"Huh? It seems that I have another way to get soldiers!" Roland pondered for a moment, and finally realized that he actually has a system mall! But the things there are a bit expensive... so Roland almost never goes there.
Look at that thing, after all, you can’t afford to just look at it.
"Check the mall!" Roland quietly ordered the system.
"Wow!" A curtain of light that only Roland could see unfolded in front of his eyes.
"What the hell! They're all good things!" Roland's dissatisfied tears were about to flow from his mouth.
"Product 3: Time and Space Destruction Forbidden Curse Scroll: Level: Great Forbidden Curse! Use at this time: 2. Quantity: 1. Price: 1 million wealth value."
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"Emm, these are really good things! But look at what I, a pauper with only 400,000 yuan worth of wealth, can buy?" Roland suddenly understood the feeling of being stumped by a hundred million cents to a heroic man.
"Product 12: Semi-disabled Fleet Infantry Legion! Introduction: This was originally a fully-staffed Fleet Infantry Legion, but after encountering various natural and man-made disasters, there are currently only 1,500 Fleet Infantry in the force. Discounted price: 30
Worth a million dollars!"
"Should I wipe it? You have calculated the system, right? Use my balance to set the price!" Roland's face suddenly turned green, and then he calculated it carefully...
"Damn! 200 wealth is worth a soldier! Are you robbing the money?" Roland quickly said to Peter Grot that he was not taking good care of him, ran back to the tent alone, and started arguing with the system.
"I remember that a professional soldier used to be worth 5 wealth, right?" Roland vaguely remembered the previous price.
"Do you want love? Don't you know about inflation now?" A cold voice finally came from the system.
"You are trying to make a huge fortune out of the country!" Roland suddenly had a deeper understanding of the shameless lower limit of the system.
"..." The system has installed a dead dog.
"Oh! I bought it!" Roland thought of Marcus, the fourth-level commander under him, and suddenly his heart pounded the table and he bought it with a wave of his hand.
"Brush~" The wealth value on the system interface shrank rapidly, and soon only 100,000 wealth values were left.
"Forget it! I can't bear it because of these life-saving troops!" Roland sighed. Even if these 1,500 people were recruited light infantry, Roland would buy them. Roland is too short of soldiers now! 1,500 soldiers are enough for Roland to run the entire operation.
There's a war.
"Marcus should be very happy!" Roland thought in his mind. After all, Marcus, the defense officer of Lagrand City, used to be known as an iron wall. His understanding and command of infantry are simply an art. With this ability,
After joining the infantry regiment, he should be able to give full play to his advantages. Roland estimated that it would be impossible to go out and fight the orcs in the field. It is estimated that the war in the south will be mainly urban offensive and defensive warfare.
Roland got up and went to a corner of the tent. There was a simple sand table centered on Rapid City. On it, you could clearly see the terrain direction, mountain heights and other things that cannot be expressed on a map. Roland looked at Changhu Lake standing there.
The two cities at the entrance have no confidence at all for the coming war.
"I have found all the allies I can find and summoned all the soldiers I can. I can't win this fight..." Roland rubbed his brows.
"Sir! Knight Peter has left." Castro opened the door curtain and walked in.
"Well, we still need his presence over there." Roland waved his hand and didn't care.
"Sir, I didn't expect that you actually have a scroll of forbidden spells! Then why didn't you use it at the beginning? I just saw Mr. Radil sitting at home muttering with a dark face." Kasluo asked curiously, then he thought about it.
Thinking of Radil's look of doubting whether he would be kind to others in life, he suddenly laughed.
"Um, that thing has been kept at the bottom of the box for too long. I just dug it out this time. I forgot about it when I first got it." Roland said quickly.
"Well, that's right. After all, there are a lot of things passed down from generation to generation, and it's not easy to find them." Kaslo automatically filled in the picture.
"..." Roland's mouth twitched when he heard it, and it was inherited! It was all given by that heartless system, and it makes me cry just talking about it! Roland signed in and signed out Durex... What is the use of this set? Or is it?
Uneasy! Still melancholy... (Ahem! It's a conspiracy.)
"By the way, are you feeling better?" Roland asked with concern. After all, the third-level knight Kaslo had a head-to-head fight with his fifth-level general. If not for Verve's explosion under the guidance of Manicati,
After planting, there will be nothing left about Roland, the flying dragon knight. Everyone should be holding garlands and standing in front of his tombstone to mourn deeply.
"It's fine now! Just rest for a day and you'll be fine. It's a minor injury!" Kaslo said nonchalantly.
Roland looked envious. He was indeed someone who had signed a contract with the Dragon Clan. His recovery ability was similar to that of the Dragon Clan.
"King Roland! Huh? Castro? Are you there too?" Vervay poked his head in from outside the tent and was very surprised when he saw Castro. Did the injury heal so quickly?
"Well, hello, Mr. Verway, my injury is no longer a problem." Kasluo showed respect. In front of him was not only a sixth-level boss, but most importantly, a future Elf King!
"What's the matter? Your Excellency Verve?" Roland still addressed him as Your Excellency. After all, Verve had not yet put on the crown and founded the country, so he could not be called a king.
"Come here to see you! By the way, I want to thank you for your help to me." Verve said gratefully. If it weren't for the elf holy sword Manicati that Roland gave him, he would have been completely cold this time.
"It's okay, didn't you save Caslo's life?" Roland didn't care. Manicati was just a decoration in his hand, but he really didn't expect that this thing could actually give birth to an Elf King! Sure enough, it didn't.
Fortunately, the Sword of Fire among the Elven Holy Swords actually forcibly transformed the attributes of the holder and strengthened the level.
"But I still want to thank you." Vervay bowed deeply.
"You're welcome. I hope that helping you can help ourselves." Roland waved his hand.
"By the way, what are you going to do when you come down?" Roland was very curious about the whereabouts of the grassland elves. After all, Verwei was already at level six, and there was no one who could protect them anywhere. Moreover, there were only a few people in the grassland, so he could easily avoid the orcs, no matter what.
Whether they go west over the Misty Mountains or go north through the Gray Mountains, Verway is now capable of taking them all the way! This is the intimidating power of a sixth-level professional.
"If you want to take your people away, the orcs won't be able to keep you." Seeing Verve's silence, Roland said. In the past, the grassland elves were not strong enough and Roland lured Bo Zhuangding. Now the grassland elves have undergone earth-shaking changes.
With a small number of people, they can be well taken care of by Verve. Even if Azog and Bolger have cerebral palsy, they will not use their own hands to create a quasi-elf king. That is no longer a problem of mental retardation...
"I plan to stay and help you!" Verve, who had finally been silent for half a minute, said. The prairie elves are not a group that is ungrateful. On the contrary, they are happy with grudges. Their sexy, strong and straightforward nature is different from other elves.
"Then welcome! If this battle is over and we are all still alive... I will watch you be crowned the Elf King of the Prairie." Roland raised his head and looked at him with a sincere smile. The friendship between kings is very simple, isn't it?