"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, shouted angrily with his hands on his hips. His voice was enhanced by special combat skills and was instantly heard in the small room. Echoes in Swift Current City!
"Oh! Hedong lion's roar?" Roland was shaken slightly by this sound wave visible to the naked eye, and then looked horrified. Is it so unscientific? If you stand in front of him, you won't be yelled to death? But Roland then thought about it and thought that Middle-earth was not a scientific world to begin with. Firearms were awesome, right? Awesome! However, the fire mage in Middle-earth can sense and control the free fire elements in nature from 10,000 meters away. As long as one fire element... he died 10,000 meters away. This is just the basic operation of a magic apprentice. Although their effective attack radius is only a few hundred meters, their powerful mental power is enough to allow them to control elements ten thousand meters away with just a trace... So this is why Roland doesn't want to climb the modern technology tree after time travel, unless you start. It’s just mushroom bombs, but you also have to consider that professionals in Middle-earth have countless ways to resist mushroom bomb attacks. Just tear up the space and throw mushroom bombs in. Almost all sixth-level professionals of various professions can withstand mushroom bombs. Fighting, for them, the mushroom bomb is just a slightly brighter firework.
"Haha, this is just a special release of the combat skill - war 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 finished speaking, the originally silent City of Rapids erupted with a loud bang. Countless residents walked out of their houses, and young men and women instantly filled the empty streets of Rapid 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. Even a knight would be paralyzed in the face of the surging crowd. 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! Behead!" Kasluo looked at Wu Ya and said harshly.
"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. The rounded sheathed sword is much easier to grasp in the hands of knights than a stick. , as their hands tightened and tightened, the crowded crowds were quickly knocked to the ground.
"Quiet!" Kaslo 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 half-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! We'll take care of it! You are the dwarf's best friend, and the dwarf will never let his friends down!" Before Lance could speak, a short figure flashed out 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-san takes himself 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. He calculated the time and found that he didn't have 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 so miserable that it's impossible to expect the system to raise troops. This system, who knows how many hands it has, is obviously a master who cares about killing and not burying! If you lose your troops, you won't care how to raise it! Roland has signed in so many times and has never delivered a large amount of 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.
"That's right! Where are my cows? Where are my cows?" King Roland suddenly felt relieved after looking around and not seeing the 50 cattle. If there were no cattle, Roland would have to bear the pain and fill them with war horses... …
"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? Why don't I plow the cows!" 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...
"Whoa!" Yun Feng finally couldn't bear it and escaped from Roland's clutches with a flicker and appeared dozens of meters away.
"Ouch!" Yun Feng retched directly. Roland's wave of shaking just now was like an earth-type forbidden curse earthquake to Yun Feng, but he was still placed at the epicenter. Who knows how sour it is...
