After listening to Monica finishing these words in a mechanical tone, Brando was almost dumbfounded and couldn't help but blurt out and asked: "Valhalla is a copy of Babel! Monica, do you know the age of the gods? the legend of?"
Monica hit Ji Ling to recover, shook her head quickly, her tone returned to normal: "No, Lord Lord, I don't know."
"Wait, how do you know this?"
"No, I don't know, but since the World Tree Fortress was upgraded, as one of its chiefs, this knowledge seems to have automatically appeared in my mind," the light girl hurriedly replied, "can be more. Yes, I can't tell."
Brando was taken aback and calmed down: "In other words, Valhalla is probably a creation from the age of God?"
"I'm not sure, Lord Lord."
"Forget it, anyway, at least know that it is our thing, it's fine." Brando waved his hand and decided not to dwell on these messy issues: "We return to the original topic. In that case, I only intend to Build wizard arrow towers on the road. So I only need to build twenty arrow towers, Monica."
"I understand, Lord Lord. But the territory now needs more magical power and materials to match. The ones you allocated to us earlier may not be enough." Monica replied respectfully: "Thanks to Lord Lord, Valhalla is growing very fast."
Brando barked his teeth. Monica didn't mention this. It was okay. When he mentioned it, he remembered the piles of colorless and transparent crystals he had seen before under the World Tree. The salvation of these things is an example of the wealth that this World Tree Fortress has consumed in the past six months.
But this is just the beginning. Each arrow tower on the list needs to consume nearly two hundred thousand mana and a huge amount of materials. Magic power can also be transformed with crystals, and materials must be transported from the territory in the same way.
He couldn't help groaning in his heart: "From now on, the proportion of magic crystals produced in the Black Forest for your use has doubled from 20%. In addition, in terms of materials, I will let Uta and Anti Tina satisfies you first..."
"Thank you so much, Lord Lord." Monica Guangling flew around the sky excitedly.
Obviously, she said so much before, in fact it was just for this sentence.
But Brando actually knows better than her what a higher-level magical realm is like a money-burning commodity, and the wizard arrow tower is just the beginning. With the Elf Arrow Tower, you need archers and ballistas first, followed by wizards and magic apprentices.
Each of these requires money. Brando rubbed his forehead and asked, "How is the wind shooter training, Monica?"
"I'm about to report here, Lord Lord." Monica replied immediately: "The Wind Archer Hall has been constructed. The first batch of trained soldiers are mainly tree elves from the Ring of Tradewinds. Later, they received some from them. Elves in other places, such as some wind elven mercenaries and wild elven refugees from the north, but starting from the third batch, humans have been the main source of troops; but from the perspective of the completion of training, elves are still the best potential. The wind shooter—"
This is not beyond Brando's expectation. The number of elves in the human world is inherently small, let alone places like Tonigel. As for the archery talent of elves far surpassing humans, this is also reasonable.
But when he heard Monica recite that there are now 465 Tree Elf Wind Archers in the army, 187 other Elf Wind Archers, and only 160 Human Wind Archers. Still couldn't help but froze for a while, then turned around and asked, "Why are there so few humans? Is it because the elimination rate is too high?"
"This is also a factor, Lord Lord."
At this time, a voice came in, Brando heard the familiar voice and turned his head, and he saw Fro approaching with a stern face. The wild elf girl came to him with a few rolls of parchment, and replied: "But the key reason is the strange rules you set, lord of the lust-you must be a girl to become a wind shooter-Tonigel's humans are mostly Refugees, there are inherently fewer women, and fewer people meet the requirements in terms of physique and age. Coupled with the elimination rate, the number of people left is naturally rare."
The sister of the wild elf glanced at her lord-her attire now is very different from before. Since the card was formed as the Vanguard of the White City, her dress has changed from the original mercenary uniform to a more formal elemental robe, but the robe is still monochrome. This is because of the sharp drop in level-and then faintly spoke: " Now everyone in the entire territory already knows your special hobbies, Lord Lord. Although it is normal to have such fantasies as a normal man, Flor also hopes that the adults will pay attention to his reputation."
"What!?" Brando was stunned: "When did I make such a rule?"
He suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but ran to the tree wall to take a look, and he saw a large group of elves and human archers trained in the direction of the Wind Archer Hall on the ring road, all female. Moreover, they were all women with higher qualifications, and they almost didn't dazzle him.
Brando quickly took a deep breath and turned back and asked, "What's the matter?"
He didn't even dream that he hadn't asked about Valhalla's development for a few months, and this damn World Tree fortress had built him a real army of women. Of course, this is not to say that this is not good, Brando certainly hopes that his subordinates can be more pleasing to the eye, but as an army, men are indeed much more convenient than women in many aspects.
"This..." Monica hesitated for a while before repliing: "Valhalla's wind shooter was originally the princess guard inherited from the silver elf, so..."
Brando suddenly shut up.
Of course he knew what the silver elf's princess guard was. The name Princess Guard actually does not mean that this army is the guard of the silver elves. This name is actually a metaphor, because every warrior in this army of archers is the most outstanding female of the silver elves.
According to the setting of the Amber Sword, it can even be said that this army is the Amazonian female warrior in Vaughan's history.
After listening to Monica's words, he couldn't help but froze for a while, probably never dreaming that he would inherit such an army in his hands.
"Princess Guard," he asked subconsciously: "Does Valhalla's wind shooter have the same combat effectiveness as the historical Princess Guard?"
That is an army of the silver elves and the dragon king cavalry—
"Of course not," but Monica immediately dispelled his expectation: "Wind Archer is after all only Valhalla's first-tier unit, it can only be said to be a simplification of the Princess Guard in form."
"Then what power does it have?" Brando asked.
"Lord Lord, you can see by yourself."
In fact, there is no need for Monica to remind, Brando has already looked in that direction. On the lower ring road, behind the Wind Archer Hall is a huge training ground. The first batch of tree elves wind shooters were being divided into several groups to fight with each other, Brando immediately saw that the figures of the elven women were looming, and in his knowledge there was only one type of magical effect that had such a sign.
"Invisible?"
"Yes, the wind shooters are typical field troops. Their greatest ability is to be continuously invisible for a short period of time during the battle, or to sneak for a long time before the battle." Monica replied: "But now Valhalla's The Wind Archer is also equipped with the Wind Archer's armor that you designed yourself, so in fact they also have short-term flying and gliding abilities—"
Martha is on!
Brando couldn't help feeling a surprise after listening to it. You can imagine how effective an invisible shooter can be on the battlefield. One of the major shortcomings of the archer on the battlefield is the lack of close combat ability, and it is easy to be spotted. Generally speaking, once the archer's formation is approached by the cavalry, it may immediately collapse.
But the wind shooters are obviously completely different, they don't even need protection. Once approached, immediately use the flying ability provided by the wind shooter cloak to open the distance, and then use the invisibility to re-enter the cover state, waiting for the next shot.
sky! Brando could fully imagine how terrifying it was. But the only problem now is that the number is still too small, otherwise this war will come in handy.
Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of something, then turned around and asked: "Fro, did Dnell have new news?"
"Not this time, Lord Lord." Fro replied with the same look: "This time it's news about a certain Lord Madara. Someone on Silman's side who has been favored by an adult let our messenger take it. The news came back, and just as the adults expected, the army of the undead has begun to gather in the Song area."
"Blood staff." Brando turned off the lord interface with a'pop', and he stood up: "The undead has already started to leave, so the time for Earl Dernell to set off should be faster. The time is faster than I expected. It’s a little bit early, and it seems that there must be some new development on Duke Anlek's side, which makes him feel a little imminent."
"Your Royal Highness asks when you will leave? Lord Lord?" Flor replied again.
"your Highness?"
Brando was stunned slightly, and there was a commotion on the side of the square. He raised his head, just in time to see Her Royal Highness and a group of people walking from the Moon Tower-presumably they had entered the square through the ring road into the central hall of the World Tree.
Her Royal Highness led several female officials through the center of the square, and she glanced at her younger brother who was firmly tied up by the roots of the ancient tree. Brando noticed that he hadn't reminded him for a while. His Royal Highness seemed to have completely succumbed to the horns of the tentacles. Under the power, his face was flushed, his sword flew out, where he kept breathing hard. '.
Princess Griffin couldn't help frowning when she saw this scene, and shook her head gently.
She walked up to Brando, took a breath, and then greeted softly: "I haven't seen you in a few days, Mr. Brando is still in the same spirit."
"His Royal Highness..." Brando was a little embarrassed, after all, torturing someone else's brother, the future king of the kingdom, into this way. If the princess didn't see it, it's fine, but I didn't expect to be hit by the other side without checking.
"I'm not talking about this, Lord Earl." Her Royal Highness shook her head: "I'm here to say goodbye to you. By the way, I want to ask, when do you plan to leave for Vieiro?"
"Farewell?" Brando was startled.
"I plan to go back to Vlada first. The envoys of Overwell and Lantonilan are still waiting for me. In addition, Mr. Eco and his fiancée have heard news that they have left for Valentenburg yesterday. Grand Duke Lantonilan entrusted him to act on behalf of Lantonilan this time—" She paused: "So the time left for me is running out."
Brando suddenly came across. He fell silent. In fact, he knew that the time had matured when he received the movement of the undead from Flo just now. But I didn't expect the princess to come down so quickly.
"Mr. Brando, are you going to leave for Frada with me?" The half-elf princess paused and asked again.
Brando is naturally eager to walk with the eldest princess. However, he hesitated, and finally shook his head: "No, no need. Your Royal Highness, I have something else to do. You can go ahead and wait for me to meet you in Valentenburg."
Princess Griffin looked at him, there was no surprise in her silver eyes. In fact, she already knew where Brando was going, and she pondered: "Are you going to bring those Cruz people?"
"Yes," Brando nodded, and went to the Frost Forest in a sense to help the Cruz people, so of course he had to take these guys with him. But most of those Cruz knights are dragging oil bottles. He thought about it and replied: "I just need to bring Laurenna and her fiance, and Veronica should also go there to meet me."
"Can you make it in time?" the princess asked.
"It should be possible." Brando nodded.
Although the Frost Forest Labyrinth is a legendary copy, it is actually not big inside. What's more, he doesn't have to fight hard with the monster inside. The best idea is that Anlek has already got the Dragon's Heart, and then he only needs to grab something from the cultists.
There is no psychological burden.
"Then I'll leave it to you," Princess Griffin looked at him, the trust in her eyes was very obvious. She whispered, "Magdal will leave it to you—"
"Relax, Your Royal Highness, Princess Magdal is also my friend."
"I see, Mr. Brando, then I'm relieved."
"But I still have a ruthless please, Your Royal Highness." Brando said suddenly. He looked at the future Princess Regent of Eruin and hesitated. To be honest, he was not sure whether the other party would agree to his request.
"Um?"
"Actually there are two requirements. First, I hope that Freya will command Vlada's army this time. Second, I hope Prince Haruze can go to the Frost Forest with me this time."
Brando said a word, and the surrounding area immediately became quiet.
The princess was silent for a moment: "The first request, I have already said, Mr. Brando. You are solely responsible for the military command of the two territories. As for who will be their commander in chief, you are also up to you."
"As for the second request..." The half-elf girl was silent for a while, after all, that was her only brother. She gave all her hope, hoping that the other party could support this kingdom. She certainly hopes that Haruze can be stronger, but this does not mean that she can easily put her brother in danger.
Although Brando didn't say anything, she also knew the danger of frosting the forest. After all, it was in the Kingdom of Eruin. Almost most of the disasters in the province of Vieiro came from the direction of Needle Hill Avenue. As a princess of a country, she could not have heard of these rumors.
"Can I know the reason?" Finally, she asked softly.
Brando hesitated. Of course, he couldn't say that he wanted to take the little prince to brush up the dungeon and play equipment, accumulate a little experience, and it would be best to make him more independent. He thought for a moment, and finally replied:
"I think Haruze... His Royal Highness... needs a little temper."
"Can't it be elsewhere?" Griffin frowned.
"Of course it can, but the time left for us is running out. Now that we have this opportunity, I think maybe we should let him go and let him go on his own way."
Brando replied seriously. He looked back at the little prince who was firmly tied up, and asked: "His Royal Highness Prince Haruze, are you afraid?"
"I..." The little prince was strangled so much that he was about to cry, but he looked at his sister, and then at this terrible teacher, and finally said pitifully, "I am not afraid of..."
Griffith couldn't help sighing when he saw his brother look like this. Of course she knew that her brother was not willing. But because of this, she was cruel and nodded seriously.
"I see, Mr. Brando, Haruze will leave it to you."
Haruze looked at his sister with tears. The sorrowful look at that moment made Brando suspect that he was not asking him to come from his sister, but was abandoned by the princess.
But Her Royal Highness was obviously more hard-hearted than Brando had imagined. Without even looking at her brother, she said to Brando: "Then I will leave now, Brando."
Brando nodded, slightly moved in his heart. There is no doubt that for the current Princess, Haruze is undoubtedly one of the most important people to her. She handed the little prince to him, even more important than the significance of handing him the Key Stone at that time.
It can be said that if Haruze had any accident, her persistence and hope would be of little value.
Brando turned his head: "Fro, let Miss Freya prepare, we are ready to go."
He ordered succinctly.