Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Ten days later, one hundred kilometers away from the camp, Verin exchanged 50,000 dwarf weapons from the centaurs for 50,000 gray-skinned Goblins young and strong and 100,000 gray-skinned Goblins old, weak, women, and children.

"The extra gray-skinned goblins are considered as gifts from our centaurs." Su Lilun looked at the weapons on the carriage with a somewhat excited tone.

"Mr. Surilun, if you are a human, I believe you must be a qualified businessman." Weilin responded with a smile.

"Thank you for your compliment." Su Lilun responded with a smile, but he did not let down his guard. If this group of humans took advantage of the situation, they would suffer a big loss.

"I still have a batch of dwarf weapons in my hand, numbering about thirty thousand." Weilin said calmly, not paying attention to Suli Lun's caution.

When Su Lilun heard this, his eyes lit up and he whispered: "Your Excellency, how about you still trading here after one year?"

"Next time, if the number of gray-skinned goblins exceeds 60,000, the batch of rotten feather arrows at the bottom of our army's warehouse cannot be traded to you. I just hope you don't keep me waiting for too long."

"Within eight months, I will prepare the goods for you." Surilun said with three fingers deep in his left hand and one finger deep in his right hand, "What do you think of the price?"

"Okay, just follow this price." Weilin nodded with satisfaction.

Over the next two hours, the two sides began trading.

The centaur put the saddle on himself, took the carriage, and headed west.

Qixing Camp escorted 150,000 gray-skinned Goblin slaves to 30 kilometers north of the camp, waiting for distribution.

Verin made an inspection and found that the centaurs were very reliable. Each gray-skinned goblin was organized into a group of a hundred people, with their hands tied to a fifty-meter-long vine, and a huge boulder tied at the end of the vine. This move not only It consumed the gray-skinned goblins' physical strength, making it even more difficult for them to move and making their escape hopeless.

"Lord, I don't understand why you still want to trade with centaurs." Kyle rode up to Verin and asked.

"I got news from Commander Bulborn that the duration of our deterrence operation outside Angara Province should be three years, which means that we only have thirty-three months left to exploit resources."

"The usual mining model is definitely not applicable to this situation."

Kyle suddenly understood. He realized that his master was preparing to carry out destructive mining and desperately searched for resources without considering any consequences.

As a result, the consumption of slaves will increase dramatically.

"I'm going to organize a hundred goblins into a group, and select one goblin to take charge of it. Each month, I'll conduct performance appraisals. Those who pass will eat meat, those who fail will be punished. The ten lowest ranking groups will be judged in public. Execution to serve as a warning to others."

"My lord, there are a thousand gray-skinned goblins in the last ten groups. They have all been executed. It is a bit wasteful. I suggest that the working hours can be extended. For example, under normal circumstances, fourteen hours a day is the best. Ranked last Ten teams, give them a chance to extend their working hours by six hours a day, and if they can’t get rid of their reputation as the bottom, then there is no need for these wastes to exist.”

"You are still awesome."

Weilin thought for a moment and felt that his idea was a bit naive. Kyle's method was the best way to maximize the benefits. It was really high!

"Lord, you can leave this matter to me. You should focus on your cultivation and don't let these matters disrupt the speed of your progress."

"Actually, I think I can..." Being stared at by Kyle, Verin's attempt to be lazy failed and he smiled bitterly, "Then it's all your fault."

"Don't worry, Lord. I will contact Chief Baird and ask him to send people here every three months to receive supplies." Kyle said in a deep voice with a serious face.

"I feel very relieved when you do things."

The next day after returning to the camp, Kyle handed a data sheet to Verin.

It contains forty-six resource extraction sites, all owned by them.

The number of gray-skinned goblins allocated to each resource extraction location, the number of garrison troops, and the monthly production standards are all clearly stated.

Looking at the form in his hand, one has to admire Kyle's administrative efficiency, which he can't keep up with even if he is just trying to flatter him.

If anyone kills Kyle, the development speed of the Star Prayer Leader will be slowed down by two-thirds.

So far, this former boy has become more and more important in his heart. The close relationship is even comparable to the family relationship between himself and his parents. Even Orlando and Hebrews may not have Kyle in their hearts. important.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening on July 9736, 7 in the Glorious Calendar, a pleasant voice sounded in Weilin's ears again.

[Three months later, six gold-level necromancers and twenty silver-level necromancers plan to cross the gray wilderness and sneak into the West Qiu Province. Please be sure to eliminate them. 】

"We must destroy them. Could this group of necromancers pose any threat to me?" Weilin lay on the bed, holding his chin, lost in thought.

The message expressed by Destiny Guidance has a sense of warning, something that has never happened before.

During the war, only the heads of gold-level professionals belonging to the enemy can be used as the calculation standard for military merit.

In other words, the undead are not the main target of this war, and they have not formed an alliance with the dwarves. Even if he kills these six gold-level necromancers, he will not be able to obtain military merit.

This rule prevents people from taking advantage of the loopholes to maliciously hunt down non-war targets, gold-level professionals, and use them to make up for their losses.

However, since fate reminds me that this group of necromancers must be eliminated, this is the only way to do it.

Just in case, relying on Gref, the soul-level hidden guard, is not enough. You have to hire a few more powerful people. Just in case, if the opponent has magic equipment that can teleport, he may let the opponent go. .

"Let me see who is proficient in space blockade."

After thinking about it, apart from his grandfather, the Duke of Moravia, the only person Verin could turn to for help was Lord Odor. Apart from that, he couldn't think of any suitable person.

"Gref, Odor, Kyle, and calling the third uncle, it should be enough."

Four soul levels were fighting against six gold-level necromancers and twenty silver-level necromancers. If there were still necromancers who ran away in this predicament, there was nothing he could do.

Get out of bed and start writing a letter.

Ten minutes later, Verin called three guards, handed them the letter, and told them to deliver it to Baird.

After doing all this, Verin began to rest.

There are still three months, enough for him to prepare well to entertain this group of "guests" from afar.