With Leylin's reputation here, after seeing his true intentions clearly, those nobles said a lot of polite words, and then left like burning their butts.
Soon, the tent seemed deserted, and only a few people chose to stay, including Leylin's old acquaintances.
"Baron Andrew! I didn't expect you to make such a choice!"
Leylin looked at the middle-aged nobleman in front of him who kept wiping his face with a silk handkerchief, and said calmly.
"This time the orcs' offensive is very fierce, and even the lycanthropes are not that easy to deal with, and the food stored in my territory is no longer enough to survive this winter famine..."
Baron Andrew smiled wryly: "It's just that I have a humble request... Can you let me take a little part of my family with me when passing by my territory..."
"As long as the number of people is less than 100 and they bring their own dry food!" Leylin nodded.
"That's really grateful!" Andrew lowered his head deeply.
Although he is very distressed about the territory that will be lost, Andrew can see the situation in the Northland better!
Those idiots and fat pigs still want to compromise with the orcs? Or hope that the other party will let this side go gently, it is as absurd and ridiculous as the sun coming out from the west!
"Well, I'll give you a day to prepare, and I'll leave as soon as the time comes!"
Leylin made a decision.
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On the withered yellow wilderness, a large team is slowly moving forward.
And the fast horses in front came galloping with the knights on their backs, their bodies were still stained with blood, full of a sturdy temperament.
The knight rushed to the front of a huge carriage, and said in a humble and respectful tone: "My lord, the trouble ahead has been resolved. It is a messy wave of goblin and dwarf robbers... No casualties!"
"Well! Order the team to speed up!"
In the carriage, Leylin stopped closing his eyes and meditating, and said something slowly.
After the order was given, Mu Ran accelerated the speed of the entire team.
"It's really a huge team..."
Leylin opened the window above the carriage, looked at the bustling crowd outside, especially the scattered refugees following his team, and sighed softly.
The power of the orcs was concentrated in the direction of Silvermoon City, and those lycanthropes were busy looting the territory that Leylin and the others had left behind, so they were happy to see this group of people leave.
After assembling Andrew and other noble clansmen, Leylin's subordinates once again broke through the 1,000-person mark, which is very good for bluffing.
To this extent, large armies look down on them, and small disturbances are enough to deal with, so the journey south has been very safe, only these refugees are accidents.
The ferocious offensive of the orcs, as well as their huge forces, completely destroyed the area north of Silvermoon City, and also produced a large number of refugees.
Along the way, there were human beings fleeing to the south, many of them dragging their families along, which was very messy.
On the autumn wilderness, a feast of bandits, horse thieves, and goblins immediately formed, killing, sneak attacking, and robbing, and many crimes were staged repeatedly.
It can be said that if there is not enough force protection, it is a dream to reach the south safely!
On the road, commoners and even nobles came to pray for protection, but Leylin didn't have much food left, and it was impossible to leave it for these strangers. Apart from accepting a few nobles as foreign aid, his The team did not accept any more people.
It's just that those refugees followed Leylin spontaneously, relying on his power to make their way, there was no other way.
As long as there was no trouble, it was rare for Leylin to take care of it.
"From now on, the prosperity of the Northland will all become history..."
Leylin stepped out of the carriage, rode on a black steed, and watched the entire convoy.
Wherever he went, whether it was noble families or original soldiers, they all lowered their heads to show respect.
Of course they knew that it was Leylin, the master of the army, who protected their safety and controlled their life and death. If Leylin turned his face and drove them out now, those miserable refugees would be a reflection of them!
Moreover, this senior officer is also a [High-ranking Mage]!
It has to be said that in troubled times, a person with great power can still give people a sense of security—after all, their identities are more sensitive. According to rumors, unbelievers accounted for the majority.
[Legendary] What a great power it is? How could he suddenly join Leylin's command
Moreover, most of the [Legendary] powerhouses in the Northland have been famous for a long time, but the appearance of the mention is very strange, let alone using a pseudonym.
"Your Excellency Leylin!"
At this time, Andrew also rode a white horse to Leylin's side, with a flattering smile on his face.
But now, looking at the opponent's mount, Leylin wanted to laugh.
In the previous life, most of the generals who rode white horses in ancient times did not end well, because it was too easy to tell the difference.
The same is true now. If there are assassins or archers at this time, the first target must be Andrew. The opponent's mount and noble decorations are too conspicuous.
"Hmm! There are still three days' journey at most, and we are about to reach Yorkshire. What are your plans?" Leylin asked.
Yorkshire is the human area to the south of Silvermoon City, and it is also a place that Leylin believes that orcs will not attack. The huge territory in the north is enough for them to digest, and other forces are unwilling to see the orc pantheon grow further.
"I still have a few relatives over there, I can join them this time!"
Andrew said with a wry smile on his face: "Maybe I can buy a villa in the city and a few manors outside the city, but it's impossible to live as well as Northland..."
The rich lives of the nobles all come from their own territories, from taxation and the oppression of common people.
Once they lose their territory and private soldiers, they will lose the foundation of their power! That's why there are so many nobles who stick to the Northland! It's not that they can't see the consequences, but that they really don't want to!
In contrast, Andrew's choice is very wise and decisive.
"Yorkshire..."
A playful smile appeared on Leylin's face.
"Yes, that's the territory of the Marquis of Lansnet!" Andrew said without further ado.
That marquis is also an important component of the Silver Moon Alliance, but his performance in this disaster was very ambiguous, he has been stagnant, and he has very close ties with other human kingdoms in the middle.
Of course, Leylin and the others' way of running away was not much better, so the eldest brother was not mentioned as the second brother.
"At any time, as long as you are not stupid enough to jump out and threaten the central government, the chances of appeasing the local power faction are still very high, not to mention the aristocratic title system in the world of the gods..."
Leylin was very transparent about the inner thoughts of those powerful people.
After the people in the south attacked the Silvermoon Alliance, they certainly didn't want the orcs to continue to grow. Therefore, after Silvermoon City was breached, suppressing the orcs became the mainstream again.
And the Marquis of Lansnet is even more so! He definitely doesn't want his territory to become a battlefield, and it must be necessary to win over other forces at this time!
Although it is impossible to appease the territory directly from Yorkshire, it is very likely to be generous to others around Yorkshire and let these fleeing powerful factions act as a buffer.
"Give us the territory in the north of Yorkshire, let us be the vanguard and cannon fodder to resist the advance of the orcs..."
Leylin touched his chin, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "Maybe, after entering Yorkshire, someone will drag me on a blind date..."
It is too ugly to directly deprive the nobles of their fiefs, but through marriage is a relatively gentle and acceptable method.
Those big nobles would definitely not want to be said to be ugly, so this is almost inevitable.
Three days later, the battalion entered the Yorkshire area.
Here, order has obviously been re-established, well-equipped soldiers patrol everywhere, and a large number of cavalry can be seen from time to time.
Obviously, Marquis Lansnet didn't dare to believe too much about the orcs in the north. After all, with the simple thinking of orcs, it is very normal for them to get dizzy occasionally.
Moreover, compared with the orcs, the security problems brought about by these refugees are even more serious!
At least, after seeing Leylin's entire formation, the soldiers showed vigilant expressions on their faces.
Regarding this, Leylin showed his nobility and military rank certificate indifferently, and then let the other party do it himself.
"I finally saw... the power of the church..."
At this time, Leylin could see that outside the city, many huge tents were neatly divided, and a large number of priests wearing various religious emblems and symbols were running around trying their best to save the refugees.
In times of disaster, it is often the harvest season of faith. Leylin saw many people crying and repenting after receiving the relief oatmeal, and immediately joined the church.
"These priests were rarely seen when they were suffering in the Northland, but now they appear here collectively, which is enough to represent the attitude of the human gods..."
Leylin thought to himself.
Of course, among these pastors, there are not no exceptions.
Leylin saw some small groups of paladins and mercenaries rushing towards the north without stopping.
"This is the paladin and priest of Tyr, the God of Justice, rushing to the battlefield in his own name..."
Leylin thought to himself: "The attitude of the gods in the human camp is strictly neutral. Even the God of Justice can only allow his followers to fight in their own name? It's a ridiculous infighting..."
Leylin sneered, but this was also his chance.