Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On the plain, more than ten thousand knights marched like a tidal wave, the sound of horse hooves echoed across the earth, the clash of armors boosted the morale of the soldiers like war drums, and the flags sounded in the wind.

"Captain, there are still more than thirty kilometers away from Luoyunpo." A low-level soul knight came to the side of Maid Monkey, the leader of the 16th Silver Knights, and said.

Medmondch looked up into the distance and ordered: "Kadeqi, go notify the forward troops to slow down."

"Yes, Captain."

Kadiqi replied and walked forward.

Outside Luoyun Slope, Weilin and more than a hundred knights stopped on a low hill, looking into the distance, waiting for the arrival of the 16th Silver Knights.

"Lord, here we come." Kyle opened his eyes and said.

Weilin nodded after hearing this. He also sensed that a large group of knights were approaching Luoyun Slope twenty kilometers away.

Ten minutes later, several kilometers away, the figures of more than a thousand knights gradually appeared in the field of vision, approaching like dark clouds. A majestic momentum came towards them, and the military flag belonging to the 16th Silver Knights fluttered in the air. .

"Over the years, under the leadership of Uncle Medmonkey, the Sixteenth Silver Knights have made great progress!" Looking at the momentum of more than a thousand knights, Verin couldn't help but sigh.

After hearing this, Kyle nodded in agreement.

Compared with more than thirty years ago, the strength of these knights has indeed reached a higher level.

As time passed, more than ten thousand knights of the 16th Silver Knights arrived at the foot of the hill and lined up in order.

Looking into the distance, more than 16,000 knights had firm faces and blazing eyes, showing unparalleled confidence.

In the knight formation, Medmonkey led the 16th Silver Knights towards the hill.

After a few minutes, we reached the top of the hill.

The two sides looked at each other, then dismounted and walked towards each other.

Verin opened his arms and stepped forward to give Medmonkey a big hug.

"Uncle Medmonkey, we haven't seen each other for nearly thirty years since Aunt Flora's wedding."

Medmonchi didn't care about Verin's title, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, and you have already become an earl, and you are still a god-given earl."

"It's just a small achievement." Weilin said modestly, but the pride between his brows was not concealed.

Seeing this, Medmonkey followed the topic with a few compliments. He laughed heartily when he saw the boy's embarrassed expression.

After chatting, Verin asked: "Uncle Medmonchi, how long are you planning to stay in Cardro Province this time?"

"Leave after the war is over." Medmonchi heard this and said with some regret, "Compared to Lensa Province, Cardero Province is not that important."

"Besides, haven't you noticed that this province has become your private territory?"

"Is there any?" Weilin asked with some confusion.

"Forget it, it seems that you haven't received the news yet." Medmondch looked at Verin's expression that didn't seem to be hypocritical, and explained, "As far as I know, in three years, the royal family is going to be stationed in Cardiff. His Excellency Tempuel Silvis, the provincial capital of Dro Province, was transferred back to the royal capital."

"It is expected that within five years, the border military towns in Cardero Province will be abolished and the border security tasks will be assigned to local nobles to offset tax obligations."

"Pay taxes?" Weilin heard this unfamiliar word, turned to look at Kyle, and asked with some confusion, "Has Qixing Ling ever paid taxes?"

"Yes." Kyle nodded and replied, "The eight-year border war, the war for the Grand Duke of the Principality of Bogonghan to seize the throne, the seven-year war between the kingdom and the dwarves, the expedition to the Metagoa plane, plus three years of tax exemption for your promotion to baron. , the promotion to Viscount is tax-free for five years, the promotion to Earl is tax-free for ten years, Qi Xingling has paid military taxes for eighty years. "

"That is to say, in the next thirty-five years, the Qixing Leader will no longer have to pay taxes." Weilin confirmed.

Seeing this, Kyle nodded and replied: "Yes, Lord."

Medmonchi heard the exchange between the two and couldn't help but ask: "Weilin, your focus seems to be a little different."

"Uncle Medmonchi, I know what you want to say." Verin showed a clear look and replied, "The royal family transferred His Excellency Tempel Silvis back to the capital because there is a new The legend will take his place."

"Is there such a thing?" Medmonkey looked at Verin with some surprise on his face.

Weilin laughed and replied: "Uncle Medmonkey, there are some things that we can't talk about now. You will know about it later."

"Come on, I've brought a lot of good wine this time. I'll be waiting for you."

Seeing this situation, Medmonchi gave up his pursuit and headed to Luoyunpo Camp with Weilin.

At night, Weilin was very drunk, and with the help of Kyle, he returned to the camp to rest.

At the banquet venue, Medmonchi took a sip from the wine glass and said to Kadiqi: "The wine is very good, but this guy's drinking capacity is not good!"

Kadiqi picked up the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and then said: "Haha, father-in-law, it's not like you don't understand Weilin. His drinking capacity is extremely poor."

"That's true."

Medmonkey smiled and shook his head, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with his son-in-law.

The two drank and chatted until late at night.

The next morning, Weilin sat up from the bed, rubbed his head, and muttered to himself: "I can't drink so much next time."

After a moment of relief, Weilin left the camp, washed up, and went to inspect the army.

Half a month later, news came back from sentry towers scattered hundreds of kilometers away that several armies of monster clans were approaching the border of Cardero Province.

After learning the news, tens of thousands of troops marched westward in an orderly manner from the Luoyunpo Camp, with the Third Battalion of the First Corps of the Cardro Corps as the vanguard, pulling a march of tens of kilometers.

In the west of the Madeira Plains, five armies of monster clans gathered here, and hundreds of monster clan leaders gathered in tents made of monster skins.

A low-level tauren warrior with a soul walked out of the queue and saluted the dragon commander who was sitting on top: "Banu Ketien of the Furious Tauren Clan pays homage to Commander Archibald."

The dragon commander looked majestic and asked: "How many troops arrived on the Madeira Plain on the first route."

"Commander, the first army has 5,000 fury warriors, 8,000 lizard warriors, and 20,000 black blood rat warriors. We have collected 150,000 goblin slaves and 20,000 kobold slaves, which can supply our army for six months. Military ration supply.”

"sit."

"Yes, Commander."

Tien bowed his head and thanked him, then returned to his left side and sat down.

Immediately afterwards, a red-haired gnoll walked out of the queue, bowed his head in salute, and replied loudly: "The fifth Karan of the North Plains gnoll clan - Rorik North Plains met with Commander Archibald."

"We have 5,000 Northern Plains Gnoll warriors and 20,000 Gnoll soldiers in our unit. During the march, we gathered 100,000 Goblin slaves and 30,000 Kobold slaves, which can supply the army with food for five months."

The dragon commander nodded with satisfaction and said, "Sit down."

"Yes, Commander."

When the red-haired jackals returned to the queue, a short black blood rat man walked out of the queue and began to report...