"I always feel powerless in the face of these things. Buckland shook his head and smiled bitterly, took off his tortoiseshell glasses and rubbed his eyes with chubby fingers, "Whether it's the Book of the Dead or Dracula's reason for becoming like this, it seems that we have no choice but to wait for fate to arrange it." After all, we're not mages, we're not priests, we're not big people. ”

"Not necessarily. Richard crossed Erlang's legs and leaned back in his chair and snapped his fingers, "The reappearance of the undead this time is not a trivial matter, so the mediation of the Holy Light Church has started again. Pompeii, Stuart, and San Jose will send envoys to the holy city of Vatis next month, and the envoys will surely know the inside story by then. ”

"Oh, who is the privilege of being an envoy?" said Hurt, who was very good at looking at it, and his tone and expression were pompous.

Gunther rolled her eyes, her lips spurted silently twice, and she could vaguely recognize it as a "sycophant" from the shape of her mouth.

"Ahem, contemptible people are just one of them. Richard's old face turned red after speaking, and he couldn't help but laugh first.

It is said that this was a royal decree from His Majesty Sagre, and when the lord heard the news from Béderick's mouth, he himself was shocked. But when I think about it later, it makes sense.

The war was nominally started by him, and ended with him. Letting him join the envoy corps is really not a random piano playing, but a very suitable candidate.

In addition, Pompeii, as a traditional supporter of the Church of the Goddess of Ice, actually sent an envoy to the headquarters of the Church of the Holy Light, which itself was very informative.

"You're actually an envoy?" the old white tiger looked at the lord of Gaoshan Castle and stopped talking.

This thing just ate the hycep with a ferocious momentum, and there was still unlicked brown sauce on both sides of his mouth, and some vegetable leaves were stuffed between his teeth. If the envoy represents the face of the whole country, then Richard is gone, and the name of the Pompeii barbarian will never be washed away.

"Well, let's go next month. After Richard finished speaking, he turned to look at the half-elf merchant, "By the way, Annie, who did you say was coming to Alpine Fort last time?"

"My mother clan, a tribe of steppe elves, is about four hundred people. Anne reached out and trunched her sideburns through her loose hair, taking a deep breath, looking a little nervous, "They ...... They wanted to join Alpine Fort. ”

Ever since the warriors from Alpine Fort returned en masse, she had been vaguely uneasy.

From a purely intuitive point of view, Anne had to admit that these warriors were much more restrained than before. Compared with the arrogance of the nostrils facing the sky at that time, and the mercenary didn't bother to talk to him. At least now they all seem to be very generous, telling each other a joke from time to time, and even inevitably feel like they are very easy to talk.

But with an unusually delicate mind, Anne fully understood that it was not because they were arrogant and restricted. But after that arrogance spreads and grows unscrupulously, it reaches the point where things are bound to be reversed, but it can be deeply hidden.

If the arrogance of the earlier was only in the skin, now it is definitely deep in the bone marrow. Like a giant dragon, it is lazy and lazy when it sleeps, and once it gets serious, it is a nightmare for all beings.

Hounds can be peaceful when they don't live with strange visitors in their kennels, but dragons never do. And the only person who could turn the dragon into a hound was across the table, frowning and reaching the leaves between his teeth with his tongue. His reply and attitude are undoubtedly crucial to the elven tribe.

"That's fine. Richard didn't think much of it, and agreed.

The half-elf chick couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"When are they coming?" said the lord, who suddenly became enthusiastic.

After fighting a national war, he deeply realized that the scale of 300 men was not enough, but at present, the army needs to be expanded and there is a lack of excellent soldiers. After all, Richard has always been a loyal supporter of the elite line since the day he began recruiting, and it is impossible to tolerate stinky fish and rotten shrimp just to make up for people. But elves are not ordinary, and even children know that they are the best archers and guerrilla fencers.

"Everyone has been there a long time ago, but they have been stationed ten miles away. Anne smiled heartily.

"Go, Gunther, and bring them in. ”

Gangmanzi quickly stood up and was relieved, and left without turning his head back to push the door. He didn't understand what he was talking about at all, he couldn't put half a word in his mouth, he just sat there staring at the ceiling, and now he was finally relieved.

"Tsk, Richard is still careful. "Buckland remembers it well.

Anne first told Richard about this in the Communication Stone, at least a few dozen days ago, when Richard was out fighting. Dozens of days have passed now, and he still hasn't forgotten about it! This kind of thing may be ordinary to others, but it is a miracle to put it on the Lord of Alpine Fort.

The lord glanced at the old man, picked up the spoon and tapped it three times on the table. There was a noisy sound of tables and chairs, and several officers present stood up with their heads brushed and slammed their heels against their riding boots, their chests and bellies bulging, and their faces were solemn, quietly waiting to listen to instructions.

"We must expand the army as soon as possible, but the problem is that there are not enough troops, so everyone has come to brainstorm ideas. ”

Pompey and Stuart are now only a truce, and it is difficult to say what will happen next, but Richard always felt that it was difficult to usher in a complete peace. Gao Shan Fort's strength is still not enough, and if he doesn't improve as soon as possible now, he can't sleep well.

"Wait, how much are you going to expand?" Buckland's eyes widened to the extreme, as a thrifty logistics director, he was naturally extremely sensitive to certain words.

The lord stretched out three fingers and shook them twice.

"Three hundred, that's okay......" The old white tiger nodded subconsciously while holding on to his tortoiseshell glasses, this number only made up for the loss.

"Three hundred?" Richard scoffed, "three thousand! preferably three thousand, two thousand if not, but not five hundred." ”

The core of the mountain fort's ability to take the elite route lies in the lord's riding and slashing system.

With the blessing of the system, it is true that the warrior can grow rapidly through one battle after another, but the system quota is never endless. In fact, in the beginning, the system could only command a few dozen people, and after recruiting a group of barbarians, there were very few left.

If the quota had remained the same, not to mention the series of escalating wars that followed, it would have been difficult to deal with the indigenous estimates at the beginning.

But fortunately, this amount can be increased, specifically there are two ways to upgrade skills and increase reputation.

For Richard, the path of skill improvement requires a lot of attribute points and skill points, and his level is too high to level up.

But as early as when he first came to the wilderness, the lord had already discovered that the road to prestige was simply a golden road, and it was all counted on to make a fortune.