Chapter 48: Jackal Movements

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, Qixing Lake resumed its usual busy life, improving the castle, cultivating farmland, building canals, digging salt mines, and patrolling the territory. Every knight under Weilin performed 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 gnolls, 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 on the reconnaissance mission returned to the Lake of Praying Stars and brought the latest intelligence on 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, our territory's Lake of Praying Stars, and Avonmouth in the Yellow Sand Valley. Among them are the border 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 thought about it for a while and replied, "Nobles from all over the country resisted resolutely when attacked by monsters, 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 chuckled 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 the 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 ignored the nobles' castles and accumulated a lot of wealth."

"My subordinates returned this time because they learned that the Jackals were planning to circumnavigate the Lake of Prayer for 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.

"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, 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 that 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 gloomily.

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 personality has become more and more violent, and he would kill his people to vent his anger.

Rogers looked around, and no wolf dared to look him in the eye.

"Two weeks later, we will start the return journey according to the original plan."

"Yes, leader."

No jackal objected, and they all answered loudly to show that they had no objection.

...

On the night of January 1, 9721, Weilin did not practice for the first time, but lay on the 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 in the Gray Mist Mountain north of the Praying Star Lake. Saving her will gain the other party's protection for thirty years. 】

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

The next moment, he found that he had something that could save a legendary magician.

However, he received news during the day that the gnolls had set off to return to the Gray Wasteland, and as they had explored before, they were preparing to leave the Cardero Province from the south.

"You can't take care of both the north and the south, you must make a choice."

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

"In that case, let's do it."

Soon, Weilin had a clear answer in his mind.

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