Instead of being called 'Porugan' and being called 'Lord', his entire name is called Porugan-sama. Fitting well with the name, he seems to have been born with this material. Formerly a small post on the border, Bracada grew into a sizable town within a few years of his rule. He also went from being the smallest official about the size of a chicken feather to the administrator of a town.

Lord Porugan is troubled right now. He was sitting in that big chair, holding his head with his hands in a daze.

The caravan disguised by the thieves had been on departing for a month. Lord Porugan stood in front of the checkpoint and watched them set off, seeing Asa and Xiaoyi also dressed as merchants and mingling in the middle.

It takes about twenty days to travel west to reach the country in the west, but this is only the narrowest stretch of the southern end of the highlands. To the north, there are large tracts of land surrounded by lizard swamps and the Sandface Mountains. It's just that there aren't any resources or relics worth exploring, it's just a wasteland littered with woods, hills, and wild beasts, which has been largely untouched since the Empire's armies swept through the orc tribes a few years ago. If the orcs really want to build a city-state, then the greatest possibility is there. In terms of timing, it was almost time for them to arrive.

What was the situation there? really a more rational country? and what would the orcs have about the empire that had been sweeping away them? He hoped that Asa would come back soon. It's unlikely, but hopefully the news will turn the tide for the upcoming war.

Footsteps were heard in the hallway. There must have been several people, because someone was shouting, but only one footstep could be heard. This voice alone covered all the footsteps in its own majestic atmosphere. The steps were large, the landing was loud, and it was a very heavy and steady muffled sound, and the huge physique and momentum of the person could be heard from this footstep.

Lord Porugan sighed, he was going to come after all, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

The door was pushed open, or rather slammed open, and as soon as the two doors opened, they slammed against the wall with a clattering sound, and a huge body appeared in the room.

If someone doesn't know how to write the word mighty, just look at this person and they will immediately lose their mind. This person seems to have been transformed from the concept of 'mighty', from the tip of his hair to the heels of his feet, every part is full of the mighty and ferocious momentum of a soldier. A head of golden hair spilled out of the helmet and the same golden beard blended together, and the vicissitudes of life and scars on the face were mixed together, as if war rather than time had aged the man. Taller than ordinary people, the huge body with a broad shoulder was dressed in a modified steel armor, which only protected the important parts of the body, and the rest was completely bare, and the rock-like muscles were scarred by knives and axes. Hanging from his waist are two double-edged axes that are difficult for ordinary people to carry.

Lord Porugan waved to the people from the town hall who followed behind him and let them out. This man barged in without a word, and they couldn't stop him if they wanted to. Lord Porugan stood up and nodded, "Hello, General Sanders. ”

"I'm not good. General Sanders stared straight at Lord Porugan. "I came from the southern border, two thousand miles away, and rode ten fast horses. I'm tired and I'm in a very unhappy mood, so I'm not good. ”

"So where are your troops? Would you like to go and get some rest..."

The general does look tired, but even the most tired lion is full of domineering and evil spirit. "I've already told you: I'm not good. It means that you don't talk about polite nonsense. ”

Lord Porugan nodded, he had been dealing with the general since he took over the post ten years ago, and he was familiar with the general's temper, and knew that it was best to do what he said in this situation.

"Do you know why I'm in such a hurry?"

"I don't know. ”

"For I have heard strange rumors about the wild highlands to the west, where an orc city-state is being built. ”

"I know. ”

"Then do you know that Captain Sanders of the Holy Knights recruited mercenaries in your city half a year ago?"

"I know. ”

"Do you know why he is recruiting mercenaries?" the general asked, his voice deepening with each question.

"I don't know. "Lord Porugan seems to be able to say only these few words.

"And then did you hear anything about him and his troops later?"

"Nope. ”

"No?" The General's two flame-shaped eyebrows burned into the middle, and the voice sounded like a beast of prey. "Do you know what that troop is going to do?"

"I don't know. ”

"The Master of the Paladins and I secretly sent him to the western wasteland to scout the orcs. But I haven't heard from them for half a year, and now I've heard that the orcs have established a city-state on the highlands. The general's voice sounded like a lion roaring. "In the last letter I received, it was only when you refused to lend him your soldiers that he had to recruit mercenaries here. And such a group of people disappear around your town, and you don't even know anything. The general stared at Lord Porugan's face and asked word by word. "You explain to me what's going on. ”

Lord Porugan took a deep breath and explained slowly and methodically: "Chief Sanders didn't tell me that he was on a mission, he just asked me to lend him the city's guards, but he didn't have the relevant documents, so I didn't hand over the troops to him. He gathered the soldiers he had brought with him and the mercenaries he had recruited, and they had gone into the depths of the Savage Highlands, which were too far away to have any contact with us. I thought they had turned back to the empire from somewhere else, so I didn't care. As for the orc building the city-state..... I did hear about it recently. ”

The general stared at Lord Porugan for a moment of silence and asked, "Just because you don't have that paperwork, you won't hand over your troops to him?" You should know that the rank of the captain of the paladin team is much higher than yours, and what is more important than a military mission that is related to the safety of the country?"

"Whatever mission he says he wants to carry out, if there is no formality, it is only a personal request, and I cannot hand over the troops to others because of my official position," said Lord Porugan. I have to keep the law and order, and I'm the magistrate of this town. ”

With a bang, the axe, which was still hanging from the general's waist, had already slashed on the desk, and the table made of good wood collapsed completely. "You!" the general seemed to tear the dwarf in front of him to shreds with his voice. "If it weren't for us soldiers working the front line, how could you dog officers play with power in the back. Thanks to us soldiers, the people on the border will not have to be harassed by those orcs, and the trade routes to the west will be smooth and unimpeded. You people have all the glory and wealth at the cost of our soldiers' lives, you know?, but it was because of these dog officials like you, who only know power, that I was tied up in the damn south and couldn't come, so he had to recruit some mercenaries to scout, but there was no news for half a year, and those orcs would establish a city-state next to our empire....."

The axe slashed into the center of the desk, but the entire table shattered even the bottom corner, as if it were nothing more than a flour ornament. Lord Porugan looked at the axe in front of his nose, and as soon as the object landed a foot further, it would be mixed with the sawdust on the ground, and sweat was already running down his chin.

The general stared at him, murderous and sad anger swirling in his eyes, and finally returned to the depths of his eyes. He slowly withdrew his hand and put the axe back on his waist, took out a piece of paper from his bosom and threw it in the face of Lord Porugan. "That's what you want. Now that the Empire has entered the war, I have full authority over all matters on the frontier front. Trade with the West was immediately cut off, and Bracada was to be used as a military stronghold. You're not the governor of this town anymore. ”

"There have already been envoys from Duke Mrak to the city-state to inquire about it, and it may not be necessary to go to war if they bring back the news.....," said Lord Porugan.

"I never repeat my commands. The corners of the general's eyes twitched, indicating that his patience had reached its limit. "I'll tell you for the last time, I'm in a bad mood. Get out of here. ”

Lord Porugan did not say a word, silently picked up the pages of official documents scattered on the ground, turned and walked to the door, stopped and whispered, "I am deeply sorry and sorry for your son's affairs, but I must do it, and that is my duty. ”

The general still stood in the center of the room, unmoved like a stone statue. The footsteps of Lord Porugan in the hallway grew farther and farther away, and then the voice of him summoning the rest of the town hall staff could be heard.

The general slowly walked over to the chair and sat down, burying his face in his hands. The long journey and the large fluctuations in his mood made him feel as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

It all started two years ago when the current emperor ascended the throne and changed the prime minister. After the new emperor ascended the throne, a holy message came, saying that the West had been pacified and there was no need to send a large army to garrison it, and several southern countries were ready to move, and ordered to transfer all their troops to the south, and because there was no border with other countries, there was no need to leave troops, and there was a local escort.

When he received this order, he knew that this was the meaning of the new prime minister. Many members of their family had already coveted the trade routes to Western countries, and they had always looked down on each other with these people, and they often kept their caravans under strict scrutiny, and of course they would not allow themselves to continue to guard there. But it didn't matter, he had never been very interested in politics, and since the decree said that the army should be transferred to the south, he would do so.

Half a year ago, the son of the captain of the Holy Knights brought a secret letter from the head of Roland, saying that there seemed to be orcs moving in the wild heights of the western frontier and asked him to investigate.

However, because relations with the southern countries deteriorated and war could break out at any time, the imperial court ordered that no troops should be transferred. He wrote to the imperial court several times to ask for an increase in appropriations to allocate troops to the West, but there was no response, needless to say that someone was playing tricks, which made him hate those politicians. But no matter how angry he is, he is a soldier after all, and he can't move without an order.

The Holy Knights are the most elite forces in the Empire, and can only be dispatched by the simultaneous consent of both the Emperor and the Church. Therefore, Commander Roland could only privately send people to investigate, but either there was no training even with the people who were investigating, or there was no result at all, after all, the wild heights were too big and too dangerous, and a considerable number of troops were necessary to really carry out comprehensive reconnaissance. The politicians in the DPRK, led by the Ernie family, have been trying hard to deal with military leaders like him and Roland politically. The news of this orc was only learned by Roland from the trail, and it was groundless, and if they moved their forces at will to spread the word, it would be easy for them to be caught by the voter.

Although he didn't believe that the orcs who had been almost killed by him were doing anything, he also knew that Roland was not a person who made a fuss. So he quietly drew some soldiers from his own troops and asked his son to take them to the west, and he sent troops from some places to reconnoiter together. But this time it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news for half a year. Bearing the heavy responsibility of guarding the frontier, he naturally did not dare to leave his post without permission, and kept trying to inquire to no avail, until finally Roland finally had the exact evidence and reported it to the imperial court, and then a holy word came down to say that the orcs on the western heights had established a city-state, and asked him to immediately transfer troops to the west.

As soon as he received the news, he knew that his son had died at the hands of the orcs. It was his youngest and last son.

No matter what the cost, all the orcs must be killed.

It was an oath he had made more than twenty years ago, when he had silently asked the gods to bear witness to it. He didn't ask for anything this time, and he felt that even if the devil came as an assistant, it would be fine.

The news of the war suddenly fell over the heads of the inhabitants of Bracada like a torrential rain in the middle of summer.

However, people quickly adapted to the shock and disbelief and began to pack up and leave the place. A short stay of a few years in this place is not enough for them to feel reluctant. In just three days, the original prosperity disappeared from the city.

Lord Porugan stood on the corner and watched as the people left with their bags on their backs, the last of the residents to leave. Everywhere the doors of the taverns were left open, leaving only a few tables, chairs, furniture, and rubbish, and the windows of the upstairs rooms were blown from side to side by the wind, with the occasional crackling sound of crashing into each other.

The first troops had arrived, the light of swords, spears, and armor shone everywhere, and the fatigue of the hurried march could not hide the fierceness of the man.

"Is there going to be a war?" said a man in a robe from the corner of several houses, walking up to Lord Porugan and looking at the street together. "I just came here a few days ago, so I saw that there was going to be a war. ”

"yes. It's going to be war. Lord Porugan replied casually.

"That's a lot of people. The man looked at the soldiers around him. Master Porugan's voice is hard to hear, but compared to this man's voice, he can be a great vocalist. "If there is a real fight, even this town will be razed. ”

"yes. Master Porugan glanced at the man. This man was probably a homeless man with some kind of illness on his body, and he was wrapped in a robe and only the upper half of his face was exposed.

"I wonder when this battle will begin, when these people will set off?" the man shook his blank eyes as he looked at the soldiers walking by in the street.

"Probably tomorrow. "As long as you rest for the night, the general will probably let these people go first to find out what is going on. Porugan-sama thought.

The homeless man sighed. "It's so fast, then I'll have to hurry up. ”

"yes, let's go. Lord Porugan turned around and walked away. He also had to go to the town hall to explain to the officers in detail the surrounding terrain and the distribution of buildings in the town, and tell them where it was suitable to store grain and grass, where to store soldiers, and where to guard. This was his last task as a magistrate.

He smiled wryly at the empty taverns around him. Each house here is planned by yourself and then built brick by brick. When he planned to combine the brothels, inns and taverns in the city, he used to admire himself a little bit for this idea. As he walked, he flew up with a small pebble and hit the door panel on the side of the road with a dull thud.