"At your service, my highness." Radil came in and bowed, his eyes full of respect. Roland, who had gained the loyalty of other nobles, now had more leadership charisma, which was already evident from the increasingly respectful looks of the crowd.
Roland has embarked on the path of a true lord. In the future, he will hold a shield to protect his people and wield a sword to expand his territory.
"I need you to build a Archer Temple!" Roland said gently, and with a wave of his hand, a full-height Archer Heritage Statue appeared in front of Radil.
"Huh? Is this the Archer inheritance statue?" Radil said with surprise. The statue in front of him made Radil very surprised. The inherited skills meant powerful combat power.
"Yes, I got it by chance." Roland smiled.
"Excuse me, Your Highness, what are the inherited skills here?" Radil held the staff in his hand and carefully looked at the stone statue in front of him.
"Oh, it's Multiple Arrows and Wild Shooting." Roland said casually.
"Not bad! Multiple arrows are the archers' magical skill! Now the Badanian archers have a place to release their fighting spirit." Radil said happily while stroking his beard.
"Well, this way, one of the Badaniyan shooters can do the work of three." Roland also looked satisfied.
"So I need you to hurry up. After all, the orcs won't give us much time." Roland looked at Radil seriously.
"You are right, Your Highness, but I need enough manpower. You don't want my old bones to move those heavy bricks, do you?" Radil blinked mischievously.
"Of course, all the guards of Lagrande are at your command." Roland smiled, took out a piece of parchment from the table, spread it out, dipped it in ink and wrote a warrant.
"Sir Radil, you can take this and mobilize the troops." Roland blew on the ink that had not yet dried, and only handed the order to Radil after the ink had seeped in.
"Your Highness, you are becoming more and more like a true king." Radil, who had reached the door, suddenly turned around and smiled at Roland with satisfaction.
"Hmm? Really?" Roland lowered his head and said silently. It turned out that he had grown a lot without realizing it. After the panic when he first arrived, the retreat before the battle, and the establishment of the city, he now had the initial bearing of a king and had begun to act in a regular manner. If it were a month ago, Roland would probably have waved his hand and let Radil go find the guards of Lagran City to work by himself.
What made Radil happy was that Roland finally learned to control his military power. In this turbulent Middle-earth, possessing strong strength and a mighty army is the foundation of everything. A qualified lord first needs to control his own army.
While the people of Lagran summoned by the system were fiercely loyal to Roland, they weren't just statistics; they were living, breathing beings with souls of their own, so betrayal wasn't inevitable. For example, Renault's attack, despite being a Paladin, against Roland's orders to retreat would be unbearable for a true superior. It was only because Roland, hailing from Blue Planet, hadn't yet succumbed to the modern notion of equality that he didn't mind.
It is unbearable for any superior to have subordinates disregarding orders, not to mention that Renault and all the soldiers disobeyed Roland's orders at that time. This is only slightly better than betrayal. In fact, when Roland first arrived in Middle-earth, his control over the Lagrande soldiers was very weak. The fact that Renault could almost lead all the soldiers showed how great Roland's prestige was at that time. But now, after going through countless things, Roland already has the power of a king, and his mentality has slowly changed. Although he still retains the noble qualities of the Chinese in his bones, he has now begun to learn to be a qualified superior.
"Winter has arrived... can the orcs be far behind?" Roland put on his cloak and walked out of the tent. The cold air blowing in his face made him shiver, and his heart also turned cold.
"Hu~" The hot air he exhaled slowly dissipated in front of him like a thread, and Roland walked up to the top of the city wall with his hands tucked in.
"Your Highness!" The heavily armored swordsman Dorwinian, covered in snow, was standing at the entrance of the city wall. Although there were not many people in the city, he still guarded the stone steps leading to the city wall diligently.
"Thank you for your hard work. Go have some hot soup to warm yourself up after your shift change." Roland nodded. Although he didn't understand military tactics or sophisticated command, he knew that a strict lord would not allow his soldiers to drink alcohol while on guard. Humans were not like dwarves. Although they didn't have strong liquor to warm their bodies, they still had an ample supply of boiling broth.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness." The Dowinian heavy-armored swordsman said gratefully.
"I'll go around on my own. You don't need to follow me." Roland stopped the Dorwinian heavy-armored swordsman who was about to follow him. What a joke! If there was any danger in his own River Rapids, he might as well just slit his own throat with his sword. If there really was a problem inside, Roland could only take the blame himself!
"Your Highness!" A team of ten Badaniyan archers happened to be patrolling past Roland.
Roland looked at these unusual archers in heavy armor and was completely satisfied! These Battanian archers were not only highly skilled archers but also capable of heavy infantry. Their requirements for frontline infantry were much lower than those for other archers and rangers.
"What a pity... After all this time, there are only 100 of them. No matter how many times I sign in, they won't appear." Roland said with regret. The Badaniyan Archers can be said to be the first and only organized long-range troop under Roland's command.
"We will soon have the Archer's Temple. I hope you can learn the two inherited skills of Multi-Arrow and Wild Shooting before the war." Roland encouraged.
"Thank you for your gift, Your Highness!" A group of Badaniya archers knelt on one knee and said. After all, inherited skills are not accessible to ordinary professionals, let alone active skills like multiple arrows that can completely change the archer's combat effectiveness.
"Hahaha, I hope to see your torrential rain of arrows drowning those damn orcs in the next war!" Roland encouraged. You know, an archer with multiple arrows and an ordinary archer are completely two different professions!
Originally one arrow at a time has become three arrows, and there is no need to consume the archer's physical strength to carry the arrows. After all, not every archer has equipment like a space quiver. In addition, wild shooting can increase the archer's sustainability and coverage. It is not a 1+1=2 algorithm at all. They will become more deterrent and capable of group attacks. As long as their fighting spirit and physical strength are not exhausted, their small force can stop multiples of orcs, which can completely make them break away from the status of auxiliary soldiers and turn them into the most terrifying killing machines on the battlefield!
"Haha~" Roland raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth. He was now looking forward to the heavy rain of arrows more and more.