Al'dor·Barov's visit is just the beginning.
In the next few days, more than a dozen nobles of different sizes came to visit one after another.
Some of them came to purchase iron ingots, weapons and armor, some came to promote their daughters or sisters, hoping to be favored by Allen and get married, and some simply came to get to know each other and say hello.
In short, during the conversation, these nobles were all making insinuations and trying to figure out what Emperor Empire's next strategy would be and when a large-scale war would break out with Trolls in the north.
After all, under the current system, nobles can only obtain more land and higher noble titles by participating in wars.
So basically everyone is extremely eager to see the war break out.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you must be the winning party.
Regarding these issues, Allen fully demonstrated the qualities that a qualified "politician" should have. He directly took the same nonsense that Sir Humphrey said and didn't say it and output it.
These first-generation nobles with "mud legs" had never seen this before, and they were all impressed by his "art of language".
Some people were so stunned that they didn't even know when they left.
Standing on the high tower of the wooden castle, Allen condescendingly admired the blank expression on the face of the last visiting nobleman in the distance. He smiled and joked without looking back, "See? This is the result of saving face. Remember, no matter at any time, when you don't understand something or don't understand what others are saying, never pretend that you understand. That will not make you smarter, it will only make you look stupid and stubborn."
"Your Excellency, is this not good?" Lyle's mouth twitched slightly.
He really didn't expect that Allen, who had always behaved maturely and steadily, would have such a wicked side.
"Don't worry, even if they know the truth in the future, they will only cover up the whole thing with lies and deception. Do you know the common characteristics of human beings, especially humans with status and identity?" Allen turned sideways and asked meaningfully.
Lyle thought for a few seconds and quickly shook his head, "I don't know."
"It's hypocrisy! The more powerful people are, the more hypocritical they become. Because only by wearing masks can they gain the upper hand in the intrigues and political struggles. Believe me, if these families can continue for more than ten or twenty generations, then they will portray my prank as a wise advice and use it to elevate the historical status of the founder of their family. What's more, do you think that everyone should know about things like national decisions?"
As a modern person, Allen undoubtedly has a very high sense of confidentiality.
He would not tell others some secrets related to the future policies of the entire country like the real Feudal Nobles, in order to show his important position in the eyes of the Empire court and the emperor.
It is precisely because of this that Soladin relies so much on and trusts him as a teacher.
"That's it!"
Lyle nodded in understanding.
Although he has become the de facto manager of this duchy, he is not sensitive to politics.
In other words, there are too few politically sensitive people in this era.
The way of thinking of most nobles stayed on land, livestock and population, thinking that these were the most important.
Not many people realize that the most intense battle for power in the future will be in the palace at Stromgarde.
However, Allen is not very interested in this kind of fight.
He just wants to personally participate in and decide the war that will soon determine the fate of mankind and even the future pattern of the entire Eastern Kingdoms.
Humanity and Elves Allied Forces VS Troll Empire Amani!
When I think of the overwhelming Trolls charging without fear of death, it's like a fire is burning in my heart.
Allen really hopes to compete with Zul'jin and see what kind of magic this guy uses to extend Trolls's average life span of only sixty years to nearly three thousand years.
Just when he was looking at the busy scene outside the window, a soldier suddenly rushed in from the main entrance on horseback, shouting breathlessly as he ran, "No... it's not good! A large number of Trolls troops suddenly appeared in the mountains to the north! They are carrying the flag of the Withered Tree Tribe!"
"What? Withered Troll!"
"Oh my God! Weren't they driven to the Hinterlands on the other side of the mountain by the Empire's army?"
"Damn it! These guys must be back for revenge!"
For a moment, everyone on the street who heard the news showed nervousness and panic.
Because for humans, Withered Tree Tribe is one of the Trolls tribes that they have the most and most frequent contact with.
These guys originally lived in the area of Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands, and occasionally conflicts and wars broke out with human tribes.
The two sides can be said to be old enemies.
It's just that Trolls, who had Amani Empire and Withered Tree Tribe's back in the past, was always able to take advantage, and would even capture human prisoners and throw them into a pot to cook them and eat them.
But since Soladin unified mankind, this situation has been reversed.
With stronger organizational capabilities, Empire quickly organized troops to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign against the entire Arathi and Trolls.
Since Withered Troll was dispersed most of the time and lived in a state of small Horde gathering, there was no time to organize effective resistance.
They were either killed without mercy, escaped, or became slave labor in the mines.
No one would have thought that these guys could get involved again and attack humans from unexpected places again.
"Mr. Duke, what should we do now?" Lyle's voice was trembling.
Obviously, such a big scene was beyond his ability, so he acted a little panicked.
After all, when soldiers talk about a large number, they usually refer to more than 10,000 people.
This means that, excluding Warrior, including the Horde members who followed, the number of Trolls is conservatively estimated to be over 60,000.
What is the concept of 60,000 Trolls with super powerful Regeneration Ability appearing on the battlefield?
Lyle I don't know, and I don't dare to think about it.
At least so far, humans have not encountered such a large number of Trolls invasions.
"Don't be nervous. First of all, send someone to Stromgarde immediately to deliver a message to our Emperor and the surrounding noble lords. Secondly, withdraw all the residents north of here, and issue an emergency mobilization order to reinforce the outer wall at all costs from now on. Finally, and most importantly, organize adult males for military training and issue them with the most basic bows and arrows, leather armor, spears, daggers and shields."
Compared to the panic of others, Allen, who had long been accustomed to big scenes, immediately issued orders one after another calmly.
With him as the lord as the backbone, Lyle and the knights quickly regained their composure and began to follow the orders without saying a word.
In less than ten minutes, a dozen messengers on horseback rushed out of the city gate and ran in all directions.
In addition, professional soldiers also began to follow active mobilization orders, knocking on doors and gathering adult men over the age of sixteen and under fifty for assault training.
At least teach them how to use weapons and shields, how to wear armor, and what special precautions to take when fighting Trolls.
Women are responsible for cooking, boiling water, transportation and other tasks.
In about an hour or two, this semi-military town built of wood and mud entered a state of war.
No one tried to escape.
Because they know that if this place is lost, the first human Empire will face the dilemma of being flanked by Trolls, and maybe the entire ethnic group will perish.
When it was almost nightfall, the first batch of people who got the news began to withdraw one after another.
Accompanied by the nervous cries of livestock and poultry, as well as the cries of children, it seems to give people the illusion that the end of the world is coming.
Throughout the night, every half hour to forty minutes, villagers from other villages would drag their families through the gate.
When three days passed, this small semi-military town was completely overcrowded.
Not to mention the houses they live in, even the streets and alleys are full of people lying on the ground.
But even so, no one wants to leave or go to the safer Stromgarde.
The reason is simple!
Before the transportation system of the Empire was completed, walking in the wild for a long time without enough force to protect oneself was basically not much different from seeking death.
Not to mention the Trolls pursuers behind him, the carnivorous beasts and wandering elemental creatures along the way can tear defenseless ordinary people into pieces.
Looking at this overcrowded town, Lyle smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, our carrying capacity has reached the limit. Although the food reserves in the warehouse are still sufficient, we can no longer accept the fleeing people, and they must be dispersed to other places."
"Where are they dispersed? Or how do you think after tens of thousands of Trolls arrive, is there any safe place around?" Allen asked expressionlessly.
"Your Majesty the Duke! We must take the initiative to delay the march of those Trolls. In this way, we can not only buy time to reinforce the City Wall, but also force them not to dare to divide their troops unscrupulously, so that the villages established in the rear area are safe and sound." A knight in his thirties next to him gave his own suggestion.
I have to say, he is really brave.
Because the brown bear of Forest Trolls and Raptor Cavalry are much more explosive in short distances than Warhorse.
"Asshole! Are you crazy? Those Trolls spear throwers will wipe out all our cavalry!" Another knight retorted sternly.
Just when a conflict and argument was about to break out between the two, Allen suddenly raised Teuchi and said, "That's enough! According to the current situation, we have no other way to delay time except taking the initiative. Therefore, the order is passed and all the cavalry are prepared to prepare two horses and carry ten days of supplies. We will set off in twenty minutes. This time I will lead the team myself!"
"What? No! Absolutely not!" Lyle objected loudly.
You must know that the reason why the current situation has not completely collapsed is because there is Allen, a lord who can make decisions.
If he has any shortcomings, there is no need to fight the next defensive battle, and he may collapse from within in minutes.
What's more, he would have to face the wrath of Emperor Thoradin afterwards.
"This is not a request, but an order. You should understand the meaning of the order, right?" Allen stared into the young man's eyes and asked.
"But... but..."
Lyle was obviously overwhelmed by the aura that he inadvertently exuded. Not only did he stutter when speaking, but beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead.
In the end, he couldn't resist the pressure and succumbed, and nodded with a look of despair. "Understood, I will make arrangements right away. But please be careful, otherwise His Majesty the Emperor will definitely break my neck with his own hands."
"No! You will be killed and eaten by Trolls before he breaks your neck."
Allen made a joke, then took off his relatively comfortable robe and put on a pair of scales made of steel. At the same time, he took out the Doorplate Greatsword, which was two meters long and thirty centimeters wide.
To be honest, based on the weight of his current equipment and weapons, if Azerath and Warhorse were not many levels stronger than Earth horses in terms of load-bearing capacity and endurance, it would be impossible to carry them.
But what is incredible is that the carefully raised horse Warhorse can carry people on its back, and can also run and sprint.
Twenty minutes later, a full 150 fully armed cavalry finally set off in a mighty manner.
They rode one horse and used another horse to drag supplies and materials. Following the information given by the scouts returning from the front, they quickly moved in the direction of the Trolls large force.
At the same time, Trolls of the Withered Tree Tribe, also under the command of a military governor, was like locusts passing through, destroying all human gathering places along the way.
However, I don't know whether they didn't notice it or they didn't have time, but they didn't touch the wheat, pumpkins, radishes, onions and cabbage that were growing vigorously in the field.
You must know that these things are the main sources of human food.
Once the crops in the farmland are destroyed, half of Allen's territory will face serious harvest problems.
Of course, Trolls definitely disdains eating these things they define as "weeds".
Because in Trolls's understanding, only the weak will regard plants as their staple food, and the strong should eat meat.
Especially eating the flesh of those powerful creatures and then gaining their strength from them.
In some Trolls tribes, they will even invite those who appear to be powerful Alien Race Warrior as guests and entertain them with the most luxurious banquet.
After they have eaten and drank enough, they will stand up one by one to challenge the guest until the guest finally collapses from exhaustion.
In the end, all the Trolls will swarm up, tear the strong Warrior into pieces, and eat him alive.
It is precisely because such barbaric customs have been preserved that Trolls is obviously an aborigine and was the first to establish an extremely glorious civilization, but in the end he became a barbarian that everyone despises.