Perhaps the town of Iva has recently stepped up patrols by soldiers, and there has been a noticeable decrease in vicious cases in the town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At midnight, Locke returned to City Hall with the patrol non-commissioned officers.

Bridget boldly stayed here for the night under the teasing gaze of the non-commissioned officers.

After a wonderful night with Bridget, Locke gets back to work for the next day.

Early in the morning, soldiers from the logistics department sent several boxes of alchemical potions and placed them in the hall of the city hall.

It wasn't long before the commander of the First Legion, Major Paul Alikin, walked in.

"Commander, do you have something to do with me?" Paul looked at Locke suspiciously, not understanding why he had let him come here this morning yesterday.

Recently, three corps of recruits are stepping up their training. Locke's two-month deadline is approaching, and it will be the time for the three new regiments to compete in strength, and the well-trained wing captain will be promoted to become the new corps leader.

And the best way to train recruits to grow into qualified soldiers is to see blood. There is no better fit than the Jackal people in the Silver Pine Forest.

For this reason, in the northern part of the silver pine forest, which covers an area of more than 280,000 square kilometers, the jackals who lurked everywhere fell into bad luck.

Previously, they were rampant in the Silver Pine Forest, killing humans as food and food. And now, the situation has changed.

On this side of the land, camps manned by human soldiers began to appear on the main roads of communication. Once they were discovered by these human soldiers, it would take less than two days for a swarm of human soldiers to level their village.

Their cubs are killed by humans, and the young adults are captured and further preached by a group of their comrades, gnolloll druids, and receive a simple civilized education. He was then sent to a quarry and mining site where humans had excavated and lived a miserable life.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer gnolls in the land, and they began to migrate to the mountains and beyond, away from these dangerous human soldiers.

These days, the captains of the three recruit legions are trying to figure out how to play the idea of those fishmen in Lake Lordamere.

This is the last enemy of the northern part of the Silverpine Forest.

"How's your recruit corps training?" Locke asked.

"Okay," Paul nodded, reporting on his results, "most of the recruits have seen blood now, and they won't have shaking hands when they pick up their weapons." ”

"Alright, pull out a wing of soldiers from your legion," Locke pointed to the box on the ground, "bring these antidotes, we're going to take care of a little trouble." ”

"Commander, I have a question, I don't know if I can ask?" Paul didn't leave, he hesitated for a moment but looked up at Locke.

"Oh?" Locke looked at him suspiciously, "Tell me, what's the matter?" ”

"I heard, you don't agree to have your head engraved on a gold coin?" Paul looked at him steadily.

"Yes, there is such a thing," Locke nodded, it couldn't be that he was trying to persuade me again, was he?

"I think Legion Commander, you're doing the right thing." Unexpectedly, Major Paul said something that surprised Locke.

Paul Alikin, Locke's number one military commander, was a slightly stereotypical old officer. It is said that he was previously the captain of the Major Wing of the Lordaeron Local Legion, and he was a more serious person.

"If you agree to their request, now engrave your avatar on the gold coin. This means that you are interested in replacing the Minethil family. Paul said with some seriousness, "This matter is still to be discussed." The Minahir family is not completely extinct, and the eldest princess has not yet been found. If she does leave this world, then I will support you. On the contrary, I hope you don't do it. ”

"If you do this, you will become a thorn in the side of other local nobles who have ideas. We'll also be at odds with the Crusaders of the Tirisfarda Glades and the Valley of the Hearth, and I hope you'll be firm in your mind for the kingdom to be restored once again. ”

Looking at Paul's serious face, Locke smiled bitterly in his heart. In fact, I don't have this idea at all, not to mention that there are so many big people on my head. What's more, the eldest princess of the Millhill royal family is still alive.

"I'll stand by my point, you can rest assured." Locke reassured him, "I am a Lordaeron, and it is my lifelong wish to restore our country. With this in mind, I won't be thinking about anything else for the time being. ”

"What if the Minethil family still has an heir?!" Paul stared at Locke and asked with a serious expression.

"Then, I will support her and ascend to the throne! Become our queen! Locke also looked at him seriously, "Are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

"Thank you." Paul's expression softened, and he bowed deeply to Locke. "I will saddle up and recreate the glory of our Lordaeron under your command."

Looking at Paul in the distance, Locke shook his head helplessly.

This is the first person to force himself to make a statement, and it can be seen from this that there are definitely many such royalists in the army. Are you afraid that I will usurp the kingdom of the Minahires?

Unfortunately, I don't have that idea. It's all the people below you who are doing something.

Not long after, Paul arrived in the square outside the town hall with a new recruit.

Locke walked out of the town hall and looked at the recruits.

Now their mental outlook is completely different from before. In the beginning, due to the lack of resources on their side, the soldiers had no armor or uniforms, they wore tattered clothes and carried wooden clubs as weapons, just like beggars.

But now it's different.

Locke had to admit that Shiloh, a female pastor, had a strong learning ability, although she sometimes had a big brain circuit. She first proposed uniform measurements and uniform specifications in the towns, improving the own measurements of each craftsman in the past. This is the same as the goblin mage Gates's idea, only standardization can speed up the progress of production.

In order to solve the problem of military uniforms for new recruits, she mobilized all the Iva women to make uniforms and capes for the army.

The blacksmiths who were originally fighting separately were sorted and processed by her, and each person was responsible for the creation of a part, and finally assembled in a unified manner.

For the sake of quality, Shiloh has made the accessories engraved with the names of the craftsmen themselves as rewards and punishments. As a result, it would have taken a week to craft a piece of armor. And now, with the joint efforts of several craftsmen, it is possible to create several pieces of armor in a day.

Through the logistical integration of Shiloh during this time, a steady stream of military uniforms, armor, and weapons were manufactured and armed to recruits.

Now, the spirit of this group of recruits is very different, they are full of energy, and they are full of energy, and they hold their heads up to meet Locke's inspection, with a proud look on their faces.

They stood neatly in front of Locke, dressed in shiny armor and Crusader robes, with sharp weapons in their hands.

They have the pride to be proud of, the raging gnolls of the Silver Pine Forest have vanished under their blows, and they have defended the safety of the land.

The affirmation of their families, the appreciation of relatives and friends, and the blessings of the citizens of the town, this sense of happiness of defending their homeland filled their hearts.

"Well done!" Locke looked at the recruits in front of him with satisfaction, not to mention how their combat effectiveness was. But the spirit in them is worthy of recognition, which is different from what he had seen in the town of Gadar before, and the soldiers at that time did not have this spirit.

At that time, people were more like getting by, living a life where one day counted.

"Let's go." Locke handed Paul a map, "Your goal is the location marked on the map, and it's best to settle the battle there today." The soldiers of the logistics wing will follow us. ”

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"Listen carefully, in this jungle. There are notorious black spiders, and I'm sure you've heard of their dangers. ”

"Don't panic if you spot them, the only thing they can do to you, aside from their disgusting appearance, is the venom that spews out of their mouths and the huge teeth in their mouths."

"Hold up your shields, and don't let the venom of those spiders soak into your skin."

The second lieutenant commanded his soldiers, "Your enemies are black spiders without intelligence, and their venom will not be harmed as long as it is not sprayed on your body. ”

The soldiers held their shields in one hand and tapped the surrounding vegetation with their weapons in the other, carefully holding their shields in front of their chests.

"It doesn't matter if you accidentally get the venom, there's a lot of antidote behind us. And, our lords, watching you from behind. How well you perform determines how well you will be treated in the future. Go for it. "The second lieutenant is constantly adjusting the morale of the soldiers.

Suddenly, the grass shook in the distance, and a huge black spider jumped out. It was half a man tall, with eight slender thighs with a layer of black fluff and red dots in some special places. Its head had two pairs of small eyes, staring darkly at the recruits in front of it. There are a pair of huge teeth in the mouth, constantly shaking, and the poison sac at the back of the body is also trembling.

The sudden appearance of it scaring the recruits in front of it scares them.

The black spider's mouth suddenly erupted a stream of white viscobwebs, quickly enveloping the recruit, and then attempting to drag the trapped recruit away.

It all happened in an instant.

Sergeant Decissey, the new recruit leader of the squad, quickly lunged at the Black Spider, yelling in an attempt to get its attention.

"Come here, help him." Sergeant Decisse shouted to the recruits around him.

In the black spider's mouthparts, the end of the sticky spider silk was tied to the recruit, who was lying on the ground struggling, trying to break free from the silk. His teammates were slicing the silk from him with a dagger, but the sticky silk stuck to the blade of the dagger, making the act extremely difficult.

Sergeant Decisse looked cautiously at the black spider in front of him, and shouted mockingly, "Hey, little spider, spit out the spider silk in your mouth." Come! Play with me. ”

"Cut that silk, drag this idiot behind, and roast some of it with flames." The second lieutenant came to this place of emergency, and he took control of the scene. "Others, be careful, don't be attacked by other black spiders, this is the base camp of spiders."