Rommel looked at the panting fat figure in front of him, and his heart was full of contempt. The only person who can grow so fat in Ashfurnace Mountain is Drogba from the Lance family. Aragorn could overtake this slow guy at any time. But he didn't want to cause a little trouble to Aunt Leah, and if Drogba was not happy, this guy would definitely trouble Aunt Leah.

The kobold is here again, just last night, this time in the vineyards. Drogba and Rommel are tasked with finding Lord Merlin, Lord of Ashfurnace Mountain.

Of course, Rommel knew where His Highness Merlin was, and his favorite thing to do now was to hide in the pine forest and secretly observe His Highness Merlin's every move.

Merlin did not awaken the Mind Beast, but His Highness Varins, who awakened the Lionheart Beast of the Tesla family, was no match for him.

Awakening the Mind Beast means stepping into the transcendent realm, Rommel is twelve years old this year, and he has not yet awakened the Mind Beast.

The pine trees on the hillside had broken several times, and one pine tree was clearly showing signs of a new break, almost as thick as two bowls. Rommel looked at the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain with a look of adoration.

"Your Highness, it's not good, it's not good. Drogba held on to the pine tree, unable to breathe, "The kobold came again last night!"

Snap, Merlin's body shook and leaned against the big pine tree behind him, and there was a sway, and many dead branches fell, "Are they stealing beans again?"

"They stole grapes, they stole a lot of grapes. Drogba shook his head.

Merlin looked at Lance's fat son and felt a little chill in his heart, some people are born with a talent for acting, such as the round smiling face in front of him, the two squinting eyes squeezed together, the young man who smiled like a flower was much more powerful than his old man.

Drogba's opinion rating in the green box is only 30, which is only slightly higher than Father Yuri's opinion rating.

"Good morning, young man, the weather is very nice today!" Merlin greeted the tall, thin Goth boy who was following Drogba, he had the typical appearance of a northern Goth, with thick blond hair, slender arms, strong legs, if in a few years he must be a qualified warrior, and the most interesting thing was that the favorability of the green box on his body had reached 120, such a three-digit appearance in a stranger who had only met a few times, it was really incredible.

"Yes, His Highness Merlin. Rommel didn't seem to expect Merlin to talk to him, and suddenly he became overwhelmed.

"This is Rommel, who came to our Ashfurnace Village last year, his father went to work as a mercenary in the field, and now lives with Leah, and is my little follower. ”

Drogba puffed out his chest proudly, extremely proud.

"It's a bit annoying to have this kind of weather, and I wish it could rain, at least we won't have to water the beans anymore. Rommel grumbled.

Merlin couldn't help but look at the boy named Rommel twice, at such a young age, he knew that he cared about the weather and beans, and cultivated them well, maybe it would be a big help in the future, at least better than the stupid pig next to him.

This is Mei Xiaolin's subconscious habit of thinking caused by working at the grassroots level of the empire for thirteen years. For a small leader, it is important to pay attention to cultivating a few capable subordinates, and it is long-term, and now that Merlin is the lord of Ashfurnace Mountain, he is already thinking about the long-term plan of Ashfurnace Mountain. For him, talent has always come first, but through these two days, he feels that this problem cannot be solved in one or two years.

For the Goths from the north, measuring the land was an impossible task, and this was the reality of Merlin's Ashfurnace Mountain Territory. Not to mention other issues.

Merlin took a handful of turquoise grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, sour and astringent. The grapes were not ripe, but the grape trellis that had fallen to the ground made everyone's hearts ache faintly.

"How much is the loss?" asked Merlin.

"About a hectare!" Augustine said.

"Your Highness, there's a discovery here!" Rommel pointed in a different direction.

On the edge of the bean field, an arm-thick chain locked a huge iron clip, on which there was a fluffy arm, and the wound on the arm was deep to the bone, but in the end it could not break free from the iron clip. At the end of the arm there is a neat incision.

The kobolds have weapons in their hands, and if this is the case, there is only one explanation, and that is that it is a kobold tribe with priests.

"Your Highness, Ash Furnace Mountain is in trouble. Augustine said. "We had a group of not very friendly neighbors. ”

If Merlin chose twenty slave warriors to take to Ash Furnace Mountain, there would be no need to worry, twenty powerful warriors pushed directly over, a kobold tribe is not enough to stuff his teeth, but now there is no warrior among the twenty slaves, and he can fight when he encounters a kobold tribe, but the loss of manpower is inevitable, and the last thing Merlin wants at this time is the loss of population.

The kobolds in the wasteland are full of bestiality, which no one doubts, but a tribe ruled by kobold priests will appear tools, weapons, and will radiate wisdom. But no matter what, they shouldn't destroy the food that hasn't matured yet, this is the second time, Merlin must do something, if the kobold is allowed to wreak havoc on the territory of Ashfurnace Mountain, what authority will he have as a lord in the future.

It's not so easy to be a lord, you not only have the right to tax, you also have the responsibility to defend the territory, in fact, Merlin is more interested in the legend of this first night power, but it's just interested, you must know that there has not been a woman in the entire Ashfurnace Mountain who has given up her dignity and fallen to this point.

Merlin selected fifteen of the twenty slaves he had brought, and fifteen from the villagers of Ashfurnace Mountain, making a total of thirty to form a dog-fighting squad, each with a weapon in his hand.

Every Goth from the Northland is a natural warrior, but many of the warriors of Ashfurnace Mountain have left the village to work as mercenaries in other places, either to Adrianople or to the Holy City, leaving behind children like Rommel or old men.

Merlin took a javelin tied to a wooden pole about three meters long to make a long weapon, and each person took a short javelin to make a long weapon.

The dog-beating squad followed the intermittent trail of blood and soon came to the vicinity of the megalithic statue.