Brando was depressed for a moment, but he was happy again. He suddenly thought of Bosley and Tamar. Even though they were not the best in Wohnde, they were still top-notch masters in Erouine. In the past year, the territory had been armed with the Wind Archers and the White Lion Guards with just the support of the two of them. Now, Trentheim, a small place like this, was already one of the best in the kingdom. This was something that other lords would never have dared to imagine.
In the past half a year, the refugees from the War of the Black Rose flooded into Tónigel. Brando began to have a large number of reserve soldiers. If he wanted to, he could raise an army that was not inferior to Count Randner's or Duke Viero's private army. However, Brando came from the future and had personally experienced the epic War of the Slate. He looked down on the so-called armies of the nobles in the north and south. In his eyes, an army below grade 3 could only be called a militia that was responsible for local law and order. It was impossible for them to be used in a war. It was precisely because of this that Trentheim's military had become the main problem to stop the expansion of the army. Only the White Lion Guards could wear the inferior magic armour, and even the lower grade normal White Lion Armour was still limited in production. Even if the Firburh Territory worked hard to produce it, they could only produce a hundred sets a month. The Wind Archers were even more serious. Because the Wind Archers had to be equipped with Wind Archer chainmail and longbows, the army's expansion was shockingly slow.
Amandina and Kodan felt that Brando's idea was too naïve. It could even be said that he was squandering money. He was purely using money to build an army. However, Amandina thought deeper. She faintly thought that her lord might be concerned about the princess's opinion. After all, an elite army of a thousand sounded much more reassuring than an army of thousands of nobles. Brando's reputation for 'squandering' quickly spread among his own subordinates. Even Yoda and the other mercenary leaders privately wondered if their lord was too influenced by the Bugas. However, how could a mortal's wealth compare to a wizard's? What if the crystal mines in the Black Forest were to be mined dry? The discussion was so heated that even the Copper Dragon Retto came to persuade him.
Brando could only smile bitterly. Fortunately, he did not dare to tell these people his true intentions. Otherwise, they would have been scared to death. In his plan, the core strength of Erouine's future army was the White Lion Infantry, which was also the foundation of Erouine's army. It was equivalent to the largest second-tier local army in the Kingdom of Erouine. As for the tier 4, 5, and 6 troops, he had to find a way to cultivate them as well. As Erouine's unique elite army, he now had the quasi-tier 4 Wind Archers in his hands. If he could persuade the Centaurs to join his army, he could get the armor and halberd design of the Silver-Crowned Guards from Eleranta. With a little training, Erouine would have a real tier 4 army. The tier 5 army would be the Elder Guards of the Druids or the Ancient Tree Guardians, but the Druids were too old-fashioned and might not join his chariot. The more reliable consideration was to get ideas from the Nagas. Although the Four-armed Sirens and the Neptune Guards were weaker than most tier 5 troops on land, they were still tier 5 troops after all. The most important thing was that the Nagas had no core conflict of interest with the mainlanders, and the kingdom had a fleet that could be their staunchest ally at sea. The Nagas would not be stingy with renting their troops. Erouine could hire these overseas troops in the name of employment. When he chose to ally with the Grey Fin Nagas, and after the Battle of Ampere Seale, he insisted that the Empire give him the frigate design in exchange.
With the tier 4 and 5 troops, Erouine's strength should be comparable to the kingdom of the late king of the Empire. At that time, Her Royal Highness could rely on the central military power to suppress the whole country, unify the power of the kingdom, and realize the transformation of local feudalism to centralization. As for the tier 6 troops, Brando had no clue at the moment. In the history of Erouine, the only troop class above tier 6 was the Silver Elf Temple Guards, and there were no more than a hundred of them. His only hope now was that Valhalla would be strong enough. But once Erouine had a tier 6 troop class, its strength would not be inferior to Madara. After all, Madara was not only facing Erouine as an enemy, it would not be able to resist the threat of the border with the entire country. Once Erouine had this kind of strength, it would be able to force Madara to expand to other countries, and this ancient kingdom would be restored to its heyday.
But this plan was no doubt a fantasy to Amandina and the others. In their eyes, the Kingdom of Erouine was just a relatively independent kingdom near Cruz. Its military power had never been weak, but it was not strong either. One had to know that in the Cruz Empire in the north, although the basic troop class of the four major armies under the direct control of the central government was the tier 4 Imperial Guard, in reality, the tier 3 Imperial Noble Cavalry and the tier 2 Imperial Pikemen were still the main force of the Empire's military forces. Moreover, these local forces faced the same problem as the Kingdom, and that was that the long period of peace had led to a low level of training and a breakdown of discipline. Apart from a small number of border regions, most of the Empire's military forces had more or less such problems. In the evaluation of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the Imperial Noble Cavalry's combat strength had fallen below the limit several times in the past two years, and was on par with the tier 2 troops of the Empire.
Of course, the Empire also had the tier 5 Pegasus Knight, the tier 5 Grail Knight, the tier 6 Sword Crusader, the tier 6 Holy Oil Knight, and the Temple Ascetics. There were even the Royal Griffins, the Royal Astrologer, the Temple Priests, and the Flame Family Knight who had a reputation of being a tier 10 and above. However, these troops were usually a deterrent force, and their numbers were usually not large. Moreover, in large empires like Fanzin and Saint-Auol, the high-tier troops were the privilege of the Empire, and it was a game between the big countries. If a small country like Erouine had a troop class above tier 6, it would basically change the current order of the continent. The reason why Erouine was so famous, and why even the Buga people paid attention to this small Kingdom, was precisely because they once had the White Lion Infantry and the Temple Guards.
But that was just a flash in the pan. Almost ten centuries had passed, and Wohnde's history had never seen anything like it again.
Therefore, whether it was Amandina, Kodan, or the mercenaries under Brando, they did not even think about it. They only felt that their lord was a little too idealistic. Elite troops were good, but this was too much. Brando was too lazy to explain it to them. His goal was never the present, and the goal of cleaning the country was not even worth mentioning. The nobles in the North were a great threat, but as Valhalla grew stronger, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs. Whether or not Erouine could build such an army was related to whether or not the kingdom could walk out of its destiny in the future. This was the most important thing.
Brando had never forgotten that although Erouine's nobles were the cause of the kingdom's downfall, the real cause of its demise was the dangerous enemy that was rising in the East.
He held great power in his hands, and he carried out his plans to expand his army at a leisurely pace. But under the surface, he was anxious, and time did not stop for anyone. In fact, there were signs that the development of history did not stop for him, but instead accelerated because of his arrival. Erouine's neighboring countries had begun to stir, but the development of his territories was still slow. Amandina and the others saw this, and secretly reminded him to relax his requirements and expand his army as soon as possible. But how could he not understand? But the problem was, what was the point of recruiting more cannon fodder?
They simply did not understand what kind of opponent Erouine was facing now.
The whole kingdom was still looking at the coming era of war and chaos with an old-fashioned view. In fact, Madara, Cruz, and even the Wind Elves and Fanzin were rapidly completing their military reforms in this era of upheaval before the arrival of the Great Demonic Tide. The Roman Athos in the dark was the first, followed by the Fanzin, followed by the direct enemy of Madara, Saint-ausol. Cruz finally completed their reforms under the leadership of Emperor Lenarite, and thus suffered the greatest loss in the war. But he was an empire, and the strong support of the empire and the Holy Cathedral of Fire allowed him to fail for a while, but Erouine did not have such a strong strategic depth.
Erouine could only learn from Madara. He had to be one step ahead of others in everything, or else he would only end up in death.
This war was a precursor, and the real beginning of the wind and rain originated from the second War of the Black Roses three years later. But that was something that happened in history, and Brando could not guarantee that the second War of the Black Roses would not start early in this era. But in this war with the Blood Staff, he had to do his best to find out how big the gap between the kingdom and Madara of this era was. Of course, it would be best to give Madara a warning so that they would feel that the kingdom was not so weak and easy to bully. Then, those skeletons might think more before choosing to start the second War of the Black Roses.
Every minute was a hope of redemption for Erouine.
Therefore, he had to be cautious and try his best to increase his strength before the war. Now that a group of Master Craftsmen like Babu had joined him, it was undoubtedly a boost to his confidence, and he was overjoyed at this unexpected turn of events. Tónigel suddenly had more than ten master craftsmen of the same level as Bosley and Tamar. What did that mean? It meant that the production of magic equipment would increase exponentially, and this meant that the first step of his plan could finally be on the right track.
The White Lion Guards would become the foundation of the central army of the kingdom.
Brando thought for a while before he came back to his senses. He seemed to have woken up from a long period of thought, and asked, "Lord Babuu, can the Vallurian Warrior Hall be put into operation now?"
"As long as there are materials, it can be done at any time," Babuu replied.
Brando immediately took out a set of White Lion Armor from the dimensional space. He pointed at it and asked, "Lord Babuu, how long will it take for you to produce a hundred sets of armor like this?" Brando took out an unenchanted White Lion Armor. Babuu glanced at it and shook his head in disdain, "We won't produce armor like this. I think this kind of paper armor has no value at all."
Brando couldn't help but curse in his heart. Even though the armor was a little shabby, it was still Bosley's latest double-hinged armor. It had 5 points of defense, and it was already one of the best among white plate armors. He didn't expect it to be as weak as paper in Babuu's eyes. What a joke. Why don't you take out some paper armor for me to see? He cursed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He took out a set of enchanted armor for sergeants and asked, "What about this one?"
"It's barely passable," Babuu replied, "I remember that I once made a set of toys for my son. It's about the same as this one."
Brando almost vomited blood. He finally understood. Even though these giant craftsmen's experience and skills were limited, they were still very knowledgeable. They were using the standards of their era to evaluate these armors. If that was the case, then according to the standards of the era when the Cloud Giants still existed, the white plate White Lion Armor was indeed just paper. Perhaps these Giant Craftsmen were surprised. They had never seen an armor that wasn't enchanted before. This was simply too much of a scam.
Brendel suddenly felt a sense of defeat as if he was being looked down upon by a tycoon. He could not help but say weakly: "Lord Babu, how many of these armors can you make? I urgently need these armors to equip my army."
"My Lord, please refer to me as a craftsmen," Babuu replied. Even though he was an arrogant person, he wasn't an idiot who didn't know the ways of the world. When he saw Brando's expression, he could roughly guess what mistake he had made. He hurriedly replied, "My Lord, please rest assured. The crafting of these armors is very simple for us. It shouldn't be a problem for us to make two thousand sets of these armors in a month."
Brando was stunned. He looked around the hall, then back at Babuu. If it wasn't for the fact that Babuu was too famous, he would have thought that this guy was trying to trick him. There were only ten craftsmen in this hall. Even if they were Divine Craftsmen, how could they make two thousand sets of magic armors in a month, even if they were of the lowest quality? Even if Bosley and Tamar were to do the work themselves, it would take them at least half a month to complete one set of armor. After all, the production of magic armors in Abies' territory wasn't only supported by the two of them. There were also a large number of craftsmen from the refugees in Abies Castle.
"Two thousand sets of armor? There's only ten of you?" He asked dryly.
"Oh, that's not it," Babuu shook his head, "My Lord, you've misunderstood. There are many other Heroic Craftsmen in this hall. We can use our Heroic Spirits to work in this hall. Even though the scale of this hall is still rather shabby, it shouldn't be a problem to make two thousand sets of armor in a month."
After Babuu's explanation, Brando finally understood. It turned out that this hall was similar to Monika's Vortex of Light. It could also use Heroic Spirits to work. However, unlike the Vortex of Light, the Warrior Hall could only have more craftsmen when it expanded. Babuu and the others were the leaders of these craftsmen. He became excited. Two thousand sets of White Lion Armor a month, and they were all enchanted. This meant that the White Lion Legion could finally expand on a large scale. Even though the new recruits might not be as reliable as the old soldiers, as long as they wore these enchanted armors, they would at least have the strength of a rank 2 soldier. Otherwise, how could Cruz's rank 3 cavalry still have the strength of a rank 2 soldier? Wasn't it all because of equipment? The Empire's local troops and the nobles' private armies could afford to equip themselves with magic equipment. Now, Erouine's basic troops could finally be equipped with magic equipment. Even though it would require a large sum of money, it wasn't a problem for Brando for the time being.
After all, there were some things that money couldn't buy.
As long as he increased the production of Wind Archers by half, he would be able to form an army of rank 4 Wind Archers. If he rushed it a little, it wouldn't be impossible to double the number of Wind Archers before the end of the war. A thousand and two hundred rank 4 Wind Archers. This was the Year of Swords! Brando almost drooled, but to avoid ruining his image, he quickly wiped the corners of his mouth, causing Metisha to burst into laughter.
But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded in the hall. "My Lord, forgive me for being blunt. You are wasting the value of this sacred hall by creating these useless things. It is meaningless." The person who spoke had a rough and high-pitched voice, causing Brendel to look back. It was the Divine Craftsman named Gorzhu that Medissa had mentioned earlier. He had never heard of this person before, but from the other party's disdainful tone, he understood that this guy's reputation among the Cloud Giants was probably no less than Babu's. He quickly asked, "What can I do for you?"
Brando was a little depressed. He knew that these Divine Blacksmiths were using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, but what could he do about it? On one hand, he didn't have any high-grade blueprints or materials. On the other hand, according to Babu, their experience level was limited by Valhalla. In fact, they were about the same as Bosley and Tamar. According to Brando, the best thing they could do to help Tónigel was to expand the size of the two elite troops as soon as possible.
As for other things, perhaps they could spend half a year or a few months to create an Ancient or even Fantasy grade equipment. But what was the point of that? What he wanted was not someone's battle prowess.
Gorzhu shook his head and said, "My lord, it seems that you still don't understand our true value to you." He paused for a moment and then pointed at Bosley and Tamar. "We haven't returned to this land for a long time. We don't know what happened to Wohnde during this period, but at least we know that these two Master Blacksmiths are not rare. If you want to recruit eight or ten of them, you won't have a problem. Do you think that this hall's value to you is limited to this?"
Brando paused for a moment. He realized that there was a hidden meaning in Gorzhu's words. He couldn't help but look at Babu.
The Divine Blacksmith slowly nodded and said, "My lord, as I said before, this hall is called the Hall of the Warriors of Valhalla. It is the resting place of the Warriors of Valhalla. Providing weapons and armor to the Warriors is only a subsidiary function of the hall."
Brando finally understood. He became excited. "You mean to say that the smithy is only one of the functions of this building … It's also a Lair?"
"A Lair needs the support of a Mana Pool, my lord." Babu shook his head.
"What does that mean?" Brando was confused.
"Then, my lord, have you heard of the name Valkyrie?"
Babu asked word by word.
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