From Baron to Lord

Chapter 135: The Defensive Deployment of the Direwolf Territory (5 Seeking Subscriptions, Self-Subscriptions, and Monthly Tickets!)

From the very beginning, Allen wasn't too concerned about the defense of his territory, mainly because, in his opinion, his location was exceptionally advantageous.

Others might think that Direwolf Territory, being close to the Stranfoss Mountains and the coast, at the edge of the Lionheart Duchy, would be affected by magical beasts. Moreover, being on the periphery and only bordering two earldoms and Direwolf Territory, it would be very difficult for Direwolf Territory to trade or develop.

However, in Allen's view, Direwolf Territory was simply a treasure land. The so-called magical beast problem was not a problem for him at all. On the contrary, the Stranfoss Mountains were a powerful guarantee for him.

They could protect his territory from attacks by the people of the Shacke Duchy.

In addition, Direwolf Territory was not close to the activity range of any other hostile forces, making it an extremely suitable place for development.

And there was absolutely no need to worry about danger.

Therefore, Allen had never paid attention to defense issues.

Because it wasn't necessary.

Now, he had to consider this matter.

After all, he already knew about the great turmoil that would occur in the entire Southern Duchy.

With his cautious nature, it was impossible for him not to prepare.

Currently, it seems that there are no crises around Direwolf Territory, but that is not the case. At least, he doesn't trust Steel Fist Territory.

Although they are now duchy earls and allies, who knows if Steel Fist Territory will cause any trouble in the subsequent turmoil.

In chaotic times, Allen only trusts himself. He doesn't even trust Albert.

"Lord, are you talking about defensive fortifications?"

Marco was stunned. Direwolf Territory shouldn't need any defensive fortifications, after all, Direwolf Territory has a uniquely advantageous environment. The only thing that needs defending is the Stranfoss Mountains, right?

But that place has already been taken care of by the Lord. In the past month or two, Marco has never heard of any magical beasts wreaking havoc.

"Yes, Marco, although we have no hostility towards others, it doesn't mean that others will treat us with sincerity either."

Allen said lightly, pointing to the border between him and Steel Fist Territory. This is a hilly area, with the Stranfoss Mountains to the east and the Dalton Plains and Dalton City of Thornsflower Territory not far to the west.

There are no defensive fortifications here. To the south is a vast pasture. Currently, Allen has also bought a batch of cattle and sheep on it. Now, Allen is preparing to buy a batch of warhorses from the system.

It's not because he doesn't have warhorses.

After the last national war, as one of the few people with outstanding military achievements, he had a lot of spoils, and he also paid a lot of warhorses.

However, these warhorses are ultimately of varying quality, and their personalities are not necessarily docile, so Allen did not select them into his cavalry sequence.

Instead, after grazing them on the pasture for a period of time, he brought them to Earl Albert.

The gold coins earned can at least buy 10,000 warhorses. As for the rest, Allen can just pay out of his own pocket.

After his warhorses are purchased, they will definitely need to be grazed on this grassland for a period of time. After all, the cavalry camp outside Direwolf City has not yet been built, and placing the warhorses on the pasture is the best option.

Moreover, this pasture can continuously help Allen cultivate new warhorses, dairy cows, sheep, etc. These livestock are important resources.

Allen's morning milk comes from here.

Therefore, the pasture cannot be threatened by other forces, and defensive fortifications must be built on the border. "Since the Lord has already decided, I will fully support it."

Although Marco didn't understand why Allen wanted to build defensive fortifications, since it was the Lord's order, there would definitely be no problem.

"Well, don't worry about the manpower issue. After the treants, minotaurs, and centaurs I sent out solve the problems of the commercial road and the small city, I will have them form a construction team to build arrow towers, ironwood walls, and other fortifications." Speaking of this, Allen sighed slightly: "If only there were enough mages, I could also build a few (cfbh) mage towers there, as turrets. Whoever dares to come will get a few magical attacks!" Allen's words made Marco confused. What are mage towers? What are turrets?

"Lord, how do you want to deploy the defensive fortifications?" Marco asked.

"Well, starting from the Dalton Plain, to the Stranfoss Mountains in the east, build an ironwood arrow tower every fifty meters, preferably a big one!"

"These arrow towers should not only be built on one level, it is best to have a three-arrow tower defense circle. The positions of the arrow towers should not be connected in a straight line, it is best to stagger them to ensure that the attack range of each arrow tower is large enough."

"In addition, set up rangers between the arrow towers. Don't worry about this issue, I will leave it to the centaurs. They are naturally extremely fast and have the talent of sharpshooters, suitable for reconnaissance and patrol." Allen said to Marco, and the more Marco listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.

The Lord is not just building ordinary defensive fortifications, this is clearly the rhythm of going to war! "Lord… are you preparing to go to war with Steel Fist Territory??" Marco couldn't help but ask.

Allen glanced at him: "It's not that I'm preparing to go to war with them, but that I have to guard against the other party suddenly attacking us."

Allen's words shocked Marco. "Lord, are you saying that there is a problem with Steel Fist Territory?!" Marco's expression became serious.

"Maybe there is a problem, maybe there isn't, who can say for sure?"

Allen said lightly: "In addition, we must also be vigilant about the Thornsflower Territory."

Marco was a little confused again: "Lord, Earl Thornsflower and you…"

Allen waved his hand: "He is my father, that's right, but it doesn't mean that this Earl won't do anything."

Allen's attitude made Marco feel a sense of panic in his heart.

What is this great Lord going to do?

Why does it feel like the Lord is guarding against something?

Marco thought for a while and still didn't dare to ask, just nodded: "Also need to build arrow towers?"

Allen thought for a while: "Build, but don't be as wary as guarding against Steel Fist Territory. Just build a few arrow towers and send some centaurs and minotaurs to patrol."

Marco nodded and noted it down.

After talking about some defense issues, Allen asked Marco to step down and prepare the defensive fortifications.

For the remaining time, Allen called in the agricultural officer Bax. He needed to understand the current land reclamation situation in Direwolf Territory. There is still one month left until the end of the mission.

The farmland reclamation mission is the same as before, with a time limit. At the same time, the more farmland reclaimed, the more generous the rewards.

Originally, Allen thought it would be good to take his time, but now it's not possible. Now he must speed up and reclaim as much farmland as possible.

The generous rewards may not only allow him to upgrade, but may also bring him some unexpected surprises.

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Chapter 136: The so-called miracle is just my gift (1 requesting subscriptions, self-ordering, and monthly tickets!)

Summoned by the Lord, Bacchus, as the agricultural officer, naturally arrived at Wolf Territory as quickly as possible.

This agricultural officer had previously found an opportunity to swear allegiance to Allen, and his attitude towards Allen was naturally very respectful.

"My Lord, although the land reclamation speed in Wolf Territory is not slow, it is not fast either. After all, our population is ultimately insufficient. Even if you have generously lent those civilians a lot of oxen, the current progress is not particularly ideal."

Bacchus spoke the truth, but he didn't have any surprises or worries about it, after all, these were all caused by insufficient manpower.

Although you have used many methods to acquire population, the time is too short. In such a short period of time, there is no way to develop all the land in the entire Wolf Territory.

Being able to develop half of it would be good.

"Hmm... I see. Bacchus, mark the remaining land that can be reclaimed and used as farmland on the map for me."

Bacchus was slightly stunned, but he obediently marked the unreclaimed farmland.

Allen took the map and looked at it, frowning slightly: "As expected, it's very slow. In nearly two months, only 40% of the land has been reclaimed."

However, he also understood that this was not Bacchus' fault, but that time and manpower were insufficient.

Allen couldn't blame anyone else for this.

Allen thought for a while, then opened his mouth and said: "Bacchus, this land should be extremely fertile and can be directly reclaimed and used as farmland without cultivation, right?"

Bacchus nodded: "Yes, my Lord. If we still need to cultivate the fertility of the land, I estimate that even 40% wouldn't be reached by now."

Allen nodded knowingly: "I understand, you can go down first."

Bacchus bowed slightly, then left slowly with a bit of confusion. Allen then revealed a pensive look.

If it's just a matter of loosening the soil of these lands so they can be sown, Allen felt that it didn't necessarily need to be done by humans.

He had already thought of a creature that lived within the Strandfoss Mountains, and when it came to loosening soil, these creatures were complete experts.

Thinking of this, Allen revealed a slight smile.

That night, Allen didn't release the dragon Saffi as usual. Instead, after arriving at the Strandfoss Mountains, he used his right as the King of Strandfoss to summon a group of special magical beasts.

These magical beasts were called Soil-Eating Beasts.

They were a type of magical beast shaped like rats, possessing the ability of earth magic, and able to freely travel underground, mostly feeding on soil.

Occasionally, they also hunted some small animals. As for whether they ate soil or meat, Allen said he wasn't sure himself.

But what was certain was that these Soil-Eating Beasts, each the size of a washbasin, could easily help Allen completely reclaim the remaining large tracts of land.

Of course, these magical beasts were, after all, not humans. All they could do was clear the weeds from the land and loosen the soil from a compact state, as if it had been loosened by artificial means.

Under such circumstances, the remaining work would be much simpler for humans, and the reclamation speed would definitely be accelerated.

The task completion rate should not be low after a month.

Allen thought to himself, but there was still a problem here. After all, as weak magical beasts, the Soil-Eating Beast race was not prosperous. Allen only found about a thousand of them in the entire Strandfoss Mountains.

There was no other way, he could only use the species unlocking function to unlock the Soil-Eating Beasts, and then, after purchasing four thousand more, and gathering five thousand Soil-Eating Beasts, Allen immediately issued them the task of loosening soil and weeding.

Soon, five thousand Soil-Eating Beasts scattered and began their soil-loosening journey.

The next morning, Allen had just gotten out of bed when Bacchus, with a shocked and ecstatic expression, appeared before him.

"God's blessing, Lord! Do you know what happened?"

Bacchus' forehead was covered in sweat, and his trouser legs were covered in mud, indicating that he had just returned to Wolf City from outside.

Allen looked at the sky. The agricultural officer went out for a round so early?

It seemed that this agricultural officer was extremely dutiful.

"I guess you should have seen that large tracts of previously barren land have been cleared of grass and loosened, right?"

Allen ate his bread and drank his milk leisurely.

Bacchus exclaimed in surprise again.

"Lord, how did you know?!"

Bacchus widened his eyes. He had left very early this morning because Allen had inquired about the progress of farmland reclamation yesterday. Bacchus was concerned and planned to go and take a look earlier today to see if he could find a way to speed up the progress.

When he went, most of the residents in those small cities and towns had not yet gotten up.

Then he saw a scene that shocked and delighted him...

The large tracts of originally compact and desolate land had been completely renewed overnight. There were no weeds, and the entire land seemed to have been renovated by the most experienced farmers.

The fertile land had almost been reclaimed, and the only remaining tasks were to divide the fields and dig out the water channels.

This was simply unbelievable! Overnight, the entire wasteland had undergone earth-shattering changes!

This made Bacchus ecstatic. He immediately rode around inspecting many places, and large tracts of land had been almost completely reclaimed.

Many farmers felt it was a miracle, a gift from the gods.

Bacchus also felt the same way. Besides the gods, who else could silently transform wasteland into farmland?

Originally, he was excitedly wanting to tell Allen this great news, but as soon as he saw Allen, before he could even speak, Allen had already given the answer.

Allen smiled upon hearing this. He pointed to himself and said: "Bacchus, I think you haven't forgotten a sentence I once said."

Bacchus immediately showed an incredible expression upon hearing this: "As long as you want it, you can get it."

Allen nodded in satisfaction: "That's right, the so-called miracle is just my gift. Don't be too happy, Bacchus. Now that there is no weeding and soil loosening, I hope you can reclaim more than 80% of the farmland within a month."

Allen's words made Bacchus' expression slightly serious: "Yes, my Lord, I will definitely not let you down."

Bacchus bowed slightly and then left respectfully.