Over the past month, almost all of Sally's decrees had met with all kinds of resistance. It seemed that after the winter, most of the other nobles in Eiffta were standing against her. Such things had happened before, but it had never been as blatant as it was now …
The taxes could not be collected, the subjects were frequently harassed by "bandits", and there was also the negative news of Sally's "messy private life". When such despicable and despicable methods came at her from all directions, it really made Sally a little frustrated.
What was even more intolerable was that the "Fuser Silver Mine" that she wanted to prepare for Roddy had been obstructed by seven or eight nobles inside and outside the territory. They had almost shed all pretense of cordiality!
No matter how much she tried to negotiate, the other party refused to budge. They had even forcefully sent people to investigate the mine. It was as if they were saying, "I'm going to eat you, you can't do anything to me" …
If it was something else, Sally might have chosen to "think about it at length". But the "Fuser Silver Mine" was definitely out of the question. She had decided to give it to Roddy, and no one could take it away from her!
The people led by Viscount Anru and Count Bolachi knew that they could not announce the ownership of the mine at this time, so they sent an "invitation for discussion" letter to Sally, saying that they hoped that she could participate in the grand "Spring Hunting" event at the "Da Vinci Territory" at the end of March. At that time, the nobles could have a "friendly" discussion about these issues.
The "Da Vinci Territory" was located next to the Cote Mountain Range where the mine had been discovered. It belonged to a baron under Eiffta's rule, but the letter was signed by Viscount Anru. Such an arrogant attitude had completely angered Sally …
However, Sally wasn't someone who would act recklessly. After some thought, she understood that the other party had set a trap on purpose. After the death of the Dukes Of Angmar, Efta might have looked stable, but in reality, people were wavering. It wasn't a coincidence that the other party had joined forces to fight against her. If she chose to escape and not solve the problem, she would probably be in a passive position. She would lose her prestige for a period of time and be at the mercy of the other party.
Political confrontations were often the result of one wrong move and the whole game would be lost. She still remembered her father's ups and downs. She didn't want to lose the right to speak for ten years because of one retreat.
But if he were to participate in this activity …
Sally's brows furrowed tightly. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. After repeating this a few times, she turned to the desk and said to Hardedef, "Inform Titus and Knight Wellington that I will attend the appointment at the end of March. Tell them to prepare."
She immediately started writing a letter to be sent to Roddy. Sally wasn't a foolish girl. She knew that this decision was very important. So, she wrote down the current tense situation in the territory and asked Hardedef to send it immediately after she was done.
"End of March … End of March …"
Her father, Angmar, had spent a lot of money on the border's warning and defense. So, she was also worried about the Orcs' movements. However, when she picked up the recent patrol reports of the fortresses, Sally's originally worried heart was relieved. Since the beginning of winter last year, there had been no records of any Orc sightings in the past four months. At the same time, the weekly "in-depth investigation" also didn't find any signs of invasion.
"This should be … no problem."
Sally muttered to herself.
*****
"Long live the great chief!"
"Roar!"
On the Nehemia Prairie hundreds of kilometers away, the roar of the Orcs came from the tent in the central camp of "Sarota." The three warlords and the great chief, Sauron, raised the weapons in their hands together and announced the decision to "prepare for the expedition" to the soldiers outside the tent —
"Warriors … start accumulating strength for our road of conquest!"
"The Orcs will eventually rule everything!"
The waves of cheers were louder and louder. Even though many of these Orcs had never been on the battlefield, the madness buried in their blood still made their cheers full of aggression.
"Then … everything will be done according to the arrangement of the great chief. I'll go back first."
"Godard, you must perform well when the time comes. You are the bravest warrior of the Sarota tribe. How much resources you can plunder will depend on your ability."
"Those reptiles, wait for destruction! Haha — "
Looking at Godard who laughed wildly and left, Sauron was actually not too excited. Instead, he was faintly worried. Orcs were not as easy to control as humans. Although most of these compatriots were simple-minded and not scheming, what worried him the most was that when the number of people accumulated to a certain extent, the madness in the bones of the Orcs would often make them collectively lose their rationality.
"I hope everything will go according to plan."
He clenched the chain hammer in his hand and turned to return to the tent.
However, Sauron did not know that Warlord Godard, who had already walked far away, no longer had the excitement and agitation on his face.
That joyful expression disappeared without a trace the moment he left the tent. He walked forward with a gloomy face, his strong and heavy body giving off an imposing aura, causing the beastmen around him to retreat. After striding onto his own wolf, Godard spat fiercely to the side and said in a low voice, "What a coward …"
Obviously, he did not agree with and was satisfied with Sauron's decision as he appeared on the surface.
After meeting up with his own Wolf Cavalry Guards, Godard took these subordinates to the territory under his jurisdiction on the grassland. After traveling for two hours, a heavily guarded camp appeared in front of them.
Compared to the obsessive-compulsive layout of Sarota's camp, this was the purest "Orc camp": coolies built the stables amidst the curses of the supervisors, the stench of feces lingered at the tip of their noses, the Orc soldiers in simple and crude clothes greeted loudly, and everything around them exuded a dirty and barbaric atmosphere.
However, looking at all this, Godard's mood was much better than before.
"Lord Warlord, we meet again."
As soon as he entered the tent, the hooded and black-robed Orc made Godard stop in his tracks. However, it was obvious that his relationship with the other party had become much closer during this period of time, and he was no longer as vigilant as before.
Godard sat down at the side and said in a deep voice, "Sauron pushed the departure time to mid-April, and this is under the circumstances where I fought for it. Otherwise, he would have set off in June …"
The black-robed Orc smiled stiffly. "To have such a result, it shows that your influence in the tribe is second only to that of Chief Sauron."
His words were very provocative, and Godard could certainly hear it. However, he narrowed his eyes and did not comment. Instead, he continued, "How can those fragile humans stop us? We just need to spread out the troops and push through. Is there a need to plan so much? I heard that Sauron learned these things from humans — heh, humans are like rabbits on the grassland. We don't want to be wolves, but we want to be rabbits. Hmph, when the war starts … "
"When the war comes, all prestige and power can be seized at will. My master hopes that Lord Warlord can seize this opportunity, and …"
The black-robed Orc paused. After confirming that there was no one around, he lowered his voice by three degrees. "Although the war will start in April, my master hopes that you can seize this special opportunity …"
After he said a few words, Godard's eyes lit up, but he did not immediately agree. "It is useless to just tell me this. Although I am willing to go to the battlefield, it does not mean that I am willing to be an idiot and die."
"Of course …" The black-robed Orc took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain. Outside the bright room, a group of Orc laborers were working hard to carry all kinds of supplies. Such a scene finally made the Warlord Warlord nod in satisfaction. "Heh … In this case, I really can't wait."
Godard grinned, as if he could already see the scene of humans being chopped into pieces.
*****
"A little to the left! Good, good, hold on here … "
"The reinforcement measures on the antlers must be nailed tightly!"
"The steel plate at the chest needs to be twice as thick."
On the drill ground of Elsen City, the tall "Train King" was standing there with a dull look on his face. On both sides of his body were two specially built wooden frames, on which more than ten blacksmiths were hurriedly piecing pieces of scale-like armor onto his body.
Of course, this was the first time this set of armor had been put on, so it took a full two hours just to let this Fendi Elk put on the "half-body armor."
"There is no problem with the frontal defense. It will be fine as long as the flank can cut through the attacks of the spears." Roddy explained the improvement requirements to the blacksmiths beside him. He then jumped onto the saddle on the back of the "Train King," which had four prismatic guards. He looked down from above and made a few simulated archery movements before nodding. "Alright, continue with your work. Don't forget to feed the fodder."
The originally harmless "Train King" now looked like a "moving fortress". Roddy reached out and patted its front leg. Then he turned around and walked towards the Pasha Magic Tower.
Although there was no war these days, Roddy's schedule was always full: magic practice, archery practice, rune embedding practice, new leather armor and new bows, planning for the next step of the development of the city, and so on.
Everything in Elsen City was still in its initial stage, but after the arrival of spring, it completely ushered in the "busy period". After Roddy opened the two buildings, the "Munitions Factory" and "Wondrous Item Making Room", the high-quality farming tools, tools, and all kinds of items needed by sorcerers on the secondary production lines had completely opened up the trade routes. Now, there were endless caravans going to and fro in the city. Fortunately, Roddy had Camilla as his right-hand man, or else he really would not have the time to improve his personal strength.
After the opening of these buildings that attracted "investment" and "business opportunities", Roddy also did not forget to unlock the "Arcana Laboratory" and the "Armament Processing Room", which were helpful for his "rune embedding" and "special arrow making".
While the civilians were talking about how to open up the farmland, Roddy's tense nerves never relaxed. He would not be paralyzed by the seemingly peaceful scene in front of him. So these days, he had been busy almost non-stop, either in various buildings or on the way to the buildings.
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