"Distribute in order! Advance in an orderly manner!" Roland said to Lance.
"Yes! Your Highness!" Lance nodded and said seriously.
"Yun Feng! Go and escort these plows to the cattle, and let the people accompanying them put them on the cattle!" Roland turned to the wise man Yun Feng who was far away from him.
"Okay, Your Highness!" Yun Feng ran away as soon as he heard the order. Judging from his flashing movements, this guy clearly ran away with a flash. Looking at his eager look, Roland was as terrifying as a savage beast. …
"Fuck! He ran so fast!" Roland's eyes widened, and his understanding of someone reached a new level.
"Good day, Your Highness!" A group of soldiers dressed in exquisite mail armor lined up in front of Roland. Roland took a closer look and recognized that they were the ridiculously low-presence Rangers of Lordaeron.
"No gift!" Roland, who was riding on his war horse, nodded and looked carefully at this group of familiar yet unfamiliar Lordaeron rangers.
Rangers of Lordaeron are generally over 175cm tall. They wear a stainless steel disc helmet on their brown hair, and wear a linen robe embroidered with the Lion of Lordaeron totem. The iron locks can be seen from the cuffs. It can be seen that they are wearing close-fitting mail armor with fine iron rings, wearing shiny deerskin boots on their feet, carrying a 1.5-meter-long stainless steel sword slung on their backs, and holding a mithril and mithril in their hands. A composite short bow made of a mixture of yew wood. A forearm-long Zheng-shaped stainless steel arm shield hangs on the right arm. Two quivers holding 25 arrows each are slung on the waist. A faint light shines from the boot cuffs. It seems that they should have a dagger or short sword hidden in their boots. Generally speaking, it can be regarded as armed to the teeth.
Roland nodded secretly. The equipment of the Lordaeron rangers was definitely excellent, but compared with the Battanian shooters, it instantly lost its color. After all, who has the greater advantage between a light-armored shooter unit and a heavy-armored shooter unit? obvious. However, the Rangers of Lordaeron are not useless. After all, their short bows are still able to move between the jungle and the city with ease! In complex terrain, the Rangers of Lordaeron will use the sword in their hands to tell any enemy they face that this is a wrong and fatal choice!
"Please protect the civilians! Don't let any monsters and orcs you see rely on the civilians!" Roland's voice was slow and majestic.
"Yes! My king!" All the Lordaeron rangers knelt on one knee to show respect.
"Go!" Roland waved his riding crop.
"Hoo~ho! Your Highness Roland!" came a crisp voice.
Roland looked up and saw a beautiful priest and several priests running after him.
"Ivy? Why are you here?" Roland asked in confusion. It seems that he didn't let the priest follow him to work! It would be great if these thin-skinned and tender spellcasters could take care of themselves. It would be better if they could plow the fields for themselves first.
"Your Highness, there are a lot of people traveling this time, so it would be better for us to follow them. We can help out if anything happens." Ivy smiled.
"Well..." Roland choked, and immediately felt that what she said made sense. After all, there were more people and more variables. If there was an emergency, it could be dealt with on the spot.
"Okay, follow the team and don't get lost!" Roland nodded, indicating that he allowed Ivy and the others to accompany them.
"Caslow!" Roland raised his head and shouted.
"Sir! I'm here!" Kaslo, who was directing the flow of people in the distance, heard Roland's call and left and went against the flow of people to Roland's side.
"Sir, are you okay?" Kaslo wiped the sweat that had gathered on his cheeks due to his busy schedule.
"Arrange some soldiers to follow Pastor Ivy and the others! Pay attention to protect the caster!" Roland whispered. Although the possibility of accidents is very low, precautions must be taken.
