“tmd！ What happened? As soon as I left, I was constipated en masse?! Simba roared angrily, furious, like an angry red-faced lion.

The fallen angel hastened to deliver the report in his hand:

"Wang, don't be angry, this is the battle report, the defeated are all small battlefields, and it will not affect our big plans, you see!"

Simba snatched the battle report and glanced at it quickly.

He wasn't stupid either, and quickly found out the key.

As his legions spread out, the armies became more and more dispersed, with fewer troops attacking each city and town. In the case of dividing troops to advance, all the battles in which there were no middle and high-level troops with more than 500 combat strength to participate in the assistance, all lost.

In 34 battles, some low-level troops were killed and lost while raiding the surrounding small towns and villages.

Simba breathed a sigh of relief, and randomly became angry again.

"TMD, how incompetent are they?! Wiped out without high-level assistance?! ”

The Fallen Angel took out a small box and opened it to Simba.

"King, it's not that our soldiers are incompetent, it's that the native soldiers are eccentric. Does the king remember the missing cavalry before? If I'm not mistaken, the reason they can release magic is because of this. ”

Simba picks up the paper tube in the box.

"It's ...... Magic scrolls? ”

"Yes."

The face of the fallen angel is not very good-looking:

"It's low-level magic scrolls, and they've been found on all the soldiers killed and captured. In those failed battles, the surviving subordinates also said that all the soldiers seemed to know magic. ”

"Equipping magic scrolls in large quantities? This...... How is this possible?! ”

Simba shook his head vigorously.

He picked up the scroll in the box, looked at it carefully, and tried to open the scroll, but the tightly compressed scroll could not be opened at all, and when it was torn, it was directly activated and turned into flying ashes.

Fallen Angel Dao:

"Wang, the natives here seem to have mastered the special method of making scrolls in batches."

Simba's face darkened.

"Wait and see, I don't believe it, I've never heard of the method of making scrolls in batches. Call me, I don't believe they can use magic scrolls all the time! ”

"Yes."

Two more days passed.

Simba sat on the throne, without the vigor of the previous week, his face was calm, as if he had eaten Xiang.

The fallen angels did not dare to say a word.

There is no defeat in large-scale battles, and it can even be said that it is overwhelming, and it is won before it is fought. However, there were no high-level troops involved in the battle, and it was a different one-sided situation, with no victory.

Description of the surviving minions.

The enemy soldiers seem to be ready to unleash their magic at any moment.

Defense magic, attack magic, support magic, healing magic, the magic power of your low-level mages is exhausted, the ordinary soldiers on the other side are still losing magic, and even 9-year-old children go to the battlefield and kill a half-orc warrior with a fireball.

No matter where you go.

The field of vision is the orange of the flames and the pure white of the holy light.

The resurrected undead were consumed in just a few days, purified by various light-attribute magic, and even the ancient cemetery was purified by light-attribute magic, and it was impossible to resurrect skeletons as cannon fodder.

In less than 5 days, hundreds of thousands of low-level troops were killed in battle.

"Damn, they got so many magic scrolls there?!"

Simba smashes something in the room.

The Fallen Angel proposed:

"King, we should disperse the high-level troops and let them assist the low-level troops in battle."

"No! What if I die? Die one less one. Give me the concentration of my forces and attack the big cities, small towns and villages. ”

Simba's plan was immediately executed.

The troops retreated, concentrating forces to act collectively. Those who only attack large cities, small towns and villages are not needed.

The situation has changed.

Simba began to be invincible again, and the heights were unbearable.

"Roy, what are we going to do now? If this continues, all the big cities will eventually fall. Mavis asked worriedly.

Roy leaned back on the chaise longue and ate the grapes that Lolina brought to his mouth:

"Empress Mavis, you have to make it clear that it's you, not us."

Mavis bit her lip and said:

"So what are the coalition forces going to do? Simba concentrated his army, abandoned small towns and villages, and had no way to cannibalize his low-level troops, and if this continued, he would lose sooner or later. ”

"Mavis, the scroll business is not doing well now, we need to raise the price."

Mavis stared at Roy for a long time before sighing:

"1.05 gold."

"I have to get 1.5 gold coins to recoup the cost."

"That can't be! Up to 1.1! ”

After arguing for a long time, it was finally decided that the price of a scroll would be 1.15 gold coins, and the price would be increased by 15%.

Roy then said to Mavis:

"What did he attack the city for? For the sake of money~ You just need to let the nobles disperse, take their possessions with them, disperse them to small towns and mountain villages, and then burn all the food in the big cities. Hmph, I see what he uses to feed so many servants, and if he can't grab money, how can he maintain his army? ”

"You mean...... Abandoning the big city? ”

"Yes, abandon the big cities. The countryside surrounds the city, and the guerrillas kill the demon king. As long as he divides his troops, you have a chance, you know? ”

Mavis nodded thoughtfully.

With Roy's guidance again, she left happily.

Since Abraham's death in battle, she has stood up, and the elves are long-lived species, and Mavis is the most knowledgeable in the leadership class outside of the dragons.

She proposes Roy's class targeting plan, which is accepted by everyone.

Now, she has taken over almost half of the command of the coalition forces.

Mavis left.

Seeing the other party disappear, Lorien gave Roy a grape and put it in his mouth before asking:

"Young master, let's do this...... Is it immoral? ”

"Ha, Lolina, guess why I let Mavis do that?"

Roy had a sly smile.

Lolina's eyes lit up slightly.

Roy clearly had another purpose.

She grabbed Roy's arm and asked:

"Young Master, what do you want to do?"

"Muddy, water, touch, fish~"

Roy said word for word.

Lolina looked dazed.

Roy explained with a smile:

"Lolina, think about it, if the nobles transferred a lot of wealth and scattered it in small towns and mountains, who would be more likely to get the news of the whereabouts of these wealth?"

"Message...... Migaka Chamber of Commerce? Lolina asked uncertainly.

Roy smiled, pulled Luo Lina over, hugged him in his arms and said:

"It's us, to be exact. We can monitor the flow of funds, or we can set tracking spells in the scrolls to detect the flow of scrolls. ”

Lolina suddenly understood.

"The place where the scrolls gather, that is, the magistrates where the heavy troops gather, that eighty percent is also the place where they hide the money!"

"That's right, it's time to touch the fish~"

Roy is ready to form his first elite legion, taking advantage of the current chaos, to carry out a wave of fishing operations.

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