With a group of well-trained ogres serving as sentinels and scouts to guard the Hewan area, why would they have to worry about attacks from bandits? Moreover, training them to collect herbs and search for minerals will also be a huge industry in the future. This is a magical world with many rare minerals and herbs. When collected, they emit a faint glow and exude magic. You can tell they are good things at first glance. Even a dog wouldn’t believe you if you said they were worthless. Why do adventurers from other worlds always like to go into the wilderness? Is it just to seek death? The River Bend Territory had only been established for a few days when adventurers appeared and began to inquire about the nearby geographical information. The militia is currently divided into three squadrons by Leo. The first squadron is the core of the battle. In fact, it is the formal militia, enjoying the highest level of treatment, on the condition that they are willing to sacrifice their lives at any time. The second squadron is the militia reserve. Their normal training time is half that of the militia regiment. When the first squadron suffers casualties, the best members are selected from the reserve to fill the gap. The third squadron consists of these river bend boys, and now there are a bunch of dogs too. The first two squadrons are the current military guarantee of Hewan, which is actually more than most knights have. After all, not every knight lord is like Uriyan, willing to spend money on militia.
Throwing money at the militia, can it still be called a militia? The militia in the North all provide their own weapons and equipment. Those who came from poor families would go to the battlefield carrying only a pitchfork, while those from wealthy families would wear plate armor. The situation in the southern border is even more outrageous. There is no militia at all, only the lords' private armies and serf soldiers. When wars broke out between lords, they were reluctant to see their own private armies suffer casualties, so they only sent serfs into battle. There were huge crowds of people, all dressed in plain clothes and carrying pitchforks. The knight lords on both sides, wearing plate armor and riding northern warhorses, charged into the ranks of the serfs who were unable to break their defenses, killing everyone in their path and demonstrating their bravery. Rather than a war, it was more like a game between nobles. The Third Squadron is the future guarantee of Hewan. If trained properly, it can not only produce special forces, but maybe also knights. After dealing with the little dog-headed man, Leo returned to the lord's house and saw Fesa and the little mouse sitting together on the steps of the house, looking enviously at the children playing in the distance. Fraser is the youngest but most mature of the three idiots in Riverbend. But in fact, the intelligence of a dog-headed man is only about the same as that of a ten-year-old human child. His mind is slightly more mature, but not much higher. Although Fraser is smarter, she often inadvertently reveals her childish side. Well, Freya is an eighty-year-old preschooler, and a spoiled and naughty child. Fesha was an adult at the age of four or five, and she took on the heavy responsibility early on to manage the Gnoll Valley in an orderly manner. By comparison, only the little mouse is the most normal. At this time, the little mouse had Friar Lawrence's scripture on his lap, and it was obvious that he was teaching Fraser to read. Fraser's intelligence and love of learning are not just words. She will not miss any way to acquire knowledge. After seeing Olivia and the little mouse’s text education, Fisa immediately became a student. Compared to the village urchins and fools like Leo, Fisa learned to read much faster.
I'm afraid the number of people who can read now is even greater than Leo's. But Leo doubted whether this skill would be useful in the wilderness. "You haven't left yet? Are you waiting for dinner?" "Ogre, what do you mean?" Fisa was obviously waiting for Leo. "I have sent a message to Bjorn, asking him to bring ten wild folk hunters to help. It will be a bit difficult for us to deal with the ogres alone." The crossbow is not powerful enough and the short spear is too short-range, both are not enough when facing the ogres. The only powerful long-range weapon Leo could think of was the wildling hunter's yew longbow. In his eyes, it was an alien version of a bolt-action rifle that could be used right up to modern times. Without the help of the wild hunters, we can only rely on piling up human lives, and that is not Leo's style. The Wild Folk Tribe of Great Falls has always been the umbrella of the Kobold Tribe. Naturally, Feisha admires the Wild Folk Hunters. Upon hearing this, she wagged her tail happily, "Great!" Then she jumped down the wooden steps, waved to the little mouse, and said, "Goodbye! Cute Hakimi!" The little mouse also responded: "Goodbye, clever Fisa." When the three idiots got together in the past, Faisa always called her "smart Faisa" and Freya was not to be outdone and always called her "brave Freya". The little mouse has low self-esteem, can't sleep, and pesters Leo every day to ask him to help him come up with a nickname. So there is the nickname "Cute Hakimi". And Leo is called the ruthless Harashao! She was too thin-skinned to dare to shout it out loud, but she was still very happy to be called that. After waiting for two days, Bjorn finally arrived at the river bend with ten other wild folk hunters. After the wild hunters of Great Falls and the militia of Riverbend worked together to weaken the wild boar tribe, the scope of their hunting grounds was greatly expanded and they were very comfortable for a while. But Elder Zulwan and Leo's words soon came true. After the boarman tribe was weakened and its power shrank, large tracts of wilderness in the north became no-man's land, and traces of other alien races began to appear. Scouts from at least three alien races crossed the boar tribe and left their footprints on the north bank of the Anzeno River. So what Elder Zulwan said was correct. There are endless alien races in the wilderness. After defeating the wild boars, there will still be gnolls and tauren. In the wilderness, even with powerful troops like the Wild Hunters, humans are still a disadvantaged race. But what Leo said was also correct. With the massive invasion of orcs, the unrest in the wilderness became more and more obvious. Some news had already been sent from the wild tribes further north, and they were even ready to migrate southward. Any group-living race has a strong obsession with their homeland and will not easily choose to migrate unless it is an emergency. The wild tribes in the north have begun to consider migrating, which shows that the situation has become very serious. At this time, if you want to survive, besides strengthening your own strength, you have to find suitable allies.
Therefore, Bjorn agreed to Leo's request without thinking twice. There are very few ogre tribes in the Wolf-Driving Plains. These fat guys, who are more than two meters tall, are lazy and afraid of the cold. They are not adapted to the environment in the north at all. The vast majority of ogres came from the South and West, and it was impossible for them to break through the human blockade in large numbers. Therefore, it is understandable that a few of them appear occasionally. Bjorn once dealt with an ogre, which seemed to be only slightly stronger than a brown bear, and its intelligence might not be as high as that of a kobold. He could kill it with simple bait and traps. Two ogres, no problem!