From Wild Mage to Wizard King

The maximum capacity of Fortress No. 3 is only about 30,000 people, but Roland brought 50,000 troops.

Therefore, after repeated consideration, Roland transferred an auxiliary corps to Fortress No. 3 to garrison Fortress No. 3, and the remaining corps each built several barracks outside the city to accommodate soldiers.

Afterwards, Roland settled down in Fortress No. 3.

Although he learned about the situation of the nearby greenskin tribes from the two guard officers, Roland was not in a hurry to clear these greenskin tribes, but focused on various preparations before the war.

The first thing to bear the brunt is naturally the food problem.

Although Roland and Hela brought a lot of food in their space bracelets, plus the food originally stored in Fortress No. 3, Roland did not have to worry about the food problem of the army for at least the first three months, but it was not Roland's habit to wait for the mountain to be eaten up.

Therefore, on the second day after entering the city, Roland sent people to start arranging the tools for making meals, preparing to use local materials and the forest near Fortress No. 3 to produce food cakes to ease the consumption of food.

After all, there are not many idle people in Fortress No. 3, and the number of militiamen that can be mobilized for food production is limited. Therefore, relying solely on meal making will definitely not solve the food problem. Food still needs to be transported from the rear, but it is better to have output than nothing.

Moreover, if the food is insufficient, the legion soldiers can be mobilized to urgently produce a batch of emergency food.

In addition to food, Roland also sent out reconnaissance teams in all directions, asking them to conduct detailed investigations on the surrounding greenskin tribes based on the intelligence provided by the two officers.

Therefore, Roland quietly hid in Fortress No. 3 for ten days, dealing with trivial matters while preparing for war.

Only after completing all pre-war preparations and collecting and drawing maps did Roland move again.

In order to catch as many nearby greenskin tribes as possible, Roland and Hela each led three legions to clear and hunt all nearby greenskin tribes separately.

On the wall of Fortress No. 3, Sherik and Lugo watched the army split into two sides and left in their sight.

Lugo sighed as he looked at the back figure disappearing in front of him.

"It's only been a few days since we arrived. You haven't rested for long. Why are you in such a hurry to clear out the greenskins?"

On the side, Sherik shrugged and said casually.

"After all, there are only some greenskin tribes here. Do you think they can't beat a group of greenskin tribes?"

"That's right."

Lugo nodded and responded.

Then, after he saw a few legion soldiers patrolling by, he immediately pulled Sherik beside him. The two of them shut up and pretended to patrol.

Although according to their experience, if there are greenskins coming to attack the city, the movement will be very loud and can be seen from a long distance, so there is no need to patrol so seriously.

However, this group of legion soldiers who were placed on the wall by Roland and took on some responsibilities thought so, and each of them was very conscientious.

Although Roland had no requirements for these guards who did not belong to him, as long as they were on the city wall, seeing these legion soldiers so dedicated, they felt embarrassed to slack off and would patrol a little.

After the legion soldiers passed by and disappeared from their sight, Sherik and Lugo returned to their original state.

Sherik looked at the direction where the legion soldiers left and couldn't help but sighed.

"This group of soldiers is really dedicated, and their strength is also very good. I don't know how they were trained."

"Who knows, maybe it's some kind of witchcraft effect?"

Lugo shrugged and said.

"Anyway, this must be his secret. Remember not to ask around. Don't die in the hands of the greenskins instead of dying in the hands of your own people because of this kind of thing."

Sherik rolled his eyes and replied unhappily.

"Of course I know. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Inside the forest, in a small tribal camp, green-skinned orcs of all sizes were beating each other, and all kinds of messy things were thrown around the camp at random.

Leftover broken bones, various furs, tattered tools, various filth made of unknown ingredients, and colorful sewage floating on the filth.

At the outermost edge of the tribe, a strong green-skinned orc stood up slowly after defecating. He casually grabbed a small green-skinned orc passing by him.

Ignoring the squeaking of the small green-skinned orc, he wiped it with the back of the small green-skinned orc, and then threw the small green-skinned orc covered with filth with a look of disgust.

The small green-skinned orc drew a graceful arc and hit a group of green-skinned orcs directly, splashing all kinds of smelly things, and the green-skinned orcs around him ran away in disgust.

The dirty little greenskin screamed, he got up, looked around, and quickly found a nearby sewage pit and jumped in.

After washing in the disgusting sewage, the little greenskin with a different skin color climbed out of the puddle with a happy face, ran to his nearest companion with great interest, and joined in.

Just when the greenskin tribe was peaceful, outside the tribal camp, after confirming from the sentinel that all the greenskins from the greenskin tribe had returned from hunting, Roland gave the order to attack.

On all sides of the greenskin tribe camp, the legion soldiers who surrounded the camp began to tighten the encirclement.

Just like the greenskin coalition that besieged Fortress No. 3 before, this greenskin tribe was also defenseless. It was not until the legion soldiers came to them that they reacted and began to resist in a mess.

The result of clearing the greenskin tribe was naturally no surprise. The legion soldiers easily slaughtered the entire greenskin tribe.

In less than ten minutes, except for the only greenskin priest that Roland asked not to kill, all the rest, whether tall and strong greenskin soldiers or newly born, young and ignorant greenskins, were ruthlessly killed by them.

Finally, this greenskin priest who had his limbs chopped off, his ears pierced, his eyes dug out, his tongue pulled out, and all his mobility disabled, was sent to Roland by a first-level knight.

Looking at the greenskin priest who was twisting his body in pain, Roland stretched out his hand, and a prepared fourth-level spell quickly covered it.

Fourth-level spell—time and space blockade.

As the spell took effect, the time on the struggling greenskin priest stopped flowing, and his body was fixed.

A living greenskin specimen appeared in Roland's hand.

Then, Roland took out the box he had prepared in advance.

The first-level knight who was holding it stuffed the greenskin priest into the box, and after closing the box, he moved everything away along with the entire box.