The high-speed galloping Charles warhorses swept across the wasteland, the flying dragon flags fluttered in the wind, and the thundering sound of horse hooves scared the scattered orcs along the way away. With sharp lances hanging on their arms, the knights on horseback nervously watched the slightest movement around them.
"Stop shooting!" Roland's eyes were full of fire. Watching these knights with third-rate shooting skills shooting on horseback was simply a torture.
"What else can you do besides wasting arrows?" Roland roared at the orc who was running away with his head in his hands after being shot by a group of playful knights.
"Alas..." Renault couldn't bear it anymore and casually drew his longbow. With a buzzing sound of the bowstring, the madly fleeing orc fell down.
"Look at them! Look at you! We are all knights, all archers on horseback, but why can you just sketch the human body while others can kill with just one arrow?" Roland felt a sudden panic in his heart. Hundreds of knights couldn't kill a fleeing orc with just a few arrows. It really opened Roland's eyes!
"Second-level knights rarely have specialized skills in horse archery. Don't blame them! Their role is to charge into battle, not to hide in the back with bows and arrows and roam around shooting." Renault stopped Luo from talking nonsense and explained the reason.
"..." Roland was speechless.
"The purpose of all their training is to learn how to quickly pick up the enemy with a spear or chop off the enemy's head with a sword. No instructor or mentor will teach them to hit the target while running." Renault shrugged. For the spear knights, it was indeed impossible for them to ride horses and shoot arrows like the archers.
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"Your Highness, do you want to go into the city and rest for a while?" The Knight of the Cross Bauhinia who was waiting at the city gate asked Roland.
"No need. Take me to find Nyx. Let's go see the dragon skeleton." Roland's eyes were full of joy. The corpse of a silver dragon was an excellent material. Think about how Smaug provided Yun Feng with countless experimental materials and made so many props and equipment. A silver dragon with pure blood... Roland felt like he had made it!
"Well, Your Highness, please follow me!" The knight put his hand on his chest and saluted, then pointed to the road for Roland.
"It seems our city is developing well! Agriculture seems to be improving!" Roland said with relief as he looked at the green vegetable fields and thriving wheat on both sides of the road. He didn't want to experience another winter famine.
"Now our military rations should be guaranteed! Thank God, I don't want to be out of food again." Renault also experienced those "hard times", and he sighed as he looked at the endless farmland.
"There are still too few residents in the town. If there are enough people, we can divide some villages and gradually develop them into towns that radiate in all directions. Only in this way can we control the vast land!" Renault said seriously. It is obviously impossible to control such a large area of land with just two castles. There are more than a thousand cities in the Lagran Empire, and even more with towns. It is these scattered towns that enable the empire to firmly control the vast territory.
"It's a pity that our people are scattered across the continent. They return every day, but their numbers are still very limited." Roland sighed. His direct descendants can only be the Lagran people summoned by the system, but the slow growth rate of the refugees still makes him want to cry.
"Let's wait patiently. Perhaps only time can tell us the answer." Renault followed Roland and fell silent.
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"Your Highness, welcome back. Thank you for not coming to greet you in person." Nyx met Roland, who had just dismounted, and gave him a gentle hug.
"My dear Grand Duke, did you miss me?" Roland looked at Nyx and smiled.
"I don't want to! Do you believe it?" Nix smiled sweetly, as charming as a blooming jasmine.
"Okay...little devil, we have to get down to business." Roland said as he scratched Nyx's nose lovingly.
"Yun Feng, have you found the exact location?" Roland asked.
"No! I've been looking for it for a whole day! Damn it! The Silver Dragon Clan is indeed powerful. Their own spatial magnetic field completely blocks its information, as if it doesn't exist!" Yun Feng said with a headache. The Silver Dragon's own powerful bloodline made it still terrifying even after death. The dragon corpse covered by the power of space seemed to be between illusion and reality.
"As expected, they are the second most powerful dragon after the Golden Holy Dragon. Even though they have fallen, we cannot easily find them." Roland was filled with emotion. How powerful must one's strength be in life to protect themselves from being disturbed even after death?
"But he has no chance of escaping from this wise man. Although he is very powerful, I am also at the pinnacle of my profession!" Yun Feng's eyes flashed with determination.
"Every sixth-level warrior is a genius born in the blood and gore!" Looking at Yun Feng's rising momentum, Roland suddenly remembered the introduction of the sixth-level warriors in this game.
"Search for thoughts and lock the soul!" Yun Feng roared, and his mental power as if it were real surged out crazily. The powerful mental power even directly cracked the land within a radius of several kilometers. The cracks on the land were shocking, and the huge mental power was wandering underground.
"Fuck... pervert..." Roland's jaw dropped instantly. In his impression, Yun Feng, the sixth-level sage, was like a mentally retarded person. Apart from all kinds of exquisite alchemy, he was almost a weakling... Who would have thought that the sage could be so terrifying?
"Found it!" Yun Feng narrowed his eyes, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.
"Huh? You're resisting? You want to run away even if you're going to die?" Yun Feng sneered.
"Soul Explosion!" Yun Feng's robe moved automatically without wind and his whole body was suspended in the air ten meters high. Then there was a sudden gust of air.
"Boom!" The ground suddenly cracked a few hundred meters ahead, and a huge pit over a thousand meters long, tens of meters wide and over a hundred meters deep appeared on the surface.
"Grip of Forbidden Souls!" A huge magical hand in the void suddenly reached into the pit and grasped it fiercely.
"Soul magic! The alchemist's magic targets the soul!" Roland's eyes jumped. He never expected that the alchemist would actually use soul magic.
"This dragon still has a residual soul!" Yun Feng's surprised voice came.
"Not dead?" Roland was stunned.
"Dead, it's just that the soul is not extinguished yet. No wonder there is a self-protection mechanism. It turns out that there are still some souls left." Yun Feng sighed.
"Soul-annihilating Blade!" A crescent-shaped blade light about ten meters long appeared in front of him. Yun Feng took a breath and pushed hard. The blade light was pushed out instantly and disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.
"Ang!" A painful dragon roar was faintly heard, and the hoarse sound made everyone's scalp tingle.
"This dragon should have died three thousand years ago!" Yun Feng used some unknown skill to detect the clue.
"The final battle of the alliance?" Roland was horrified. The Middle-earth of this world seemed more terrifying than he had imagined. He didn't believe that a silver dragon, representing one of the highest fighting forces of the dragon clan, would perish in that special period of time three thousand years ago. Moreover, this dragon definitely did not have a good end. The dragon scales scattered within a radius of several kilometers showed that there had been a grand dragon-slaying battle here!
"Was it the Alliance... or Sauron... who killed this silver dragon?" Roland's hair stood on end.
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