Hearing Monica's mechanical tone, Brando was almost stunned. He could not help but blurt out: "Valhalla is a replica of Babel! Monica, do you know the legend of the Era of the Gods? "
Monica came back to her senses and quickly shook her head. Her tone returned to normal: "No, my lord, I don't know."
"Wait, then how do you know this?"
"No, I don't know either, but ever since the World Tree Fortress was upgraded, as one of the people in charge of it, this knowledge seems to have automatically appeared in my mind." The light spirit girl hurriedly replied: "But I can't say anything more."
Brando was slightly startled and calmed down: "In other words, Valhalla is very likely a creation from the Era of the Gods?"
"I'm not sure about that, my lord."
"Forget it, at least we know that it's ours, that's enough." Brando waved his hand and decided not to dwell on these messy questions: "Let's go back to the original topic. Since that's the case, I only plan to build Elven Arrow Towers on the ring road. That's why I only need to build twenty arrow towers, Monica. "
"I understand, my lord. However, the territory now needs more magic power and resources. I'm afraid that what you gave us earlier is not enough. " Monica replied respectfully, "Thanks to Sir Overlord, Valhalla grew very quickly."
Brando clenched his teeth. It would have been better if Monica did not mention this, but once she did, he remembered the mountains of colorless and transparent crystals he saw under the World Tree. These things were an example of the wealth this World Tree Fortress had consumed in the past half a year.
But this was only the beginning. On the list, each Arrow Tower required nearly two hundred thousand magic power, as well as a huge amount of resources. Magic power could be converted into crystals, but resources had to be transported from the territory one by one.
He could not help but groan in his heart: "From now on, the magic crystals produced by the Black Forest will double from twenty percent. In terms of resources, I will let Jutta and Amandina satisfy you first … "
"Thank you so much, my Lord." Light Spirit Monica flew around excitedly in the sky.
It was obvious that she had said so much just for this sentence.
However, Brando knew better than her how expensive it was to build a high-grade magic territory. The Elven Arrow Tower was just the beginning. With the elven arrow towers, they would first need archers and ballistas, followed by wizards and magic apprentices.
All of these required money. Brando rubbed his forehead and asked, "How's the Wind Archer training going, Monica?"
"I was just about to stop here, Sir Lord." Monica immediately replied, "The construction of the Wind Archers Hall has already been completed. The first batch of soldiers to be trained are mainly Tree Elves from the Loop of Trade Winds. After that, we took in some Elves from other places, such as Wind Elf Mercenaries and Wild Elf refugees from the North. However, from the third batch onwards, humans became the main source of soldiers. However, from the completion of the training, the Elves are still the best potential Wind Archers — "
This wasn't out of Brando's expectations. There weren't many elves in the human world, let alone in a place like Tónigel. As for the fact that the Elves were much more talented than humans, this was also reasonable.
However, when he heard Monica say that there were four hundred and sixty-five Tree Elf Wind Archers, one hundred and eighty-seven Elven Wind Archers, and one hundred and sixty human Wind Archers, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He turned around and asked, "Why are there so few humans? Is it because the elimination rate is too high? "
"This is also one of the reasons, my lord."
At this moment, a voice interrupted. Brando heard this familiar voice and turned around. As expected, he saw Felaern walking over with a straight face. The Wild Elf girl came to his side with a few scrolls of parchment and replied, "However, the main reason is because of the strange rule that my lord set. Only girls can become Wind Archers. Most of the humans in Tónigel are refugees, and there are already very few females. Those who meet the requirements in terms of physique and age are even fewer. Coupled with the elimination rate, those who are left are naturally very rare."
The Wild Elf sister glanced at her lord. Her current attire was very different from before. Ever since she became the White City Vanguard, her attire had changed from the original mercenary uniform to the more formal Elementalist robes. However, the robes were still monochromatic due to the large drop in level. She then said, "Now, everyone in the territory already knows about my lord's special hobby. Although it is normal for a normal man to have such fantasies, Felaern also hopes that my lord can pay attention to your own reputation."
"What!?" Brando was stunned, "When did I set such a rule?"
He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but run to the tree wall to take a look. As expected, he saw a large group of Elven and human archers training in the direction of the Wind Archers Hall. They were all women. Furthermore, all of them were women with high aptitude. He was almost dazzled by the sight.
Brando hurriedly took a deep breath and turned around to ask, "What's going on?"
He never dreamed that after not asking about the development of Valhalla for a few months, this damned World Tree Fortress had built a real army of women for him. Of course, it wasn't that this was bad. Brando certainly hoped that his subordinates could be more pleasing to the eye. However, as an army, men were indeed more convenient than women in many aspects.
"This …" Monica hesitated for a moment before answering, "The Wind Archers of Valhalla were originally inherited from the Silver Elf Princess Guards, so …"
Brando immediately shut up.
He of course knew what the Silver Elf Princess Guards were. The name of the Princess Guards actually didn't mean that this army was the Silver Fairy Princess' guards. The name was actually a metaphor, because every warrior in this army of archers was the most outstanding female Silver Elf.
According to the setting of The Amber Sword, it could even be said that this army was the female Amazons in Wohnde's history.
After hearing Monica's words, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He probably never dreamed that he would inherit such an army.
"The Princess Guards," he subconsciously asked, "Does Valhalla's Wind Archers have the same combat power as the Princess Guards in history?"
That was an army of the same level as the Dragon King's Cavalry —
"Of course not," Monica immediately dispelled his expectations, "The Wind Archers are after all only the first level of Valhalla's troop class. In terms of form, it can only be said to be a simplified version of the Princess Guards."
"Then what ability does it have?" Brando asked.
"My Lord, you will know when you see it for yourself."
In fact, Brando didn't need Monica's reminder. He was already looking in that direction. On the lower ring, behind the Wind Archers' hall was a huge training ground. The first batch of Tree Elf Wind Archers were divided into several groups and fighting against each other. Brando immediately saw the figures of the female Elves faintly discernible. In his knowledge, there was only one type of spell effect that had such characteristics.
"Invisibility?"
"Yes, the Wind Archers are a typical field unit. Their greatest ability is that they can continuously go invisible for a short period of time during battle, or go invisible for a long period of time before battle. But now, the Wind Archers of Valhalla are equipped with the Wind Archer Armor that my Lord personally designed. In fact, they also have the ability to fly and glide for a short period of time — "
[Almighty Martha!]
Brando could not help but feel a burst of joy when he heard this. It was easy to imagine how useful the Wind Archers who were proficient in invisibility were on the battlefield. One of the biggest weaknesses of the Wind Archers on the battlefield was their lack of close combat ability, and they were easily discovered. Generally speaking, once the Wind Archers' formation was approached by the cavalry, it would immediately collapse.
But the Wind Archers were completely different. They did not even need protection. Once they were approached, they would immediately use the flying ability provided by the Wind Archers' cloak to open up a distance, and then use invisibility to hide themselves and wait for the next shot.
[Heavens!] Brando could imagine how terrifying that would be. The only problem now was that there were too few of them, or else they would be of great use in this war.
He suddenly thought of something and turned around to ask: "Felaern, is there any news from Count Randner?"
"Not this time, my Lord." Felaern maintained the same expression as she replied: "This time, it's about a certain Lord of Madara. Someone from Silverman's side who was indebted to my Lord sent a messenger back with news. Just as my Lord predicted, the undead army has begun to gather in Yusong."
"Blood Staff." Brando closed the Lord Interface and stood up: "The undead army has begun to move, which means that Count Randner should be leaving soon. It's a little earlier than I expected. It seems that Duke Arreck must have made some new progress that made him feel pressured. "
"Her Highness asked when you are leaving, my Lord." Felaern replied. "Yes, my lord?"
"Her Highness?"
Brando paused for a moment. There was a sudden commotion at the side of the square. He looked up and saw the princess leading a group of people over from the Tower of the Moon. They must have entered the hall at the center of the World Tree and came to the square.
The princess walked past the center of the square with a few maids. She glanced at her younger brother who was tightly bound by the roots of the Ancient Tree. It was only then that Brendel noticed that the little prince seemed to have completely succumbed to the tyrannical power of the tentacles. His little face was red from being strangled, his sword was bounced away, and he was' panting 'there.
Princess Gryphine could not help but frown when she saw this scene and shook her head.
She walked up to Brando, took a deep breath, and greeted him softly: "It's been a few days since we last met, Mister Brando is still as energetic as ever."
"Your Highness … …" Brando was a little embarrassed. After all, he had tortured someone else's younger brother, the future king of the kingdom, into such a state. It would be fine if the princess did not see it, but he did not expect her to see it.
"I'm not here to talk about this, Count." The princess shook her head: "I'm here to say goodbye. By the way, I want to ask, when do you plan to leave for Viero?"
"Goodbye?" Brando was startled.
"I plan to go back to Frada first. Oberwei and Anthony's envoys are still waiting for me there. In addition, Mister Eke and his fiancée have sent news. They left for Fort Vallenden yesterday. Duke Anthony has given him full authority to act on behalf of Anthony." She paused for a moment: "So I don't have much time left."
Brando finally understood. He was silent. In fact, when he received news about the undead's movements from Felaern, he knew that the time was ripe. But he did not expect the princess to come so soon.
"Mister Brando, are you going to leave for Frada with me?" The half Fairy Princess paused and asked again.
To be able to travel with the Eldest Princess, Brendel naturally couldn't wait. But he hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head: "No, there's no need. Your Highness, I have other things to do. You can go ahead and wait for me to meet you at Fort Vallenden. "
Princess Gryphine looked at him, and there was no surprise in her silver eyes. In fact, she already knew where Brando was going. She pondered for a moment: "Are you going to take those Cruz people?"
"Yes." Brando nodded. In a sense, going to the Stained Frost Forest was to help the Cruz people, so of course he had to take these guys with him. But most of those Cruz Knight were burdens. He thought for a moment and replied: "I just need to take Laurenna and her fiancé. Veronica should be there to meet me."
"Can you make it?" The princess asked.
"I should be able to." Brando nodded.
Although the Stained Frost Forest Labyrinth was a legendary dungeon, it wasn't actually that big. Besides, he didn't have to fight the monsters inside. The best scenario was that Arreck had already gotten the Heart of the Dragon, and then he just had to snatch it from the hands of the cultists.
There was no psychological burden.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Princess Gryphine looked at him, the meaning of trust in her eyes was very obvious. She whispered: "I'll leave Magadal to you-"
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Princess Magadal is also my friend."
"I understand, Mr. Brando. Then I'm relieved."
"But I have a presumptuous request, Your Highness." Brando suddenly said. He looked at the future Princess Regent of Erouine and hesitated. To be honest, he wasn't sure if she would agree to his request.
"Hmm?"
"Actually, there are two requests. First, I hope this time Freya will be the commander of Frada's army. Second, I hope this time Prince Haruz can go with me to the Stained Frost Forest. "
Once Brando said this, the surroundings immediately quieted down.
The princess was silent for a moment: "I've already said the first request, Mr. Brando. The military command of both territories will be handed over to you. As for who will be their commander, it's also up to you to decide. "
"As for the second request …" The half-elf princess was silent for a moment. After all, that was her only brother. She gave all her hope that he could support the kingdom. Of course, she hoped that Haruz could be stronger, but this didn't mean that she could easily let her brother take risks.
Although Brando didn't say it, she also knew the danger of the Stained Frost Forest. After all, it was still within the Erouine Kingdom. Most of the disasters in the Viero province came from the direction of the Falling Needle Hills. As the princess of a kingdom, it was impossible for her not to have heard of these rumors.
"Can I know the reason?" Finally, she asked softly.
Brando hesitated for a moment. Of course, he couldn't say that he wanted to bring the little prince to clear dungeons and get some equipment to accumulate some experience. At the same time, it would be best if he could become more independent. He thought for a moment, and finally replied:
"I think Haruz … His Royal Highness, he … needs a little training."
"Can't he do it somewhere else?" Gryphine frowned.
"Of course, but there's not much time left for us. Since there's this opportunity now, I think maybe we should let go and let him go on his own path. "
Brando replied seriously. He looked back at the little prince who was tied up tightly and asked, "His Royal Highness Prince Haruz, are you afraid?"
"I …" The little prince was about to cry from being strangled, but he looked at his sister and then looked at this terrible teacher. In the end, he could only say pitifully, "I, I, I'm not afraid …"
Gryphine looked at her brother and couldn't help but sigh. Of course, she understood that her brother was not willing. But because of this, she hardened her heart and nodded seriously.
"I understand, Mr. Brando. I'll leave Haruz to you."
Haruz looked at his sister with tears in his eyes. At that moment, the pitiful look made Brando wonder if he didn't take him from his sister, but was abandoned by the princess.
But the princess was obviously more cold-hearted than Brando thought. She didn't even look at her brother and said to Brando, "Then I'll take my leave, Brando."
Brando nodded, slightly moved. There was no doubt that for the current princess, Haruz was undoubtedly one of the most important people to her. She put the little prince in his hands, even more important than giving him the key stone.
It could be said that if something happened to Haruz, her persistence and hope would be worthless.
Brando turned around, "Ferro, go tell Miss Freya to get ready, we're ready to go."
He ordered succinctly.
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