"Don't bother. The trade route has been blocked. We can only get some materials from the elves and dwarves, but the quantity is limited. So you have one more mission on this trip, which is to see if you can open up the trade route so that caravans from the western region can come here." Yun Feng said.
"Can't the western caravans come now? Isn't there Rivendell? They should be able to come through the elves' territory." Roland really didn't pay attention to this kind of thing.
"Um... the question is who the caravan is coming to do business with? With the woodland elves and the orcs in the dark forest?" Yun Feng shrugged and asked.
"Indeed, there are few things in the hands of humans that the elves would be interested in." Roland sighed helplessly. Demand determines supply. Without demand, naturally no one would come.
"So you need to contact the human world in the west and tell them that Lonely Mountain has been revived." Yun Feng nodded. The wealth of the dwarves will drive merchants to come. The various outputs near Lonely Mountain are not available elsewhere. When several kingdoms stand here again, naturally people will flock to it.
"I'll try," Roland promised.
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"Goddess! We have finally had peace for a few days and you want to start a war again?" Seeing that the army was assembling, Van Erwei held his head helplessly.
"Well, the dwarves are here. I promised them that I would help them retake Moria. After all, the development of this kingdom requires money..." Roland shrugged helplessly.
"Okay then, but please forgive me that my people and I cannot go together this time." It is well known that elves do not like to fight in narrow terrains. Elves who are good at kite tactics are rarely willing to fight deep into caves.
"It's okay. That's not your war. You don't need to blame yourself." Roland nodded in agreement. It didn't make sense that he needed the grassland elves' help to make money.
"Thank you for your understanding." Van Erwei said gratefully. After all, one less battle means one less risk of casualties. Van Erwei attaches great importance to his remaining tribesmen.
"Wish me a safe return!" Roland nodded and looked at Van Erwei.
"I believe your kingly demeanor will drive away the darkness deep in Moria!" Vanerwe said firmly.
"Thank you for your good wishes, Omsk! Kaslo is gone! And dear, have you seen our dragon?" Roland shouted loudly.
"Here! Your Highness, I'm here!" Caslo desperately squeezed through the flood of soldiers below and raised his hand.
"Oh! Dragon God! This little guy is still sleeping!" Nix rushed out holding a blue little dragon and handed it to Roland.
"Caslo, it looks like you need to lose weight!" Roland teased as he looked at Caslo, who was squeezed out of shape while running through the crowd.
"Your Highness, I'm ready!" Caslo, whose dragon armor was crooked due to the crowd, finally jumped over the crowd and came to Roland.
"Well, the road here should be widened!" Roland did not comment. The road that he usually felt was insignificant now seemed a little narrow.
"Dragon God! Are you going to tire me to death, Your Highness?" Old man Radil was so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring. Not 100% of the infrastructure of the entire Jiliu City, but 80% of the civil engineering projects were the work of old man Radil, earth mage (×) contractor (√).
"It was already very wide when it was first built! It was enough to accommodate two four-horse carriages traveling side by side. You think it is narrow because you crammed more than 500 fully armed Raglan soldiers into such a small space!" Radil rolled his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction with his king's behavior of causing trouble for him.
Finally, Roland determined the number of troops to be sent out: 100 Dorwinian heavy swordsmen, 200 Lagran Royal Guards, 50 Lordaeron Rangers, and 150 Lagran City Guards! A total of 600 people. The accompanying generals were Omsk and Kaslo, and the rest of the people stayed in the city of Rapids.
"Okay, let's get ready to go! By the way, let's see how the baggage is prepared. Is it sufficient? I don't want my soldiers to be starving before they even see the enemy!" Roland certainly didn't forget the most important logistical support work. Thanks to the damn bread's short shelf life, even black bread can't be kept for long. You know, they are going to hide in the woods and caves, and the wet dew will wet the bread.
"So the space ring was born..." Yun Feng walked out with an expression of caring for a mentally retarded child.
"Are you going to use a space ring this big to store stones, Your Highness?" Yun Feng sighed and threw a brand new space ring to Roland.
"It's stuffed with nearly 60,000 loaves of bread and 5,000 kilograms of smoked meat, smoked fish, and the like, enough to feed 600 people for a month. Although it's a bit monotonous, at least you won't starve." Yun Feng explained.
"Thank you very much. This way we can save manpower to look after the baggage wagon." Roland had indeed forgotten that he had this system space...
"Don't thank me. You should thank the women and chefs in the city. They have been working day and night for a week on these things!" Yun Feng said. Although there are only 600 people in the team, this is different from when Roland just started. At that time, Roland fed his first army with the food rewards from the sign-in, but now... the damn system no longer provides food and other things. Even if it does, it is just some exquisite snacks. It is okay to use it to satisfy Nix's cravings. Let alone supplying an army of 600 people, even supplying 60 people would make them go hungry for nine meals in three days.
Besides, not everyone in Middle-earth is Bear Grylls or Starving Druid. It's fine to have these soldiers fight bravely, but to have them play a "survival" game? Forget it! The fact that they haven't rebelled already demonstrates their loyalty to the kingdom.
Roland solemnly placed the precious ring containing the lifeblood of his army into the system space, then he heaved a sigh of relief. Now that he was within the system's jurisdiction, not even a god could take away his army's rations!
"Very good! Let's go!" Roland rode on his Charles warhorse with high spirits, high spirits and passion.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at Roland as if he was made of gold.
"Very good, let's go. So, Your Highness, where should we go?" Caslo, whose face finally turned red, asked with great frustration.
"Um... where to? That's a good question! So the dwarf didn't tell us where we should meet up?" Roland was extremely embarrassed. He suddenly realized that he had forgotten the meeting place he had agreed with the dwarf.
"Oh! The Dragon God... the generations of Lagran ancestors..." Omsk covered his face and couldn't bear to look.
"I'll go ask... If they've set out, I'll look for them along the way." It was Kaslo who came to Roland's rescue. If the dwarves hadn't set out, he could notify them. If they had set out, he could find them to arrange a meeting place. This was a good remedy. Besides, such a short distance was no problem for a flying dragon.
"Your Highness, you will get into big trouble if you are so reckless..." Omsk came up and whispered. His own king had really been slapped in the face. The people lined the streets to see off the expeditionary force under the watchful eyes of the whole nation, but his own king made such a mistake. The dwarfs are stupid, but you can't be stupid... Omsk wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only command the army to leave the city. He had to take over the work done by his own king even with tears in his eyes.