Richard was not the first Pompeii pioneer to be ushered in in this land, and his predecessors, although the pioneers did not succeed, still left their own traces here.

For example, the former stronghold, a two-story wooden building perched on top of a hill.

When the group found it, the sun happened to be in a clever position, gilding the green hillsides and wooden buildings with a layer of gold, brilliant and dazzling.

The meandering creek winds like a silver ribbon around the base of the hills. The abundant water source makes dense clusters of white bitter wattle flowers grow in the grass on both sides, and the slightly bitter aroma wafts everywhere.

The roughness and dryness of the moors were tired of it, and the rare abundance of water and grass made Richard immediately like the place.

Even from a military point of view, it is a very advantageous geographical location. Located on the top of a hilly slope, it is already a rare commanding height in the vast flat wasteland. There is also a spring next to the wooden building, and a small stream gushes from the top of the slope to the bottom of the slope, and joins the river that semi-surrounds the hills.

In the event of a future war and besieged, the defenders would not only have an advantageous location, but also a stable supply of water.

"This will be our new home from now on. Richard's tone was firm, and the barbarians were just as right.

Such a privileged location was a sought-after item even in the wilderness, and it was difficult to abandon it after the pioneers left, and it became a native's dwelling place again. What really surprised him was that it was the notoriously short and cowardly kobold who occupied the place.

It stands to reason that such a good location would attract stronger tribes to settle down, and the weak kobolds never had the strength to hold a territory.

The picturesque landscape was filled with uninvited guests, and heavily armed brutes came to the foot of the hills, causing a commotion among the kobolds. But it was just a commotion, and they didn't mean to run away at all.

Richard pointed to the wooden house with one hand and held out two fingers, "Two hundred pulses." ”

The impatient barbarians immediately rushed up, and a group charge beat the unsuspecting kobolds.

In the eyes of Lord Richard, this is really a good opponent. The height barely reached the waist of the barbarians, and they lacked martial arts and military training.

The barbarians threw spears and spears with incredible killing efficiency, and the most courageous kobolds turned into blood gourds in the blink of an eye. The total collapse was only in the blink of an eye, and except for a few exceptionally vigorous and sharp escapes, the rest were all harvested neatly, and it took no more than a hundred pulses.

Another "barbarian spearman" has accumulated enough experience to be promoted, and is triumphantly showing off his feelings to his companions.

Richard ascended to the hills, the top of which was apparently artificially leveled, and was a large open space. At the edge of the clearing was a waist-length wall of rubble, a veritable breastwork by kobold standards, barely a little defenseless.

The pioneers who built it in the first place must have invested heavily in the wooden houses, which are made of fine pine of the highest quality. Even after the wind and rain, it is only slightly old, and it has not really eroded the fine wood.

The kobolds who used to live here probably had some intelligence, and they used a mixture of mud and hay to simply repair the broken and old parts of the roof so that they would not leak wind and rain.

The situation was far better than Richard had imagined, and with a little cleaning, it was possible to move in directly.

In addition, the kobold actually had a lot of grass seeds and dried meat, and Richard would definitely not eat these things from unknown sources, all of which were cheap and had a wide range of recipes.

The well-fed trolls were tireless, and under the supervision of the brute, they carried the baggage from the wagon to the top of the hill. This heavy, simple physical work suited them well, and it only took two or three trips to empty a wagon.

......

At night, a light like a bean illuminates a palm-sized piece of parchment.

Richard, the only literate man, held a ink-soaked pencil and served as both a presiding officer and a clerk, and the barbarians were all present, filling the otherwise spacious room to the point of filthy air.

"Alright, then our first internal meeting at Alpine Fort will begin now. Richard also settled on the name of the place.

Gunther pouted quietly in the darkness - a wooden house on a small hill, neither high nor mountain, why should it be called a high mountain fort.

The quill draws a sinuous curve on the parchment, representing the creek at the foot of the hill. A circle was hooked at the corner of the curve, which naturally represented the mountain fort.

"That's where we are now. ”

The barbarians rushed to come up and watch, and after reading it, they looked at each other blankly, and they couldn't understand why a pearl in a mussel shell could represent the current situation.

"Now here we are. Richard pointed to the "pearl" with a pencil and wrote next to it Alpine Fort, "but he knows nothing about the surroundings." ”

So everyone suddenly realized, oh, this is actually a map!

"The most important task now is to find out how many tribes there are, otherwise we will be blind. ”

"Chief, there is a small goblin tribe in the upper reaches of the river, five or six miles away. Gunther suddenly raised his hand to speak, "I found it in the evening when I was walking my horse. ”

Richard knew that this thing was a fake public servant who rode out for a ride, and weighed more than two hundred pounds to weigh enough on the horse pulling the cart.

"Bear goblins are still goblins. He casually ticked next to the ball.

"Ordinary goblins. ”

"Ordinary goblins?" the hand that was about to put down the pen froze suddenly.

The bear goblins have a strong physique, and the goblins are good at military formations, and they are both relatively outstanding races in the goblin family. In contrast, ordinary goblins, as a unit of measurement, are almost useless.

A philosopher once said that there is no such thing as a completely useless thing in the world, but goblins are really close to this concept. Short and thin, his head is not bright, and his body is always filled with a disgusting stench. The only thing that is good at is giving birth to litters like rats, and then dying nest by litter when food is scarce.

In Pompeii folklore, the word goblin can also be used to refer to dirty, stupid, foul smell, or even any negative concept. If you want to find someone to fight in Cologne, the most effective way is to say, "I guess you have a lot to do with goblins".

The thought of such a group of fellows living in the upper reaches of the river that drew water made Richard's face suddenly turn pale.

"Gunther, where did you get the water for cooking today?"

"What's wrong with the spring next to me?"

"Whew~ It's okay, it's okay, I'll take it from the spring in the future. ”

Near the new circle on the map, Richard carefully wrote the word goblin and then viciously crossed it.

"Tomorrow morning, all assemble and level them!"