Ride and Cut

"Why do I feel like it's a group of beggars?" Li Cha couldn't help smiling wryly when he looked at the half-sized children who were so hungry that they were yellow and thin. The anxiety in their eyes was as full as the clear water flowing in a raging river.

If this was a group of strong men who came to beat the autumn wind, the lord would definitely beat them all away with sticks without saying a word.

But being so weak, helpless and disabled, he couldn't stop driving people away, and waved his hand impatiently, "Forget it, let Annie find some work for them later, so that they can have something to eat."

"That's not bad. Kindness is the real power." Buckland nodded approvingly, "Our Alpine Fort does not lack a bite to eat. It is definitely not a bad thing to do more good deeds."

It's a little strange, when they heard that they could have a meal, not only did those slumped-headed little guys not show how happy they were, but they suddenly started making noises anxiously.

"Silence!" The tall and burly Shire warrior glared at them with an ax and spear, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound.

"Master Richard, in the half-orc kingdom, it is impossible for powerful fighters to become vassals." Sinclaire took a deep breath and said to meet Richard's gaze, "But since they can become vassals of the royal family, these mole people certainly have their own unique housekeeping skills."

"The Mole Man? No wonder they seem to have bad eyesight." Buckland suddenly realized, "Tell me, what skills do they have?"

"Fate is fair. They are almost blind and unable to experience the colorful world, but fate rewards them with ingenious minds and skillful hands that are unmatched by ordinary people." Sinclair's small dark face is full of seriousness, and he speaks without any ambiguity. "So the Mole Man is the best architect and craftsman in the entire orc kingdom."

"Really?" Li Cha was still a little skeptical.

With their dignity like refugees fleeing from famine, it is really hard to believe that they still have craftsmanship.

"My lord, please allow me to introduce myself." An old mole man with white beard and hair came out angrily leaning on a branch. After looking for a long time, he couldn't find Richard's position. He bowed to Abel's long-handled ax and spear and said, "My name is Amy, and I am the elder of this insignificant small tribe."

Abel's eyes widened and he winked fiercely, trying to get him to understand, but expecting a half-blind man to be able to see and act was obviously a bit of a force.

"Hello, Elder Amy." The lord smiled at him, "Alpine Fort is not a word, even if it is agreed."

"My lord, please forgive me. I thought you were the lord." The voice finally made the Mole Man find his way, and he turned around while apologizing to the ax and gun.

"In the past forty years, the large fortresses built by the royal family have basically been built by our mole people, which are far better than before." Speaking of the achievements of the tribe, Amy's promises were swept away. "And the high-end carriages we produce can even be exported to places as far away as San Jose."

As we all know, the carriage industry in the half-orc kingdom has sprung up in recent decades, and it has become more and more popular.

Their products are indeed exquisitely crafted to be called works of art, which are quite different from the rough traditional impression of half-orcs.

The shield-shaped emblem with the lion in front of it has been very popular among nobles in recent years, and the price has been rising all the way.

The lord once wanted to get a car for fun after he got rich, but unfortunately he couldn't pass the test of the housekeeper Annie. In the words of the half-elf chick, "That kind of price is pure robbery, and there are actually lunatics who pay for it. Don't be crazy like others."

"The lotus carriage is your masterpiece?"

"Yes."

Li Cha was full of disappointment and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Hey." He looked at the Mole Man firmly, and couldn't help feeling that people can't be judged by their appearance.

Who would have thought that this group of little guys who shivered as if they were refugees fleeing famine, would actually possess such amazing specialties.

The lord made a look, and someone immediately understood. The people in charge of the logistical arrangements mobilized collectively, singing and dancing to pick up the still shivering Mole Man, and what awaited them was hot water and delicious food.

For a pioneering territory, the importance of force cannot be overemphasized, but force is never everything. Otherwise, with the strength of the Ripper Legion, it would be impossible to explain that if you want to build a castle, you have to spend money to hire people in Cologne.

The alpine castle that grew up in the war had an unbalanced development that matched the war—the military force was already strong enough to run wild in the wilderness, and the military industry was even ahead of the entire continent.

However, animal husbandry, construction, agriculture, and art are not fundamentally different from those struggling to survive.

If force is a strong shield to defend civilization, then Alpine Fort now has a shield thicker than the city wall, but there are very few achievements worth guarding.

The lord knows this better than anyone else, but he has nothing to do—this is not a problem that one person can solve alone.

Now that the arrival of the Mole Man, it is very hopeful that the shortcomings will be made up for a little bit. Even if other people present didn't understand this value, how could Li Cha ignore it!

Li Cha greeted a centaur, whispered a few words in his ear, and the latter immediately ran away without looking back.

"What did you tell him?" Buckland asked curiously.

"Tell him to quickly dismiss those surveying and mapping scholars from Cologne. They are all calculated on a working day basis. The earlier the settlement, the earlier the day to save gold coins." The lord said confidently.

"..." Buckland was suddenly choked up by this kind of thrifty housekeeping.

"It's Li Cha's quick response, I almost forgot." Annie was smiling, and she didn't think there was anything wrong in the slightest.

"By the way, Sinclair, you said that this is the first batch of vassals." Li Cha looked at the little black girl with burning eyes, "May I ask, will there be other races in the future?"

"The other one is the Batman." Sinclair raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "They can observe the outside world by receiving echoes, so no matter how deep the darkness, or how ingeniously disguised, they can't deceive them. The Batmen used to only live in deep mountain caves. It was my father who discovered their abilities and became the best scouts and guards in the kingdom."

When it comes to marching and fighting, most of the people present are experts, and there was an uproar.

"Seedorf will definitely jump for joy when he hears that." The lord shrugged.

Throughout the history of human warfare, the night is the peak period when all kinds of strategies are played by your side and our side. Because darkness is a natural barrier, it can provide a powerful cover for the intentions of both parties.

If you can break through the veil of the Goddess of the Night, it is equivalent to unilaterally opening the perspective on the battlefield. The impact of war cannot be overemphasized.

The half-orc royal family is not generally expected. Although vassals are not considered traditional powerful races, they are extremely affordable specialties, and they are obviously not to be underestimated.