Chapter 373 Interpretation of the Sheepskin Map (Part )

A month later, the person he had been waiting for returned.

"My Lord, after my comparison, I have a rough understanding of the marks on this map." Kyle walked to the desk, unfolded the sheepskin map, and said excitedly.

"The triangular symbol represents the map scale of this area on a scale of one to ten thousand."

"The map scale of a square area is one to one thousand."

"The place marked with a five-pointed star looks like a mountain, but actually it represents a plain."

Listening to Kyle's words, Weilin's head was a little hard to turn around.

It's not that his explanation was unclear, but the symbols were too hard to believe.

"The place represented by the broken sword is not a river, but a passage hidden underground."

"Although this bold road represents a road and is also within the triangle symbol area, the ratio it represents is not one to ten thousand, but one to twenty thousand."

"There is also this location, which is marked with the symbol of a treasure chest. It ultimately represents a stone mountain, but there is a symbol of a hammer underneath. The handle of the hammer points to the northwest, but the real resource point is sixty kilometers southeast."

"Wait, leave me alone."

Weilin rubbed his temples and stared at the sheepskin map, becoming more and more confused.

However, he had to admire the wisdom of the dwarf Marquis Darragh.

In comparison, Kyle's wisdom is beyond comparison.

In less than a month, based on actual investigation, 90% of the information on this map was deciphered.

"Come on, my great hero, sit down and rest first."

Weilin pushed Kyle to his seat, took out the tea he had received from his third uncle, and poured it for Kyle himself.

Kyle did not refuse and slowly tasted the tea in his hand.

"My Lord, there are more than two hundred resource points on this map. How are you going to deal with them?"

"There are too many resource points, and our mining time is not long, no more than two years at most." Welin thought for a while and said to Kyle, "My idea is to get even rain and dew, and give a quarter to Commander Bulborn, Lord Medmunch and my third uncle Bamond, they gave another quarter to the other four legion commanders, and left some of the remaining half for the nobles, and the rest We eat it all ourselves.”

"As for the manpower for mining, it is easy to solve. If the plan goes well, we will have no shortage of qualified miners. If not, then we will eat less and subcontract it to other legions, and we will collect a portion of the profit."

According to the current time, the trade between the centaurs and the dwarves has been interrupted, but the battle with the gray-skinned goblins is still going on, and weapons must be needed.

In the original plan, Verin planned to sell the dwarf weapons captured on the battlefield to make extra money. Now, as the plan changed, he fell in love with the gray-skinned goblin.

The premise is that the centaur takes the bait and actively comes to trade with him. If that doesn't work, then adopt the second plan, outsource it to other legions and collect part of the profit yourself.

However, Weilin decided to wait for half a month, and when there was no movement after half a month, he started to take action.

……

The area where gray-skinned goblins gather, called Black Yao Mountain, is densely covered with more than 65,000 tents.

In a large tent, Rodis Duskhammer, one of the branches of the Twilight Hammer clan, one of the thirteen clans chosen by the centaur god, the Khan of the Blihan clan, and the co-chief of the Centaur tribe, Rodis Twilight Hammer, was playing with the token token in his hand, thinking in his heart Having trouble making up your mind.

Three hundred thousand human troops occupied the northern area where they gathered, killing tens of thousands of centaurs. More than 100,000 centaurs were forced to migrate to the southwest, forming a chain reaction. More and more tribesmen migrated further southwest. Exacerbating their food supply problem.

In addition, the war between them and the gray-skinned goblins is reaching its most critical moment. The weapon loss rate is intensifying, and the inventory of weapons exchanged from the dwarves is exhausted. We must continue to replenish weapons, otherwise this war will They are bound to fail.

However, humans' "reputation" for cunning and cunning made Rodis suspect that this was a trap.

Although dwarves are sometimes capricious and like to take advantage of others, the items they trade are genuine and there is no deception at all.

"Khan, Chief Surilun wishes to see you."

There was a sound outside the camp, interrupting Rodis' thinking.

"Let him in."

The curtain was lifted, and a gold-level centaur archer entered the tent, crossed his hands on his chest, and saluted Rodis: "Great Chief."

"Sulilun, what do you want from me?" Rodis raised his horse's legs, stood up straight on all four legs, looked straight at the centaur shooter, and asked in a deep voice.

"Great Chief, according to reports from my soldiers, a large number of gray-skinned goblins have gathered two hundred kilometers west of Heiyao Mountain, numbering no less than 200,000."

"These damn worms have killed so many, and there are still such a huge number." Rodis had an angry expression on his face, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

During their heyday, the Centaurs had a population of only over 500,000. After the bloody massacre by the dwarves, only about 360,000 were left.

In order to compete for living space, he summoned all the centaur warriors, gathered an army of 130,000, and went south to attack the gray leather goblins and seize the living land.

Unfortunately, he missed the number of gray-skinned goblins. This group of worm-like creatures had a population that was ten times that of their heyday, with a racial population exceeding five million.

Although his warrior limit is high, he cannot withstand the consumption of these gray-skinned goblins.

"How many people are there in the camp?" Rodis asked, suppressing his inner anger.

After hearing this, Su Lilun lowered his head and replied: "Great Chief, there are still three thousand warriors in the Heiyao Mountain camp, twelve thousand centaur warriors, twenty thousand centaur archers, and thirty thousand young centaurs."

"What's the condition of the weapons?"

"In order to support the battle in the southwest, the troops left behind in Heiyao Mountain have less than 40% iron weapons, less than 30,000 iron arrows in stock, and only 200,000 bone arrows left."

"In terms of armor, the three thousand warriors have a full set of armor at their disposal. Only one-third of the other warriors wear leather armor, and the rest only use crude animal skins for self-defense. It basically has no defensive effect and only has the function of keeping warm."

"Is this all left?"

Rodis' eyes widened in disbelief.

He remembered that he had just purchased 5,000 sets of customized armor, 8,000 long knives, 200,000 iron arrows, and 3,000 tons of food from the dwarves half a year ago. He spent 6,000 intermediate magic crystals, calculated in human terms. , but why are goods worth 30 million gold coins consumed so quickly.

"Great Chief, there are too many of those despicable worms, and the weapons are wearing out very quickly. If it weren't for General Yamos's strategy, the weapon consumption would be even faster." Suli Lun said with a bitter smile.

"Ugh--"

Rodis felt that he had failed as a great chief. Since he killed his uncle and took over thirty years ago, the number of tribesmen had dropped sharply, and they had suffered a disaster that was rare in a hundred years.