"Hmm? I think there's another way to get soldiers!" Roland pondered for a moment, finally realizing he actually had a system mall! It's just that the things there were a bit expensive...so Roland almost never looked at them, after all, he couldn't afford to buy them just by looking at them.
"Check the mall!" Roland quietly instructed the system.
"Wow!" A light curtain that only Roland could see unfolded before his eyes.
"Damn it! They're all good stuff!" Roland's tears were about to flow out of his mouth.
"Item 1: Flame Dragon Rider: Level: 5! Quantity: 1. Price: 1 million wealth points."
"Item 2: Light Sage: Quantity: 2. Price: 800,000 Wealth Points."
"Item Three: Time and Space Annihilation Forbidden Spell Scroll: Level: Great Forbidden Spell! Use Time: 2. Quantity: 1. Price: 1 million wealth points."
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"Emm, these are all good stuff! But look at me, a poor guy with only 400,000 wealth points, what can I buy?" Roland immediately experienced the feeling of being overwhelmed by money.
"Item 12: The Half-Crippled Swiftstream Legion! Description: This was originally a fully staffed Swiftstream Infantry Legion, but after suffering various natural and man-made disasters, it currently only has 1,500 Swiftstream Infantrymen. Discount Price: 300,000 Wealth Points!"
"Damn it? System, you've already calculated it! You must have set the price based on my balance!" Roland's face immediately turned green, and then after a careful calculation...
"Damn! 200 wealth points for one soldier! Are you trying to steal money?" Roland quickly said to Peter Gro for failing to take good care of him, then ran back to the tent alone and started arguing with the system.
"I remember that a professional soldier only had 5 wealth points before?" Roland vaguely remembered the previous price.
"Do you want love? Don't you know there is inflation now?" A cold voice finally came from the system.
"You're really making a fortune from the national disaster!" Roland suddenly had a deeper understanding of the system's shameless bottom line.
“…”The system pretended to be a dead dog.
"Damn! Buy it!" Roland thought of his fourth-level commander Marcus, and immediately made up his mind, slammed the table, and bought it with a wave of his hand.
"Swish~" The wealth value on the system interface shrank rapidly and soon only 100,000 wealth value was left.
"Forget it! I'll bear it for the sake of these life-saving troops!" Roland sighed. Even if these 1,500 men were conscripted light infantry, Roland would still buy them. Roland was so short of soldiers right now! 1,500 soldiers were enough for Roland to run an entire war.
"Marcus should be very happy!" Roland thought to himself. After all, Marcus, the defense officer of Lagrande, was once known as an iron wall. His understanding and command of infantry was simply a work of art. With this torrent infantry legion, he should be able to play to his strengths. Roland estimated that it would be impossible to go out and fight the orcs in the field. He estimated that the war in the south would focus on urban attack and defense.
Roland stood up and walked to a corner of the tent, where a simple sand table with the City of Rapids at its center was placed. On it, one could clearly see the direction of the terrain, the height of the mountains, and other things that could not be expressed on a map. Roland looked at the two cities standing at the mouth of the Long Lake and felt no confidence in the upcoming war.
"I've found all the allies I can find and summoned all the soldiers I can. I can't win..." Roland rubbed his brows.
"Sir! Knight Peter has left." Caslo lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Well, he's still needed over there." Roland waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Sir, I didn't expect you still have the scroll of forbidden spells! Then why didn't you use it at the beginning? I just saw Lord Radil sitting at home with a dark face and muttering." Kaslo asked curiously, then thought of Radil's look of doubt that he had met the wrong person in life, and suddenly laughed.
"Um, that thing has been in the bottom of the box for too long. I just found it this time. I forgot about it when I first came here." Roland said hastily.
"Well, that's true. After all, there are indeed many things passed down from generation to generation, and it's not easy to find them." Caslo automatically imagined the scene.
"..." Roland's lips twitched at what he heard. "Inheritance!" It was all given by that heartless system. Just talking about it brings tears to my eyes! Roland even signed in and signed out Durex... What's the point of this condom? Still feeling uneasy! Still feeling melancholy... (Ahem! I'm getting off track.)
"By the way, are you feeling better?" Roland asked with concern. After all, the third-level Great Knight Kaslo had a head-on fight with the fifth-level warrior. If Vanerwei had not exploded under the guidance of Manikati, Roland, the Dragon Knight, would not have been in trouble now. Everyone should be standing in front of his tombstone with wreaths in their hands to mourn him.
"I'm fine now! Just take a day's rest, it's just a minor injury!" Caslo said nonchalantly.
Roland was envious. He was indeed someone who had signed a contract with the dragon clan. His recovery ability was similar to that of the dragon clan.
"King Roland! Eh? Caslo? You're here too?" Vanerwei peeked in from outside the tent and was very surprised when he saw Caslo. Did the injury heal so quickly?
"Well, hello, Lord Vanerwei, my injury is no longer a problem." Kaslo showed respect. The person in front of him was not only a level 6 boss, but most importantly, a future Elf King!
"What's wrong? Lord Vanwei?" Roland still addressed him as Lord. After all, Vanwei had not yet worn the crown and founded a country, so he could not be addressed as a king.
"I came to see you! By the way, I want to thank you for your help." Vanerwei said gratefully. If it weren't for the elven holy sword Manicati given to him by Roland, he would have been finished this time.
"It's okay. Didn't you save Kaslo's life, too?" Roland didn't care. The Manicati was just a decoration in his hand, but he hadn't expected it to actually give birth to an Elf King! As expected, it was the Blazing Sword among the Elf Holy Swords. It actually forcibly transformed the owner's attributes and strengthened their rank.
"But I still want to thank you." Van Erwei bowed deeply.
"You're welcome. By helping you, I hope to help ourselves." Roland waved his hand.
"By the way, what are you planning to do after you get down here?" Roland was quite curious about the grassland elves' whereabouts. After all, Vanerwei was already at level six, and there was no place that could protect them. Furthermore, the grassland elves were few in number, so they could easily avoid the orcs. Whether they went west across the Misty Mountains or north through the Gray Mountains, Vanerwei was now capable of carrying them! This was the deterrent power of a level six professional.
"If you want to take your people with you, the orcs won't be able to keep you." Seeing that Verwe was silent, Roland spoke up. In the past, the grassland elves were weak, so Roland had to conscript them. Now the grassland elves have changed dramatically. Their numbers are small and Verwe can take good care of them. Even if Azog and Bolg were mentally retarded, they would not use their own men to build a quasi-elf king. That is no longer a matter of mental retardation...
"I plan to stay and help you!" Vanerwei, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke. The grassland elves are not a group that does not know how to be grateful. On the contrary, they are happy to avenge their enemies. They are sexy, strong-willed and straightforward, which makes them different from ordinary elves.
"Then welcome! If this battle is over and we are both still alive... I will watch you being crowned the King of the Grassland Elves." Roland raised his head and smiled sincerely at him. Isn't the friendship between kings simple?