Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

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

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

"Mr. Sulilun, if you were a human, I believe you would be a qualified businessman." Weilin responded with a smile.

"Thank you for your praise." Sulilun responded with a smile, but he was not attentive in his heart. If this group of humans took advantage of the situation, they would lose a lot.

"I still have a batch of dwarf weapons in my hands, about 30,000 in number." Weilin said calmly without paying attention to Sulilun's vigilance.

Sulilun's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he whispered, "Sir, how about trading here again in a year?"

"In the next trade, if the number of young and strong gray goblins exceeds 60,000, we can trade you the rotten feather arrows that are stored in the warehouse of our army, but I hope you won't make me wait too long."

"In eight months, I will prepare the goods for you." Sulilun put three fingers deep in his left hand and one finger deep in his right hand, "What do you think of this price?"

"Okay, let's go with this price." Weilin nodded with satisfaction.

For the next two hours, the two sides began to trade.

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

The Qixing Camp escorted 150,000 gray goblin slaves to 30 kilometers north of the camp to wait for distribution.

Weilin inspected the area and found that the centaurs were very reliable. Each gray goblin was divided into groups of 100 people, with their hands tied to a 50-meter-long vine. A huge stone was tied to the end of the vine. This action not only consumed the gray goblin's physical strength, but also made it difficult for them to move and escape.

"Master, I don't understand why you still want to trade with the centaurs." Kyle rode to Weilin and asked.

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

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

Kyle suddenly realized that his master was preparing to carry out destructive mining, desperately plundering resources without considering any consequences.

In this way, the consumption of slaves will increase sharply.

"I plan to organize a hundred goblins into a group, select a goblin to manage them, and evaluate them according to their performance every month. Those who pass the test will eat meat, and those who fail the test will be punished. The bottom ten groups will be executed in public to serve as a warning to others."

"My Lord, the bottom ten groups have a thousand gray goblins. It would be a waste to execute them all. I suggest that the working hours can be extended. For example, under normal circumstances, fourteen hours a day is the best. Give the bottom ten groups a chance to extend their working hours by six hours a day. If they still can't get rid of the last place, then there is no need for these wastes to exist."

"You are still awesome."

Wei Lin thought for a moment and felt that his idea was a bit naive. Kyle's way was the way to maximize the benefits, which was really great!

"Master, I can handle this matter. You should focus on your cultivation and not let these affairs disrupt your progress."

"Actually, I think I can..." Being stared at by Kyle, Weilin's idea of ​​being lazy failed, and he smiled bitterly, "Then thank you for your hard work."

"Master, don't worry, I will contact the chief steward Baird and ask him to send people here every three months to receive the supplies." Kyle said in a serious voice.

"I am very confident in your work."

The next day after returning to the camp, Kyle handed a data form to Weilin.

It contains 46 resource mining sites, all of which belong to them.

The number of gray goblins allocated to each resource mining site, the number of garrisons, and the monthly production standards are all clearly stated.

Looking at the form in his hand, people have to admire Kyle's administrative efficiency, which makes him unable to catch up even if he flatters.

If anyone kills Kyle, the development speed of Qixing Territory will slow down by two-thirds.

So far, this former teenager has become more and more important in his heart. The close relationship is even comparable to the family relationship between him and his parents. Even Orlando and Hebrew are probably not as important as Kyle in his heart.

…

On July 1, 9736 of the Glorious Calendar, at 8 o'clock in the evening, a pleasant voice rang in Weilin's ears again.

[Three months later, six gold-level necromancers and twenty silver-level necromancers plan to cross the Gray Mang Wasteland and sneak into the West Hill Province. Please be sure to eliminate them. ]

"Be sure to eliminate them. Could this group of necromancers pose any threat to me?" Weilin lay on the bed, supporting his chin, and fell into deep thought.

The message expressed by the guidance of fate has a warning meaning. This has never happened before.

During the war, only the heads of the enemy's gold-level professionals can be used as the standard for calculating military merits.

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 strangled these six gold-level necromancers, he cannot obtain military merits.

This rule is to prevent someone from taking advantage of loopholes and maliciously hunting down gold-rank professionals who are not targets of war in order to fill in the numbers.

However, since fate has reminded me to eliminate this group of necromancers, I have no choice but to do so.

Just in case, it is not enough to rely on Gref, a soul-level hidden guard. I have to ask a few more strong men to be on the safe side. If the other party has magical equipment that can be teleported, they may let the other party escape.

"Let me think about it, who is proficient in space blockade."

After thinking about it, apart from his grandfather, the Duke of Moravia, the only person Weilin can ask for help is Lord Odor. Apart from that, he can't think of any other suitable candidates.

"Gref, Odor, Kyle, and call Uncle San, it should be enough."

Four soul-level positions fight six gold-level necromancers and twenty silver-level necromancers. If there are still necromancers who run away in this predicament, he has no way.

Get up from the bed and start writing a letter.

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

After doing all this, Weilin began to rest.

There are still three months left, enough time for him to prepare well and entertain these "guests" who have come from afar.