Emperor of Arcane

Horal was a bandit and a noble's guard.

Most of the time, he can switch between the two identities freely.

Of course, Hollar is not the kind of maniac who kills without blinking an eye.

Most of the time when they were given orders from above, they just stood in line and followed the leader to charge and fight.

As long as the opponent gives up resistance, they will not kill more, and they will not reward them with a few silver coins anyway.

This time, Hollar instinctively felt something was wrong.

First, he waited for two or three hours in the reeds full of mosquitoes. The target was not there, but his body became lighter by two ounces.

There was a stinging pain on his neck, and Hollar swatted it away with quick eyes and hands.

"Pfft", there was a slight crisp sound, and he took a breath of cold air. Looking at the blood on his fingertips, he couldn't help but cursed secretly:

"In this damn place, sooner or later you're going to be sucked dry."

"Don't make a sound, or you'll get whipped later!"

The companion next to him hurriedly pulled him and looked around in a panic. He only saw that the other companions were scratching their heads and then relaxed slightly. He couldn't help but glare at him and whispered angrily:

"This time is different from the past. Our opponent is not simple!"

Nodding obediently, Hollar also knew who his opponent was this time.

The big moves made by the Thorn Caravan during this time have caused quite a stir in Blood Moon City.

Just when the two were about to continue chatting, a loud shout came out:

"Everyone gather, rest for 20 minutes, and then set off!"

Some astonished robbers emerged from the reeds one after another.

Many people complained that they had to wait in the reeds for two or three hours, suffering from the sun and mosquito bites.

If the target is not reached, then the mission is considered a failure.

But what's the result?

Do you want to start again now?

They were in dire straits, and it was inevitable that they would have some complaints in their hearts.

However, it was just words, and I didn't dare to have any thoughts of disobeying my superiors.

After all, robbers are real robbers!

…

Seeing the sky getting dark, Adam Smith, who had been busy all afternoon, took a long breath.

Looking at the wooden wall that was beginning to take shape, I couldn't help but secretly feel happy.

Fortunately, he communicated with the lord in time instead of choosing to make his own decisions.

Even though he saw the rapid changes every time he returned to the Gulf Territory, he still had no clear understanding of the speed of construction in the Gulf Territory.

Until now!

In just one afternoon.

50 barbarian soldiers, 500 kobolds, and 20 clay golems.

It only took 4 hours to build a wooden fence with a circumference of 400 meters, a height of 4 meters and a thickness of 2 meters.

Especially at the four corners, 6-meter-high sentry towers were built.

After the eight crossbows were mounted, a sincere sense of security came to Adam Smith's heart.

He subconsciously lowered his head and carefully looked at the kobolds drilling in the potholes, with endless emotions in his heart.

"Only the Lord can control kobolds to work and train them so efficiently."

The future will definitely be very beautiful!

Seeing that the peripheral fortifications had been initially built, Matthew nodded to Adam Smith and asked him to arrange for everyone to enter the camp.

The first people to enter the camp were a large number of refugees.

One by one, kobolds carrying tools poked their heads out of the underground holes, and then quickly retreated.

The scene in front of them gave them a considerable impact!

Before they could react, Captain Mellen greeted:

"Category the carriages according to their numbers, drag them to their respective camping sites, and pitch their tents. Remember to pitch your tents within the prescribed range."

"Don't worry about these kobolds. They obey the Lord's orders and are Lord Yaya's loyal and reliable servants!"

"Actually, if you have enough contact with them, you will know how "good" they are."

"But remember, don't try to bully them, otherwise you will be deprived of the qualification to join the Gulf Territory!"

"..."

Amid Captain Mellen's greeting, the refugees were quite surprised to see the kobolds working hard again.

They couldn't help but feel deep awe towards the Lord, whom they had never met before.

Powerful and mysterious, it is the best help for a lord to command his people!

Carriages were pushed onto the flat ground.

The refugees who had received nearly 10 days of training and two days of practice also began to get busy.

They first took out the insect repellent powder on the carriage, spread it several times along the ground where the tent was to be set up, and then cleaned up some weeds that had not been eradicated.

Tents were quickly set up one after another, and soon the entire inside of the hillside was occupied.

When all the carriages were pushed into the camp.

The adventurers who were on guard outside also received news of the retreat.

But at this moment, fierce shouts of killing suddenly came from the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a loud arrow soared into the sky, bursting with dazzling firelight in the sky.

It is the emergency flare that Adam Smith gave to adventurers!

Matthew turned his head and looked, and saw nearly a thousand enemies emerging from the reeds in the east.

The reason why Matthew recognized them as enemies at a glance was because they were chasing the adventurers.

Fortunately, these adventurers were experienced and had already retreated before they could get closer.

It was obvious that the adventure of fighting the trolls in the dark forest had made them sharper.

This allowed them to detect the enemy immediately and retreat in time.

Adam Smith, who rushed up to the wall, saw the enemy's figure. His originally high-spirited heart was relieved, and he cursed uncharacteristically:

"There really are some blind bitches who dare to take advantage of us."

After venting his anger, Adam Smith quickly regained his composure and arranged his manpower in an orderly manner:

"Notify all refugees that they must hide in their tents and are not allowed to come out unless we issue an order again. Anyone who disobeys will be shot!"

"Arrange cart drivers to unload the goods of carriages No. 20 to 40, distribute equipment to those who have received training, and quickly form a garrison team."

"Assign 4 soldiers to each sentry tower. Remember to bring crossbows and arrows."

"Leave people on the other three sides under observation and pay attention to any suspicious movements."

"Inform the retreating adventurers and ask them to mainly defend the other three walls, leaving the front to ourselves."

"Issue an emergency reward order and reward 1 gold coin for every enemy killed!"

Various orders were issued quickly, and the experienced members of the Thorn Caravan immediately got busy.

The restlessness in the camp gradually subsided, as if it had found a backbone. There was a little panic in the rush, but it still stabilized.

Just as Adam Smith was commanding the soldiers and transporting various defensive supplies.

Three or four dark figures were approaching him as fast as lightning. The cold light reflected by the weapons was full of determination to kill him!

See the decapitation tactic again!

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