I, Li Ang, traveled through time and became a small border lord, with less than twenty old, weak, sick and disabled people under my command.
Orcs come to rob at any time, the empire comes to pay taxes every day, and neighboring countries secretly infiltrate.
Until I was bound to the world anchor system at the critical moment of life and death, which can summon "players" from another world.
Then, my first batch of "warriors" came——
A building materials market owner likes to squat on the battlefield and knock on city walls to study mortar proportions.
A greedy girl who has failed to lose weight always stares at the orc campfire and asks: "What is roasted on top? Can it be eaten?"
A social terror intelligence peddler who never shows up but knows everyone's secrets.
A plot research party, every time the BOSS is opened, they are forced to be locked in place to watch animations, and they are incompetent and furious in the channel.
There is also a mage who treats magic as advanced mathematics and always speaks with decimal points.
I thought I was done.
Until the abyss army pressed forward, this group of madmen laughed wildly and rushed forward.
What they don't know is that this is not a game.
But they are my miracle.
Games, alien world, relaxation, fourth natural disaster, management
