Chapter 48 The Trend of the Jackal

It has been more than half a month since the Jackals left the Lake of Praying Stars and continued eastward.

During this period of time, the Lake of Praying Stars has resumed its usual busy life, improving the castle, cultivating farmland, building canals, digging salt mines, and patrolling the territory. Every knight under Weilin went about his or her own duties and completed the work in their hands conscientiously.

As a lord, Verin has not been idle either.

After fighting the Jackal, he deeply realized the shortcomings of his fighting skills.

Therefore, he made a strict work and rest plan for himself. In the morning, he dealt with the official affairs of the territory, in the afternoon he practiced with other knights, and in the evening he practiced fighting spirit, seizing every minute and every second to improve himself.

In late December, the personnel who performed the reconnaissance mission returned to the Lake of Praying Stars and brought the latest information about the Cardero Province to Weilin.

In the castle hall, the captain of the reconnaissance team, the low-level silver knight Mike, was respectfully reporting to Verin.

"My lord, there are five monster armies attacking the border of Cardro Province. Their targets are the border fortress Montas, the Lake of Praying Stars in our territory, and Avonmouth in the Yellow Sand Valley. Among them are the borders. Fortress Montas faces the largest number of monster alliances, with more than 30,000 monsters."

After Weilin heard this, he asked: "What is the current situation in the inland areas of the province?"

"It's very chaotic. It's very chaotic." Mike considered it for a moment before replying, "When faced with monster attacks, nobles from all over the country resolutely resisted, were defeated and fled, or even fled. Especially the closer to the provincial capital, this kind of The phenomenon becomes more obvious.”

"Haha, it seems that more than a hundred years of peace have worn away the bravery of some nobles." Weilin laughed and sneered at the performance of some nobles.

In this turmoil, I don’t know how many noble families in Cardero Province will have their territories taken back, or their title heirs will be replaced by their masters.

However, these meant little to him.

"What's the current situation of the group of jackals I asked you to focus on?"

"My Lord, the defeated group of remnants left the Lake of Praying Stars to the east and successively attacked several noble territories. It seems that they lacked strength, or they learned the lesson of attacking the castle. This group of gnolls only plundered the villages and towns around the castle. He left the nobles' castles alone and accumulated a lot of wealth."

"My subordinates returned this time because they learned that the Jackals were planning to circumnavigate the Lake of Praying Stars and return to the wilderness from the bedrock mountain more than 60 kilometers south of us, bringing with them the plundered wealth and population."

"The news is reliable." Verin suddenly became energetic, stared at Mike, and asked seriously.

"It's absolutely true. My subordinate captured a silver low-level Jackal clan leader and learned the news from him."

Weilin looked thoughtful, wondering if the other party would change direction because of this.

Mike stood aside and waited quietly.

"The specific time."

"The information obtained from the jackal shows that the approximate time should be early January, but the specific time is not known."

"Take your people and continue to conduct reconnaissance. If there is any situation, report to me immediately."

"Yes, my lord."

After waiting for Mike to leave, Verin came to the map and looked at several areas around the Lake of Praying Stars.

He was also unsure whether the Jackal leader would change his mind temporarily and leave elsewhere when he learned that his men had disappeared.

If we hurriedly lead a large force to Bedrock Mountain to ambush in advance, would we lose more than we gain?

"Wait for a while, don't make any decisions now."

Afterwards, Verin asked Baird to mobilize the territorial army and be ready to set off, waiting for his instructions at the specific time.

……

In a village in Cardro Province, the one-armed jackal Rogers was holding a roasted beef leg, chewing it and looking calmly into the room.

"Chief, in these more than twenty days of plundering, we have robbed more wealth than we can count. The number of strong human slaves captured alone is more than 10,000." The leader of the jackal clan sitting below was playing with his hands. of gold coins, he said excitedly.

"Chief, do you want to go eastward next? I heard that the further east you go, the richer the human nobles are and the more good things they have." The leader of a jackal clan with a scar on his face took this opportunity and asked tentatively. .

At this time, Logos noticed something was wrong. He carefully counted his men below and asked, "Where did Daolago go?"

After hearing this, the jackals below looked at me and I looked at you, all with question marks on their faces.

"Someone is coming."

Looking at this bunch of trash, Rogers said with a gloomy expression.

Immediately, two tall jackals entered the room and knelt on the ground, waiting for orders.

"Go and bring Daolago's tribe here."

"Yes, leader."

After a while, several dirty gnolls were brought here, waiting for Rogers' questioning.

"Where is your clan leader?"

A jackal crawled on the ground and replied respectfully: "Dear leader, our clan leader went out to rob three days ago and has not returned to the camp yet."

"In other words, your clan leader has not returned for three days, and I, the leader, don't know any news."

The gnolls lying on the ground were trembling with fear. Thinking back to the clan members who had been executed inexplicably for more than 20 days, they began to pray for the protection of Gollelik, the gnoll god.

"Drag it out and bake it."

After hearing this, several Jackal men collapsed on the ground and were forcibly dragged out by several Jackal guards.

The other gnoll clan leaders lowered their heads one after another, not daring to make any sound.

Since the leader lost an arm, his temper has become increasingly violent, and he often kills his tribesmen to vent his anger.

Rogers looked around. Wherever he looked, no wolf dared to look at him.

"Two weeks later, the return journey will begin as planned."

"Yes, leader."

Not a single gnoll objected, and they all responded loudly to show that they had no objection.

……

On the night of January 9721, 1, Weilin did not practice for the first time, but lay in bed and waited quietly.

Tonight, according to his previous guess, fate will tell him new news.

Soon, the time came to eight o'clock, and the pleasant voice sounded again, bringing him valuable news.

[Seven days later, a legendary magician from the starry sky will fall here in the Gray Mist Mountain north of the Lake of Prayer for Stars. If you save her, you will be protected by him for thirty years. 】

"Legendary magician." Weilin sat up suddenly, his face full of surprise, "What can I do to save her."

The next moment, he realizes he has something to save a legendary mage.

However, he received news during the day that the gnolls had already set off to return to the Gray Mansions Wasteland, and were preparing to leave the Cardero Province from the south, just like the previous exploration.

“North and South cannot be balanced, a trade-off must be made.”

Weilin's face was very complicated. On the one hand, he wanted to obtain a huge amount of materials, which could further develop the territory, and on the other hand, he wanted to gain the friendship of the legendary magician, but he could only get thirty years of protection.

"If that's the case, then so be it."

Soon, Weilin had a clear answer in his mind.