Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

A month later, the person he had been waiting for returned.

"My Lord, after my comparison, I have roughly understood the markings on this map." Kyle walked to the desk, unfolded the sheepskin map, and said excitedly.

"This triangle symbol represents that the map scale of this area is 1:10,000."

"The map scale of the square area is 1:1,000."

"The place marked with a five-pointed star looks like a mountain, but it actually represents a plain."

Listening to Kyle's words, Weilin's mind was a little confused.

It's not that he didn't explain it clearly, but these symbols were too hard to believe.

"The place represented by this broken sword is not a river, but a passage hidden underground."

"This bold road, although it represents a road, is also in the triangle symbol area, but the ratio it represents is not 1:10,000, but 1:20,000."

"And this place, marked with the symbol of a treasure chest, ultimately represents a stone mountain, but there is a hammer symbol below, the hammer handle points to the northwest, but the real resource point is 60 kilometers southeast."

"Wait, let me be quiet."

Wei Lin rubbed his temples and stared at the sheepskin map, becoming more and more confused.

However, he had to admire the wisdom of the dwarf Marquis Darrag.

In comparison, Kyle's wisdom is beyond reach.

In less than a month, based on actual investigations, 90% of the information on this map was interpreted.

"Come on, my great hero, sit down and rest first."

Wei Lin pushed Kyle to his seat, took out the tea he had brought from his uncle, and poured it for Kyle himself.

Kyle did not refuse and slowly tasted the tea in his hand.

"My Lord, there are more than 200 resource points on this map. How do you plan to deal with them?"

"There are too many resource points. We don't have much time to mine them. It will not take more than two years at most." Weilin thought for a while and said to Kyle, "My idea is to share them equally. Give a quarter to Commander Bulborn, Lord Madmonchi and my third uncle Bamond, and another quarter to the other four legion commanders. The remaining half will be left for the nobles, and the rest will be eaten by ourselves."

"As for the manpower for mining, it is easy to solve. If the plan goes well, we will not lack qualified miners. If not, we will take less and subcontract it to other legions. We can collect part of the profit."

According to the current time, the trade between the centaurs and the dwarves has been interrupted, but the fight with the gray goblins is still going on, and weapons are definitely needed.

In the original plan, Weilin planned to sell the dwarf weapons seized on the battlefield to make some extra money. Now with the change of plan, he has set his sights on the gray goblins.

The premise is that the centaurs take the bait and actively come to him for trade. If that doesn't work, then the second plan is to outsource it to other legions and collect part of the profits.

However, Weilin decided to wait for half a month. After half a month, there was no movement, so he started to act.

...

In the gathering place of gray goblins, an area called Black Kiln Mountain, there are more than 65,000 tents densely distributed.

In a large tent, the Khan of the Twilight Hammer Clan, one of the branches of the thirteen clans of the Centaurs, the Khan of the Burihan Clan, the chief of the Centaurs Tribe Union, Rodis Twilight Hammer, played with the token in his hand, and it was difficult to make up his mind.

Three hundred thousand human troops occupied the northern part of their gathering place, killed tens of thousands of centaurs, and more than 100,000 centaurs were forced to migrate to the southwest, forming a chain reaction. More and more tribesmen migrated to the southwest, increasing their food supply problems.

In addition, the war between them and the gray goblins was at its most critical moment. The speed of weapon depletion was accelerating. The stock of weapons exchanged from the dwarves was exhausted. They had to continue to replenish weapons, otherwise they would definitely lose this war.

However, the "reputation" of human cunning and cunning made Rodis suspect that this was a trap.

Although the dwarves were sometimes capricious and liked to take advantage of the situation, the traded items were real and there was no deception at all.

"Khan, Chief Surilon wants to see you."

A voice came from outside the tent, interrupting Rodis's thinking.

"Let him in."

The curtain was lifted, and a gold-level centaur archer entered the big tent, crossed his hands, placed them on his chest, and saluted Rodis: "Great Chief."

"Surilun, what do you want to talk to me about." Rodis propped up his horse's legs, stood up on four horse legs, looked straight at the centaur archer, and asked in a deep voice.

"Captain, according to my warriors' report, a large number of gray goblins gathered 200 kilometers west of Black Kiln Mountain, with a number of no less than 200,000."

"This damn group of worms, even after killing so many, there are still such a large number." Rodis showed an angry expression on his face, feeling a little powerless.

In their heyday, the centaurs had a population of only more than 500,000. After the bloody massacre by the dwarves, there were only about 360,000 left.

In order to compete for living space, he summoned all the centaurs, gathered an army of 130,000, and went south to attack the gray goblins to seize the land for survival.

Unfortunately, he missed the number of gray goblins. This group of lowly creatures like worms has a population more than ten times that of their heyday, and the racial population exceeds 5 million.

Although his warriors have a high lower limit, they can't withstand the consumption of this group of gray goblins.

"How many people are there in the camp?" Rodis suppressed his anger and asked.

Surilun bowed his head and replied, "Great Chieftain, there are still 3,000 warriors, 12,000 Centaur warriors, 20,000 Centaur archers, and 30,000 Centaur young men in the Black Kiln Mountain camp."

"What about the weapons?"

"In order to support the battle in the southwest, the army left behind in Black Kiln Mountain has less than 40% of iron weapons, less than 30,000 iron arrows, and only 200,000 bone arrows."

"In terms of protective gear, 3,000 warriors have a full set of armor to use, and only one-third of the other warriors wear leather armor. The rest only have rough animal fur for self-defense, which basically has no defensive function, only warmth."

"Is there only this much left?"

Rodis widened his eyes, somewhat unbelievable.

He remembered that half a year ago, he had just purchased 5,000 sets of custom armor, 8,000 long swords, 200,000 iron arrows, and 3,000 tons of food from the dwarves, spending 6,000 intermediate magic crystals. According to human calculations, the goods worth 30 million gold coins were consumed so quickly.

"Chief, there are too many of those lowly worms, and the weapons are wearing out very quickly. If it weren't for General Amos's strategy, the speed of weapon consumption would have been even faster." Surilon said with a wry smile.

"Alas--"

Rodis felt that he had failed as the chief. Since he killed his uncle and took over the position thirty years ago, the number of his tribe members has dropped sharply, and he has encountered a disaster that is rare in a century.