MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 59 Swiftstream Legion

"Huh? I seem to have another way to get soldiers!" Roland pondered for a moment, and finally realized that he actually has a system store! It's just that the things there are a bit expensive... So Roland hardly ever goes to see that thing, after all, he can't afford it just by looking at it.

"Check the mall!" Roland quietly instructed the system.

"Wow!" A light curtain that only Roland could see unfolded before his eyes.

"What the hell! It's all good stuff!" Roland's unsatisfactory tears were about to flow out of his mouth.

"Commodity 1: Flame Dragon Rider: Level 5: Rank 5! Quantity 1. Price: 1 million wealth value."

"Commodity 2: Light Sage: Quantity: 2. Price: 800,000 Wealth Points."

"Commodity 3: Time and Space Falling Forbidden Curse Scroll: Equal Rank: Great Forbidden Curse! Use this time: 2. Quantity: 1. Price: 1 million wealth value."

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"Emm, it's such a good thing! But look, what can a poor **** with only 400,000 fortune buy?" Roland immediately felt the feeling of being stumped by 100,000,000 cents.

"Commodity 12: Half-disabled Swift Stream Corps! Introduction: This was originally a full-scale Swift Stream Infantry Corps, but after encountering various natural and man-made disasters, there are currently only 1,500 Swift Stream Infantry soldiers. Discounted price: 30 A million fortunes!"

"I'll wipe it? You've figured it out for the system! Pinch my balance to set the price!" Roland's face suddenly turned green, and then he calculated carefully...

"Damn it! 200 wealth is worth a soldier! Are you stealing money?" Roland quickly said to Peter Grow, after taking care of him, he ran back to the tent alone, and then broke up with the system.

"I remember that a professional soldier used to have only 5 wealth points, right?" Roland vaguely remembered the previous price.

"Do you want love? Don't you know about inflation now?" A cold voice finally came from the system.

"What the **** is wrong with you!" Roland suddenly had a deeper understanding of the shameless lower limit of the system.

"..." The system installed a dead dog.

"Wait! I bought it!" Roland thought of his fourth-order commander, Marcus, and immediately slapped the table with a big hand and bought it.

The wealth value on the "Swipe~" system interface shrank rapidly, and soon only 100,000 wealth value remained.

"Forget it! Look at these life-saving troops!" Roland sighed, even if these 1,500 people were recruited light infantry Roland would buy them. Roland is too short of soldiers now! 1,500 soldiers were enough for Roland to run the entire war.

"Marcus should be very happy!" Roland thought to himself, after all, Marcus, the Lagrang city defense officer, used to be known as a fortress. His understanding and command of infantry were simply art. With this disease He should be able to exert his own advantages after the infantry regiment. Roland estimated that it would be impossible to go out and fight with the orcs. It is estimated that the war in the south will be dominated by urban offensive and defensive battles.

Roland got up and went to a corner of the tent, where there was a simple sand table centered on Rapid City, on which you could clearly see the terrain, the height of mountains, and other things that the map couldn't express. Roland looked at Changhu Lake. The two cities in the mouth have no confidence in the war that comes down.

"I've found all the allies I can find, and I've summoned all the soldiers I can. I can't win..." Roland rubbed his brows.

"My lord! Knight Peter has left." Kaslow opened the curtain and walked in.

"Well, he still needs his presence there." Roland waved his hand and didn't care.

"My lord, I didn't expect you to still have a Forbidden Curse Scroll! Why didn't you use it at the beginning? I just saw Your Excellency Ladir sitting at home and muttering with a dark face." Kaslow asked curiously, and then changed his mind. Thinking of Radiel's suspicion of being unkind in life, he suddenly laughed.

"Uh, that thing has been in the bottom of the box for too long. I only found it this time. I forgot when I first came here." Roland hurriedly said with a careless look.

"Well, yes, after all, there are indeed a lot of things passed down from generation to generation, and it's not easy to find." Caslow automatically made up the picture.

"..." Roland's mouth twitched when he heard it, and he still passed on it! It was all given by that unscrupulous system, and it was tears to say it! Especially Roland signed in and signed out Durex... What's the use of this set? Still upset! It's still Dixun... (cough! I'm on stage.)

"By the way, are you better?" Roland asked with concern. After all, the third-tier Kaslow knight and the fifth-tier warrior had a head-to-head fight, if it weren't for Verwey's explosion under the traction of Manikati After planting it, there will be nothing about Roland, the flying dragon knight. Everyone should stand in front of his tombstone with a wreath in mourning.

"It's all right! Just take a day off, little injury!" Kaslow said nonchalantly.

Roland showed a burst of envy, and it turned out that he was the one who signed a contract with the Dragon Clan. This recovery ability was similar to that of the Dragon Clan.

"King Roland! Huh? Caslow? Are you here too?" Verwey peeked in from outside the tent and was very surprised when he saw Caslow. Has the injury healed so quickly?

"Well, your Excellency Verwey, my injury is not in the way." Caslo respected, not only a sixth-order boss, but the most important thing is a future elf king!

"What's wrong? Your Excellency Verwey?" Roland still called him Your Excellency. After all, Verwey hadn't put on the crown to establish the country, so he couldn't be called a king.

"Come and see you! By the way, thank you for your help to me." Verwey said gratefully, if it wasn't for the elf holy sword Manikati that Roland gave him, he would have been absolutely cold this time~www.novelbuddy.com ~It's okay, didn't you save Kaslow's life too? "Roland didn't care, Manikati put it in his hand as a decoration, but he really didn't expect this thing to spawn an elf king! Sure enough, it was the sword of fire in the elf holy sword, and it was forcibly transformed. The attributes of the holder are also enhanced with iso-orders.

"But I still want to thank you." Vervill bowed deeply.

"You're welcome, I also hope to help us to help you." Roland waved his hand.

"By the way, what are you going to do when you come down?" Roland was curious about the whereabouts of the prairie elves. After all, Verwey was already sixth-order, and there was no shelter for them anywhere, and the number of people on the prairie was small, so they could easily avoid the orcs. Go over the Misty Mountains and head west, or go far north to the Gray Mountains, and now Verwey has the ability to take them down! This is the deterrent power of a sixth-order professional.

"If you want to take your clan with you, the orcs can't keep you." Seeing that Verwey was silent, Roland opened his mouth and said. In the past, the poor strength of the prairie elves made Roland pull the strong men. Now the prairie elves have undergone earth-shaking changes. They are few in number and can be well taken care of by Verwey. Even if Azog and Polge have cerebral palsy, they will not use their own hands to build a quasi-elf king. That is no longer a problem of mental retardation...

"I plan to stay and help you!" Verwey, who was finally silent for half a salary, said, the grassland elves are not a group of people who don't know how to be grateful. On the contrary, they are happy and grudge, and they are **** and straightforward. They are different from ordinary elves.

"Then welcome you! If this battle is over and we are all still alive... I will watch you crowned as the Prairie Elf King." Roland looked up at him and smiled sincerely. The friendship between kings is very simple, isn't it? ?

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