If you count the two months of rest after killing it, then...

In a month at most, they will come here and make a huge waaagh!

This time, Barr had the heart to stop and listen to the dwarf tell him about their feud with Greenskin, because he was about to get involved.

But Byer, who was not good at history lessons, only listened to it for a long time, and there was a big earthquake a long time ago, and then a lot of green skins ran out and robbed the dwarves of a lot of land.

Mount Bafeng is one of these fortresses.

And Baier only understood one thing, there was a number of fortresses with green skins eyeing the land.

Now, the most cunning of the night goblins, Skarsnik, has called himself the "Warlord of the Eight Peaks" and wants to plunder Bretonnia's territory.

And the place is remote, in the northernmost part of Bretonnia, and the weakest power, without the Holy Grail Knights stationed in the Shet Territory, Long Lake, Entrat became their first choice.

Split-whisker stroked the goblin's head and said.

"We owe you something, human lord."

"I will return to the Grey Mountains with this skull, and use it as proof to call on my fellow guilds to help you defeat the Greenskins, and you must first protect the Ginter Mine."

"It is responsible for preventing the overwhelming green skins from escaping to the plains and forests, otherwise it will bring thousands of years of turmoil and suffering."

Baier was silent, his territory had just reached the point of making a profit, and if he gave himself a little more time, he could build a real army.

But now they are facing attacks from the greenskins.

If you can't fight the greenskins on your own, even with the promise of the dwarves, you can't guarantee that you can support it for a long time.

After approving the Dwarves' ironwood trade, they stay in the realm and repair equipment with the metal collected by Bair, and it's free!

And the dwarves lend their goodies to Byer, which will definitely surprise Greenskin.

A week later, with the plate armor in good condition, Bier told him to hurry up and go to Entrat, where the two lords of Long Lake informed the lord.

Now they need to go to war, and they need to build a force in a month's time, strong enough to stop the emergence of large numbers of greenskins from the abandoned gold mines.

And Beyer, with the soldiers, walked to the vicinity of the gold mine.

And Bair commissioned Ellie to train the militia and protect the territory.

Under the girl's happy smile, Bair is afraid to come back and see a group of peasant assassins...

Three wagons were carrying food and jerky, venom, building materials, and an army of 200 men, and during this time the dwarves helped Bair transform a simple catapult to a range of 60 meters.

Although it is not as good as a longbow, it is finally a long-range unit, and if it is paired with high ground, the range can barely touch 100 meters.

The stone has also been changed to a heavier but smaller iron pellet, which is more effective at poisoning, and the hit rate and trajectory are much better.

But I am afraid that in the whole of Bretonnia, only Bayer's army is composed of almost all infantry.

However, the biggest consumption of the troops is not food, but the toxins brought out of the swamp, and if the battle situation falls into a tug-of-war, the toxin reserves may not be enough.

The combat effectiveness will also be much lower in an instant, and the soldiers who could have achieved more than one enemy before are largely relying on shields and poisonous blades to delay time, waiting for the enemy's toxin attack and formation destruction.

If there is no toxin replenishment, it will put the two hundred Poison Blade troops into passivity.

That's why Bair came to the Ginter mine a month early, and he wanted to occupy the place and build a stronghold to store toxins and food.

The Poisonblade troops paved the way to the mines, passing through sections of the forest with green skins and a cattle-like creature that walked on two legs with a rough and unpleasant voice.

And holding a simplely crafted weapon with almost no armor.

Although he has great strength and is not afraid of death, he is simply chopping melons and vegetables without armor.

Basically, the heavily armed Poison Blade troops will only be knocked back by the horns, and then they will be poisoned to death on the other side.

There are many villages along the way, and Bair also deliberately purchased a lot of food as a strategic reserve.

Because there is no gold coin for green ears, today's deposit is only barely released to the army for this month's military money.

At present, the biggest problem is how to maintain the transportation of long-distance operations, Bayer is very poor, there are no horses, and the supply of materials may be in short supply by manpower.

Even if you reserve in advance now, you can't guarantee how many greens you will deal with by then.

When the troops arrived at the territory of the Ginter mine, they found that the problem of green skin flooding here was indeed exaggerated, and they had already wiped out almost three camps after a three-kilometer journey.

The nearby villages were even more grateful to Bair for his arrival, and they had previously relied on providing children to the Minotaur tribe called the Beastmen, so that they could protect the village from being slaughtered by the Greenskins.

And Baier could only ask the soldiers to set up camp in the village near the mine, set up watchtowers and light wolf smoke nearby, and express their location to the lords who came later.

Also attract the attention of the nearby Greenskins and the Beastmen, strangling them here.

The troops were lined up, two rows, one long-range and one melee, and the watchtowers were on alert in groups of three.

In this way, the defense was carried out around the village called Sémir near the Ginter mine.

Nearly a hundred greenskins and minotaurs were slaughtered in just one day, and that night the village was not lit by a bonfire, but with heretic fat.

As he looked at the mountains of monster corpses, he felt more and more that it was not outrageous that his realm would develop a swamp faith.

If it weren't for the protection of the huge natural environment called Lakcha, a remote village like Shetling's would have been eaten up by monsters and disappeared into history.

Bair watched as the bread with dried meat stewed in the pot became a pot of mush.

At this moment the daughter of the village chief brought ale, she was not very old, she wore a long linen dress, and her wheat-colored skin had lovely freckles.

She was one of the highest-ranking people in the village, for the village chief was a retainer of a nearby baron, and she was more or less out of the peasant class, and she was considered an entourage, so that she could bring wine and food to Bair.

And this is actually an exception, people without noble blood should not be close to the nobility, even Sir Flender, whose ancestors have been righteous nobles for three generations.

The girl's cheeks looked a little redwood in the reflection of the campfire, probably thinking of the heroes of the story who took risks and slain monsters.

Perhaps Byer's appearance in battle made him overlap with the knight in the story in the eyes of the girl.

She probably expected the dashing man to hold her down with alcohol, and the rest of the night story would be the talk of her life for a long time.

But Bair was not a knight, and he took the ale and drank the bread soup, and then he broke the girl apart, and looked at the young men in the distance, who looked at the glittering chainmail of his soldiers, and their eyes were excited.

Maybe you can try to recruit from a village near your territory, but you'll have to wait until you have more money.

Bair collapsed inside the tent and began to think about what to do with the disgusting greenskins.

He didn't expect that night was the main time for the monsters to attack, and that the beasts who had lived here longer than the greenskins were the masters of the forest.

The sound of a loud horn and a bull in heat echoed through the dark forest.

A pair of moonlit eyes poked out of the dense forest.