The Lord wants powerful plastic spells, such as fireballs or water arrows, to sweep through the enemy for him. But the troll's idea is very simple, it just doesn't want to be beaten by the overseer.

If it is to avoid being beaten, it is indeed difficult to find a more practical one than the stone skin technique and the Shu Yun technique, and it is also very suitable for the immediate needs.

The successful awakening of the two trolls frees their suffering kindred, and the trolls return to the old days of eating and waiting for death. It's just that at the behest of the lord, from time to time there will be people who try to stimulate them in various ways.

For example, when they gobbled up, several people rushed out and shouted and waved torches. For example, the trolls were sleeping soundly, and suddenly a bucket of cold water poured down on their heads. Another example is that the trolls did nothing, but the centaurs used blunt arrows to target them.

Although the results will not be visible for a while, Richard is convinced that this stimulus will definitely help induce awakening.

The two awakened trolls are the familiar faces of Alpine Castle, the oldest of the slaves.

Although Richard felt that the spells they had mastered were too weak, they were better than nothing.

The second general is very dependent on this dwarf who always feeds himself jerky, and he was easily included in the system by Richard and became two hero units.

He officially assigned names to the two of them, the one who mastered the stone skin technique was called Huh, and the one who mastered the Shu Yun technique was called Ha.

The intelligence of the average person who is not educated is about seven or eight points, and the human mage is conservatively estimated to be more than fifteen points. And the system panel shows that the intelligence of the second general is a pitiful two.

The Barbarian and the Centaur have one more task in addition to patrolling, taking two clumsy big guys around attacking the bandit who doesn't have long eyes, and level up as quickly as possible.

Recently, I don't know what's going on in the wilderness, there are a lot of wandering bandits, and there are outlaws everywhere who beat people with red eyes. Gunther had cut open their stomach pouches, which were said to contain only grass seeds and roots.

In any case, as a small pioneer leader, and the kobold currently has a full three-person spellcasting team, it is already an extravagant configuration.

Only Nehru was depressed, and there was a team leader and a deputy leader and two officers in the three-person team, and he was the only civilian team member.

Ten days later, the team of the Voya Comptoir arrived at Alpine Fort, bringing with them the halfling cook and the white crystal that had been pretended. Richard noticed that the size of their escort mercenaries was several times larger than the last time, and they were actually equipped with a dozen elven archers with pointed ears.

The level of elves has always been as suffocating as commissions, and their appearance can only show that the comptoir has invested heavily in guarding.

Anne didn't follow the caravan this time, but the One-Eyed Mercenary who had been in Alpine Fort for a while arrived.

Richard took advantage of the time when they stopped to drink their horses, and approached him, "Francis, long time no see." ”

The one-eyed dragon was half-leaning on the carriage and was talking to his companions, but when he saw Richard coming, he quickly stood up straight and put on his hat, "Good day, my lord." ”

"Isn't there anything going on in the wilderness lately? I feel like it's a bit of a mess. ”

"It's really tense. There is a big tribe of bears named Xia Xianyue who suddenly went south, and cleaned up enough of the local small tribes, and now it is a mess everywhere. ”

"Not only that, but the other day there was a crazy attack on the city of Coron. A young shortstop next to him added, "But they were all too hungry to run like goblins, and they were all brought down by the Three Lions' two rounds of longbow throws." ”

"The Three Lions should soon expel the Bearren Tribe, and Lord Richard doesn't have to worry about it. Franz pinched the brim of his hat in a cramped manner.

The shortstop looked at Richard and winked twice, not understanding why an old mercenary like Francis could be so respectful.

Not far away, at the foot of the hill passed two figures in dark blue hooded robes, who were more than three blades tall and walked forward without looking back.

"Captain, wait for me!" They were followed by a little man in the same hooded robe, with a maximum of five blades, and two small short legs could not catch up with the big one in front.

The outfit makes one think, and the gaze of Franz and the shortstop follows them until they disappear around the corner.

Richard didn't intend to satisfy their curiosity, and patted the one-eyed dragon on the shoulder, "Franc, go to the storehouse and get two barrels of ale to quench your thirst, just say what I said." ”

"Who is this? The shortstop waited until Richard was far away before asking.

"You can't afford to mess with the bull X character. Francis shrugged his shoulders, "Let's go, rabbit, Lao Tzu invites you to drink ale." ”

After the caravan left, Richard and his men stung around the place where they had stopped.

Some traces are unavoidable, such as the fact that horse-drawn carts carrying coal, even if they are carefully covered with canvas, inevitably leave a little cinder on the road.

"It's strange that last time Anne transported coal, this time a dozen elves were dispatched to transport coal. Richard threw the cinders on the ground and patted the dirt on his hands, "I didn't even know there was such a big market for this thing in the wilderness, they must have a secret." ”

"Catch up with them and do their vote, and you will know everything. Gunther made a vicious gesture with a single palm.

This product was quite rough and fine when he was in charge, but since he entered the gate of the mountain castle, he has become more and more lazy to use his brain, and he wants to be reckless when he is indecided.

Hurt shoved his thumb and forefinger into his mouth, and as soon as Richard nodded, he would immediately whistle to summon his people.

"There's no need. Richard turned around and walked towards the lord's hall, taking the opportunity to educate the two war maniacs, "Everyone will have their own secrets, we just need to know that Woya Trading Company is not an enemy for the time being, and there is no need to explore what secrets are hidden." ”

Hurt and Gunther looked at each other, each pouting. It's just that others say this, where does their own lord get the confidence.

What currently serves as the lord's hall is a relatively spacious crypt, and the new halfling cooks are staying in it.

The fishermen fished out a lot of crabs from the river in the morning, and Richard asked for a pot of pickled with soy sauce, chili, onions, and ginger, and put it on the table in the hall before he had time to eat it.

Most of the inhabitants of Alpine Fort have little desire to try this uncooked, carapace-soaked food soaked in black broth, but the halfling is notably an exception. These dwarfs, who eat an average of six to eight meals a day, have the purest and most sincere love for food, so how can they mind giving it a try.

When the lord entered the door, he bumped into several halflings in a circle and ate soundly.

"Is it delicious?"

As he spoke, he opened the wooden box on the table, and inside were four huge white crystal balls that the caravan had just delivered, as clear as clear water.

"Delicious!" a halfling man with crab legs smacking his mouth gave him a thumbs up, "Sir, this is the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." ”

Richard smiled kindly.

The authority of the halfling in food was unquestionable, and he had been worried that the Pompeii would find it difficult to accept this taste, but now it seems that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Compared to Pompeii's relatively drab diet, the complex cuisine in his mind is also a treasure.

The lords have all planned - train a few halfling chefs, and when the turmoil in the wilderness has subsided a little, they will go to the city of Coron to open a hotel. At that time, with their own cooking skills, those inbred nobles will not be like taking drugs, and no king or bishop will not eat for a day, crying and shouting to send money.

At that time, there will definitely be no open supply, and another membership auction will have to be held, and one person will charge him fifty gold coins.

Isn't getting rich just around the corner!

"I ...... Can you still eat it?"

Halfling Harpy looked at his new boss and watched as a shiny stream of saliva hung down from the corner of his mouth.