After dinner, the two of them were still inseparable, so they simply went to find a quiet grassy area outside the tent to lean on quietly.
Time passed by on the second day, and Nalant's team was finally ready to set off.
"Narant, you must take good care of yourself and remember that I am still waiting for you!"
Stella fell into Nalant's arms, leaned on his shoulder and whispered.
"Stella, don't worry, I will definitely take care of myself. On the contrary, you must be happy in the holy city. I swear, I won't let you wait too long!" I felt Stella hugging me.
His arms were a little strained, and Narant patted his back sympathetically.
"Yes!" Stella nodded and let go of Nalant with reddish eyes.
Nalant smiled at her and then turned over to Bai Long.
"Set off!"
"My lord has your order, let's go!"
Immediately, Nalant's subordinates began to set off.
Nalant smiled affectionately at Stella again, and then followed the team.
"Narant, promise me, you will do well!"
Seeing Nalant's leaving figure, Stella's originally suppressed crystal tears finally couldn't help but flow out.
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The journey back was pretty smooth, and there was no need to worry about attacks from dark creatures on the way.
In addition, there were enough carriages in Nalant's team, so the group felt more like returning from a sightseeing tour.
In particular, Narant is a very generous man. When supplies are insufficient, he can just buy them with a wave of his hand.
The men fought bravely in the Land of Death, and finally received Nalantkan's generous reward after the battle.
However, it is worth mentioning that Narant encountered an interesting thing on the way back.
That's because the strength of his subordinates has improved, and after this hard battle, he exuded a strong temperament. When he arrived at the territory of the principality along the way, the unexplained nobles who stayed behind regarded him as one of the six empires.
The teams welcomed him warmly.
When Nalant saw this, he didn't bother to explain. He directly rejected the good intentions of the nobles of the principality and continued his return without stopping.
Time flew by, and after about half a month, Nalant finally entered the Black Rock Plain.
Compared to the place of death, this place is still peaceful.
The serfs and commoners living in this hinterland still know nothing about the changes in the Land of Death.
At most, they saw a red light appear in the northern sky a month ago, and then there was a moderate shaking on the ground.
The serfs and civilians regarded this as an ordinary earthquake, so those who should farm continued to farm, and those who had to work continued to work.
"My lord is back!"
"My lord is back!"
On this day, not long after Nalant's team entered the New Storm Territory, the patrol team discovered that their master had returned.
Immediately, some stepped forward to pay homage to their lord, while others hurried back to the castle.
"My lord is finally back. Larry Shit, go and tell the servants to prepare the red carpet, hot water and towels."
"In addition, please inform Mrs. Rose to prepare a sumptuous lunch. You must have traveled a long distance and you must not have enjoyed much food on the way."
"Also, ask Civil Affairs Officer Mario to come to the castle and join me to greet the Lord!"
As Thomas issued orders one after another, the castle suddenly began to move.
Each servant began to prepare nervously.
After the red carpet was laid, hot water and food were all prepared, Thomas took Mario to welcome his adults' team.
"Sir, thank you for your hard work. Congratulations on your triumphant return!"
When they met their master's team, Thomas and Mario hurriedly jumped off their horses and immediately came to Nalant to salute and greet them. The excitement on their faces was so real.
"Get up!" Nalant was quite satisfied with the exaggerated expressions of the two people and calmly ordered them.
"Yes, sir!"
"Thomas, Mario, Sir, how is the situation in the territory during my absence?"
"Sir, everything is normal in the territory!"
"very good!"
"Sir, I have already prepared hot water and delicious food in the castle, waiting for your return!" Thomas said immediately.
"Well, let's go back to the castle then!"
Immediately, the team continued to move forward, and finally returned to the castle after more than half an hour.
"I have met the lord, congratulations to the lord on his triumphant return!"
"I have met the lord, congratulations to the lord on his triumphant return!"
When Nalant arrived outside the castle, he was greeted by people who had received the news.
After seeing Nalant's team, all the serfs knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.
As for why the battle situation in the Land of Death was not reported here, the serfs all claimed victory.
It was a month ago that Nalant had sent the Swift Eagle to pass the news back. He casually mentioned that the battle was going well and asked Thomas and others to take good care of his territory.
In this way, the news had already spread within the Storm Territory, and the serfs naturally knew about it.
"Everyone, get up!" Nalant waved his hand to the serfs, and then called a few of his subordinates to disband the team.
Many of these serfs came to confirm the status of their relatives.
In this way, Narant also knew how to sympathize with his subordinates and let them reunite with him as soon as possible.
As for those subordinates who died in the battle, Nalant has not forgotten them either.
He told Vivian and other lucky girls to come and comfort him, and also brought generous pensions and preferential treatment policies that they would receive in the future.
Without staying outside the castle for too long, Narante returned to the castle on the red carpet.
After washing up under the service of the servants and eating a delicious and sumptuous lunch, Nalant began to understand the development of the Storm Territory during this period.
After he left, the development of Storm Territory went as usual. Even because more and more caravans came to Storm Territory, his Storm Territory was now very busy, with a throughput of at least ten caravans every day.
And the benefit brought by so many caravans is naturally that Nalant makes a lot of money.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Among other things, there are at least 700,000 to 800,000 gold coins in Nalant's warehouse.
This kind of income cannot even be matched by some counts or marquises.
This is because Narant's expenditure is very large. For example, Narant's territory is still under construction.
In addition to building more brick buildings, that is the construction of the city wall of Stormwind City.
According to Mario, the wall of Stormwind City has been built to be eight miles long.
This speed is not only due to the goblins, but also the effect of Nalant's continuous investment of funds.
After initially understanding the development of the territory, Narant began to make arrangements to deal with the possible revenge of the Bach Empire in the next few days.
First of all, he naturally settled his seven or eight elves who could only produce magic crystal mines.
Then, while arranging manpower to mine, he also ordered the goblins to start quickly producing magic cannons and magic carriages.
When the magic cannon and magic carriage were arranged, Nalant suddenly thought of his goblins.
So, he went directly to the blacksmith workshop and saw the dwarf Black Tower who had been staying in his territory.
"Narant, I heard you were back the day before yesterday, but I don't like your castle very much. If you go in, you have to let your subordinates inform you step by step, so I didn't go looking for you because I knew you would definitely come back.
This is from the blacksmith’s workshop!”
When Narant came to the blacksmith's shop, Heita was holding a wine flask and drinking heavily.
Seeing Nalant arriving, the dwarf immediately stood up and greeted him.
"Heita, it seems that our life in the Storm Territory is very suitable for you!" Looking at the barbecue and garlic shells on the table, and looking at Heita who was as red as a monkey's butt, Nalant knew that Heita had already
I can't go back to the Forge.
Because this guy has been completely corrupted by himself.
"Hehe, thank you for your kindness. Before I came here, I thought I wouldn't be able to stay in your Storm Territory for long."
"But after staying there for a while, I discovered that this Storm Territory is simply a paradise for us dwarves. Not only is the Eye of the Storm much cheaper, these delicacies such as barbecued meat and garlic shells are also wonderful side dishes."
"Besides, we dwarves don't have to worry about making money here in Stormland. In addition to the work arranged by you, Nalant, my Black Tower occasionally helps those human caravans forge one or two weapons, and we can earn enough to drink for several days.
Gold coins!" Although Black Tower is more cunning than other dwarves.
But that's just a little cautious about making money.
As for other aspects, I am telling the truth.
At this moment, he expressed his views on the Storm Territory without hesitation.
"Haha, Black Tower, as long as you like the Storm Territory, you can stay in my Storm Territory as long as you want. After all, we are good friends."
"In addition, if you feel that a dwarf staying here is a bit lonely, you can even ask more dwarves to come to my storm territory, and I can build a new blacksmith shop for them for free!"
Dwarves are considered to be highly skilled people in this world, so Narant hopes that more dwarves will come to his territory.
"Hehe, okay, I also want to go back to the Forge of the Furnace after a while. I will definitely call some friends to come. As long as I bring a few barrels of Eye of the Storm back, I will definitely make them jealous.
saliva!"
The Black Tower didn't think as much as Nalant thought. He didn't know that Nalant was poaching the dwarves. He just thought that the life here was so good, so he would definitely go back and call a few friends to come.
After the small talk, Nalant got down to business and took out a drawing he had just drawn.
"Hey, isn't this a hoe for plowing the land?"
Heita looked at the drawing and immediately saw what tool it was.
It should be a hoe used for working.
It's just that there is a pointed awl behind the hoe.
"Heita, this is not a hoe, but a pickaxe!"
"Pickaxe?"
"That's right, this tool can not only be used for digging, but also for cutting rocks. I need you from Black Tower to help me forge it!" Nalant nodded.
"Okay, Nalant, tell me how much you need. I, Black Tower, will help you forge it!"
Although Heita felt that it was overkill for a dwarf like him to forge such farm tools, he did not refuse even though it was Nalant.
"Black Tower, I need a thousand of them, and they are made of mithril and engraved with runes!"
"What, a thousand farm tools with mithril runes, Nalant, you are too extravagant, and the size is too small, not suitable for your human race's work at all!"
Black Tower was shocked. Every farm tool was forged with mithril. Nalant needed to be rich.
Although Heita is now considered a worker, so he is getting paid to work and does not need to make a profit difference.
d Pressing this mithril inscription pickaxe costs at least nearly a hundred gold coins.
In this way, one hundred handfuls is equivalent to ten thousand gold coins, and one thousand handfuls is equivalent to one hundred thousand gold coins.
Well, not only is he rich, he may also be a fool.
"Black Tower, this is not just a farm tool. In addition to being a farm tool, it can also be used as a weapon. By the way, I equip this pickaxe for the Goblins!"
"Equip it to Goblins?" Black Tower felt that it was even more worthless.
"Heita, you don't have to worry about anything else. Just work hard to forge this pickaxe for me, and I will definitely pay you a lot for it!"
"However, the forging speed of this pickaxe must be fast. Do you understand?"
Seeing Nalant's very sure look, Heita knew that he definitely didn't need to persuade him any more.
So he said: "Narant, I will definitely comply with your request. However, these one thousand pickaxes may take a lot of time. After all, the speed of inscription is not fast. Even if the size of this pickaxe is small, it can be done by itself."
I can only get ten handfuls a day by myself!"
"Only ten a day?"
Narant frowned slightly.
This speed is a bit slow.
It would still take three or four months for Black Tower to forge these pickaxes.
But obviously if the Bach Empire really wanted to retaliate, it would not give Nalant so much time.
"Black Tower, the speed is a bit slow, can it be faster? I'm waiting for this pickaxe to be used now!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Nalant, I have already forged ten black towers every day until midnight every day to calculate!"
Heita shook his head, but saw that Nalant was still frowning. He thought for a moment and said, "Nalant, how about I return to the Castle of the Furnace early and see if I can find a few more tribesmen to come to the Storm Territory."
"As long as there are more people forging, the speed will definitely increase!"
After listening, Nalant pondered for a moment.
This is the only way to plan for the future.
If the Black Tower can find ten dwarves, then this batch of weapons can be completed in ten days.
Even if there are a few less, the speed will definitely be faster than letting the dwarf Black Tower forge it alone.
"Okay, Black Tower, but you must be faster!"
"Don't worry, Nalant. Since you need help, I, Black Tower, will definitely do it as quickly as possible!"
The Black Tower really valued Nalant as a friend, and immediately started to pack his luggage after saying this.
Nalant was speechless when he saw this, this Black Tower was really straight-tempered.
So, he directly asked people to bring five barrels of Eye of the Storm liquor.
These spirits were given to Black Tower free of charge by Narante.
After all, if you want to attract high-tech talents, you need to show others the benefits in advance and let them taste the benefits.
In this way, with Heita's happy expression, Narant watched him leave with the five horses used to carry the liquor.
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Narant is actively responding, and the Bach Empire finally received the news of the death of the empire's heir.
As soon as the news came back, the entire Bach Empire felt like it was exploding.
In particular, the heir to their empire did not die in battle with a dark creature, but was killed by a small nobleman who also belonged to the human race.