In the Name of Lagrange! Long Live!

"Alright! Enough of that..." Roland kicked a couple of soldiers who were staring at the piles of supplies with greedy eyes.

Shamefully, due to the dire conditions in Flowing City, Reno and Caslo couldn't find suitable warehouses for the supplies. They finally decided to store them in the lord's castle. To Roland's shock, his already cramped castle was filled with twenty cartloads of supplies... Roland couldn't say anything in front of the Dwarves, so he could only force a smile as he watched everyone busy themselves.

"So, are you two not going to give me an explanation?" Roland chuckled as he watched Reno and Caslo try to sneak away.

"My lord, you misunderstand..." Caslo's hair stood on end as he saw Roland smiling.

"Uh, Your Majesty, please let me explain..." Reno stammered.

"Misunderstanding? Explanation? They didn't even leave me a place to sleep! And you call it a misunderstanding! An explanation!" Thus, Roland, wielding a ham, chased Reno and Caslo, a legendary scene. The ham, swinging with powerful force, was as reliable as the Dragon-slaying Sword, easily leaving the two of them seeing stars.

"Hehe, Grandpa Ladyl, why is the King chasing Lord Reno and Lord Caslo?" Ivy asked with a light laugh, looking at the three running in the city, asking the War Mage Ladyl, who was basking in the sun and resting.

"Perhaps because they forgot to leave the King a bed..." The wrinkles on Ladyl's old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he chuckled as well.

"It's good to be young and energetic!" Ladyl watched the chasing group, feeling a sense of envy. At his age, he rarely engaged in strenuous physical activity. Profound Magic could already take the place of his legs to help him measure the world.

"Hmm?" Ladyl's immense mental power spread out. More than ten kilometers away, about thirty refugees, newly refreshed by the system, were being hunted by a group of hungry Orcs. Ladyl's expression tensed, and a surge of immense magic erupted. With a whoosh, he vanished from Ivy's side.

"Huh? That's Blink!" Ivy looked enviously at the spot where Ladyl had been sitting. As a third-tier Priest, she couldn't perform this advanced Blink spell.

(Blink is a basic spell for spellcasters. Depending on the magic level, it allows instantaneous movement from ten meters to several hundred meters. Blink is an advanced version of Blink, with instantaneous movement distances exceeding a thousand meters.)

"God! Who will save us?" The women and children, surrounded by over a dozen strong men, cried, covering their faces. They thought they would once again bask in Lagrange's Glory, but they never expected to be targeted by a group of Orcs.

"Whoosh!" Among the refugees were several hunters wielding bows. Their relatively accurate archery allowed them to hold their ground against the Orcs. As these were Orc tribes from the wilderness, their physique and equipment were far inferior to the Orc kingdom army led by Azog, so the two sides could still hold their ground. The other men grabbed wooden clubs and formed a circle around the women and children, protecting them.

"Clang clang clang!" Clumps of rocky spikes suddenly erupted from under the Orcs' feet, turning dozens of Orcs into bloody messes.

"Ah!" The sudden slaughter terrified the women and children.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are the Lagrange survivors this timid now?" Ladyl emerged, leaning on his staff and smiling.

"Mage Lord!" The men, having recovered, quickly bowed. After all, he was a noble Mage, and he had saved their lives. It was only right to show him the utmost respect.

"No need for formalities. You are also here to seek refuge with the last King of Lagrange, aren't you?" Ladyl confirmed, glancing at the homemade dragon banner they carried.

"Yes, my lord. We were guided by the gods to seek the last glory of Lagrange..." the leading hunter said humbly.

"Well, it's just a few more kilometers in this direction, and there's no danger along the way. You can proceed with peace of mind." Ladyl smiled and vanished with a Blink. The old man's legs were not good, so he couldn't accompany these people on foot; it would take ages. Besides, why walk when you have magic? It was a shame he wasn't a spatial mage, or he could have teleported the refugees a long distance, saving them the journey.

"Bang bang bang!" The dull sound of steel armor clashing echoed. One hundred metal cans marched silently across the wilderness. Guided by the gods, they were coming to seek refuge with their last King. These were the Lagrange City Guards summoned by Roland. They advanced steadily towards Flowing City, following the route the refugees had taken.

"Hoo!" The leading city guard suddenly raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him quickly formed a circular formation. Shoulders touching, they held their shields tightly together, forming a half-body shield wall with only their heads and lower legs exposed. Their sharp steel spears pointed straight at the withered wilderness.

"Orcs! They died not long ago! They were killed by an earth mage! At least a second-tier mage!" Several scouting city guards returned.

"We need to leave quickly. Judging by these Orcs' totems, they are from a wilderness tribe. Orcs will soon come looking for their missing kin," the leading warrior analyzed.

"It seems civilians have also appeared here!" A meticulous city guard found a few crude wooden arrows on the Orc corpses. These were clearly not the bows and arrows used by the army; they should be from hunters' bows.

"This is troublesome. There are civilians ahead... We can't just leave them. They should be like us, following the King... We can't leave the civilians to the Orcs." The city guards were troubled. They were not good at tracking and were unsure of the civilians' direction. If the civilians decided to take a detour to Flowing City, the skilled trackers, the Orcs, might bypass them and attack the civilians. With only one mage and a few hunters protecting them, it might not be enough to protect everyone.

"Then what should we do?" The other city guards had no good ideas either. They didn't know how the civilians had left.

"We'll stay! We'll intercept the Orcs! How can mere wilderness Orc tribes possibly shake us!" The pride of the Lagrange City Guards was ignited. Yes! They were once the glorious guardians of the capital of the Lagrange Empire. They protected the people, their homes, and the empire! What they were doing now was simply their duty.

"In the name of Lagrange! Long live!" The Lagrange City Guards carried out their final pre-battle mobilization.

"Form a circle formation. We'll wait for them here." The one hundred city guards quickly formed a circle formation on a small hill. They knelt on the ground, allowing their shields to cover their entire bodies. Their cross-slung hand crossbows were also held level.

After an unknown amount of time, the grass in the distance suddenly swayed. The Orcs' ugly heads appeared intermittently in the withered grass.

"Volley!" Seeing the Orcs rush out of the grass and expose themselves, they all pulled the triggers of their hand crossbows.

"Huh? A small squad of Lagrange City Guards?" Ladyl, who had just been sunbathing for a while, suddenly sensed the city guards engaging in battle with the Orcs.

"Never mind, I won't interfere. Fighting these wilderness Orcs, the Lagrange City Guards can charge back and forth with their eyes closed," old man Ladyl insisted that he was not making excuses for being too lazy to move; it was purely because they were strong and didn't need his help.

Brothers, let's push for recommendation votes. The votes have been low these past few days.