"Cook, hurry up and make a table for me to satisfy my hunger, and I am too cold to eat when I am in a hurry. Richard pinched his belly, and he must have lost weight.

Before leaving, he thought that there was some secret waiting for him to unravel, but he rushed to see that it was not the case at all.

It's a very simple and unmysterious building like a small aristocratic arsenal, with a simple structure that you can see at a glance, and there are not many things inside.

There is no essential difference from the arsenal of the high mountain fort, at most, it has been buried underground for thousands of years.

Originally, it was never seen from the light of day, but it was also the luck of the natives that a heavy rainstorm collapsed the rammed earth that had lasted for a long time, and the ruins were exposed.

With the lord's barren historical knowledge, it can only be seen that it is a product of the era of Nero's rebellion. At that time, mankind was at the juncture of moving from unity to division, which was reflected in the artistic creation of a particularly obvious mixture of styles, which could be seen by anyone with a little common sense.

This also frightened a group of natives who had never seen the world into a daze, and it was unimaginable for them to push the dating back to 3,000 years ago.

"Where's the rabbit people?" Only Richard and the centaur rangers returned, and Buckland searched and found no trace of the vassals who had set off together.

"Still there, I saw that there was a beautiful mural on the wall, and asked them to find a way to chisel it and hang it in the hall to decorate the façade. Richard said as he walked into the house.

"Aren't you afraid that something will happen to them if they stay there?" Buckland dragged his clumsy body to catch up.

"What could be the matter. Richard said unconcernedly, "I told them to run when they saw that the situation was wrong, and besides, who would be idle and bored to attack the rabbit people." ”

"Tsk, too. ”

In the Wilds Rules, these vassals who are only good at production rather than combat are considered a "property", and property is of course less vulnerable.

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Hendra Gunawin sat on the broad, flat back of a terrestrial griffin, dressed in a fine Meso full-body armor inlaid with gold and silver, with spears and swords on either side of the saddle, and his posture was straight but his eyes were blank looking at the horizon at the intersection of heaven and earth in the distance.

The Lycocous Griffin is a hybrid descendant of a griffin and a man-eating lion, unable to soar into the skies but still powerful.

The mirror-like miso plate armor was inlaid with a number of broken rubies, which were connected to each other in a specific geometric shape, alternating between light and dark like breathing.

As long as you have an eye, you can see that these are valuable treasures.

Hendra came from the Kingdom of Stuart in the east of Pompeii, which was one of the three great powers of mankind, and its overall national power was slightly weaker than San Jose and Pompeii.

As the grandson of the imperial marshal, he still has one-eighth of the royal blood in his body, and he is a famous child in the true sense. "Wealthy family", "noble birth", "promising", and so on, labels are inherently intended for such people.

It's a pity that things are not that simple at all.

After joining the Praetorian Guard with several older brothers, Hendra himself was sent to the border where birds don't, and in just a few years, he was quickly promoted to the captain of the "Brown Bear Roar" Legion.

The naming of the legions of the Kingdom of Stuart follows a strict and insurmountable rule, and the insider can see many things just by looking at the name.

The front-line elite legions are all named after natural disasters, and insiders like "Storm Fury" or "Great Earthquake Trembling" will know at a glance that it is either the Royal Forest Army of Wangcheng or the top treasures of the major military regions, and it is better not to provoke it.

The second-tier regular legions use the names of various powerful magical beasts, such as "Wrestling with Dragons", "Griffon Ambition", and "Hippogriff Fortification", which are the mainstay of the Imperial army, and they are not bad in all aspects.

And the use of brown bears such as ordinary beasts, whether it is lions, tigers, wild boars or elephants, are all the worst third-line local garrison corps, only responsible for bandit suppression and law and order tasks, to put it bluntly, it is a miscellaneous card.

A full-fledged legion should have about 4,000 people under its jurisdiction, and this kind of garrison corps can be half full-fledged even if it is considered to be a virtue of the ancestors.

The army is a place that pays attention to factions and ranks, and the elite legion and the regular legion personnel still communicate frequently, but once they are labeled as a garrison legion, it is tantamount to exile, and it is almost a pipe dream to be accepted by the mainstream.

From the day Hendra took over the Legion's Captain's Scepter, he knew he had been abandoned by his family.

The reality is harsh, and families need some people to stay in mediocre positions for the rest of their lives so that resources can be focused on more hopeful. Hendra had thought he was certainly in the promising category, but reality responded with a resounding and powerful slap in the face.

If nothing else, the twenty-seven-year-old Mr. Hendra will not have any further promotions. Now he holds a higher position than all his peers in the family, but he will spend his life slowly witnessing how others gradually catch up, equalize him, and gain a slight advantage, and finally climb to a position of prominence that is beyond reach.

But Hendra was not one to give up so easily, and with his insight and wisdom, the garrison was by no means hopeless.

For example, actively train soldiers and strengthen their subordinates. In the future, once there is a war, leading the army to establish meritorious deeds, the garrison corps will have the opportunity to be re-awarded.

In the meantime, Hendra, the leader of the Grass Chicken Legion, will also fly up to the branches and become a dragon, becoming a rising star in the military world.

There are precedents for success and a basis for reality – the border between Stuart and Pompeii has been so tense in recent years that no one can say when war will break out.

The only problem is that it takes a lot of things to do so: good soldiers, good equipment, and enough supplies. If we generalize further, we can also draw a more concise conclusion - money.

His plan needed to open the way with a large sum of money.

It's just that the Chancellor of the Exchequer will not pay attention to these ideas, and of course the military budget allocated does not include additional expenses, and Hendra has to pay for it out of his own pocket. As a serious son, he can get a sum of money from his family every month, but it is far from enough.

The seemingly decent and glamorous Lord Hendra was actually very short of money, and even thought about selling this precious enchanted armor on his body to raise money, but in the end he couldn't make up his mind. For the swordsman, the enchantment effect of the fire elemental anti-damage is very practical, and he is reluctant.

So after the grizzly bear roared and initially had combat effectiveness, Hendra immediately began to lead his army to take the initiative to suppress the bandits. On the one hand, soldiers are trained through low-intensity warfare, and on the other hand, they collect trophies and commissions from merchants to make up for the financial shortfall.

A few months ago, when he led a team to encircle and suppress the bandits, Hendra stumbled upon something very interesting - the bandits were actually equipped with many ancient bronze weapons.