Two days later, Caslo and his group finally returned.
"How's the situation?" Roland asked Renault, who had returned first, out of boredom.
"It's neither good nor bad. Most of the people have been found, but those who haven't been found are probably in danger. After all, we have gone deep into the Dark Forest and engaged in a firefight with the Orc outpost!" Renault sighed.
"How much did Aqvia lose this time..." Roland wanted to hear.
"We lost hundreds of people. The stampede at the city gate caused many casualties, and another part of the people in the Dark Forest were attacked. Overall, the casualties were heavy." Renault sighed. This is the sorrow of small countries. Small countries that have no ability to counter air attacks can only leave it to fate when facing attacks from the air.
"Forget it, let's end this sad topic and talk about other things!" Roland said. Although the city of Rapids had experienced a period of panic, the people did not lose confidence in resistance. Not only because they had the protection of the dragon knights, but more because of the sense of security brought by the abundant military strength of the city of Rapids.
"I plan to build a fortress in the south to prevent the orcs from crossing the river to the north. I will clear the land between the fortress and the city of Rapids and bring this place completely under our control." Roland said as he threw out a sheepskin map.
The exquisite map detailed the distribution of various factions and the directions of mountains and rivers. The city of Rapids was also clearly marked with a crown symbol. This was one of the more useful items Roland had signed in with.
"Isn't this a big step?" Renault asked cautiously. He looked at the place Roland pointed to - the other side of the river at the end of Lao Lin Road!
"We can control the Old Forest Road from here... the only road in the Dark Forest!" Roland said solemnly.
"Do you want to use this fortress to control the threat west of the Dark Forest?" After all, Renault was a governor of the North in history, and his political and military vision were equally excellent!
Renault understood Roland's intention in an instant. Once this fortress was built, it would be possible to immediately control the marching routes of the enemies in the north and west. Now that the territory of the Singrid Elves was exposed, the orcs could no longer cross the Mirkwood Mountains to attack the cities near the Long Lake with impunity. Their fastest marching route was to march along the Old Forest Road.
"It's a good idea, but unfortunately we don't have the spare capacity to build such a fortress with both offensive and defensive capabilities. It will take time for our existing manpower to repair your castle..." Renault had no choice but to bite the bullet and interrupt Roland's daydreaming.
"Of course I know, but I have this..." Roland smiled mysteriously and took out a thick glass bottle from his space ring. It was one palm long, wide and half a palm high and handed it to Renault.
Renault took the glass bottle without knowing why, and looked at it carefully.
"Dragon God! This is... could this be!" Renault lost his voice and stood up, looking at Roland in disbelief.
"You guessed it right, that's what you thought!" Roland confirmed with a smile.
"This is impossible! She is destroyed! Our ancestors told me that she is destroyed!" Renault said excitedly with tears in his eyes.
"She is right in front of you, you can touch her. This is not a dream. She is still in our hands, and no one can destroy her! She is our first war fortress... and also our last one." Roland spoke slowly, his voice calm and steady.
"Dragon God! She is so beautiful! Look at her city wall that is a hundred meters high! It is said to be built with top-grade magic pattern stone bricks combined with magic circles. Look at her main castle! It is said to be as solid as the Lagran Palace! God! These eight Falling Dragon Towers! Oh my God! Even the dragon knights dare not face its edge! She..." Renault muttered incessantly.
"Huh! It looks like it's working well!" Roland thought to himself.
As he signed in, Roland even had the urge to smash the system. You know, for this thing to work, it would require a garrison of at least ten thousand people. Its top-tier magic pattern walls, a hundred meters high and thirty meters thick, couldn't even behemoths withstand the attack. The massive dragon-hunting magic crossbows mounted on the four corners of the inner and outer cities could even kill a holy dragon head-on! The mythical magic circle atop the main fortress in the center released a protective shield that, at full power, could withstand the terrifying attacks of ten level six professionals. However, to feed it... perhaps the only way would be to bankrupt the dwarves. This was the once-mighty war fortress of the Lagran Empire! And it was also the last war fortress to fall! Lulong Fortress!
Unlike the fate of being attacked and demolished in the game, this time she was sealed in an alchemy bottle and was signed out by Roland. As long as the correct spell is recited to lift the seal and the bottle is smashed, the Lulong Fortress will reappear in the world.
"I didn't expect that in the end there would be a wise man who sacrificed himself to preserve this fortress and pass it down..." Renault looked at Roland and paused before continuing.
"Perhaps you will inherit the glory of your ancestors and let the dragon flag of Ragran fly all over Middle-earth! The whole Middle-earth will be filled with the name of Emperor Ragran!" Renault said with certainty.
"Since we have a war fortress, there is indeed no problem in controlling it. Although our troops are insufficient, we can still do it by sending a team of 500 people! If we just want to defend the fortress, 500 people are just enough." Renault said immediately.
"500 people are too few. We can send out a team of 1,000 people now." Roland said with some embarrassment. You know, the nearly 3,000 soldiers in the City of Rapids are more than the residents in the city. If there were no system, Roland's behavior could be considered top-notch warmongering, with the ratio of soldiers to civilians almost 1:1.
"It's not a small number. Adding the troops for the subsequent mutual protection between the two places, 500 people is just right." Renault said incisively. The two places are far apart, and the transportation of supplies will definitely require soldiers to escort them. It is still necessary to leave a certain amount of mobile troops.
"Okay, let's take the soldiers and leave now?" Roland asked.
"Your Highness, shouldn't we just prepare first and rush in like this?" Renault was stunned when he saw Roland making such a trifling comment about a military operation involving hundreds of people. A spontaneous trip? "Brother! We're going to farm, not go on a picnic!"
"Uh, does this require preparation?" Roland widened his innocent eyes in confusion.
Oh my goodness! Hundreds of men and horses don't need to be prepared? Do they really think they're still the same Lagrang Empire that dominated Middle-earth? They'll just supply everything wherever they go. Renault was instantly "conquered" by Roland.
"As expected, he is the King of Lagrande..." Renault's mouth twitched. By the way, do all the Kings of Lagrande have that strange property of being able to leave at any time?
"Well, then go tell Marcus to prepare for us." Three black lines hung down Roland's head.
"Oh, population is such a big problem!" Roland felt a headache after Renault left. The current population structure of the Lagran Kingdom was extremely unhealthy. Roland could still hold on relying on the system's supply and the dividends of several wars, but after a while, Roland's supplies would not be able to withstand it.
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