Mount & Blade: Wind of War

After the battle to annihilate the Flame Horned Demon, the White Stone Fortress was completely owned by the Lonely Mountain Castle.

Next, the army began to confiscate property, tie up and discipline the new slaves.

Rhodes rode on his warhorse and walked leisurely, tapping the system screen casually. Among the two spoils of war today, he actually got a good thing:

[Horn Helmet]

[Classic war tool of the ancient orcs. ]

[Enchantment effect:]

[Courage blessing: Strength +2, Intelligence -2. Personal courage blessing: cast courage spell on the target. ]

"This, it seems that it is not suitable for anyone, right? Fatis? He is not short of courage, Raymond? His intelligence is already low enough."

"For my own use? My Lord increases intelligence, and the intelligence attribute is also very helpful for me to cultivate the holy light energy. The gain is not worth the loss."

"Lord."

At this time, the infantry general Resarit came over. He obviously had something to report to Rhodes at this time.

"What's wrong, Resarit?"

"My Lord, that old thing, should we find an opportunity..." Before he finished speaking, Resarit gently stroked his neck with his fingers.

"Let's keep it for now. I also know that it will not be on the same side with us, but with this guy, we have a target to keep an eye on. If we kill it now, the ancient orcs will secretly elect a new leader again, but at that time we may not know who it is."

In the wilderness, in a tribe like the ancient orcs, an ancient orc can live to old age, which means that its status in the tribe must be not low.

But no matter how wise and powerful the old man is when he is young, he will often miss his young son when he is old. This is almost a common problem of intelligent creatures.

The stronger the emotion, the greater the flaw. As long as there is attachment, he will be hesitant and will weigh and compromise.

And these are exactly what Rhodes needs as a ruler.

In the underground secret room of the White Stone Fortress, there are a lot of food and weapons reserves from the Hoffman Empire. The old orc tried to hide it, but was discovered by Resarit, so Resarit wanted to kill it.

However, it was no secret to Rhodes that the power of the Hoffman Empire reached the wilderness.

In fact, this is what any force with a keen strategic sense of smell will do. Unfortunately, the Hoffman Empire has this sense of smell, but the human camp does not.

Rhodes rode his horse to the house at the corner of the town that was almost burned, and frowned slightly. Although nothing can be seen now, the residual energy field here at this moment still makes the holy light and fighting spirit in his body accelerate slightly, almost in an instinctive state of combat readiness.

"This ancient orc force has received support and funding from the Hoffman Empire. I can understand all of this, but what happened to that demon just now?"

"... It's hard to guess like this. Once I subdue that demon, I should be able to get more information."

After leaving 40 Rhodok crossbowmen at the White Stone Fortress, Rhodes led a large army and slaves back to Lonely Mountain Castle.

The harpy witch Magna, the ruler of the Mountain Fortress, just wanted to maintain her slave rule. When the harpies in the Mountain Fortress multiplied, some of them would be expelled to ensure the elite of the tribe.

However, Rhodes' development model is different. He is not going to be the king of the mountain in the wilderness. Hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people are not enough for him.

After the magic frenzy in the wilderness gradually disappears, with Lonely Mountain Castle as the center, the entire area of ​​​​power radiation will inevitably be fully developed and become more suitable for intelligent creatures to live.

With Lonely Mountain Castle as the center, other regional nodes cannot be managed.

In less than half a month, two consecutive foreign wars were won.

And each time they brought back more slaves and more supplies, so when they saw the ancient orc slaves with strong ropes tied around their wrists entering the city, the people of Lonely Mountain Castle once again fell into a sea of ​​carnival.

The generals and warriors who returned to the city were all given the highest courtesy.

Even caravans from other places have begun to trade slaves in Lonely Mountain Castle:

How many gold coins for an ancient orc slave, how many gold coins for a wild boar slave.

"Don't just focus on making money, slaves must be managed properly, Moken, Radshi, you two are mainly responsible for this matter. If a slave riot occurs and civilians are killed, I will hold you accountable."

"Please rest assured, my lord, I have been a slave all my life, and no one is more familiar with the skills here than me. Don't worry, you can hold me accountable if anything happens." In the meeting room, the old man Radshi stood up and stroked his chest and said to Rodshi, looking very confident.

"Well, don't be so sure. I made you no longer a slave, so I don't want to make you a slave again."

"My lord, that won't happen."

"Well, what about Elder Nicolte? Has he set off to recruit grassland elves?"

"Yes, my lord. Elder Nicolte set off two days ago. According to the time, he should be here soon. In addition, my lord, this is a brocade robe that Mother Urmit and I have woven for you and Miss Kress. Please take some time to take a look."

As Janice spoke, she carefully presented a wooden tray with an exquisite silk fabric neatly placed on it.