Doom Girl Must Die

"In addition to asking Boris for help, I have to prepare for a second-hand attempt!"

Sending a messenger to ask for help was just to ask for peace of mind. Narant had a hunch that there was a high probability that she would not be able to wait for Boris to come to help.

After all, according to which of the guards said, they were barbarians who deliberately followed without rushing, so as to avoid other accidents in the middle.

And this distance is at most a day's journey, so the barbarians who are chasing after tomorrow will enter the Storm Territory at the latest. At that time, his messenger is probably still on the way.

"Why is it so difficult to be a lord safely and securely? You can't do this, Mr. Rongguang!"

Next, Narant just pondered hard in the castle, wanting to see if the famous ancient battles in his past life memories could help him get through this stage today.

But unfortunately, the ancient battles he learned about in his previous life were either from novels or from variety shows.

It's just for entertainment. Many times it's okay to listen to it as a story. If you really want to learn, you'll be completely blind, just like watching Water Margin or Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Could it be that thirty-six strategies are the best strategy?" To be honest, Narant is really keen on the reward of this mission, but it's just that the eyes are hot, and it is necessary to have a life.

When the barbarians find out that the three kidnapped barbarian children have died tomorrow, I am afraid that these barbarians will immediately wreak havoc on the Stormland.

The barbarian battle of hundreds of people should not be underestimated. There is no cavalry cover in the open space. Even if the number of guards is twice that of the barbarians, there is a high probability that they will only be crushed.

And he, now there are only twenty guards.

In the end, Narant set a deadline for himself.

If you can't think of a countermeasure until it's dark, you can only prepare to escape... er... It's a strategic move.

Now that he has absolute authority over the territory, it should be feasible to arrange for the serfs to leave in an orderly manner for a few days to avoid the limelight.

Of course, the consequences of doing so are also unknown. For example, will you be punished for not completing system tasks?

For example, will his reputation and authority be damaged after the fact?

Whether it is in the eyes of the territorial people or other nobles, it is absolutely shameful for a lord to be unable to keep his own territory.

"Sir!" Just as Narant's thoughts were flying, the door of the hall was suddenly knocked open, and Thomas walked in carefully.

"is there anything?"

"My lord, Kenby Cow Dung is begging to see you outside the castle!"

"What's he doing here? Let him come in!" Now that boiling salt and fishing are on the right track, even the three-colored eggs can be picked up at night, so the Village of Doom no longer needs to worry about Narant. With the arrival of cow dung, Narant is still a little strange.

Soon, Kenby Cow Dung was led by the servants to the hall.

"The villain has seen the great and wise lord!" Kenby Cow Dung's dark face was covered with a flattering smile, obviously this time he was here to flatter him again.

"Kenby Cow Dung, what's the matter with you coming to the castle?" Narant was worried about the safety of the territory, but he didn't have the heart to feel Kemp Cow Dung's flattery.

"My lord, this morning, the villagers who boiled salt by the sea found a piece of dragon... dragon's saliva. This piece of 'dragon's saliva' was right on the edge of the reef, and there was no murloc or sea monster nearby, so the little one picked it up and delivered it immediately. castle!"

Kenby Cow Dung noticed that his lord was in a bad mood today, so he didn't dare to delay any longer. He immediately took out a fist-sized gray-white object from his arms, and then carefully presented it.

"Oh? Is there ambergris again?" Narant directly ignored the words "dragon's saliva", but took over the ambergris with a little joy in his heart.

The appearance of this piece of ambergris proved that his previous thinking was correct. As long as the sperm whales did not leave, the ambergris would continue to be washed ashore.

"Kenby Cow Dung, you did a good job. Go get four pieces of brown sugar, black and white, two for yourself, and two for the villagers who found ambergris!"

"Yes, my lord, thank you Lord for your generosity!" Kenby Cow Dung was overjoyed. Since the last time he tasted the delicious brown sugar and brown bread, he has been thinking about it every day these days.

That's why the ambergris was delivered to the castle at the fastest speed today.

Soon, Kenby Cow Dung was taken down by the servant, ready to find Thomas to collect the reward.

After Kempi Cow Dung left, Narant stared at the ambergris on the table and began to think of a plan to deal with the barbarians.

"Hey! Wait!" Suddenly, Narant's eyes lit up when he looked at Ambergris.

"Although I can't beat the savages, isn't there a group of people who can fight on my territory? I will lead the savages to the beach and let them beat all the dogs out of their heads! Isn't this the benefit of the fisherman again? "

Narantford took it to heart and came up with a strategy that had a high probability of solving the territorial crisis.

"In addition, in order to prevent the murlocs and sea monsters from taking advantage of the wind and running away, I also need to find a way to weaken the savage's combat effectiveness."

"And the best way to weaken the combat effectiveness of the barbarians is to let them eat the natural laxative of flying fish."

With a clue, the next steps popped out of Narant's mind.

From ambergris he thinks of whales, from whales to slippery flying fish, and finally the murlocs occupying large swathes of his beach.

Murloc sea monsters are like fresh cowhide, leaving Narant with a large beach but unusable, so if they and barbarians can play a dog's brain, this can be considered waste.

"Someone!" Thinking of this, Narant immediately stood up and greeted the door.

"Sir, what are your orders!" A newly promoted servant immediately responded.

"Go and stop that Kenby Cow Dung just now, I have something to look for!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The servant who heard the words hurriedly ran out of the corridor, and Narant himself then walked out of the hall.

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"Sir, do you have anything to tell the little one?" After Kempi Cow Dung received the brown sugar and brown bread, he walked to the front courtyard of the castle happily and was stopped by the servant.

Seeing Narant coming, he immediately asked carefully.

"Kenby Cow Dung, I remember last time you said you could swim?"

"Yes, my lord!" Kenby cow dung answered honestly!

"Very good, you wait first, and go to Doom Village with me later!"

Afterwards, Narant summoned Vivian's team of guards and led them straight to the Village of Doom.

When he came to Doom Village, Narant instructed Kenby Cow Dung to find ten robust villagers and start building a simple raft with logs.

In addition, I found a few skilled girls in the village to weave a dense net with strings brought by the castle.

When the sun went down, the fishing nets and rafts were finally made.

"Sir, why don't you let the youngest go alone! It's too dangerous for you to go!" Kempi Cow Dung stepped on the raft. Seeing that Narant was planning to go to sea with him in person, he couldn't help but persuade him.

"Don't be long-winded! I can swim too, your lord, it's getting dark! I have to catch the fish before it gets dark!" I had just experienced Vivian's dissuasion, and at this time I heard Kenby Cow Dung When he said that, Narant immediately froze.

If it weren't for the importance of slippery flying fish, he really didn't want to go out to sea on this simple raft.

"Yes, my lord!" Kenby Cowdung shrank his neck, and didn't dare to say any more, and began to row with the oars.

And Vivian and the other guards watched nervously as the raft left the shore.