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To Roland's surprise, not only did he bring back four thousand remnant troops, he also successfully convinced these soldiers that it was the damn goblins who killed Count Gruul.

Although Earl Gruul has an average character, mediocre ability, and bad temper, he always treats his direct troops well and their troops are very loyal.

Just when they were in panic and had no backbone, Woma appeared.

He knew the benefits, coupled with the inhumane behavior of these goblins in Gruul Province, he finally convinced these remnants to resist with him.

Roland reduced these troops into an independent brigade and gave it to Vomar's command.

If he trusts Woma, he will trust him to the end.

Seeing that Roland was so trusting, Woma blushed, knelt down in front of Roland, lowered his head and whispered:

"Master, there is only one two-year-old child left in the Gruul family. I made my own decision to let him go. I..."

"Sir, there is no need for this. I have promised you to leave a way out for the Gruul family, and I will not break my promise. You settle him first, and when the situation stabilizes, I will find a remote territory to settle the child."

Roland paused briefly and said softly: "Just treat him as your distant nephew and a branch of your family."

Woma was slightly shocked and quickly expressed her gratitude.

Roland's meaning is very clear. The Gruul family has been extinct and must be extinct. This child can only exist as a side branch of the Woma family.

Roland gave him face, and he couldn't be shameless.

Woma raised his head and assured loudly: "I know!"

"Okay, let's not talk about these trivial matters. We are ready to fight these 20 dwarves. What suggestions do you have?"

Woma was silent for a long time, looked at Yanis and Granny beside Roland, and said slowly:

"My advice is...retreat."

"retreat?"

Roland was a little surprised. Did Woma not want revenge?

If there had been no goblin invasion, Gruul would not have suffered such humiliation even if he had to die sooner or later. At least he would have had the option of handing over his territory and surrendering.

Woma said in a deep voice: "I want to kill all these damn green dwarves immediately, but I can't let my anger influence your decision-making."

"Our military is at an absolute disadvantage. Even if we fight bravely to defeat the enemy, we will pay heavy casualties. If we cannot fight a war of annihilation, a rout war is meaningless."

"Retreating is the wisest option."

Roland nodded and said loudly: "The difference in strength between the enemy and ours may not be as great as you think. Forests may grow anywhere on the land of Gruul Province, and every tree is my warrior."

Woma thought of the forest where the attack and defense of Gruul Castle took place, and knew that this was Roland's backup plan for Count Gruul. He suddenly understood and immediately changed his words:

"In this case, we can rely on the forest to fight a war of attrition against them."

"Not a war of attrition, but a war of annihilation!"

Roland said firmly: "I will cross the Gruul River and give them a fatal blow, so that these dwarves will become fertilizer for the forest."

"After the victory, the residents of Gruul Province must also move away to avoid revenge."

Woma suddenly realized that Roland was not just killing two birds with one stone, but killing three birds with one stone.

First of all, it is a heavy blow to the arrogance of the goblins, making those who are ready to act think twice.

The second is to inspire the resistance of the human lords. Since the goblins are so vulnerable, why don't they dare to pick up weapons and kill him?

In the end, the residents of Gruul Province were relocated justifiably.

These residents have settled here for many years. There is no compelling reason to persuade them to move.But under the threat of the goblins, they had to leave.

After determining the course of action, Roland invited Woma to participate in the impromptu military meeting, but Woma found an excuse to avoid it.

Roland knew that he was avoiding suspicion.

Looking at Woma's back, Roland had a smile on his face.

Mr. Woma is indeed a talented person, and he is honest and trustworthy.

He could hide the children of the Gruul family in secret, but he spoke out openly.

He was open and honest, and Roland naturally gave him this face.

Watching Woma's back disappear into the distance, Yanis lowered her voice and reminded: "Roland, there are some things that are inconvenient for you to do. I can find someone to do it."

"No!"

Roland shook his head vigorously, "The City of Ten Thousand Races could accommodate more than 30 races in its glory. Could it be that we can't accommodate even one child?"

"What if one day this child has the ability, knows his life experience, and wants to take revenge?"

Roland's eyes burst out with a frightening light, and he said with a smile:

"Yanice, we don't have much time left. We have many enemies. One more of him is not more, and one less of him is not more. If you don't have the confidence and strength to reach the top, you will die sooner or later. Who will die? There is no difference."

Looking at Roland's confident expression, Yanis was also infected in her heart.

Yes, they have many enemies, and eventually they even have to face other candidates who want to become gods on earth.

Not bad for this one.

Agnes nodded, raised her riding whip, and gave the marching order to the entire army.

Roland's battle plan emerged in her mind.

I have to say, this is a pretty crazy plan.

According to her idea, she could set up camp at the Gruul River, hang up Levi's head, force the enemy to cross the river and attack them, and then attack them halfway across the river.

This is the safest method. The biggest problem is that the enemy can not come over but can still run away.

If the enemy's morale collapses, leaving a small number of troops behind, and the others quickly evacuate, the Gracian army will not be able to pursue it.

Forest seeds placed around it also have no effect.

Roland's plan was to challenge the enemy to cross the river and fight them to a decisive battle.

The probability that the enemy agrees is very high because this is the optimal solution for them.

As long as the Gracia army begins to cross the river, the goblins can use war machines to attack the troops crossing the river and hit them halfway across the river.

When the time comes, it will be Gracia's army that collapses.

He did not believe that the enemy disagreed.

The elf messenger came to the Gruul River, rode the moon blade beast and galloped along the river gracefully, shooting an arrow towards the military camp opposite.

After shooting this arrow, he calmly asked the Moon Blade Orc to stand up, and shot three more arrows like a show of skill, shooting down several flags in the goblin camp.

Slapping the door and pulling down the flag was a huge insult, which made the generals in the goblin camp filled with righteous indignation.

News of Levi's death filled the entire military camp with anger and sadness.

However, Roland's letter of challenge made them even more angry.

"If you have the guts, give up a piece of land on the opposite side at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will personally come and get your dog's head."

It was very vulgar, not aristocratic, and not even in the form of a letter of challenge.

Lennon Goldtooth, the veteran general who served as the commander of the march, narrowed his eyes.

There must be something wrong with such a straightforward provocation.

What on earth is Roland thinking?

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Just as the old coach Lennon narrowed his eyes and thought, the young generals quit.

They aggressively asked the coach to accept the challenge.

"Isn't it just to give up a piece of land? Give it to him!"

"Marshal Lennon, I know what you are worried about, but the Gruul River is more than 100 meters long. What conspiracy can make them fly over? If you are worried, I will personally go to the river bank to patrol and inspect."

"River bank? I'd even go slide down to the river and check it out!"

"Marshal, do you want to let the villain who killed BOSS continue to live freely?"

Lennon looked at these enthusiastic young generals and had a headache.

"Stupid, that's Roland, who is known as the 'Cunning One'! You will definitely pay the price for underestimating him!"

"Has he suffered any losses since his debut?"

The old marshal's words gradually silenced the young generals.

Before coming, they all had information about Roland and others, and had heard about Roland's past deeds. In their minds, Roland was a guy with great luck, mediocre strength, but extremely cunning.

Seeing that the generals had calmed down, the old marshal asked everyone a question.

"Think about it, what conspiracy is he brewing? Don't say there is no conspiracy. If you can't figure it out, your intelligence is too low."

The generals didn't dare to talk to him.

Low intelligence?

They are wise bloody goblins!They are the most intelligent race and would never accept such an accusation.

"Is he planning to sacrifice something to summon a super demon?"

"What are you sacrificing? Your pig brain? Use your brain. There are people from the Holy Palace of Light around him. If he dares to sacrifice and summon, he will be captured as soon as possible!"

The old man roared angrily.

Soon, someone else spoke timidly.

"Marshal, he must believe in the conversion formula that one human is equal to five goblins, and wants to take advantage of our low morale to defeat us head on."

"Of course he is not stupid, but he may be arrogant. Especially since he killed our BOSS, he must feel that we are vulnerable."

Coach Lennon's red face turned ashen.

He clenched his fists and refused to let go for a long time.

He couldn't think of any conspiracy Roland had. Could it be that it was really exaggerated?

Since Roland came of age, he has expanded his territory in just over half a year, gained recognition from the gods, and had a sacred tree resurrected in his territory. He has achieved all the achievements that many people would be excited to have even a little bit of in their lifetime.

It is reasonable for young people to be so complacent and forget their own things.

But it’s so reasonable!

The old handsome man's fists were about to bleed.

He squinted his eyes and looked outside the tent. The sun had already set, and the dark night seemed like a terrifying beast devouring everything.

Looking at the lights in the camp, he could guess the hesitation of the soldiers.

Without a decisive battle, morale may not be maintained.

Just when he took a deep breath and was about to make up his mind, a thunderous roar came from across the river.

"Lennon, the old dog, is as timid as a mouse!"

"Lennon, you old dog, you bastard, shrink your head!"

......

These curse words had a sonorous rhythm and cadence, and with the help of amplification magic, they resounded throughout the camp.

Roland's provocation was just a slap in the face.

Thinking that Levi was dead and would definitely be questioned when he returned, Marshal Lennon, who had been fighting all his life, spurted out a mouthful of old blood, his vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.

The young generals struggled to help him up, giving him medicine, and pinching him. In the end, they had to use an electric shock pacemaker to save the old guy.

Lennon's body was limp, he was unsteady on his feet, and his mind was blank.

Looking at his blank expression, the middle-aged general standing next to him said solemnly: "The old marshal is not feeling well. I automatically take over the command as deputy commander. Everyone, listen to my orders!"

Lennon struggled to stand up but failed.

His hands and feet were weak and he had no strength at all.

He could only stare at the middle-aged general and said coldly: "Leka, can you be responsible if we lose the battle?"

The general who became Leka looked at him with disdain and hummed: "If we were defeated, I would have died on the front line long ago. I am not a timid turtle like a mouse."

This naked ridicule caused the old marshal's blood pressure to spike instantly, and he almost fainted again.