Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

The next morning, Weilin received the order document issued by Flora.

According to the order, in the next half month, he needs to lead the 7,000-man team to eliminate three goblin tribes with more than 300 people, three dog-headed tribes with more than 300 people, and the remaining more than 20 small tribes of various sizes.

"Kyle, send someone to the logistics to get food, and let everyone get ready. No need to train today, have a good rest."

Kyle, who was standing outside the tent on guard, heard Weilin's voice and answered loudly: "Yes, Lord."

Then, Weilin found a map and marked the monster clans and tribes that needed to be cleared one by one according to the directions on the order document.

His 7,000-man team is responsible for the upper left area of ​​the camp, which covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 square kilometers. There are two tributaries of the Huangsha River system, which leads to a high density of monster clans.

"It's a Feng Shui treasure land."

Weilin firmly believes that this place will belong to him in the future, and no one can take it away.

After a day of rest, Weilin took the 7,000-man team of 1,100 people out of the camp and officially started the clearing mission.

Flora got up early, stood on the temporary sentry tower, looked at the figure of the 7,000-man team leaving, and ordered Miller beside him: "Always pay attention to Weilin's movements. I don't want him to be in any danger."

"Yes, captain."

Miller obeyed his captain's orders unconditionally. After all, his life was given by the captain.

It was a painful thing to open up a road in the wilderness. Weilin looked helpless as he saw that he had only advanced 20 kilometers in three hours.

"My lord, this road is too difficult to walk. There are thorn bushes everywhere. If we didn't have armor to protect ourselves, I'm afraid we would have been scarred." Kyle cleared the branches and leaves on the mount and came to Weilin to report.

"Let the troops stop and rest on the spot first. I will re-plan the road."

Weilin didn't expect that it would be so difficult to march here. It was him, the commander, who didn't do it well.

On the boulder next to him, Weilin asked people to spread out the map, mark the existing positions on it, and start thinking about countermeasures.

"Next to it is the nearest tributary of the Huangsha River system. We only need to move five or six kilometers to the north to reach it."

According to Weilin's guess, the road by the river must be easier than opening a road in the bushes, but he is not sure whether his guess is correct or not, after all, he has never seen it.

"Take a gamble. If it doesn't work, we can only spend a lot of time to force the road."

Fortunately, the magic power in the eastern area of ​​the Gray Mang Wasteland is thin, otherwise they will not only have to face the complex thorny bushes, but also the sudden appearance of magical beasts and ferocious beasts.

In the afternoon, Weilin adjusted the direction and moved north.

After two hours of marching, they finally arrived at an unknown tributary of the Huangsha River system, a river five or six meters wide.

Standing by the stream, Weilin looked up and down the river, with a wide field of vision, and said with some joy: "Well, it's true, it's much better than that damn jungle."

"My Lord, thanks to your wise decision, we have been liberated from that green cage." Kyle praised sincerely on the side.

"Okay, let the soldiers take a break, and then we will continue to set off, and strive to complete the task of destroying the first goblin tribe tomorrow afternoon." Hearing the praise from his subordinates, Weilin was in a very good mood, and smiled and ordered Kyle.

"Yes."

When thousands of people heard about the break, they all found a place near the river to sit down and enjoy the rare freshness.

The sultry jungle brought them only depression. Under the pressure of the officers, as the bottom soldiers, they could not and had no right to express their opinions.

"Black Hammer, your lord is so good that he actually gave us time to rest."

"That's right, unlike our baron, who rode on the horse and whipped us with a whip, disliked us for not keeping up with the speed."

By the river, a team sat together and talked in a low voice.

"I, Black Hammer, can meet Lord Weilin, it is the blessing of the gods. With the gift of the lord, I am what I am today." Black Hammer narrated with a pious face.

They heard this many times, but they did not feel disgusted. Instead, they sympathized and envied this sixteen-year-old boy.

Compared to Black Hammer, who was born as a serf, they were at least born as civilians, with limited choices and channels for advancement.

"Alas, thinking about what our lord looks like, I really want to take my family to the Praying Star Lake." A soldier in his thirties complained.

"You are not going to die. If your lord's officers hear you, you will have a hard time when you go back." An old soldier next to him was shocked and hurriedly covered his mouth. He looked around vigilantly and advised after finding that there was no officer.

"Old Mike, don't say it, if it weren't for... Alas, I just don't know if there is a way."

Others sighed and then fell silent because an officer came over here.

After the patrol officer left, Black Hammer looked at his "comrade-in-arms" and said woodenly: "Or I will ask my former superior to see if there is any way."

"Really, Black Hammer."

"Please."

"Black Hammer, may the goddess of life bless you."

When everyone heard this, they raised their heads and looked at Black Hammer with hopeful eyes.

At this moment, Weilin didn't know what was happening among the lower-level soldiers in the army. Instead, he was thinking about the best solution based on the information obtained by the scouts and the distance to the goblin tribe.

"Twenty kilometers downstream is the first goblin tribe selected this time, with about four hundred goblins."

"According to the most common estimation method in this world, the combat power of this goblin tribe should be 70%, that is, 280 goblin warriors."

"It is a little difficult to block the news and prevent other monster tribes from knowing the news, but it is not enough to stump me."

Afterwards, Weilin asked people to put away the map and ordered the troops to move out and move downstream along the river.

...

In the downstream section of an unknown tributary of the Huangsha River system, in a simple goblin camp, in the eyes of the goblins, this is already a luxurious nest.

A strong goblin is dominating the tribe. Since the tribe leader and the elder left with the elite fighting force of the tribe, this place is his world.

"Acting... Acting tribe leader, there seems to be some movement upstream, and there are a lot more fish than usual." An ugly goblin entered the wooden shed and reported carefully.

"There are more fish, which means that our god is favoring us. Now get out of here." The intense movement was interrupted, and the acting goblin tribe leader stared at the ugly guy viciously.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The ugly goblin rolled out of the wooden shed and was laughed at by the goblins next to him. He had no idea that destruction was coming.

window._taboola = window._taboola || ; _taboola.push({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail - 300x250', target_type: 'mix' });