"I've always been the one robbing others! This is the first time I've been robbed!" Ismir trembled with rage. As Romanian's clingy nuisance, he had spent years raiding Orc camps and beast lairs. This was the first time someone had chased him down to rob him.
"Enough, stop complaining! Haven't you learned your lesson yet?" Ymir said sarcastically.
If it had not been for Ismir's greed in late autumn, how would they have ended up like this? With winter approaching, Ismir had wanted to make one more fortune before heavy snow blocked the roads. Hunting and gathering had become Windhelm City's primary sources of income!
The fresh mushrooms of Mirkwood had become the newest darlings of the Lagrange Kingdom's dining tables! Especially after Roland shamelessly "invented" hot pot, Mirkwood's mushrooms had become a delicacy in everyone's eyes! By picking mushrooms, Windhelm City had miraculously maintained a balance between food income and expenditure! Bags of dried mushrooms were traded for shiploads of grain. Although potatoes remained the staple food of Windhelm City's ordinary residents, they had at least achieved food and clothing security!
Combined with the soldiers under Ismir, who had practically become a hunting party, the low-level beasts and high-yield wild animals in Mirkwood became their prey. Relying on this, Baron Ismir had barely kept his territory operating normally, while still finding enough room to upgrade its industries and expand its city defenses!
Then, just before winter this year, Ismir and his people unexpectedly encountered a group of Cyclopes. These legendary creatures had greatly shocked everyone! They had seen living dragons before, but this was truly their first time seeing living Cyclopes! However, nature was filled with savagery. The Cyclopes directly attacked Ismir and his people. Thanks to their excellent mobility, Ismir's group returned without major losses, but they never