Dust of History Chapter 11: Borugan-sama

Borugan-sama is not called "Borugan-sama" or "Master", but his entire name is Borugan-sama. Fittingly with the name, it seemed like he was born for it. Bracada used to be just a small station on the border, but under his administration it developed into a town of considerable size within a few years. He also went from the smallest official about the size of a chicken feather to the administrator of a town.

Borugan-sama is very troubled now. He was sitting on that big chair with his head propped on his hands in a daze.

The caravan disguised by the thief has been going for a month. Mr. Borugan stood in front of the checkpoint and watched them set off with his own eyes. He saw Asa and Xiaoyi also dressed as businessmen mixed in.

It takes about 20 days to go west from Bracada to cross the wild highlands to reach the country in the west, but this is only the narrowest section at the southern end of the highlands. In the north, there is still a large area of ​​land surrounded by the Lizard Swamp and the Sandfes Mountains. It's just that there are no resources or relics worth exploring there. It's just a wasteland scattered with woods, hills, and wild beasts. After the empire's army swept up the orc tribe a few years ago, basically no one set foot in it. If the orcs really want to build a city-state, then the biggest possibility is there. In terms of time, they should have arrived almost as well.

What is the situation there? Is it really a more rational country? So what will the orcs think of the empire that has been sweeping them? He hopes that Asa can come back soon. Although unlikely, it is hoped that the news brought back will turn the tide of the upcoming war.

Footsteps are heard in the corridor. There should be several people, because someone was shouting, but only the sound of a footstep could be heard. This voice alone covers all the footsteps in its majestic atmosphere. The strides are large, and the landing is very loud, and it is a very heavy and steady muffled sound. From the sound of these footsteps, one can hear the huge physique and momentum of the victim.

Borugan-sama sighed, what was supposed to come will come after all, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

The door was pushed open, or it should have been knocked open. As soon as the two doors opened, they slammed against the wall and made a knocking sound, and a huge body appeared in the room.

If someone doesn't know how to write the word mighty, just look at this person and he will immediately learn from it. This person seems to have been transformed from the concept of 'mighty'. From the tip of his hair down to his heels, every part is full of the mighty and ferocious aura of a soldier. A head of golden hair protruding from the helmet mixed with the same golden beard, and the traces of vicissitudes and knife scars on the face were mixed together, as if it was war rather than time that made this person old. He was a head taller than ordinary people, and his huge body, which was one shoulder wider, wore a modified steel armor, which only protected the important parts of his body, leaving the rest completely exposed, with scars from knives and axes on his rock-like muscles. Hanging from his waist are two double-edged axes that are difficult for ordinary people to lift.

Borugan-sama waved to the following people from the city hall to let them go out. This man barged in without making a sound, and they tried to stop him, but they didn't stop him. Lord Borugan stood up and nodded, "Hello, General Sanders."

"I'm not good." General Sanders stared directly at Borugan-sama. "I came from the southern border two thousand miles away, and I rode ten fast horses to death. I am very tired and unhappy, so I am not good."

"Then where is your army? Would you like to take a rest first..."

The general looks really tired, but even a tired lion is full of domineering and evil spirit. "I've already told you: I'm not good. It means to tell you not to say those polite nonsense."

Master Borugan nodded. Since he took over the inn here ten years ago, he has been dealing with the general who is not very easy to deal with. He is very familiar with the general's temper. Do as he says.

"Do you know why I came here in such a hurry?"

"Don't know."

"Because I heard some strange rumors about the wild highlands in the west. I heard that a city-state of orcs is being built there."

"I know."

"Then do you know that Captain Sanders of the Paladins recruited mercenaries in your city half a year ago?"

"I know."

"Then do you know why he wants to recruit mercenaries?" The general kept asking, his voice getting deeper every time he asked.

"I don't know." Master Borugan seems to be able to say only these few words.

"So have you heard anything about him and his troops since then?"

"No."

"No?" The general's two flame-shaped eyebrows burned together in the middle, and the sound was like a low roar of a ferocious beast. "Then do you know what that army is going to do?"

"Don't know."

"The head of the Holy Knights and I secretly appointed him to go to the wasteland in the west to investigate the movements of the orcs. But I haven't heard from them for half a year, and now I hear that the orcs are already on the high ground A city-state was established." The general's voice sounded like the roar of a lion. "The only thing I got in the last letter was that you refused to lend him your soldiers, so he had to recruit mercenaries here. And such a group of people disappeared around your town, and you have nothing I know." The general stared at Lord Borugan's face and asked word by word. "Please explain to me what's going on."

Master Borugan took a deep breath, and explained slowly and methodically: "Chief Sanders didn't tell me what mission he was going to perform, he just asked me to lend him the guards in the city. But he didn't have the relevant documents, so I didn't hand over the troops to him. He gathered the soldiers he brought and the mercenaries he recruited, and they went deep into the wild highlands, which was too far away, so we There is no connection at all. I thought they returned to the empire from other places, so I didn't care. As for the orc's establishment of a city-state... I really only heard about it recently."

The general stared at Mr. Borugan for a while and asked, "Just because you don't have that document, you refuse to hand over the troops to him? You should know that the rank of the leader of the Paladin team is much higher than yours, and What else is more important than military missions that are related to the safety of the country?"

Lord Borugan said: "No matter what mission he said he wanted to perform, if there is no formality, it's just a private request. I can't just hand over the troops to others because of the level of the official position. I must maintain the local law and order , I am the magistrate of this town."

With a bang, the ax that was still hanging on the general's waist had been smashed on the desk, and the table made of good wood collapsed completely. "You are an official!" The general seemed to tear the dwarf in front of him to pieces with his voice. "If it weren't for us soldiers who were working **** the front line, how could you dog officials play with power in the back. Thanks to us soldiers, the people on the border would not be harassed by those orcs, and the trade route to the west would be better. It can be smooth and smooth. The glory and wealth of you people are all exchanged with the lives of our soldiers, you know? But it is because of the obstruction of these dog officials who only know power like you that I will be **** in the **** south. After coming over, he had to recruit some mercenaries to scout, but there was no news for half a year, and those orcs established a city-state next to our empire...."

The ax only hit the center of the desk, but the whole desk was smashed even the bottom corner, as if it was just a decoration made of flour. Mr. Borugan looked at the ax in front of his nose, as long as the point of this thing moved one foot forward, he would be mixed with the sawdust on the ground, and sweat was already flowing down his chin.

The general stared at him, murderous aura and grief turned and turned in his eyes, and finally returned to the depths of his pupils. He slowly withdrew his hand and put the ax back on his waist, took out a piece of official document from his pocket and threw it in the face of Mr. Borugan. "This is the official document you want. Now that the empire has begun to enter the war, I will handle all affairs on the frontier. The trade to the west will be interrupted immediately, and Bracada will be used as a military stronghold. You are no longer this town Commander."

"The special envoy of the Duke of Mrak has already gone to that city-state to inquire about the news. If they bring back the news, maybe there is no need to start a war..." Master Borugan said.

"I never repeat my orders." The corners of the general's eyes were shaking, showing that his patience had reached its limit. "I'm telling you for the last time, I'm in a bad mood. Get lost."

Master Borugan did not say a word, silently picked up a few pages of official documents scattered on the ground, turned around and walked to the door, stopped in his footsteps and said in a low voice: "I am deeply sorry and regretful about your son's matter, but I had to do that, and that was my duty."

The general was still standing in the middle of the room, motionless like a stone statue. Borugan-sama's footsteps in the corridor became farther and farther away, and then his voice calling for other staff of the city hall could be heard.

The general walked slowly to the chair and sat down, burying his face in his hands. The long-distance travel and the large fluctuations in mood made him seem ten years older suddenly.

It all started when the current emperor ascended the throne and changed the prime minister two years ago. After the new emperor ascended the throne, a holy parable came, saying that the west had settled down and there was no need to send large troops to garrison, while the southern countries were ready to move, and ordered all the troops to be transferred to the south, and there was no need to stay here because it did not border other countries. Dismount the troops and have local escorts.

When he received this order, he knew it was the meaning of the new prime minister. Many people in their family have long been salivating over the trade routes leading to Western countries. I have always been displeased with these people, and they often strictly check their caravans. Of course, they will not let themselves continue Guard there. But it doesn't matter, he has never been very interested in politics, since the imperial decree said that the army should be transferred to the south, then he will do so.

The son of the captain of the Paladins half a year ago brought a secret letter from Captain Roland, saying that there seemed to be orcs active in the wild highlands on the western border, and asked him to investigate.

However, due to the deterioration of relations with several southern countries, war may break out at any time, and the imperial court has ordered that no troops be transferred away. He wrote several times to the imperial court asking for an increase in funds to allocate troops to station in the west, but there was no response. Needless to say, someone was playing tricks, which made him hate those politicians. But no matter how he got angry, he was a soldier after all, and he couldn't move an inch without an order.

The Holy Knights are the most elite troops in the empire, and they can only be dispatched with the simultaneous consent of both the emperor and the church. Therefore, Captain Roland can only send people to investigate in private, but either the inspectors have no sound training, or there is no result at all. After all, the wild highland is too big and dangerous, and a considerable number of troops are needed to do it. Really practice full reconnaissance. The politicians headed by the Erni family in the DPRK have been trying to get their hands on the army, so they have been working hard to deal with military leaders like him and Roland politically. The orc's news was only learned by Roland from the trail, and it was groundless. If they arbitrarily mobilized their troops to spread the matter, they would easily be caught by those people.

Although he didn't really believe that those orcs who had been almost killed by him would do anything else, but he also knew that Roland was not a person who made a big fuss. So he quietly selected some soldiers from his own army and asked his son to take them to the west to send troops from some places to scout together. But this trip turned out to be like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news for half a year. With the heavy responsibility of guarding the frontier, he naturally did not dare to leave his post without authorization, and he kept trying to find out, but there was no result, until finally Roland finally got the definite evidence and reported it to the court, and then a piece of holy parable came down saying that the orcs on the Western Highlands had died. A city-state was established and he was asked to send troops to the west immediately.

As soon as he received the news, he knew that his son had died at the hands of the orcs. It was his youngest and last son.

All orcs must be killed no matter what the price.

This is already an oath he made more than twenty years ago. At that time, he had silently asked the gods to bear witness to this oath. He didn't ask for anything this time, and he felt that it would be all right if the devil came to help.

The news of the war suddenly fell on the heads of the residents of Bracada like a torrential rain in midsummer.

However, people quickly adapted from the shock and disbelief, and began to pack their things and leave this place. The brief residence in this place for a few years is not enough to make them feel nostalgic. In just three days, the original scene of prosperity disappeared from the city.

Borugan-sama stood at the corner of the street and watched the people leaving here with their bags on their backs. This was the last group of residents to leave. The doors of the taverns were open everywhere, and there were only some tables, chairs, furniture, and garbage left empty inside. The windows of the rooms upstairs were swaying from side to side by the wind, occasionally making a crackling sound.

The first troops have arrived, the light of swords, spears and armor is shining everywhere, and the fatigue after the hasty march can't conceal the toughness of this centaur.

"Is there going to be a war?" A man in a long robe drilled out from the corner of several houses and walked up to Mr. Borukan and looked at the scene on the street together and asked. "I just came here a few days ago, why did I see that there was going to be a war."

"Yes. There is going to be a war." Lord Borugan replied casually.

"There are so many people." The man looked at the soldiers around him. Lord Borugan's voice is already ugly, but compared with this person's voice, he can become a great vocalist. "If there is a real fight, even this town will be razed ~IndoMTL.com~ Yes." Borukan-sama glanced at this person. This man was probably a homeless man with some kind of disease, his whole body was wrapped in a long robe with only the upper half of his face exposed.

"I don't know when this battle will start. When will these people start?" The man shook his dull eyes and looked at the soldiers passing by on the street.

"Probably tomorrow." As long as he rests for one night, the general will probably let these people go to check the situation first. Borugan-sama thought.

The tramp let out an oh. "It's so fast, then I have to go quickly."

"Yes, let's go." Lord Borugan turned his head and left. He also needs to go to the city hall to explain in detail the surrounding terrain and the distribution of buildings in the town to the officers, and tell them where to store food and grass, where to store troops, and where to guard. This was his last task as magistrate.

Looking at the empty tavern around him, he smiled wryly. Every house here is planned by himself and then watched to be built brick by brick. He had admired himself a little for the idea when planning to combine the city's brothels, hotels and taverns. He kicked up while walking, and a small stone flew out and hit the door panel on the side of the road, making a dull and dull sound.