The north wind is flying, and the snow-covered peaks in the distance are continuous in the sky. There is a gray-white mist that sticks to the sky, making people feel a little uncomfortable unconsciously.

If Mu Shaoan remembers correctly, this should be the remnant lineage that extends from the foggy mountains in the Middle Earth of the Lord of the Rings. Because it is covered with snow, it is also called the White Mountains or the White Mountains.

"It seems that the aristocratic family I was born in is really remote."

Sir Renn led the three hundred cavalry cavalry and chased north for forty or fifty miles in one breath. Except for a few orcs who were able to escape, the remaining orcs and most of the viruses were killed.

This is good news, but the bad news is that Mu Shaoan's previous judgment was wrong. There is no orc's nest nearby, or the orc's nest is in the White Mountains, which is the base camp there, and it is the place with the most viruses.

"Little town lord, this place is very unlucky."

The butchers obviously knew the situation in the world of the Lord of the Rings. At this time, they pointed to the white mountain range in the distance and said: "According to the map in the Rings, from here to west is the Linlai River, and a little further away is the famous Fagong Forest. In 23 years, Polomo, the son of the Regent of the Gondor Kingdom, will die there. As for now, it should be the time when the orcs are rampant. Most of these orcs have died in battle since the end of the Five Armies, and a small number of them have moved south. Some of them are in the Mist Mountains, but more of them gather near the white-robed wizard Saruman in the future. Or, now these orcs are already considered Saruman's subordinates."

"Looking at this large flat grassland, it's winter now, and I can't see any vitality. But if it comes to summer, the water and grass will definitely be abundant and rich. However, the lords and herdsmen of the Rohanate have all escaped from this place. The little town lord, your cheap dad and the cheap castle are probably the residents of the northernmost part of the Rohanate. No wonder we were attacked by the orcs on the first day of our birth. I think the castle you have spent a lot of growth points to exchange for will not be able to survive this winter, let alone the establishment of the Ring Guard Team."

The groom nodded at this time and said:

"Yes, there are still many viruses that have escaped just now. As long as they escape back to the White Mountains, they will soon lead more viruses and orc communities to come back. But then again, the little town lord, the subordinates you just summoned are very powerful, and I think they look familiar. Could it be that it isn't the Falcon Knight Renn in Pande's prophecy world?"

"It's that great-grandson, let's go back first. We have to make a long-term plan for this matter. If possible, we have to contact the Menglin Legion as soon as possible." Mu Shaoan withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

The Dreamlin Legion is the main legion entering the World of the Lord of the Rings. For teams like them, the layups must have had various plans to deal with unexpected accidents, and there will definitely be a very clear assembly place.

The night is dark and the bonfire is beating.

The simple castle was held a banquet that was different from each other. There was no way. This shabby castle, the cold winter, and the supplies were in short supply. Mu Shaoan emptied the castle's storage room in the name of the young city lord, and used gold coins to plunder all the storage of the castle residents in the winter, so he could barely get enough tonight's dinner.

Very embarrassed.

The 300 iron cavalry he summoned with military talismans were not paper men, but a living burly man, even the mount needed extremely rich food.

This is a very serious and realistic problem.

"Little town lord, why don't you follow us. Look at the noble status you exchanged for and an empty castle. What's the use? I bet that the assembly location of the Menglin Legion must be located in Gondor. Only Minas Tiris, who is rich in resources and is known as the most prosperous world of the Lord of Rings, can support millions of troops." The butcher chewed a large elbow and suggested loudly.

In their opinion, even if Mu Shaoan has 300 cavalry, he has no food and grass and cannot support it at all. Moreover, once the virus leads more orcs to rush out of the white mountains, it will be a disaster of destruction.

"How many growth points do you have in your hands?"

Mu Shaoan pondered for a while and then asked, in fact, if he chose the human race, 1,000 growth points would be more than enough, and he could even be born directly to the designated location.

For example, the Menglin Legion, as a team, their personal will must be lower than the team will. When they make those choices, the first thing they need to ensure is assemble. Only large-scale aggregation can they fight ten times the enemy.

But the butchers were born in this ghost place where rabbits don’t poop, so there must be some remaining growth points in their hands.

As soon as these words were said, the butchers and the other two looked embarrassed, and then shook their heads and said, "Little City Lord, growth points are precious. We do have surplus, but we cannot take them out. This thing can be exchanged for a lot of good things in the elves city or Minas Tiris city."

Mu Shaoan glanced at the three of them and said lightly: "I didn't say I wanted you to get growth points. I just wanted to tell you that killing the virus does not seem to have growth points, but after completing a battle, there are growth points to get. The higher the battle is completed, the richer the rewards will be. For example, I just got a total of 120 growth points in the battle."

"There is such a good thing?" The butchers' eyes lit up suddenly.

"The three of you have participated in the battle to defend the castle. I will give you 10 growth points each, I hope you won't be too little." Mu Shaoan continued to say slowly.

The butchers' eyes rolled for a while, and the groom asked with some advice, "Little Town Lord, how can I be qualified to launch a battle? What are the conditions I mean?"

"First of all, you must have a noble or royal family or king, so that you can be qualified to launch a battle. If you have a civilian status, even if five hundred civilians gather together and encounter a thousand viruses, it is not considered a battle. You won't really think that the choices you made before are meaningless? If my noble identity is not special and just a salted fish, what's the use of spending so many growth points?"

Mu Shaoan smiled slightly and said, this is the benefit of identity. Common people seem to be very free and have a lot of remaining points, but this world is based on royal power and nobles.

The right to speak and the right to judge are all in the hands of the nobles.

"Is the identity of an elf okay?" the tailor asked at this time.

"There are also civilians and nobles among the elves. Man, do you still remember the civilian female elf that Legolas likes?"

The butcher and the other three were silent. After a long time, the butcher still looked up and said, "But how do you solve the food and grass?"

"This is indeed a problem, so I want to ask the three of you to go to Odberg to buy supplies and gather a wave of friendly forces by the way. Don't forget that this has just begun. If we do not defend our own power to launch a battle at this stage, once we are displaced and chased by the virus, it will be too late to regret it. The role of growth points is not clear at the moment, but it is very precious. Three, should you set off overnight? Odberg is less than three hundred miles away from here, which is closer to Irados, the mountain in the capital of Rohan, and it also has rich resources. I think there will definitely be many like-minded friendly forces along the way, and success or failure is only a matter of thought." Mu Shaoan continued to say leisurely.

"Okay, give me one hundred cavalry, and the three of us set out overnight." The butcher said fiercely.

"Sorry, a sacred cavalry won't give you any. What I can give you is all the gold coins in this castle. Good luck."

"Little Town Lord, isn't this good?" the groom smiled bitterly, "The road is very dangerous."

"But I am even more dangerous here. You can still escape when you encounter danger. I don't even have a chance to escape. Everyone, be more decisive. The war is coming, and there is no room for bargaining." Mu Shaoan glanced at the butcher and said slowly.

"Okay! I came here with the idea of ​​fighting to the death. Boy, you'd better not let us down. We will return with supplies ten days later." The butcher threw away the chewing bones with a bang, pushed the door and walked into the darkness. The groom and the tailor hesitated for a few seconds, and bowed and left.

Mu Shaoan looked at their backs with a silent expression.

The bodies of fifty giant wolf were transported back and peeled and flesh were taken. The residents of this castle kept away from these evil beasts and did not eat them at all, so they burned them directly.

But Mu Shaoan didn't care, he had to feed his 300 cavalry.

Each of the giant wolf weighs more than 2,000 kilograms, and the wolf meat removed is enough to support it for a while.

"Sir, I just found that there were enemy scouts outside the castle. According to my guess, the enemy would not give up, so we have to prepare early."

Little Renn respectfully came to Mu Shaoan to report.

"What do you have?"

"Well, this, my subordinates think that we must recruit a group of farmers, seize the time to strengthen the city wall, and build traps outside the city wall. But in the end, our troops are still a little short of strength. If I have another five hundred cavalry, I can guarantee that within three hundred miles north of the castle, any enemy who dares to offend will be torn to pieces by us."

Mu Shaoan smiled bitterly. This is the problem. In the world of heroes in the Three Kingdoms, because it is a strategic farming model, it can be easily cut down trees and farming. The wheat ripens every fifteen days, and soldiers can recruit a lot of soldiers every day.

But in this world of the Lord of the Rings, everything has to be the same as normal. Not only does the fields harvest every year, but they are still very barren. If you throw a few kilograms of seeds down, you can recover fifty kilograms in autumn. That is a great joy.

The worst thing is that the food in the Territory Stone Space cannot be brought out.

This is a complete original hell mode.

In this case, the sea of ​​violent soldiers was simply a dream.

After sighing, Mu Shaoan summoned Tar, who was as fat as a pig, over.

"Boss, do you have instructions?"
Chapter completed!