Lord Borugan is not called Lord Borugan, but his full name is Lord Borugan. This name suits him very well, he seems to be born with this material. Brakada used to be just a small boy on the border.
It was just a small inn, but under his management it actually developed into a sizable town within a few years. He also went from being the smallest official, about as big as the velvet on a chicken feather, to becoming the manager of a town.
Lord Polugan is very troubled now. He is sitting on the big chair with his hands on his big head in a daze.
The caravan disguised by the thief had already set off for a month. Mr. Borugan stood in front of the checkpoint and watched them set off. He saw Asa and Xiaoyi also dressed as businessmen mingling among them.
It takes about twenty days to walk west from Bracada to cross the wild highlands to reach the western countries, but this is only the narrowest section at the southern end of the highlands. To the north, it is surrounded by the Lizard Swamp and the Sandface Mountains.
There is still a large area of land. However, there are no resources or ruins worth exploring there. It is just a wasteland scattered with woods and hills and wild beasts roaming around. After the imperial army swept away the orc tribes a few years ago, it was basically a wasteland.
No one has set foot in it. If the orcs really want to build a city-state, then the most likely place is there. In terms of time, they should have arrived.
What is the situation there? Is it really a more rational country? So what attitude will the orcs have towards the empire that has been raiding them? He hopes that Asa can come back soon. Although it is unlikely,
But I hope that the news brought back will bring a change in the upcoming war.
Footsteps came from the corridor. It must have been several people, because someone was shouting, but only the sound of one footstep could be heard. This voice solemnly covered all the footsteps in its own majestic atmosphere. The steps were very big, and they landed on the ground.
It was very loud, and it was a very heavy and steady muffled sound. From this footsteps, you can hear the huge physique and momentum of the person.
Lord Borugan sighed, what was supposed to come would eventually come, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
The door was pushed open, or it should be said that it was knocked open. As soon as the two doors were opened, they immediately hit the wall with a bang, and a huge body appeared in the room.
If someone doesn't know how to write the word mighty, just look at this person and he will know it immediately. This person seems to be transformed from the concept of mighty, from the tip of his hair to the heel of his feet.
Every part is full of the mighty and ferocious aura of a soldier. A head of golden hair overflows from the helmet and is mixed with the same golden beard. The traces of vicissitudes and scars on the face are mixed together and are indistinguishable from each other, as if
It was war, not time, that made this man grow old. His huge body, which was a head taller than an ordinary person and a shoulder wider, wore a modified steel armor. Only the important parts of the body were protected, while other parts were completely exposed, like rocks.
There are scars on the muscles like knives and axes. Hanging on his waist are two double-edged axes that are difficult for ordinary people to lift.
Lord Borugan waved to the people from the city hall who were following him and asked them to go out. This man barged in without saying a word, and they didn't even try to stop him. Lord Borugan stood up and nodded.
: "Hello, General Sanders."
"I'm not good." General Sanders stared at Lord Borugan directly. "I came from the southern border two thousand miles away and killed ten fast horses. I was very tired and in a very unhappy mood, so I
not good."
"Then where are your troops? Do you want to take a rest first..."
The general looked really tired, but even the tired lion was full of domineering and evil spirit. "I've already told you: I'm not good. I just want you to stop saying those polite nonsense."
Lord Borugan nodded. He had been dealing with the general since he took over the inn here ten years ago. He was very familiar with the general's temper and knew that in this situation it was best to follow his instructions.
of doing.
"Do you know why I came here in such a hurry?"
"have no idea."
"Because I heard some strange rumors about the wild highlands to the west. I heard that an orc city-state is being built there."
"I know."
"Then do you know that Captain Sanders of the Holy Knights recruited mercenaries in your city half a year ago?"
"I know."
"Then do you know why he wanted to recruit mercenaries?" the general kept asking, his voice getting deeper with each question.
"I don't know." Lord Polugan seemed to be able to say only these few words.
"Did you hear anything about him or his troops afterwards?"
"No."
"No?" The general's two flame-shaped eyebrows burned into a ball in the middle, and his voice was like a beast roaring. "Then do you know what that army is going to do?"
"have no idea."
"The leader of the Holy Knights and I secretly assigned him to go to the western wasteland to detect the movements of the orcs. However, I did not receive any news from them in half a year, and now I heard that the orcs have established a trap in the highlands.
City-state." The general's voice sounded like a lion roaring. "The last letter I received only said that you refused to lend him your soldiers, so he had to recruit mercenaries here. And in this way
The team members disappeared around your town, and you didn’t know anything.” The general stared at Lord Polugan’s face and asked word by word. “Explain to me what is going on.”
Lord Borugan took a deep breath and explained slowly and logically: "Chief Sanders didn't tell me what mission he was going to perform. He just asked me to lend him the escort team in the city, but he didn't
There were no relevant documents, so I did not hand over the troops to him. He gathered the soldiers he brought and the mercenaries he recruited, and they entered the depths of the wild highlands. It was too far away, so there was no contact with us at all.
. I thought they later returned to the empire from other places, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. As for the matter of the orcs establishing a city-state... I only heard about it recently."
The general stared at Lord Borugan in silence for a while and asked: "Just because you don't have that document, you refuse to hand over the troops to him? You should know that the captain of the Paladin Corps has a much higher rank than you, and what else?
Things are more important than military missions related to national security?".
Lord Borugan said: "No matter what mission he said he wanted to perform, if there is no formality, it is just a personal request. I cannot just hand over the troops to others just because of my official position. I must maintain local security. I am
Magistrate of this town."
With a bang, the ax that was still hanging on the general's waist had hit the desk, and the table made of fine wood collapsed completely. "You are an official!" The general seemed to want to use his voice to blow away the people in front of him.
The dwarf was torn to pieces. "If we soldiers hadn't been fighting on the front lines, you dog officers wouldn't have been able to play with power in the back. It's all thanks to us soldiers that the people on the border don't have to suffer from the intrusion of those orcs.
Only then can the trade route to the west be smooth and unobstructed. Do you know that the prosperity and wealth of you people were obtained with the lives of our soldiers? But it is because of the obstruction of these dog officials like you who only know power that I was kidnapped.
Since he couldn't come over from the damn south, he had to recruit some mercenaries to conduct reconnaissance. However, there was no news for half a year, and those orcs established a city-state next to our empire..."
The ax only hit the center of the desk, but the entire table was shattered even to the bottom corner, as if it was just a decoration made of flour. Lord Borugan looked at the ax in front of his nose,
As long as the impact point of this thing moves forward one foot, it will be mixed with the sawdust on the ground, and sweat is already flowing down his chin.
The general stared at him, murderous intent and grief turning in his eyes, and finally returned to the depths of his eyes. He slowly retracted his hand and hung the ax back on his waist, took out a piece of official document from his arms and threw it at Bolu Gan
On the face of the Lord. "This is the official document you want. Now that the empire has begun to enter the war, I have full authority to handle all affairs on the border front. The trade to the west will be interrupted immediately, and Bracada will be used as a military stronghold.
You are no longer the chief of this town."
"A special envoy from Duke Mulak has already gone to that city-state to inquire about the news. If they wait until they bring back the news, there may not be a need to start a war..." Lord Borugan said.
"I never repeat my orders." The corners of the general's eyes were shaking, showing that his patience had reached its limit. "I'm telling you for the last time, I'm in a bad mood. Get out of here."
Mr. Borugan did not say anything, silently picked up a few pages of official documents scattered on the ground, turned around, walked to the door, stopped and whispered: "I am deeply sorry and regretful about your son, but I must be so
It’s my duty to do it.”
The general still stood in the center of the room, motionless like a stone statue. Lord Borugan's footsteps in the corridor became farther and farther, and then came his voice summoning other staff of the city hall.
The general slowly walked to the chair and sat down, burying his face in his hands. The long journey and the huge mood swings made him feel as if he had suddenly aged ten years.
Everything started when the current emperor ascended the throne two years ago and changed the prime minister. After the new emperor ascended the throne, a piece of holy paper came, saying that the West had been pacified and no longer needed to send large armies to garrison, but the southern countries were ready to move, and ordered to mobilize all their armies.
Go to the south, and since there is no border with other countries, there is no need to leave troops behind. Just have local escorts.
When he received this order, he knew that this was what the new prime minister meant. Many people in his family had already coveted the trade routes to Western countries, and he and these people had always disliked each other.
Their caravans are often subject to strict inspections, and of course they will not allow themselves to continue to guard there. But it doesn't matter, he has never been very interested in politics. Since the imperial decree said that the army should be transferred to the south, he will do it.
The son who was the captain of the Holy Knights half a year ago brought a secret message from Captain Roland, saying that there seemed to be orcs operating in the wild highlands on the western border and asked him to investigate.
However, due to the deterioration of relations with the southern countries and the possibility of war breaking out at any time, the imperial court issued an order not to allow any troops to be transferred out. He wrote to the imperial court several times requesting for additional allocations to allocate troops to the west, but there was no response. Needless to say, there was no response.
Someone was up to something, which made him hate those politicians. But no matter how angry he was, he was a soldier after all, and he couldn't move without orders.
The Holy Knights are the most elite force in the empire. They can only be mobilized with the simultaneous consent of the emperor and the church. Therefore, Captain Roland can only send people to investigate privately, but either there is no news or instructions for the investigators.
There are no results at all. After all, the wild highlands are too big and dangerous. A considerable number of troops are needed to truly carry out comprehensive reconnaissance. The politicians in the government, headed by the Erni family, have always tried to get involved in the army.
, so they have been working very hard to deal with military leaders like him and Roland through political means. The information about this orc was only learned by Roland from a trail, and there is no basis for it. If they mobilize their troops at will to publicize the matter,
It's easy to be caught by that person.
Although he didn't quite believe what the orcs he had almost killed would do, he also knew that Roland was not a man who made a fuss. So he quietly transferred some soldiers from his own army and asked his son to lead them.
He went to the west to mobilize troops from some places to conduct reconnaissance. However, this trip was like a stone's throw, and there was no news for half a year. Naturally, he did not dare to leave his post without permission, as he had the heavy responsibility of guarding the border. He kept trying to find ways to inquire, but nothing happened.
As a result, Roland finally got hold of definite evidence and reported it to the court, and then a sacred metaphor came down saying that the orcs in the western highlands had established a city-state, and asked him to immediately mobilize his troops to the west.
As soon as he received the news, he knew that his son had died in the hands of the orcs. He was his youngest and last son.
No matter what the cost, all the orcs must be killed.
This was the oath he had sworn more than twenty years ago. At that time, he had silently asked the gods to bear witness to this oath. He did not pray for anything this time. He felt that it would be okay even if the devil came to be his assistant.
The news of the war suddenly fell on the heads of Bracada residents like a midsummer rainstorm.
However, people quickly adapted from the shock and disbelief, and began to pack up their things and leave this place. Living in this place for a few years was not enough to make them feel reluctant to leave. It was only three days, and the place was originally a place of peace.
The prosperity disappeared from the city...
Mr. Borugan stood on the corner of the street and watched dumbly as people left with their bags on their backs. These were the last residents to leave. The doors of pubs everywhere were open, leaving only some empty tables, chairs, furniture and garbage inside.
The windows in the room upstairs were swayed left and right by the wind, and occasionally made a crackling sound when they hit each other.
The leading troops have arrived. The light of swords, spears and armor is shining everywhere. The fatigue after the rapid march cannot conceal the sturdiness of this man and horse.
"Is there going to be a war?" A man in a robe emerged from the corners of several houses and walked up to Mr. Borugan. They looked at the scene on the street and asked. "I just came here a few days ago. Why?
I saw there was going to be a war."
"Yes. There's going to be a war." Lord Polugan replied casually.
"There are so many people." This man looked at the soldiers around him. Lord Borugan's voice was already very hard to hear, but compared with this man's voice, he could become a great vocalist. "It's really a fight, even this one
Towns will be leveled."
"Yes." Lord Polugan glanced at this man. This man was probably a homeless man with some kind of illness. He was wrapped in a robe and only the upper half of his face was exposed.
"I wonder when this battle will start, and when will these people set off?" The man shook his dull eyes to look at the soldiers passing by on the street.
"Probably tomorrow." As long as he has a night's rest, the general will probably let these people set off to inquire about the situation. Lord Polugan thought.
The tramp groaned. "It's so fast, so I have to walk quickly."
"Yes, let's go." Mr. Borugan turned around and left. He still had to go to the city hall to explain to the officers in detail the surrounding terrain and the distribution of buildings in the town, telling them where to store grain and where to use it.
How can he store up troops to serve as a guard? This is his last mission as a local magistrate.
He smiled bitterly as he looked at the empty taverns around him. Every house here was planned by himself and then built brick by brick. When he was planning to combine the brothels, hotels and taverns in the city, he also worked for
I admired myself a little for this idea. He kicked up while walking, and a pebble flew out and hit the door panel on the roadside, making a dull sound.