"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for winning the epic battle! Your name has spread throughout the north and is known to everyone! Reward: 1 fourth-level commander Marcus! The number of refugees attracted by the Rapid City every day is ×2, and the number of ordinary Lagran residents is +500." The system's voice came late.
"Marcus? Is this the Marcus I know?" Roland was startled when he heard the name Marcus. Could this be the same one who was the defense officer of Lagrande City?
"Host, please explore on your own!" The system directly blocked Roland.
"...a third-rate system." Roland.
Although it is not known whether the person who came is the Lagran city defense officer in the game, a fourth-level commander is not a loss. If there was a fourth-level commander in this battle, the fight would not have been so tragic. After all, the elves who are good at guerrilla warfare were forced by Roland to command positional warfare because there was really no one else available.
The remaining two rewards were also quite substantial. The daily refugee population doubled, adding a 500-man refugee wave. These would effectively increase the population of River Rapids. Roland had been planning to go all out and get a fleet of River Rapids infantry this time. Damn! Only 200 of his light infantry remained, and 300 were killed or wounded. His already limited military strength was stretched to its limits!
"Hey! By the way, didn't I sign in today?" Roland looked at the busy soldiers not far away and suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.
"System sign-in!" Roland rubbed his hands excitedly.
"Sign-in successful! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the magic card - Magic Pattern City Building (Intermediate)!"
"What the hell? What the hell is this?" Roland looked at the purple-gold card floating in his hand with a puzzled look. On the back of the card was a magical hexagram array flashing with mysterious light, and on the front was a city with a shimmering white halo.
When Roland opened the system and carefully studied the magic card, he was immediately shocked. The function of this thing was to directly generate an intermediate magic pattern wall (10 meters high and 5 meters wide) after specifying any territory or town.
"Damn it! Why is Naradiel working himself to death all day long?" Roland silently calculated and estimated that only about one-fifth of the entire city wall of Rapid City had been laid. Now, a single card could solve the problem...
"Let's go! Let's go back to Jiluo City!" Roland shook his head and stopped complaining about the system. At least now the defense problem of Jiluo City has been solved.
"Stop!" The Lagrang City guards, who were suddenly on alert, shouted.
Roland turned his head and saw a tin can holding a tower shield as tall as himself and a heavy conical rifle, running towards the crowd step by step.
"A fourth-level commander?" As a paladin, Renault's perception was extremely powerful, and he could tell the level of the warrior in front of him at a glance.
"Let him come over, he's one of us!" Roland recognized the Raglan City Defense Officer in this game at a glance! His ancestral infantry plate armor was incredibly recognizable. The sharp spears on the thick adamantine shoulder armor gleamed coldly, dragon-shaped magic patterns flickered on the plate armor, and a giant dragon lay prone on the barrel helmet, howling to the sky.
"I want to see His Highness!" Marcus said in a muffled voice as soon as he arrived.
"I am Roland, the current King of Lagran!" Roland stood up and brushed the dust off his armor.
"Boom!" Marcus knelt down on one knee, and the heavy armor made a dull sound when it touched the ground.
"Greetings, Your Highness!" Marcus saluted.
"Stand up. From now on, you will command the infantry of Swiftstream City. I hope you will not disappoint me." Roland stared at him sternly.
"Please rest assured! I will definitely train an infantry corps that is as immovable as a mountain and invincible!" Marcus promised, pounding his chest.
"Our population cannot support large-scale conscription. Now you can only lead the training of these light infantry." Roland pointed at the dusty conscripted light infantry.
"Okay!" The honest Marcus grinned.
Roland had no problem with Marcus's abilities. After all, how could someone who could become the capital's defense officer not be quite capable? However, in Roland's memory, Marcus must have died in the final defense of Lagrande City. At the time, he was already a sixth-level Tyrant, but unfortunately, he fell under the siege of the Dark Faction's high-level warriors...
However, the tragedy of the Lagran Empire will never happen again! Roland said firmly in his heart.
As if to mock Roland, the system suddenly said to him, "Host, please stop daydreaming. The Lagran Empire is not easily established. The weather is getting colder. I suggest you build more soil."
"Ouch! Fuck you!" Roland cursed the system's ancestors. In other people's system stories, the hosts were all awesome, but in his case, the system was like a piece of crap. It gave people no soldiers, gave soldiers no food, and tried every possible way to kill him.
"Please do not insult this system. This system and the host are one! Scolding me is the same as insulting yourself."
"..." Roland was suddenly speechless and decided not to bother with this half-broken system.
"Let's go! Let's go home!" Roland felt a pang of sadness when he saw the urn being held in the arms of a group of light infantrymen.
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"Alas! King Roland has been gone for a few days, and I don't know how they are doing now..." Bai Yi stood on the city of Losenniel and looked to the east.
"I don't know, but our situation is definitely not good!" Iovia pointed to the dark forest in front of her. In the past few days, half-orc wolf riders have begun to appear on the edge of the forest.
"I hope King Roland and his men are safe, otherwise we will definitely be attacked from both sides." Bai Yi looked at the soldiers patrolling on the city wall with concern. The number of his soldiers was still too small. Now the main defense was handled by the star elves. He had begun training ordinary adult men. If they really got into a tough battle, these civilians would be their last reinforcements.
"Report! King! King Roland and his men are back!" The soldier who was left on the other side of the river to pass the message to the Rapid City was now riding his horse quickly, shouting while whipping his horse.
"Open the city gate! Let him in." Bai Yi waved his hand.
The city gate was quietly pushed open by several soldiers, leaving a gap that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. The messenger quickly passed through the city gate and went in. The next second, the city gate slammed shut.
"Quick! Tell me! How are they?" Bai Yi looked at the soldiers in front of him anxiously.
"This is a letter from King Roland!" The soldier took out a letter that was still warm from his chest and handed it to Bai Yi with both hands. Iovia looked curious and kept tilting her head to see the contents of the letter.
"Respected King Aqvia and King Singri, thank you for your concern for me and for taking care of River Rapids during this period. This war..." A letter eloquently described the battle process of Roland and others, and also revealed the heavy losses in the Battle of Lagran Plain. After all, losing one-third of the troops in one battle would be painful for anyone, and if it happened to the elves, it would be enough to persuade an entire group of elves to retreat.
"King Roland and his men won, but suffered heavy losses... Our strength has been weakened a bit." Bai Yi sighed.
"Don't forget, the real culprit hasn't appeared yet..." Iovia said with a headache.
