This is not unrelated to the barren land of Manyu Army. It is in a state of drought for most of the year, and the Gobi desert has severely transformed the land. There is neither the fertile land of the Asia Minor plains occupied by the Lancelot royal family nor the Kingsley family.
Due to the rich and diverse mineral resources in the territory, we can only find another shortcut and focus on human trafficking.
At this point, Manyu Military Leader has a unique geographical advantage. To the north is the Odin Grassland separated by a mountain, and to the east is the Andis Mountains. Both the Odin orcs and the Andis mountain people are of the highest quality.
Slaves, Andis mountain people are more popular than Odin orcs who can only be trained as gladiators and miners.
Whether it is farming, mining, or handicrafts, they can do it. Those with excellent physiques are also a good choice to be trained as gladiators. Although they are not as brutal and bloody as the Odin orcs in the gladiatorial arena, they are not as brutal and bloody as the Odin orcs, but their agility and intelligence are good.
It is also something that the other party cannot possess.
The Andis mountain people either don't produce excellent gladiators. Once they do, the possibility of reaching the top is often very high. This is recognized in the gladiatorial industry.
In the past thirty years, Solo City has been on the fast track of development. Among them, the supreme ruler of the contemporary Manyu Army, Duke Borg Slav of Faerun, has a brilliant strategy.
Industry support plays the most critical role.
Before Duke Borg ascended the throne, the gladiatorial industry was only a reserved industry for the military leaders of Manyu. It had a certain scale, but it could not be said to be popular.
After he came to power, he strongly encouraged the style of gladiatorial combat, and spent a huge sum of money and ten years to build the largest gladiatorial arena on the Ashan continent, which could accommodate nearly 100,000 people to watch the gladiatorial fights.
The world-famous first gladiatorial competition was held here, with a reward of up to 100,000 Byron gold coins, and the highest honor of the king of gladiatorial games.
Many successful and successful champion knights were moved, and several participated in the name of free gladiators regardless of their status. This was an unheard of thing and completely detonated the gladiatorial competition.
Countless lords and nobles traveled thousands of miles to Solo City to see the prosperous times, creating a precedent for special industries to drive tourism.
Since then, the gladiatorial competition held every three years has become the biggest event in Sauron City. At that time, the entire Byron Alliance's adventurous and bloody lords and nobles will gather here to participate in the grand event.
Bastille also played an important role in this matter.
Comparing Commander Manyu to a giant, there is no doubt that Solo City is the heart of this giant, and the Bastille is one of the giant's arteries, continuously delivering nutrients to it.
Now that this artery has been cut off, the news brought by Fox Kleist even alarmed Duke Borg, the supreme ruler of the Manyu Army.
Kleist's abandonment of the city and his escape does not mean that he is cowardly, but that he cherishes his life and made the most self-interested choice. In fact, when it comes to his own interests, he has always been very courageous.
After abandoning the city and fleeing, Kleist did not flee hastily. Instead, he wandered outside the city, returned to the Bastille, and stayed there for three days.
It was not until the fourth day that he straightened up his clothes and set foot on the road to take over Solo City. After three days of observing the enemies in the Bastille, he could 100% conclude that there was no chance of Old Bolton turning over.
It's not an opponent of the same magnitude at all.
With this inference, Kleist changed his identity. He was no longer a defender who abandoned the city and fled, but a lobbyist seeking help. As soon as he entered the city, he became a guest of the Duke's Palace.
As for Old Bolton's sons in Solo City, he has never seen any of them. They are just a bunch of idiots. Without Old Bolton, they are nothing.
According to the domineering temper shown by the Duke of Borg in recent years, even if the Bastille is recaptured, it can only be in the hands of the Phelan family and will never be handed over to outsiders.
Borg's stature is very large, especially after middle age. After he no longer charges into battle like he did when he was young, even if he maintains a certain amount of swordsmanship practice every day, there is still no way to prevent the lateral development of his body.
Sitting high on the throne, he looked like a mountain of flesh. This had become an inevitable pattern for the Feren family. His father, his grandfather, his great-grandfather...
Anyone who can live for more than forty years will look like this, and it is directly proportional to the lifespan. The longer he lives, the bigger his body will be. Borg's body size is already ranked among the top three in the historical records of the Phelan family.
Surpassing his great-great-grandfather and becoming the number one in the Faerun family, whether in terms of size or achievements, has always been one of Borg's greatest pursuits in his life.
If you think Borg is ugly, you are totally wrong. Even though his figure has changed into this, his appearance is still upright. Whether it is his beard or hair, he is meticulously cared for, and he looks like a king.
When he was young, he was one of the most handsome men in the Manyu Army. The ladies and girls admired him and spent a romantic night with him as their biggest talking point.
Someone once joked that Borg's greatest achievement was not the complete solution to the mountain people's disaster led by Manyu's army, but the illegitimate children all over the continent. If there were direct female members of the previous generation of the Lancelot royal family, maybe Borg could rely on his
With his own appearance, he completes the true unification of the Byron Alliance.
After a long period of contemplation, Berg finally remembered that there was still someone waiting for his reply, and sent Kleist away with just one sentence.
This made the fox, who had been holding back his words, go crazy with depression. If he didn't even have a chance to speak, how could he use this incident as a promotion ladder to become a distinguished guest of the Duke's Palace, and then become a bachelor of the Manyu Army?
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Could it be that he was a step too late and Duke Borg had already obtained the latest news about Bastille? Or had this old fox lost interest in Bastille?
Fox Kleist's speculations were worried about gains and losses, but he rejected them one by one. During the three days he stayed in the Bastille, many Bastille soldiers did escape, but they were all big-headed soldiers.
I don't have much knowledge. It's a problem whether I can find the leader in which direction, let alone go to Solo City to report the news and receive the reward as soon as possible.
What's more, many mountain hunters chased them out of the Bastille. He encountered several groups on the way to the capital, and there were quite a few Bastille soldiers lying dead on the roadside. Even if the news he brought was not first-hand,
, but definitely the most comprehensive.
As for Borg losing interest in Bastille, that is even more impossible. If Solo City wants to maintain its current prosperity, the continuous transportation of mountain slaves from Bastille is indispensable. Once the supply is cut off,
The slave industry in Solo City will be severely impacted.
The gladiatorial industry will not have much impact in the short term, but it will definitely be affected in the long run. What's more, Bastille itself is also a famous cash cow. Unless Borg completely becomes an old fool, he will never give up here.
"Sir Kleist, Sir Kleist, please stay." A young waiter quickly caught up.
Could it be that Duke Borg suddenly figured it out? Fox Kleist was refreshed, but with perfect reserve on his face, "You are?"
The young waiter performed an impeccable etiquette, showing off the style of the Duke's Palace. He smiled and said: "I am just an ordinary waiter in the Duke's Palace. My name is not worth remembering by Sir. I just invited Sir on behalf of my master."
Let’s go to the side hall and talk, my master has heard about Sir Sir for a long time, I believe we can have many common topics.”
"Who is your master?"
"His Excellency Baron Patram."
"Please thank His Excellency the Baron for your invitation on my behalf. It's just that I have important things to do now and I can't be distracted. I will definitely visit you in person when I get back. I also hope that Your Excellency the Baron will not turn me away."
Fox Kleist showed a perfect and impeccable smile. Not to mention being the second heir of the Phelan family, even if he was invited by Philip, the first heir, he would refuse immediately.
This kind of family dispute is not something that his little arms and legs, who have just arrived, can participate in. What's more, Duke Borg has a ruddy face and a long breath. Apart from being too fat, there is nothing wrong with him. There is no problem in living for ten or eight years. Hold tight.
This thick thigh is the most important thing at the moment. A wise man would not do anything small to make a big loss.
After saying that, Fox Kleist did not give the young waiter a chance to speak again, and quickly left the Duke's Mansion at a speed that even many regular knights could not catch up with.
When the young waiter brought the news back, the gloomy young man who was 50% or 60% similar to Bartley was so angry that he smashed his beloved coffee cup into pieces on the spot.
"Who is he? He dares to refuse my invitation. Believe it or not, I will prevent him from seeing the sun tomorrow!"
"Sir, please calm down." The young waiter was obviously not as humble as he thought. He was just an ordinary waiter, at least not in front of Baron Patram, the second heir of the Phelan family. "It is precisely because of this that this person is worth it."
Master, please try your best to make friends."
"How to say it?"
"If the other party follows you rashly, it means that the other party is just a countryman with no political vision. Apart from the news he brings, he is of no use at all."
The young waiter talking eloquently now looked more like a wise man who was well-read in classics than a servant who couldn't read a word.
"Judging from the other party's reaction, he knows the name of the master and the meaning behind it. He is afraid of getting involved in the affairs of the Duke's family and thus affecting his career. This is the sign of a smart person."
"You mean, sir, I'm a big trouble?" Patram was a little embarrassed and glared at the young waiter fiercely, as if if you don't give me a perfect explanation, I will make you look good.
The young waiter spread his hands and said: "The battle for the heir of a military leader is a big trouble for the lords and nobles, not to mention the ordinary people. Especially the master is still the second in line to succeed. There are many people ahead of him.
It is normal for a brother who is as dazzling as the morning sun not to be favored by others."
"Even you said that." Patlem slumped down on the chair like a deflated ball, waving his hands and saying, "In this case, let's not fight, pack up, and go back to the deserted place with only a few people tomorrow.