"In addition to asking Boris for help, I have to prepare for a second try!"
She sent a messenger to ask for help just for peace of mind. Nalant had a hunch that there was a high probability that she would not be able to wait until Boris came for help.
After all, according to one of the guards, they deliberately followed the barbarians slowly and slowly, so as to avoid other accidents in the process.
And this distance is only one day's journey at most, so the barbarians chasing after them will enter the Storm Territory tomorrow at the latest. During that time, my messenger is probably still on the way.
"Why is it so difficult to be a lord safely? Brother Glory, you can't do this!"
Next, Nalant meditated hard in the castle, trying to see if any of the famous ancient battles in his past life memories could help him get through today's level.
But unfortunately, the ancient battles he learned about in his previous life were either from novels or variety shows.
People just do it for entertainment. Many times it is okay to listen to it as a story. If you really want to learn, you will definitely be completely blind, just like watching Water Margin or The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
"Does the thirty-sixth stratagem have to be the best one?" To be honest, Nalant was really jealous of the reward for this mission. It was just that he was jealous, so he had to have his life.
When the barbarians find out tomorrow that the three kidnapped barbarian children are dead based on their traces, I am afraid that these barbarians will immediately wreak havoc in the Storm Territory.
A battle between hundreds of barbarians cannot be underestimated. There is no cavalry cover in the open space. Even if the number of guards is twice that of the barbarians, there is a high probability that they will only be crushed.
And he now only has twenty guards.
Finally, Narant set himself a deadline.
If you still can't think of a countermeasure by the time it gets dark, then just be prepared to escape...well...be prepared to make a strategic move.
Now that he has absolute authority over the territory, it should be feasible to arrange for the serfs to leave in an orderly manner for a few days to avoid the limelight.
Of course, the consequences of doing so are also unknown. For example, if you fail to complete system tasks, will you be punished?
For example, will his reputation and authority be affected afterwards?
Whether in the eyes of the people or other nobles, it would be absolutely shameful for a lord to be unable to defend his own territory.
"Sir!" Just as Nalant's thoughts were wandering, the door of the hall was suddenly knocked open, and Thomas walked in carefully.
"anything?"
"My lord, Kenby Cowdung is asking to see you outside the castle!"
"What's he doing here? Let him come in!" Now that salt boiling and fishing are on the right track, even three-color eggs can be picked up at night, so Nalant no longer needs to worry about Doom Village. For Kenbi... The arrival of cow dung was still a bit strange to Narant.
Soon, Kenby Cowdung was led to the hall by the servant.
"I have seen the great and wise lord!" Kenby Cowdung's dark face was filled with a flattering smile. It was obvious that he was here to flatter him again this time.
"Kenby Cowdung, what's the business of coming to the castle?" Nalant was worried about the safety of his territory, but he had no intention of feeling flattered by Kenby Cowdung.
"Sir, this morning the villagers who were boiling salt at the beach found a piece of dragon...dragon's saliva. This piece of 'dragon's saliva' happened to be by the reef. There was no fish-man or sea monster nearby, so I brought it over as soon as I picked it up. The castle!"
Kenbi Cow Dung noticed that his lord was in a bad mood today, and did not dare to delay any longer. He immediately took out a gray-white object the size of a fist from his arms, and then carefully presented it.
"Oh? Is there ambergris again?" Nalant ignored the words 'dragon's saliva' and took the ambergris with a little joy in his heart.
The appearance of this piece of ambergris proved that his previous idea was correct. As long as the sperm whales did not leave, ambergris would continue to wash ashore.
"Kenbi Cowdung, you did a good job, go and get four pieces of brown sugar, black flour and white, two pieces for yourself and two pieces for the villagers who found ambergris!"
"Yes, sir, thank you Lord for your generosity!" Kenby Cowdung was delighted. Since he last tasted the delicious brown sugar and black bread, he has been thinking about it every day these days.
That's why the ambergris was delivered to the castle as quickly as possible today.
Soon, Kenby Cowdung was taken down by the servant, ready to find Thomas to receive the reward.
After Kembi Cowdung left, Nalant stared at the ambergris on the table and began to think about strategies to deal with the barbarians.
"Hey! Wait!" Suddenly, Nalant's eyes lit up when he looked at Ambergris.
"Although I can't beat the barbarians, don't I still have a group of people in my territory who can? When the time comes, I will lure the barbarians to the beach and let them beat their brains out! Isn't this another advantage for me? "
Nalantfu thought deeply and came up with a strategy that had a high probability of solving the territorial crisis.
"In addition, in order to prevent the fish-men and sea monsters from taking advantage of the situation and running away if they can't fight, I also need to find a way to weaken the barbarians' combat effectiveness."
"The best way to weaken the fighting power of barbarians is to let them eat flying fish, a natural laxative."
Already having a clue, the next steps suddenly emerged from Nalant's mind.
He associated it with the whale from the ambergris, and from the whale to the flying fish, and finally to the murloc sea monster that occupied a large part of his beach.
The murlocs and sea monsters are like cowhide, leaving Nalant with a large beach but unable to use it. Therefore, if they can make a fool of themselves with the barbarians, it can be considered a waste.
"Come here!" Thinking of this, Nalant immediately stood up and greeted outside the door.
"Sir, what are your orders?" A newly promoted male servant responded immediately.
"Go and call that Kenbi Cowdung just now. I have something to talk to him about!"
"Yes, sir!"
The servant who heard this hurriedly ran out of the corridor, and Narante himself walked out of the hall.
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"Sir, do you have anything to tell me?" After receiving the brown sugar and black bread, Kenby Cow Dung happily walked to the front courtyard of the castle and was stopped by a servant.
When he saw Nalant arriving, he immediately asked cautiously.
"Kenby Cowdung, I remember last time you said you could swim?"
"Yes, sir!" Kenbi replied honestly!
"Very good, just wait a moment and come with me to the Village of Doom later!"
Afterwards, Nalant summoned a group of Vivian's guards and led everyone straight to the Village of Doom.
Arriving at the village of Doom, Nalant ordered Kenbi Cow Dung to find ten strong villagers and start building simple rafts out of logs.
In addition, several clever girls in the village were found to weave a dense network with strings brought from the castle.
As the sun sets, the fishing nets and rafts are finally built.
"Sir, why don't you let the younger one go! It's too dangerous for you to go!" Kenbi Cowdung stepped on the raft. When he saw that Nalant was actually preparing to go to sea with him in person, he couldn't help but persuade him.
"Don't be nagging! Your lord, I can also swim. It's getting dark soon! We have to catch the fish before it gets dark!" I had already experienced Vivian's dissuasion just now, and at this time I heard Kenby Cow Dung's words After hearing these words, Nalant immediately became serious.
If it weren't for the importance of flying fish, he really wouldn't want to go out to sea on this simple raft.
"Yes, sir!" Kenbi Cowdung shrank his neck and did not dare to say any more, and began to paddle hard with the oar.
Vivian and the other guards watched nervously as the raft left the shore.
