"Hey~ Why is it so annoying. "Mo Duo scratched his scalp and looked at the statistical report in his hand, and let out such a sigh;www.biquge.info

Not to mention those wild mages who are outside the wizard guild system, a very large number of mages have joined the guild and are subject to various restrictions and exploits by the guild, just to mix up some equipment and improve their strength.

Now that the Iron Collar has opened such a condition that is countless times better, isn't it digging the foundation of the Wizards' Guild!

Now what Lord Mo Duo is worried about is, what should I do with the more than 40,000 fine war horses that have been captured? First of all, the cavalry units directly under the Wizards' Guild of these local tyrants, the war horses they are equipped with are all good goods with strong physiques, and now they are definitely not for sale when they fall into the hands of the little dwarfs.

With these war horses, Lord Modo can upgrade the musketeers in the militia to dragon lancers, it is unrealistic to shoot on horses, but the musketeers who usually ride on horseback, and dismount and fight in battle in wartime, at least in terms of mobility, can be multiplied several times.

But this is the problem, Master Moduo for a while, where to find so many riding instructors, his powerful orc guard battalion has some cavalry, but those people are riding all kinds of huge beasts, riding beasts and war horses seem to be two concepts.

In the end, Lord Modo could only make up his mind, those human knights and cavalry captives, hoping that after all the means of coercion and temptation were used, they could get a certain effect.

After arranging the war horses, Mo Duo once again turned his attention to the rest of the loot, the Wizards' Guild carried a large amount of grain and grass enough for two months, and this Mo Duo easily solved it, and even increased the amount by more than ten times, with the bottomless pit of the huge food gap in the underground world, and he was really not afraid of any more.

Then there are the weapons and armor on the bodies of these more than 200,000 ordinary troops, which were randomly piled up on the battlefield in the past, piling up dozens of large piles.

These are obviously ordinary goods that can't catch up with the production of the steel collar, not to mention that Master Moduo really doesn't like it, I'm afraid that even those orc laborers who have been working in the steel collar for a long time are a little disdainful.

It's useless to hold it, the warehouses in the city have long been full of all kinds of supplies, and the empty warehouses outside the city have long been burned clean by the mercenaries, these can only be placed in the open trophies, under the sun and rain, I believe that it will not be long before they will be covered with mottled rust.

"Didn't those human merchants clamoring to buy the spoils of war? Modo asked the Swan housekeeper who was standing behind him, massaging her head.

The stewardess of the Swan Clan nodded noncommittally, and at the same time allowed the little dwarf to take the most comfortable and enjoyable posture, rubbing the back of her bald head against her full chest, and her slender and powerful fingers strengthened the position of Modo's temples.

Suddenly, Master Modo let out a long list of ecstatic screams, and then gasped and said: "What, sell all those captured weapons and armor to them, and the price will be discounted, it is better than leaving them there to rust." ”

Master Modo, who finally solved a problem, continued to look at the long statistical report, and said in his heart: "Who knows, it is also a distress to gain too much at one time!"

Reece Rhein, the lion, pushed open the window, and the fresh air with the smell of dew in the morning lifted his sluggish spirits, and another difficult night shift passed.

Although the Lion Man Lisbon's name is followed by a suffix with the noble surname Rhine, indicating that he also belongs to the Lion Man royal family.

However, only he knows that he is also a royal family, and he can only be regarded as a marginal small role, otherwise His Majesty the Emperor's Secretariat has more than a dozen personnel, how could the drudgery of the night shift all fall on his head alone.

Rubbing his eyelids that were a little fighting, Reece Rhein was planning in his heart where he should go for a rich breakfast after the shift was handed over, after all, he had just been paid yesterday, so he could treat himself a little.

At this moment, the sound of some kind of object vibrating was heard, which was unusually loud in the quiet Secretariat in the early morning, and Reece Rhein shuddered for a moment, and then reflexively pounced on the beautiful naked chickens and ducks on the secretary's desk.

In fact, one of the most important tasks of Reece Rhein's night shift is to guard the naked chicken and duck terminals on the table, and deliver the things transmitted from the other end to the relevant personnel in time.

And the things that were teleported at this time were unprecedented before, and after thinking about it a little, I knew that it was definitely a matter of urgency.

After the flickering magic light on the naked chicken and duck had ended, and seeing what appeared in front of him, Reece Rhein finally confirmed his suspicion, which was much higher than the emergency level of 100,000 urgent.

This is an extremely tight report wrapped in a brown paper bag, and it is said that it is a report, which is speculated by Reece Rhein based on the thickness of the kraft paper bag, and as for what is inside, Reece Rhein does not have the courage to open it and see it.

For on the fine brown paper sack, sealed with fire paint, there was a passage written in blood-red handwriting: The highest level of secrecy, the highest level of transmission, please present it immediately to His Majesty Seckert Rhine, and those who open it without permission or pass it unfavorably shall be punished for treason.

Behind it was the autograph of Tracy Young, the High Priest of the Scepter of the Temple of the God of War, and his personal seal, and immediately Reece Rhein took a cool breath, hugged the brown paper bag in his arms, and ran towards the bedroom of His Majesty the Lion Emperor.

At this time, His Majesty the Emperor may still be sleeping with his favorite concubine in his arms, but Reece Rhein can't control it so much, this is the rhythm of a big thing.

"Could it be that Duke Modo, of the Iron Lord, has been completely defeated?" Reece Rhine, who was struggling to run in the palace garden, remembered the report of the same High Priest Tracy the other day, but the level of transmission and secrecy was far from this.

Soon he was outside the Emperor's chambers, and the guards habitually put their hands on the hilt of their swords at their waists when they saw the galloping Reece Rhine.

"I'm Reece Rhein, the duty officer of the Secretariat, don't you know me? Before the guards could ask, Ris Rhein shouted loudly.

When he stood at the door of His Majesty's bedroom, and before he could take a few breaths, he saw His Majesty the Emperor, who was draped in a robe, hurriedly walking out of it, and even wearing only one slipper on his feet.