"That's enough! Morality..." Roland looked at the soldiers whose eyes were shining as they looked at the piles of supplies and couldn't help but kick them twice.
To be honest, due to the poor conditions in the city of Rapids, Renault and Kaslo could not find a suitable warehouse to store the supplies, so they finally decided to store the supplies in the lord's castle. So, in front of Roland's shocked eyes, he watched as his already cramped castle was filled with 20 carts of supplies... Roland couldn't say anything in front of the dwarf, so he could only watch the busy crowd with a forced smile.
"So you don't intend to give me an explanation?" Roland laughed as he watched Renault and Kaslo preparing to slip away.
"My lord, you have misunderstood..." Looking at Roland Kaslo laughing, all the hairs on his body stood up.
"Um, your Majesty, please let me explain..." Renault hesitated.
"Misunderstanding? Explanation? You don't even give me a place to sleep! Misunderstanding! Explanation!" Then the famous scene of Roland chasing Renault and Caslo with ham in his hand was staged. The powerful ham was as reliable as a dragon-slaying sword, and it could easily hit the two men and make them see stars.
"Hehe, Grandpa Radil, why do you think the king is chasing Lord Renault and Lord Kaslo?" Looking at the three people running in the city, Ivy chuckled and asked the war mage Radil who was sitting aside to bask in the sun.
"Maybe it's because they forgot to leave a bed for the king..." The wrinkles on Radil's old face were like blooming chrysanthemums, and he also chuckled.
"It's really good to be young and energetic!" Radil felt envious as he looked at the people chasing him. At his age, he seldom did a lot of strenuous exercise. Advanced magic could replace his legs to take him to measure the world.
"Hmm?" Radil's huge mental power was unleashed. More than thirty refugees who had just been refreshed by the system more than ten kilometers away were facing the hunting of a group of hungry orcs. Radil's face condensed, and a huge amount of magic power surged. He disappeared beside Ivy with a whoosh.
"Huh? This is Flash!" Ivy looked enviously at the place where Radil was originally sitting. As a third-level priest, she didn't know this upper-level Flash spell yet.
(Flicker is the basic spell of the spellcaster class. It can teleport from ten to several hundred meters at different magic levels. Blink is the advanced spell of Flicker, which can teleport over a thousand meters.)
"Oh God! Who will save us?" The women and children surrounded by a dozen strong men covered their faces and cried. They thought they would bathe in the glory of Raglan again, but they never expected that they would be targeted by a group of orcs.
"Swish!" There were actually a few hunters with hunting bows among this group of refugees. Their fairly accurate archery skills allowed them to confront the orcs. Because they were an orc tribe in the wilderness, their size and equipment were far inferior to the army of the Orc Kingdom led by Azog, so the two sides could still confront each other. The other men picked up the wooden sticks in their hands and formed a circle around the orcs to protect the women and children inside.
"Swish, swish, swish!" Clusters of rock spikes suddenly emerged from under the feet of the orcs, and dozens of orcs immediately turned into blood gourds.
"Ah!" The sudden massacre frightened all the women and children.
"Hey hey hey! Are all the survivors of Raglan so cowardly nowadays?" Radil walked out with a smile, leaning on his staff.
"Master Mage!" The men who came to their senses hurriedly saluted. After all, the other party was a noble master mage, and he also saved their lives. It was reasonable and moral that they should give him the highest respect.
"No need to be so polite. You are also here to serve the last King Raglan." Looking at the homemade dragon flag they were carrying on their shoulders, Radil confirmed it again.
"Yes, sir, we are guided by God to find the last glory of Raglan..." said the leading hunter humbly.
"Well, just walk a few kilometers in this direction and you will arrive. There is no danger along the way, so you can walk without worry." Radil smiled and left in a flash. The old man had poor legs and feet, and it was impossible for him to accompany this group of people on foot. It would take forever. Besides, why would he walk when he had magic? It was a pity that he was not a space mage, otherwise he could teleport the refugees over a long distance without having to travel.
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"Bang, bang, bang!" The dull sound of steel armor colliding rang out, and a hundred iron cans walked silently on the wasteland. They were guided by God to come and seek refuge with their last king. These people were the guards of Lagrande City summoned by Roland. They moved steadily towards the City of Rapids along the route taken by the refugees.
"Hu!" A leading city guard suddenly raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him quickly formed a circle. They stood shoulder to shoulder, holding their shields tightly together to form a half-body shield wall with only their heads and calves exposed. Their sharp steel spears pointed straight at the wasteland where the grass was withered and yellow.
"Orcs! They died not long ago! The one who killed them was an earth mage! At least a second-level mage!" Several city guards who were investigating came back.
"We have to leave quickly. Judging from the totems of these orcs, they should be from the tribe in the wilderness. Orcs will soon come to look for their missing people." The leading warrior analyzed.
"It seems that there are civilians here!" The careful city guards found several rough wooden arrows on the bodies of the orcs. These were obviously not bows and arrows used by the army, but should be hunting bows used by hunters.
"We are in trouble. There are civilians ahead... We can't just leave. They should be following the king like us... We can't leave the civilians to the orcs." The city guards were worried. They were not good at tracking. They were not sure which direction the civilians were going. What if the civilians planned to take a detour to Stormwind? Then the orcs who were good at tracking might pass by them and attack the civilians. It was not certain that they could protect everyone with just a wizard and a few hunters.
"Then what should we do?" The other city guards had no good ideas either. They didn't know how the civilians left.
"Let's stay! Stop the orcs! How can a mere tribe of orcs from the wasteland possibly shake us!" The pride of the Raglan City guards was aroused. Yes! They were once the glorious defenders of the Raglan Empire's capital. They protected the people, their homes, and the empire! Now they were just doing their jobs.
"In the name of Lagran! Long live!" The guards of Lagran City were carrying out the final mobilization before the war.
"Form a circle, we'll wait for them here." One hundred city guards quickly formed a circle on a small hillock. They half-knelt on the ground so that their shields could cover their entire bodies, and their crossbows were also held horizontally.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly the grass in the distance began to shake, and the ugly head of the orc was looming in the dry grass.
"Shoot!" Seeing the orcs rushing out of the grass and exposed in front of everyone, everyone pulled the trigger on their crossbows.
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"Huh? A small group of Raglan city guards?" Radil, who had just basked in the sun for a while, suddenly sensed the city guards fighting with the orcs.
"Forget it, let's not get involved. The guards of Raglan City can charge and kill these orcs in the wasteland for several rounds with their eyes closed." Old man Radil said that he was definitely not making excuses for being too lazy to move, it was simply because they were too strong and did not need his help.