"Your Highness has an order! Everyone except the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant should leave the city and assemble in the north of the city!" Marcus, the city defense officer, roared with his arms akimbo, his voice enhanced by special combat skills and instantly echoed in the already small area.
Echoes in Swift Current City!
"Oh! Hedong lion's roar?" Roland was shaken slightly by the sound wave visible to the naked eye, and then looked horrified. Is it so unscientific? If he stood in front of him, he would not be roared to death? But Roland changed his mind.
When you think about it, the world of Middle-earth is not a scientific world. Firearms are awesome, right? Awesome! But the fire mage in Middle-earth can sense and control the free fire elements in nature from ten thousand meters away. Just one fire element...
...they died ten thousand meters away, and this was just the basic operation of a magic apprentice. Although their effective attack radius was only a few hundred meters, their powerful mental power was enough to allow them to control elements ten thousand meters away. As long as
A trace... So this is the reason why Roland doesn't want to climb the modern technology tree after time travel, unless you start with mushroom bombs, but you also have to consider that professionals in Middle-earth have countless ways to resist mushroom bomb attacks and tear apart space.
Forget about throwing mushroom bombs in. Almost all sixth-level professionals of various professions can fight with mushroom bombs. To them, mushroom bombs are just a slightly brighter fireworks.
"Haha, this is just a special release of the combat skill - the battle cry! As long as you understand this skill deeply enough, you can do it by slightly changing the intensity and order of the release of combat energy." Kaslo chuckled.
As Marcus's words fell, the originally quiet River City suddenly erupted with a bang. Countless residents walked out of their houses, and young men and women instantly filled the empty streets of River City.
"Come here! Maintain order!" Roland's pupils shrank. The sea of people in front of him reminded him of the horror of a stampede. If something happened, he would regret it!
"Yes! Sir!" Kaslo's expression also changed. Facing the surging crowd, even a knight would be paralyzed. Unless his strength has reached a qualitative change, he will still be trampled to death by ordinary people.
“Get in line!”
"Don't mess up!"
"Those who push others wantonly will be killed!" Kaslo said in a harsh voice as he looked at Wu Ya.
"Stop!" Several knights raised their sheathed swords and smashed them down on their heads and faces. As the saying goes, a stick can sweep away a large area. This is true. A rounded sheathed sword is much easier to grasp in the hands of a knight than a stick.
, as their hands tightened and tightened, the crowded crowds were quickly knocked to the ground.
"Quiet!" Kaslo directly drew out his long sword and with a "Cang!" sound, the crowd suddenly fell silent.
"Now leave the city in an orderly manner! You are Lagrand's people! You are not orcs who drink raw hair and drink blood!" Kaslo said angrily.
Sure enough, under the control of the knights and other soldiers, groups of Lagrand people lined up to leave the city in a decent manner. Although the queue was not neat, it was much better than the chaotic appearance just like chasing ducks.
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"Are you ready?" Roland looked at Lance solemnly and asked. It would be the biggest joke if there were not enough farm tools...
"No problem! King Roland! It's on us! You are the dwarf's best friend, and the dwarf will never let his friends down!" Before Lance could speak, a short figure appeared from behind him and took the hand.
Chatter.
"Kili?" Roland said in surprise. Unexpectedly, the dwarf leader who came to escort these farm tools turned out to be Thorin's nephew Kili! It seems that Oakenshield's classmate takes him very seriously.
"Hi! King Roland, I'm really happy to see you in good health! My uncle talks about you all day long. It seems that you are doing well!" Kili came to Roland and showed a friendly and sincere smile.
"It's okay, we are short of food, so we need to reclaim a lot of wasteland!" Roland sighed.
"We don't have enough time!" Qili frowned. After calculating the time, he found that there was not enough time. After all, the land needed to open up wasteland for Swiftliu City, which had raised thousands of people and had no savings, was gone.
"But I still have to thank you again! Thank you for your help! Otherwise I would have been very sad this year!" Roland sighed. He finally discovered that the probability of giving soldiers in this system is okay, but the probability of giving food...
It's terrible. It's impossible to expect the system to raise troops. This system, which I don't know how many times it is, is obviously a master who cares about killing and not burying! If you lose your soldiers, how can you raise them and ignore them! Roland has signed so many times and has not been released a few times.
Big food...
"By the way! How are the preparations for the plow?" Roland was obviously very concerned about whether the legendary Quyuan Plow was so magical.
"Ready!" The soldier below pointed to the racks mounted on the cart. It was obvious that those were curved shaft plows.
"By the way! Where are my cows? Where are my cows?" King Roland, who did not see the 50 cattle after scanning around, suddenly became relieved. If there were no cattle, Roland would have to bear the pain and fill them with war horses...
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"Yun Feng! Get out of here! Where's the cow I asked you to see?" Roland, who looked around and saw no cattle, cursed angrily, as if he was preparing to lift Yun Feng's ancestral grave.
"Your Highness...what's wrong?" Yun Feng popped up with sleepy eyes. It seemed that this guy stayed up late last night to do experiments and study alchemy again.
"What a bull for me! What a bull for me!" Roland was so angry that he jumped three feet high, rushed forward with lightning speed, grabbed Yun Feng's collar and shook him crazily.
"Where are the cows! Where are my cows? Where are the cows you took care of for me? If the cows are gone, will I use you to plow the land? Give me the cows to farm!" At this moment, King Roland was holding on to him like a shrew without any image.
Yun Feng fired wildly.
"Your Highness, calm down..." Yun Feng finally came to his senses after being manipulated by Roland, and he quickly opened his mouth to defend himself.
"Where are the oxen! Where are the oxen tied up by the city gate last night? There's such a big group of oxen! Where are my farm oxen!" Roland grabbed Yun Feng's destiny's collar and began to twist it crazily. Yun Feng was about to speak.
Feng was directly controlled by Roland's combo of moves...
"Whoa!" Yun Feng finally couldn't bear it and escaped from Roland's clutches with a flicker, appearing dozens of meters away.
"Ouch!" Yun Feng retched directly. Roland's wave of shaking just now was comparable to an earth-type forbidden curse earthquake for Yun Feng, but he was still placed at the epicenter. Who knows how sour it is...
"Damn it! How dare you run!" Roland suddenly got up and cast a spell to run away after losing the whole cow? Roland's fighting spirit suddenly surged and he almost used the skill to charge!
"Stop! Your Highness!" Yun Feng's face turned green when he saw Roland's holy fighting spirit gushing out from his body. Not to mention that wise men are not good at frontal combat. The key is that even if they are good at it, they dare not take action...
"It's not lost! Your cow is still there!" Yun Feng saw that Roland was getting ready to make a move again and quickly explained. If Roland was not given a reasonable explanation today, someone might have planned to let a sixth-level wise man pull the plow to plow the land himself.
"Where?" Roland asked with a dark face.
"I asked the light infantrymen to drive the cattle over in advance this morning, and asked them to clean up the wild beasts and other things around them. Seeing that you were busy, I didn't notify you." Yun Feng spoke quickly. If he didn't explain clearly, he would probably go and pull the animals. The plow has gone.
"Um..." It was Roland's turn to blush. Why was he so busy this morning... Ahem, he was indeed a little busy. In his dream, he was playing real mahjong with a girl from an island country...
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Yun Feng. I was a little anxious just now, didn't I hurt you?" Roland, who looked embarrassed when he thought of this, quickly moved forward to dust Yun Feng with his hands.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" Roland said hurriedly. After all, he was also responsible for this matter and did not investigate clearly beforehand. Fortunately, he did not hurt a certain baby.
"It's okay, it's okay! Your Highness is serious!" Yun Feng quickly stepped away. After the wave just now, he realized that his king was a real tiger! There was no problem in fighting across levels, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Ahem, cough, cough, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's hurry up and get busy. We still need to distribute farm tools to the people!" Roland quickly changed the topic abruptly.