"Looks like we're in big trouble..." Iovia sighed.
"If the orcs cross the river to attack River Rapids... then..." Bai Yi couldn't continue.
The orcs who successfully bypassed the southern defense line could join forces with the orc legions in the north to attack the Lonely Mountain battlefield from the front and back, and the coalition forces would be completely separated.
"King Roland, I want to know what the defenses of Riverstorm look like now!" Iovia said helplessly.
"Come with me!" Roland sighed.
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"This..." Iovia looked at the Rapid City in front of her in shock. Although the magic pattern wall in front of her, which was hundreds of meters long, five meters high and five meters wide, looked extremely shocking, were the walls next to it, which were less than two meters high, really serious?
"What can this stop? Goblins?" Iovia spread out her hands and said angrily.
"I'm sorry, most of our people are still wandering around and haven't returned yet... and our mages can only produce so many magic pattern bricks every day." Roland sighed helplessly.
"If the orcs cross the Rapids, what can we do to stop them? Our lives?" Iowa was dumbfounded. He felt that it was a mistake to lead his people into this mess.
"There's no other way. If they cross the river, I can only take my soldiers to stop them on the riverbank!" Roland sighed.
"I hope they won't discover this fatal loophole!" Iovia sighed and rode on the unicorn. The unicorn spread its wings and flew into the sky.
"System! Territory page details!" Roland called the system after watching Iovia leave.
The familiar light curtain unfolded, and Roland immediately saw the current situation of his city. There was still only one lonely city, Jiliu City, on the territory. After clicking on the page of Jiliu City, the current situation of Jiliu City appeared in front of Roland.
River Rapids:
Area: One kilometer in radius.
Building units: ruined lord's castle*1, dilapidated houses*80, not very solid houses*20, dilapidated stone walls that have been in disrepair for a long time (under repair), stone wells, blacksmith shops, and military camps.
Troops: 913
Population: 247 (Trainable civilians: 52)
Comment: The lonely king led the remaining people back to their homeland. This ruin, barely enough to provide shelter, brought them some comfort. However, darkness still threatened the new king. The town had no productive capacity besides fishing, and its strong military might was perhaps its only commendable feature. Note: The town had no war potential; a single devastating defeat could extinguish it.
Abilities: As the only territory of the Kingdom of Lagrang in Middle-earth, it attracts the remnants of Lagrang. The system will guide a wave of wandering Lagrang civilians to arrive every day, hoping that the lord can properly accommodate them.
Allows the recruitment of local civilians to train Flood Infantry.
"Population is still a major flaw! There are more soldiers than civilians!" Roland sighed. There was nothing he could do about it. Soldiers could sign in at once and get 100 or even 500 people, but there would only be one wave of refugees every day, and the number was uncertain. As a result, Roland's population could not be increased. The population base determined the number of troops Roland could recruit in the future. Without population, the war potential of the Kingdom of Lagrande was curbed out of thin air.
"Caslo! Equip Elnino's rangers with Shar horses and have them stationed downstream of the Swift River to monitor whether the orcs are crossing! Light a beacon fire if they do. Also, have the knights mobilize daily to conduct scouts along the Swift River." Roland had no choice but to resort to this foolish plan. If the orcs did cross, then everything would be up to fate...
"Okay, sir!" Caslo nodded, obviously understanding the seriousness of the matter.
"Renault! Train the light infantry well these days! I don't ask them to be particularly brave in fighting, but I hope they can form a formation to fight against the orcs." Roland turned and ordered Renault. After all, those poorly trained conscripted light infantry were really... hard to describe...
"Yes, my king." Renault bowed and saluted, then opened the tent and walked out.
"Time is running out. The orcs may attack at any time..." Roland analyzed Azog's style and felt that it was very likely that the orcs would attack in winter and catch everyone off guard.
"Sir! You need to see this!" Caslo suddenly rushed in, holding a magic crystal that could record images in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Roland suddenly felt that something bad was going to happen.
"roar!"
“Ouch!”
Under the stimulation of Kaslo's fighting spirit, the magic crystal of photo-retention revealed the image stored inside it. It was a group of wasteland orcs, but the number of this group was a bit exaggerated. Judging from the position where the magic crystal of photo-retention took the picture, the number of this group was at least tens of thousands.
"Where did this thing come from?" Roland's face was grim. He saw that the totems of those orcs were very similar to the totems of the orcs in the wasteland on the east bank of the Rapid River where he was. They were not only very similar but also identical! When Roland thought about the existence of such a force around him, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"They were brought by a wandering grassland elf tribe. They migrated westward to avoid the orcs and ended up at the foot of the city of Rapids." said Caslo.
"Take me to see their patriarch." Roland said hurriedly.
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"Hello, respected King Raglan, I am Vanerwei, the patriarch of this grassland elf tribe." The young elf chief bowed his head in salute.
"Thank you for the news, but I want to know the details!" Roland said anxiously, holding him.
"It's like this. This video was recorded by us on the east bank of the Red Water River. We originally lived at the foot of the Iron Hill Ridge, but for some reason the orcs from the wasteland began to gather there. For the safety of my people, I had to lead them to migrate!" Van Erwei pushed Roland's hand away without leaving a trace.
"Have they crossed the river?" Roland asked the question that concerned him most.
"They hadn't crossed the river when we reached the other side, but they were looking for trees to build a raft!" Van Erwei confirmed.
"What the hell!" Roland immediately understood. It wasn't Sauron's thing. He was dancing upside down! The Rune region was already under Sauron's control. How could the Orcs there gather and move westward for no reason? Roland would never believe that there was no one to command him.
"How many people are there in your tribe? How many of them can fight?" Roland asked Vanerwei hurriedly, because the grassland elves can be said to be wandering elves. Without the magic well, their lifespan is half as short as that of other elves. At the same time, their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of other elves, their weapons are not sophisticated enough, and their population is extremely sparse. It can be said that they are simply wanderers of the elves. However, it is precisely these reasons that lead to the brave and warlike character of the grassland elves. In terms of fighting will, the grassland elves can be said to be superior to all other elves.
"There are 657 people in our tribe, and only 149 of them are elven warriors who can fight. However, most of them are first-level professionals." Compared with other elves who possess magic wells, the professionals of the grassland elves are on average one major stage lower than them.
"Very good! You can leave your people here or choose to cross the river to the city of Losenniel on the other side! And you need to stay and help us stop the orcs!" Roland said directly.
"Why? You have no right to order me around!" Van Erwei's eyes widened. He had never seen such a shameless king before! Is it popular to force people to join the group now?
"It's not an order, but you have no choice! Are you willing to go south to face the army of the Orcs from Dol Guldur or go west to the Misty Mountains filled with Orcs, or do you plan to go north to fight the Orcs from Gundabad?" Roland asked curiously.
"Man! We've been surrounded by orcs! Got it?" Roland said, fearing that he didn't understand, so he took out a sheepskin map and drew a circle on it, which just surrounded the entire area near Lonely Mountain.
"...Goddess! This can't be true!" Vanerwei was dumbfounded. He thought he was going to escape from the orcs' sphere of influence, but unexpectedly he went straight into the encirclement. Vanerwei wanted to ask silently, is it okay to withdraw now?
"I suggest you let the women and children cross the river first, but the city defense on the opposite side is more reliable than mine..." Although he didn't want to admit the poor defense of Jiliu City, he still couldn't bring himself to praise her defense.
"By the way! How many days did you go?" Roland suddenly asked this crucial question.
"5 days!" Van Erwei thought for a while.
"Very good, after arranging your tribesmen, prepare to meet the enemy!" Roland patted his shoulder.
"Caslo! Scout eastward! Renault! Cross the river and explain the situation to Iovia and White Wing on the other side, and ask them to send reinforcements if necessary." Roland commanded in an orderly manner.