Introduction: [Western Fantasy][Slow Start][Lord][Beast War][Farming][Conquest]

The development of the New World is in full swing, and the conflicts in the Old World continue. It is either the destruction of the old world or the beginning of a new era.

Even if they are refugees, so what? Even if they are mercenaries, so what? They are just embellishments on the king's road.

Look at the monsters beside him, who else dares to disobey his orders!

Elves rule plants, dragons control minerals, monsters and sea monsters rule the mountains, and knights rule the world. Cruze only wants to farm; fighting isn't necessary for him; all he needs to do is be a qualified lord. A sincere return to fantasy farming novels, please collect and support!

[No system + Western fantasy lord + warrior + magician + plane world + gods + demons + traditional Western fantasy]

The Blue Star man was reborn as Ang, a reserve soldier in another world. In order to experience the different wonders of that other world, he practiced both warrior and magic, became a nobleman, a lord, and a chaos lord, step by step reaching the pinnacle of the world, fighting against nobles, royal families, demons, and even gods.

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In this strange world, those who hold the power of rule are called lords! They are able to rule this vast land because they possess incredible treasures, and the twelve most powerful lords are gods!

I came to this world in an unexpected disaster, obtained a broken treasure, fused it with the soul of the earth, and turned it into a war workshop.

The War Workshop possesses incredible magical powers, capable of producing large numbers of soldiers, scimitars, spears, and bows and arrows. I want to evolve! I want to become more powerful!

Humanity is isolated in a corner, surrounded by monsters and riven by internal conflict. Bandits, wars, beast hordes, and monsters! The land wailes, and the people suffer! As an alchemist, Los has been tragically consigned to the borderlands of the Kingdom of Roland. But he thrives on his skills and knowledge! From slash-and-burn agriculture to intensive farming, from cold weapons to gunpowder volleys, and from the medieval era to the atomic age, thousands of years of technological advancement are now emerging in Los's hands! The times are accelerating!

He was lucky at the start. When Ron opened his eyes, he had become the son of Earl Snow Wolf!

Good news! The Snow Wolf family is extremely powerful. Although they are earls, their territory and strength are not much inferior to those of marquises.

Bad news! He's the fifth son! He has nothing to do with the inheritance!

Just when Ron thought it was just another old-fashioned family feud and wanted to apply to become the Lord of Tuo

Heir: Fifth brother! I heard you're heading to the border to expand territory? As expected of a child of my Snow Wolf family! As a start-up fund! I'll provide you with 3,000 serfs, a 100-man Black Iron Guard, and 10,000 gold coins!

The second Viscount's brother: Ron! My territory needs manpower, but I have full authority over the military! I can provide you with a hundred-man Black Iron Cavalry and ten Bronze Knights!

The third Baron: Brother! Go for it! I, your brother, don't have much else! But I have plenty of food! I've prepared enough food for ten thousand people for a year!

Magician Brother Four: Fifth Brother! The border is dangerous. I've prepared a hundred healing potions for you!

Count Dad: ....You guys have prepared everything! What should I do?

Ron: How about Dad, can you give me some money?

Count Dad: How much?

Ron: One hundred thousand!

Count Dad:........

Magician's Mom: Stop being stingy! Son! Here's two hundred thousand! Feel free to use it!

Uncle of the Border Knights: My nephew is a rookie, please take good care of him!

Border Noble: ....

Do you think that's the end?

The moment you reach the territory.

Ding! System activated, congratulations to the host for receiving the novice gift package Empire Armored Cavalry*10

The situation in the dynasty is getting worse and worse, and the demon tribe in the north is ready to make a move. He traveled through time and space and became the sixth son of the Annan Earl's Mansion. He was not qualified to inherit the title, but he accidentally obtained the daily intelligence system. With the help of the daily intelligence system, he began to march north to fight, expand the territory, and was granted a title of nobility and a general.

【Daily Information Updated】

[1: Qin Liangyu will condense blood energy this afternoon and become a Blood Refining Realm warrior.]

[2: Liu Ruyan, the maidservant of the Annan Marquis's residence, will find ten taels of silver while cleaning the inner courtyard today.]

[3: Shao Yu, a member of the Annan Marquis's guard, fell in love with the maid Liu Ruyan at first sight and was about to confess his feelings to her]

[4: Annanbo Qin Hao has recently been troubled by his stagnant cultivation.]

[5: Liu Tianming, a cowherd from Liujia Village outside Mingliang City, accidentally picked a blood fruit from an old fruit tree in the village. After consuming it, he condensed blood energy and became a warrior.]

【6:……】

[10: Xiao Fuzi, a servant of the Annan Marquis's residence, buried a money bag under a large tree on the right side of the training ground. The bag contained ten taels of silver.]

This is a world of perpetual war. Humans, elves, undead creatures, mechanical lifeforms, elemental units... countless units, led by heroes, are plunged into relentless warfare. For territory, resources, or perhaps something else entirely... Meng'en has awakened a universal gift, allowing him to directly access special information about other units. Talents, potentials, skills, and brief biographies. [Talent: Exceptional Beauty; Potential: White; Skill: Makeup...] [This unit, born into a prominent family, is arrogant and deeply frustrated that no one appreciates their talents. They seek the favor of other lords...] Led by countless capable subordinates, Meng'en, a second-generation city lord who lost his territory, gradually rose to become a powerful plane controller.

"If I can't be a wizard, I'll be a lord." Byrne traveled to a fantasy world, became the son of an earl, and inherited a shabby territory. Fortunately, he has a system called the Hall of Valor. You can choose a hero to let a subject inherit all the strength, skills, and equipment of the hero. Heroic Spirits: [Heavy Sword Knight], [Hunter], [Windmill Farmer], [Dragon Knight], [Divine Knight], [Legendary Wizard], [Scientist], [Agriculturist], [Blacksmith]... Relying on the Hall of Valor, his territory expanded from a shabby bay to the whole world. Wizards, elves, orcs, all became his subjects. From the backward Iron Age, it has been rapidly catching up to the age of technology and mythology. ... [Lord], [Farming]

Framed by a coalition of nobles, the decorated war hero Farra Jago is stripped of the Count title he was promised.

Tossed aside like a beggar, the king grants him the lowly title of Baron and exiles him to a remote fiefdom in the mountains.

An ennoblement in name, an exile in truth.

Fara accepts it all with a smile. The moment he does, the ‘useless’ system that lay dormant within him finally awakens to its second stage.

Faction Bound: Jago Barony.

Kill count after your faction declares war will be counted as the host’s.

A smirk plays on Fara’s lips.

“To kill one is a crime; to slaughter ten thousand makes you a hero!”

In this chaotic era where crowns are stained with blood and thrones are built upon bones, there must be a place for me, Farra Jago!

A hundred years later, he is known by many names: The First Emperor. The Eternal Monarch. The Demon King.

When magic fuses with mecha, and steam power harmonizes with mana, a true iron torrent is unleashed upon the world.

Elves? Dwarves? Werewolves? Orcs? Vampires? Dragons? Ghosts? Angels? Demons?

When my grand army descends, there is only one choice: SUBMIT!

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish! The Empire’s iron cavalry will fight from the underworld to the heavens, slaughtering their way from hell to paradise. Where they pass, all races bow in servitude. Within the Empire’s borders, there is no dissent.

“The Elven Queen? In my eyes, she is merely skilled at singing and dancing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Does it look like I’m negotiating with you?!”

“Have her brought to me on her knees. Otherwise, my three million iron cavalry will slaughter her city and exterminate her clan by dawn.”

“You know… I think I preferred you when you were still wild and defiant.”