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The Black Rock Mountains stand like a giant scar, stretching between the green wasteland and the world to the east.

Ron, mounted on his horse, gazed at the winding mountain road ahead, pondering the gains and losses of this eastward journey.

He has obtained more than a dozen potion-eating insects from the Southern Alliance, temporarily stabilizing the southern front.

With the sea to the west and wilderness to the north, Ron's only option was to go east.

The frontier to the east is called Greystone Wasteland, and it is different from Greenwood Wasteland where Ron is.

The Green Forest Wasteland is the northwesternmost frontier of the duchy's expansion, and its territory is not very large.

This place is different; it has as many as forty or fifty territories, including three viscounts, one earl, and countless minor lords.

Adjacent to Blackrock Territory is a territory called Riverbank Territory, also a newly established pioneering territory.

Ron decided to take him down first, so he would have a place to stay, and then he could find out the specific situation here.

In the small garden, Margaret lay in a corner, her tail swishing gently. With Margaret as his trump card, he was no longer afraid of the chaos in the east.

In addition, the Little Garden Knights had not suffered much damage before, and Ron had kept them by his side all along, rarely making a move.

"My lord, there is a mountain path ahead." Karl rode up from the front.

"If we go through, we'll reach the riverbank directly. We can go there tonight and catch them off guard," Karl said excitedly.

Riverbank Territory was adjacent to Blackrock Territory, and Karl, as the heir to Blackrock Territory, was very familiar with these surrounding territories.

He was also leading the team this time.

Looking at his excited expression, Ron knew that he had done a lot of research.

Ron looked up at the sky.

"Let's set off tonight and give them a little surprise tonight."

A thousand soldiers slowly advanced along the narrow mountain path. The path was rugged, with loose stones constantly tumbling down. The cavalrymen dismounted and led the way, while the ballistae and siege equipment had already been packed up and stored in Ron's small garden.

In the middle of the night, the team crossed the mountain ridge, and the view suddenly opened up before them.

Under the bright moonlight.

The gray, barren land stretched across the plains, an endless expanse. In the darkness, tiny lights twinkled – those were farms.

"It's huge," Abaddon said involuntarily, reining in his war ram.

Ron didn't reply. He rode his horse to a high hill, took out his binoculars, and scanned the surroundings.

Their movements went unnoticed, suggesting that the riverbank lord had little defense against the west.

Since they had given him such a good opportunity, Ron didn't hesitate.

He immediately ordered an attack.

Laun and his men, with a thousand soldiers, headed straight for the Riverbank Castle without any attempt at concealment.

They were quickly spotted by the outposts along the way, who lit torches to send a message to the castle behind them.

To Ron's surprise, the castle had very few guards.

Or rather, they lacked elite troops and had few knights. They couldn't even withstand a single charge before being overrun.

Ron only found out after asking the person in charge.

The lord led his knights out to plunder.

Well, turns out to be a colleague.

Ron rode his horse through the city gate. The courtyard was deserted, with only a few serfs huddled in a corner, trembling.

"Sir, the storeroom has been found!" Hart ran out from the side door.

"Not many spirit insects, only three potion-making insects and five agricultural insects. I do have some gold coins, about four thousand."

Ron nodded, walked to the main building, and pushed open the door.

The hall was empty, with a few faded portraits hanging on the walls and a half-empty bottle of wine on the table.

Lord Warren is not in the castle—he has been gone with his knights for three or four days.

"Let the soldiers rest here for the night. Send some men to interrogate those in charge. I need to know the situation around here." Ron turned around.

"My lord, where are those guards?" Abaddon asked.

"Tie them up, stuff them in the cellar, and leave them some water and dry food, lest they starve to death."

"Yes."

The next day at noon, Ron, holding the intelligence he had just obtained, summoned several of his men for a meeting.

The council chamber at Riverbank Castle is small, far inferior to that of Ron's New Castle.

As expected, not all pioneering lords are as good at making money as Ron.

Ron spread out the map, next to a pile of letters and account books he had found in Warren's study. Hart, Laun, Abaddon, and Carl sat around the table.

Ron spoke calmly:

"This wasteland is even more chaotic than I expected."

According to intelligence, Earl Greystone began attacking other territories as soon as the duchy fell into chaos; he is quite an ambitious fellow.

Normally, these leaders have various powerful backgrounds within the country and are not to be trifled with, but now nobody cares.

He took down four leaders in one fell swoop.

This frightened the surrounding lords.

Led by the other three viscounts, a dozen neighboring lords formed an alliance to fight against Earl Greystone.

Earl Greystone's territory is in the middle of the wasteland, with a viscount to the west and two to the east.

This alliance is even stronger than the one that dealt with Ron before.

Earl Greystone's current situation is a perfect replica of Ron's.

However, unlike others, Ron did not go to war with those Confederate guys.

A real fight has broken out here.

In terms of high-level combat power, the Allied forces are at a disadvantage and have to worry about being beheaded from time to time.

However, they still had an advantage in terms of knights and squires, as well as ordinary soldiers.

For a time, he was able to fight Earl Greystone to a standstill.

Therefore, not all lords in the wasteland went to fight the earl.

Those territories that are far apart and not adjacent to each other can do whatever they want.

Many territories also broke out into fighting.

That's the situation in the riverbank territory; the lord is leading his men to attack the neighboring territory.

Ron stole their house.

He's probably received the letter by now; let's see if he dares to come back.

Inside a camp several dozen kilometers away.

Baron Warren of Riverbank looked at the sentry who had fled back to report the news with a grim expression.

"You mean a group of people, over a thousand strong, came from the west and breached my castle?"

Warren's voice was firm, his gaze fixed on the sentry.

The sentry was trembling with fear, but still replied hesitantly:

"Yes, sir, there were definitely over a thousand men. The castle was breached in less than ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Warren closed his eyes in despair.

If it doesn't even last ten minutes, then even if I rush back, I'll just be delivering vegetables.

Where did these people come from? From the west? That's impossible, Old Cripple.

I heard that a formal knight lord has appeared over there. Could it be him?

If it's him, it means that Old Cripple and his gang are all doomed.

With this in mind, Baron Warren gradually cleared his mind.

Whoever it is, he certainly wouldn't dare return to his territory right now.

He needs to run further away to avoid the other side coming to kill him for the sake of the elf bug.

Without hesitation, he immediately ordered his men to halt the siege.

Without saying a word, he led his army away.

The lord on the defending side looked on with a puzzled expression.