Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 917: Yorkshire (Recommended 340,000 plus more)

With Leylin's reputation here, those nobles spoke politely after seeing his true intentions, and then left as if they were burning their ass. Alas. ⊙

Soon, the tents in the tent seem to rise up, and only a few people choose to stay, including Leylin's old acquaintances.

"Andrew Baron! I didn't expect you would make this choice!"

Leylin looked at the middle-aged noble who was constantly holding a silk handkerchief in front of her face and said calmly.

"This Orc/Beastman offensive is very fierce, and even Werecreature is not so easy to deal with, and the grain stored in my territory is not enough to survive this winter shortage ..."

Andrew Baron smiled bitterly: "It's just that I have a humble request ... Can I bring some family members a little while passing by my territory ..."

"As long as there are less than a hundred people and you bring your own dry food!" Leylin nodded.

"That's really grateful!" Andrew's head dropped deeply.

Although I am very distressed about the territories to be lost, Andrew can better see the situation in the North!

Those idiots and fat pigs still want to compromise with Orc/Beastman? Or hope that the other side will let it go, just as ridiculous and ridiculous as the sun coming out from the west!

"Okay, I'll give you a day to prepare and start as soon as the time comes!"

Leylin has made a decision.

...

On the withered wilderness, a large team is slowly moving forward.

And the first few horses rushed forward with Knight, blood stains on their bodies, full of a strong temperament.

Knight rushed to the front of a huge carriage, with a humble and respectful voice: "Lord, the trouble in front has been resolved. It is a mess of gnome and dwarf robbers ... no casualties!"

"Hmm! Order the team to speed up!"

In carriage, Leylin stopped close their eyes's contemplative movement and said something slowly.

After the order was issued, the entire team ’s forward speed solemnly/calmly increased by a few points.

"It's really a huge team ..."

Leylin opens the window above carriage and looks at the bustling crowd outside. Especially the scattered refugees who followed his team sighed lowly.

Orc/Beastman's Strength are all concentrated in the direction of Silver Moon City, while those Werecreature are busy looting the Leylin territory they left behind, and they are all happy to leave this team.

After meeting the members of noble such as Andrew. Leylin's once again broke through the 1,000-person mark, and it can be used to bluff people.

To this extent, the large army is despised, and the small harassment is sufficient to cope with it, so it has been very safe on the way south. Only these refugees were accidental.

The fierce offensive of Orc/Beastman and huge forces completely destroyed the area north of Silver Moon City, and also generated a large number of refugees.

There are humans fleeing to the south, and many of them are still very messy.

On the wilderness in the fall, a feast of bandits, horse-mounted bandits, and gnome was immediately formed, and numerous crimes were repeatedly performed.

It can be said if there is not enough force to protect it. It's a dream to reach the South safely!

On the way, there are no civilians or even noble coming to ask for asylum, but Leylin's own food is not much left, and it is impossible to leave these people who are not familiar with it. In addition to accepting several noble as foreign aid, His team did not accept any more.

It's just that the refugees spontaneously followed Leylin, relying on his power to get on the road, which is also no way out.

As long as no trouble is formed, Leylin will be rare to manage.

"From now on, the prosperity of the Northland will all become history ..."

Leylin goes out of carriage. Ride on a black horse and watch the entire team.

Wherever he went, both the noble family and the original soldier lowered his head in respect.

Of course they knew that it was Leylin, the army's master, who sheltered them. Having mastered their life and death, if Leylin turns their faces and kicks them out, those miserable refugees are their portrayal!

Also, the high-grade officer is still a [high grade Wizard]!

I have to say that in a troubled world, people who have strong Strength can still give people a sense of security. Tiff is more sensitive after all. After coming out of Nether Mountains, Leylin intentionally let the other party hide in the dark, and even if there are rumors, unbelievers occupy most of them.

[Legend] What a great Strength? How could you suddenly join His Majesty Leylin?

In addition, most of the strongest [Legend] in Northland have been famous for a long time, but the appearance of Tiff is very strange, let alone a pseudonym.

"Hello Leylin!"

At this time, Andrew also came to Leylin's with a white horse, with a flattering smile on his face.

At this time, looking at the other party's mount, Leylin wanted to laugh.

In previous life, most of the generals who rode white horses in ancient times did not end well because it was too easy to tell the difference.

It ’s the same now. If there is an assassin or an archer at this time, the first Target must be Andrew, and the opponent ’s mount and noble decoration are too prominent.

"Well! There are at most three days away, we are about to reach Yorkshire. I don't know what you plan to do?" Leylin asked.

Yorkshire is a human area south of Silver Moon City, and it is also a place where Leylin believes that Orc/Beastman will not attack. The huge land in the north is enough for them to digest, and other forces are unwilling to watch the Orc/Beastman **** system expand further.

"I have a few relatives over there, I can go to them this time!"

Andrew said with a wry smile on his face: "Maybe I can buy a villa in the city and buy a few estates outside the city, but it is not possible to live like a Northland ... ... "

The great lives of noble all come from their own territories, from taxes and the oppression of civilians.

Once they lose territory and private soldiers, they lose their foundation of power! That's why there are so many nobles staying in the North! It's not that they can't see the consequences, but they are really reluctant!

In contrast, the choice of Andrew is very wise and decisive.

"Yorkshire ..."

Leylin has a playful smile on his face.

"Yes, there is the territory of Marquis Lanse!" Andrew did not say after saying a word.

The marquis is also an important component of Silver Moon Alliance, Strength, but the performance of this disaster is very ambiguous, has been stagnant, and also has a very close relationship with other human kingdoms in the middle.

Of course, Leylin their escape from battle is not much better, so the older brother will not talk about the second brother.

"At any time, as long as you are not stupid enough to jump out and threaten the central government, the chances of local real power being appeased are still high, let alone Gods World's noble nobility status system ..."

Leylin is very transparent to those in power.

After the people in the south hit Silver Moon Alliance, they definitely don't want Orc/Beastman to continue to grow. Therefore, after Silver Moon City is breached, the suppression of Orc/Beastman has become the mainstream.

And that Marquis Lanse is even more so! He definitely doesn't want his territory to become a battlefield, and at this time it must be necessary to attract other Strength!

Although it is not possible to divide the territory directly from Yorkshire to appease, it is very probable to be generous to others around Yorkshire, and to use these fleeing powers as a buffer.

"Dividing the northern territory of Yorkshire to us, let us be the vanguard and cannon fodder against the advancement of Orc/Beastman ..."

Leylin touched his chin, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was strange: "Maybe, after entering Yorkshire, someone will pull me to go on a blind date ..."

It is too ugly to directly deprive the noble of the fiefdom, but through marriage, it is a relatively gentle and recognized practice.

Those big noble will definitely not want to be said to be ugly, so this is almost inevitable.

Three days later, the brigade's men and women entered the Yorkshire range.

Here, the order is clearly re-established. Well-equipped soldiers are patrolling everywhere, and a large number of cavalry can be seen from time to time.

Obviously, for those Orc/Beastman in the north, Marquis Lanse cannot dare to believe too much. After all, with the simple thinking of Orc/Beastman, it is also normal to occasionally lose your head.

Also, compared with Orc/Beastman, the security problems caused by these refugees are even more serious!

At least, after seeing the formation of Leylin, the soldiers and soldiers showed a wary expression on their faces.

In this regard, Leylin showed its noble and military rank certificate indifferently, and then let the other party do it.

"I finally saw ... Strength of Church ..."

Leylin can see at this moment, outside the city, many huge tents are well organized in order, and a large number of Priests wearing various different emblems and logos are working hard to save the refugees.

In times of disaster, it is often the harvest season of faith. Leylin saw many people regretfully crying after receiving relief oatmeal, and immediately joined Church.

"These Priests were rarely seen when they suffered in the North, but now they appear collectively here, which is enough to represent the attitude of human Gods ..."

Leylin thought to himself.

Of course, among these Priests, there is no stranger.

Leylin saw Paladin and mercenaries of some squads rushing north.

"This is the Paladin and Priest of God of Justice Tyr, rushed to the battlefield in my own name ..."

Leylin secretly thought: "The attitude of the human camp Gods is strictly neutral, even if it is God of Justice, can you only allow your followers to fight in their own name? Ridiculous infighting ..."

Leylin sneered, but this was also his chance. (To be continued.)