The Sims Evolved from Goblins

Chapter 364 Armament Preparations

The next few days were as peaceful as ever.

Since expelling the demons, Li Meng has become the overlord of the Goblin Forest, Southern Wasteland and Troll Mountains.

The goblins' expansion in the forest has not stopped.

To the west to the Misty Mountains and to the south to the coastline, goblin tribes rise one after another.

The Goblin Forest is huge and can support millions of Goblins.

The number of goblins today is only over 300,000.

Half a month later, Iron Cave.

"Do you want to get the steam engine out?"

Standing beside the underground river bank, Li Meng looked at the scalding water and thought to himself.

The principle of the steam engine is simple.

There is still no problem in manufacturing a simple steam engine at the current industrial level.

"Forget it, let's improve the water power first."

Li Meng turned around and looked at the hot and jingling riverbank, thinking to himself.

The iron cave is very large, and water from the underground river continuously gushes out from its source.

If the water flow can be used effectively.

It can enhance the efficiency of steelmaking.

For example, human bellows can be replaced by water-powered bellows.

And hydraulic power can also be used to manufacture some large-scale casting equipment.

Once the large-scale molding equipment is available, some precision things can be made.

"With the development of technology, will goblins become another species, "goblins" in the future?"

This possibility exists.

Unless all goblins are replaced by alien goblins.

Otherwise, the wisdom of goblins cannot support the development of technology.

Li Meng has no interest in becoming a god of technology.

In this way, Li Meng plunged into the iron cave to study water conservancy projects.

Time passed little by little, day after day passed.

While Li Meng was preparing for the war, the humans on the border of the Principality of Ilysses were not idle either.

A large number of troops gathered towards the garrison fort.

Logistics resources from various border territories are continuously transported to the garrison fort.

At the call of the border lords, a large number of adventurers also poured into the garrison fort.

For adventurers, war is a good time to make a fortune.

Although there is a risk of death on the battlefield.

But as long as you survive, you can make a lot of money.

In the afternoon, Garrison Fort Earl's Mansion.

In the courtyard, in the pavilion.

Sandra, who was sitting at the stone table, looked at the flower garden outside with some absent-mindedness.

The approaching war made her increasingly uneasy.

She didn't know what was in store for her in the future.

Maybe in the future, she will lose even her current life.

Sandra looked down at her belly.

A trace of hatred and humiliation flashed in her eyes.

She had to do this, even if she died, she had to make the Goblin King disappear.

Otherwise she would live in its shadow her whole life.

I am anxious every day, waiting for it to be favored again.

She would never do anything like giving birth to a child for a goblin again.

"Madam, what are you thinking about?"

At this moment, a figure appeared outside the pavilion.

It was Morris in aristocratic robes.

He walked into the pavilion with a smile and sat down next to the lady.

Sandra took a deep breath and shook her head.

"My dear, has the marching route been determined?"

Morris shook his head with a headache.

"The best marching route is the Troll Mountains, but when it comes to oaths, this marching route is absolutely impossible."

"The march route to Goblin River is still under consideration."

"But the failure of Sword King Carlos made the border lords very unfavorable to this route."

"Although there is a river, it can reduce the pressure on logistics and transportation."

"But the river is not conducive to large army operations. Once the battle starts again in the Goblin River, the army will not be able to deploy effectively."

"The lords prefer to march from the land to the Goblin Forest."

Marching into the Goblin Forest from land?

The southern Troll Mountains in the border area are like a natural chasm that isolates the outside world.

There are only two routes leading to the Goblin Forest in the Principality of Ilysses.

One is the Windward Valley where the garrison is located.

The other one is the Goblin River.

If you want to find the third route, you must search in the Troll Mountains.

"I have issued a mission to the Adventurer's Guild. Many adventurers know the Troll Mountains better than we do. Maybe the adventurers can find another route across the Troll Mountains."

"My dear, is the time for the march determined?"

Morris shook his head.

"It takes some time to recruit an army. Many border lords rely too much on adventurers, thus wasting their armaments. Now the lords are stepping up their time to expand their armies and prepare for war. I gave them half a year."

"My lord, ma'am!"

Just then, a maid stopped outside the pavilion.

She put her hands on her belly, lowered her head and shouted.

The maid's voice caused the couple to stop talking.

Following the sound, he looked at the maid outside the pavilion.

"Come in!"

The maid hurried into the pavilion.

"Madam, there is your letter!"

letter?

Sandra took the letter from the maid with some confusion.

My mother just left, who would write to her?

Looking down, Sandra's pupils tightened.

The letter was signed "Gobmon".

Just its name.

"Madam, is it a letter from home?"

Lady Gloria just left not long ago.

It should be a letter from home reporting safety.

Sandra forced a smile and nodded.

"Yes, it was a letter from my father saying that my mother has returned home safely."

Sandra's parents are honorary nobles of Aubenro.

That is, nobles without territory.

Honorary nobles are generally adventurers.

It is a title granted by the king to recruit powerful adventurers.

With a slight smile, Morris stood up.

"It's still early, I have to go to the military camp to inspect, madam, I will be back later."

Sandra nodded absent-mindedly.

Without saying much, Morris turned around and strode away.

Looking at her husband's back as he left, Sandra lowered her head and opened the letter.

There was a piece of paper in the letter, and an ugly goblin was drawn on the paper.

There was nothing else.

Sandra knew that this was an invitation from the Goblin King.

Sandra clenched her fists, and the expression on her face changed.

How could Sandra not know what would happen if she accepted the invitation?

But could she not go?

The war was about to start, and she had to stabilize the Goblin King first.

If she broke off relations with the Goblin King now.

The Goblin King would surely come to the gates of the city.

She had to buy enough time for the coalition to stabilize the Goblin King.

That night, in the Earl's Mansion, in the restaurant.

Under the soft magic light, the Earl and his wife were having dinner.

"Dear, I have to go back to Abenro."

"Did something happen at home?"

Sandra nodded, hesitant to speak.

If she said her father was seriously ill, there was a risk of this lie being discovered.

So, she couldn't use her father's serious illness as an excuse.