"I'm curious how such a large group of wandering orcs appeared in our country?" Roland looked at Omsk in front of him with a somewhat unkind expression, his face full of displeasure and questioning!
You should know that the knights of the city of Rapids would patrol the area every day to eliminate potential threats in the surrounding area. Their range of activities was within a 20-kilometer radius of the city of Rapids, so being attacked by a large group of orcs more than ten miles away from the city of Rapids was enough to make Roland furious.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness... It's our fault!" Omsk lowered his head in shame. He was to blame for the appearance of such a large group of orcs within the border.
"Forget it! From now on, we must ensure that no large groups of orcs are allowed to appear within our borders! Not all citizens have the equipment and guards I have!" Roland sighed. He couldn't imagine these downtrodden orcs charging into the working Lagran farmers...
"Don't worry, Your Highness! I swear on the honor of a knight! No orcs will set foot on our land!" Omsk solemnly hit his chest.
"No one can stop them from entering our territory. All we can do is clean them up in time! After all, their feet are growing on their bodies, and we don't have a Great Wall to stop them from entering... Although I don't want to admit it, I must say... our borders are full of loopholes!" Roland held his forehead with his hand, feeling a headache.
"Send troops to protect the working farmers! At least send sentries to keep watch! I don't want my farmers to die from Orcs' sneak attacks!" Roland's eyes were filled with anger. These Orcs wandering the wasteland were like a thorn in his flesh! They were so disgusting that he couldn't even look at them! Like a thorn in his throat!
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"The orcs attacked?" Yun Feng crossed his arms and glanced at Roland, who was still sulking, teasingly.
"On the border! In my own land! In the country protected by my soldiers and people! How could such a large group of orcs move here! And we knew nothing about it!" Roland roared. He really wanted to ask those poor patrol knights how they were patrolling. This time they attacked me on my own way home, next time they'll attack me while my own king was giving a speech! (At this moment, a certain San'er walked by and cursed: This thing is unbearable, right?)
"You're fine!" Yun Feng shrugged indifferently.
"It's good enough to be alive these days! No place is absolutely safe! In this era with little hope, we can only live desperately. We have always been in crisis... and it has never changed." Yun Feng took a sip of Ye Lu and continued.
"The drink is good. I'll order more next time I go to the Centaurs!" Yun Feng praised the Centaur-made drink that Roland brought back.
"Oh, is there a large detection array that can detect the entry of enemies from dozens of kilometers away?" Roland decided to ask for help from the only wise man in the kingdom.
"..." Yun Feng looked at Roland with eyes full of pity, as if he was looking at a fool.
"Your Highness... do you think of yourself as His Majesty now?" Yun Feng smiled bitterly.
"Back in the days of the Lagran Empire, His Majesty the Emperor ordered the empire's wise men to create a mythical alchemical array - the Insightful Eye! That thing can monitor evil auras within a radius of a hundred miles from itself... Do you know how expensive that thing is?" Yun Feng's face was full of pain.
"How high... can it be?" Roland asked tentatively. Although he had seen the strange alchemical artifact that looked like a gorgeous eye in the game before, he really didn't know its specific price.
"That stuff is enough for you to arm a thousand-man knight group with Sun and Moon Alloy to the teeth..." Yun Feng glanced at Roland and said.
"Puff!" Roland spat out a mouthful of water! What? A thousand-man armed Sun-Moon Alloy? What exactly is a Sun-Moon Alloy? Let me explain: it's a mixed alloy of fine gold and mithril! Just think about the high value of fine gold and mithril, and you'll understand how priceless the Sun-Moon Alloy is. Anyway, I've never seen that thing in the crappy system's sign-in. I've come across mithril ingots and fine gold nuggets a few times, but I gave them to Yun Feng. But I've never seen a Sun-Moon Alloy before.
"So stop dreaming! We can't afford that thing. Even if you sell this territory, its inhabitants and us, you still can't build one of those things." Yun Feng poured cold water on him.
"Can we make a simpler version? One with a radius of about 20 miles will do!" Roland asked.
"We still don't have enough materials! At least we need an eye of a phantom dragon! Where are you going to find a phantom dragon? That thing is not easy to hunt! As a pure top-level superior dragon, ordinary people can't hurt them at all. Even the phantom dragon eye that the royal family had back then was passed down by the royal ancestors. This kind of spiritual dragon cannot be kept without absolute crushing power. After all, the difficulty of hunting a phantom dragon is second only to silver dragons and golden dragons..." Yun Feng glanced at Roland with a sad look as he drank a sip of his drink by himself, his tone full of loneliness.
"Indeed, the probability of an evil dragon appearing among the phantom dragons is too low. Even if it is an evil dragon, we don't have the ability to find it and kill it. Besides, we can't keep the dragon corpse after killing it..." Thinking of the Dragon Island floating in the western sea thousands of miles away, Roland sighed helplessly.
At least the current Raglan Kingdom doesn't have the grandeur of the Raglan Empire of the past in the game—a force that mobilized the entire nation to raise a dragon knight regiment of over fifty! That's enough to ravage Middle-earth. Even Dragon Island has to consider the dragon knights' opinions. If a fight came to a head, the dragon knights and dragons combined would be no less powerful than two giant dragons!
"Strengthen the patrols! I'll make some more magic flares and distribute them to the people, so that they can sound the signal when they encounter danger. The rest will test how fast our knights can provide support." Yun Feng looked as if he believed that life and death were determined by fate and wealth was in the hands of God.
"That's all I can do..." Roland opened his mouth and finally sighed. After all, he couldn't afford to maintain a large number of cavalry! The north was prime horse pasture, but population, equipment, and production capacity limited Roland's options for expanding his cavalry in large quantities and at a low cost. If Roland had 500 light cavalry ready at all times, he would be much better off. At least he wouldn't have to waste precious knights' time and energy on patrol.
"By the way, Your Highness! Take this and have a look! This is what your ancestors left for you! It's time to return it to its rightful owner!" Yun Feng called out thoughtfully to Roland who was about to leave, and carefully took out an old book from the space ring hanging around his neck and handed it to Roland.
"What is this?" Roland took the book in shock. He could clearly tell that the book was made of real paper!
"That's right! It's Lagrande paper! The treasure of the empire! The glory of the royal family! Our secret!" Yun Feng looked at Roland with satisfaction as he recognized the item.
"It will tell you what you want to know! Your Highness, please go back! We alchemists have kept it for a long time, and we hope you can gain something from it!" Yun Feng smiled and saw the guest off, with deep expectation and nostalgia in his eyes. It was obvious that this book was not an ordinary item.
Filled with immense curiosity, Roland returned to the tent. Nyx hadn't returned yet. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly and carefully opened the book. Although it was old, it was not torn at all! It was obvious that the alchemists must have taken good care of it.
"Dragon's Language!" Three large characters written in a flamboyant style on the title page jumped out at the eyes.
