Chapter 742: Coming (Part 2)

The World of Mist. October

The big explosion sounded, the leaves fell, and countless animals screamed in horror.

You can see that the mushrooms are as dark brown as they rise into the sky dozens of miles away.

The twilight sky gradually appeared was also obscured by black smoke.

In an area sixty or seventy miles away, Bishop Kanrongpa looked back.

Haboba also looked at it: "Hangel City and the evil god Xifeilan fell?"

"It fell, the three lords attacked together and occupied most of the territory. We also obtained a small piece. Although it was only one tenth, we grabbed 5,000 slaves, which was enough." Bishop Kanrongpa said with emotion.

"Will we?" Haboba said with some concern.

"No, after the evil god Xifeilan, the nearby gods dare not take risks. If they fail to attack other territory and are seriously injured, they are afraid that they will be cheaper."

"Besides, we have the protection of the great God of Romon and the dragon, and no one dares to take action." Bishop Kanrongpa said, with pride and pride: "And, I have reached a trade agreement with them, and a caravan will come in the future."

"That's right, then the following is construction. This time I also plundered some magic information. Maybe it's still possible to build a small mage tower in the future, so that the mage can pass on its heritage." Haboba asked, "By the way, the people in the city are already qualified believers now, right?"

"It's all right. They can move out. This time, if you go back 5,000 people, you can move out 2,000 to the villages, such as the iron ore village and the salt lake village you have always wanted to build."

"Ah, if this is the case, it would be great. You can lack anything in your territory, but you can't lack iron and salt. By the way, your number of priests?" Haboba asked.

"There are always a shortage of pastors, but this time there are a group of priests in the slaves. If they can convert to their faith, they can still act as pastors temporarily. This is a long-term process."

"Lord, in this situation, our foundation is still too thin. If nothing unexpected happens, please lay the foundation first. Judging from the current situation, we cannot expand."

Ha Boba sighed, nodded, and said, "I understand!"

"However, you don't have to worry too much. As long as there is enough food and magical treatment, the population growth is very fast. In fifteen years, the population will enter a period of rapid expansion. You can enthrone the nobles one by one, divide them into various places, or establish direct subordinates."

"This area can accommodate at least 50,000 or 60,000 people without being crowded. At that time, you can officially establish the Earl Corps."

"It's a generation of time, by the way, it's already late now. Have you ordered camping?"

"You are the lord, please give the order!" Bishop Kanrongpa said with a bow.

"Camp!" Haboba said orderly.

Suddenly, three hundred soldiers began to camp. They found a place near the water, took off the wooden pillars from the carriage, and inserted them into the ground, forming a simple protection.

Fire broke out on the ground again.

Under the supervision of the soldiers, big pots were put up on the fire, and soldiers were sent to get water. Cans of water were poured into it. In less than a long time, the water began to boil.

October is still late autumn, and it is already a little chilling in this world.

After a moment, the smell of cereal porridge spread.

The only ordinary slaves are this. They eat silently without complaining at all. They are already very happy to live now.

The soldiers in the slaves and the knowledgeable people obtained large pieces of thick black bread, in addition to these, there were also some wild vegetables and soup made with a few meat and bones. Although there was not much oil and water, it was much better than ordinary slaves.

There were also several captive knights, captive mages, and priests who had lost their gods, sitting around the fire, chewing on the grilled white bread with the warmth of the fire, and some real broth, but these people hid themselves under the hood of the one-piece, and could not see the expression on their faces.

Haboba and Bishop Kanrongpa were patrolling with guards, and there were several mages behind him.

To ordinary people, they just glanced at them and found that these civilians had no power at all.

Pay attention to the warriors and priests, but this attention is not too serious. After all, there is not much power to say about the warriors who have lost their weapons and the priests who have lost their gods.

Only the knights and mages were attracted by the attention of the key points. They now looked quite depressed and outdated. The dirty clothes were covered with mud and blood, and some were torn and rotten, just like beggars.

But no one can regard them as real beggars. The mage still has clear eyes, and the knight still has skillful martial arts and courage. Even if they are not equipped, they may cause big trouble.

Ha Boba glanced at him and was not too worried. Hangel City and the evil god Xifeilan had fallen, and these people had no place.

Besides, they all have their own families and are unlikely to resist to the end.

A little further away, a group of women, children, and elderly people had a little more real broth in their food, not much, it was to take care of those weak elderly, women, and children.

It doesn't cost anything, and it may not be possible to make them grateful, but at least it can combat the will and sparks of resistance in these slaves.

Not only that, it has been announced just now that these slaves, as long as they convert to the great God of Romon and after five years of labor, they can be promoted to the status of tenants, and those special people can even become free people.

This also greatly affected the determination and will to resist.

People in this world practice the two-meal system, and now according to the divine metaphor, it has become three-meal. After this supper, the priest led the slaves to pray in the evening.

There were twenty-five priests who came with the army this time. This number was slightly less than the entire slave team, but this was already the largest church force that could be drawn in the city.

Pastors guided the slaves and prayed in evening.

The prayers were uneven, and except for some children who knew nothing, everyone instinctively resisted it, but it didn't matter. On the two-week road, the pastor would carefully observe and screen, and when he arrived in the city, he could basically distinguish the situation.

Two weeks is the speed of walking, and it is also due to the special situation in the foggy world, which is a must.

In the city, there are three months to give them a process of acceptance.

Some smart and quick-fixed people will be recognized, they will be liberated first and early, and if there is no accident, they will be given the opportunity to be promoted.

After all, these newcomers also need to be managed by familiar people.

As for those stubborn people, they will be handed over to Lord Dragon in three months, and Lord Dragon will eat their bodies and souls with satisfaction.

Bishop Kanrongpa thought so, and after scanning the prayers, he saw a girl.

The girl prayed loudly, in sharp contrast with the low and powerless prayers around her.

Because of this, the people around her showed disgust, and they opened a gap with her, leaving a piece of it empty, but because of this, she became particularly eye-catching.

Seeing the bishop's attention, a pastor who led the prayer also glanced at it and did not speak for a moment. After the prayer was finished, he stepped forward and whispered to the bishop: "This is Naiqi. It is said that he was originally the youngest daughter of Sir Ries' family. She was the first person to take the initiative to ask me to belong to my God."

"A smart man, although a woman." Haboba whispered.

"It is true, but this is a good thing. If she has the talent of a pastor, I will let her join the church. If not, please pay attention to Lord Lord."

"Of course, I know that even a woman, as the first person to stand up and believe in the great God of Romon, can receive preferential treatment. She will first examine it for a while. If she can confirm her faith and piousness in the city, she will give her special treatment. She and her family can obtain houses for free people and more abundant food, and choose some simple things for them to manage, and gradually establish authority." Haboba said calmly.

Among any loser, some people will jump out to express surrender, but this will also arouse contempt and disgust and exclusion from the people around you. In this regard, the winner who had expected a long time ago will deliberately not interfere or give grace.

However, as long as the person who jumps out in advance can persist in the city, both smart people and speculators can get rich returns.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when the person is careful, there will be no disciples.

Although people in this world don’t know this sentence, they fully understand the similar meaning.

This is a political attitude, a public opinion and belief orientation.

On the contrary, in slaves, those who secretly connect and spread toughness and resistance, no matter how valuable they are, will be directly escorted to the dragon after they arrive in the city, turning into a rich sacrifice.

The next day, when the sun is born, it is the time to set off.

In the wild, the fog shone over the world, and the sun shone, but it was much thinner, and I could barely see the road within ten meters.

However, the pastor who has the gift of God Romon can grasp the right path.

Three hundred soldiers, five thousand slaves, and a huge army carrying fifty carriages began to move slowly again, and then gradually accelerated and advanced along the road leading to the city.

After two weeks of hard trek, polarization has been formed under the intentional arrangement and condolence of the winners.

Among the initial speculators and smart people, some of them could not stand the exclusion, the curse and scolding of their companions, and the treatment without reward and encouragement, and became weak again.

The remaining part has been put on the key list, including the girl named Naiqi.

Of course, some people with prestige or incitement ability and extremely tough attitude have also been included in the key list.

On this day, in the distance, the city finally saw it. At this time, it was already early November, and the weather suddenly became cold. Everyone was holding their clothes tightly under the raging cold wind.

When we got closer, the horn sounded, and the city gates opened wide, and one hundred cavalrymen who were raising energy slowly came out.

"Lord!" The captain in charge respectfully saluted Haboba.

"Go to the temple!" Ha Boba said coldly.

The palace of the original elves is now called the Divine Palace.

"Yes, sir!" The cavalry captain responded, showing a hideous sneer at the slave. With a wave of his hand, the cavalry drew out their weapons, and some even held crossbows. The original three hundred soldiers drew out their weapons, and the air suddenly became nervous.

"Woo!" A cavalry raised the horn hanging around his neck and blew it. The shrill and long trumpet pierced the sky. With this sound, a giant dragon sleeping in the square opened its eyes.

"Yeah, I have something to eat again, the servant is very diligent!" Compared with the sea beasts, humans are indeed thoughtful in serving. This horn is a notification to avoid being killed by accident.

Following the horn, a moment later, five thousand people were driven to the square, but the cavalry were far away and not close.

When everyone saw this dragon at the first time, their irresistible majesty and depression were shrouded in it.

Among the five thousand people, most of them were limp on the ground and unable to move, and their eyes emitted a dull light.

Those who can escape in screaming and scattering are already very potential people.

"Ah!" Naiqi screamed hysterically.

"Dragon, this is a giant dragon!" Several mages and knights were also weak and trembling.

But finally, after the dragon's power was released, it was put away.

The stinger dragon looked at Haboba, his jaw closed slightly, and an arrogant smile formed at the corner of his mouth. It said, "Mortal, you, who is so humble, appear before the great Erno again. Are you here to pay tribute again?"

"Yes, dear Lord Erno, I have presented you with a sacrifice... Come on, arrest the sacrifice according to the list." Haboba said loudly.
To be continued...