January 1, 999 in the Saint Laurent Calendar-Holy Human Federation Council
Hundreds of human monarchs gathered in the palace. These kings and monarchs wearing crowns, wearing golden veils, and holding treasure staffs argued with red faces, making the sacred human palace look like a market.
"quiet……"
"My country is flooding..."
"The tsunami flooded my island and harbor! And the ships!"
"The rat things... are not good. I will drive out all the rat things... without leaving a single one behind. The rat things, die! Die!"
"Why did a rat-man sneak in?"
"quiet!"
"The gods no longer respond to us..."
"Our warriors are no match for the Skaven's corruption."
"You bastard of the Ronces family, if you let a vampire in again, I will crush your balls!"
Dang——dang——dang——
The reverberating bells interrupted the discussions of the illusory figures, and they focused on the thirteen thrones in the center of the circular hall, which were either made of dead bones, or made of gold, trees, iron ore, mud and other materials, and their outlines.
However, the clay seat was vacant, and the king's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
A loud voice echoed in the hall:
"The turmoil is coming, and the gods are avoiding it. We, the thirteen supreme kings, propose that the human race implement the alien order."
"Second."
"Second."
"Tell them to go back to their own territory!"
"No! There are one-third dwarves and one-third orcs in my country!"
"Isn't there still a third of the people left?"
"One-third of the remaining one-third are vampires, and the other third are rat-men."
"heresy!"
The few who resisted were drowned in the second proposal, and a law sweeping across the human kingdom was coming like a snow wave.
…
Xingyue Bay is facing a physical snow wave.
The first morning light turned the terrifying clouds and fog covering the entire north of the snow-capped mountains into a beautiful light golden color, and the thick fog covering the snow-capped mountains became lighter than it was a few dozen minutes ago.
The shedding of the snow that had accumulated for thousands of years was inevitable. Olmedo sent a mage to Linhai to investigate, and Annan had to make a decision during this period: Send all the people in the territory to the Breeze City for refuge or resist?
The snow tide should subside in the forest, but if the vast forest cannot stop it, there will be no difference between a forest and a town under the snow tide.
The citizens were in despair, and their response was to ask for the city wall to be built.
When all the territorial residents spontaneously gathered outside the big log house, waiting anxiously and expectantly for Annan's order, he suddenly realized that this was the territory he was interested in, but it was the new home of those who had lost their homes, and the place where they would live, grow old, sick, and die.
A place where they will thrive, a place where they will fight.
Annan felt that the apocalypse prediction was wrong, and this scene was the important node that changed him.
"Eli Gravel."
Annan called out to the half-dwarfs who were drowned in the crowd: "How much cement do we have?"
"About...tens of thousands of pounds."
This is still the production capacity brought by Breeze City's blacksmith shop, but it is not enough to erect a city wall to withstand the snow wave.
"How long and wide can we build a city wall from west to east before the snow wave arrives?"
Eli Rubble's answer is that a one-meter-wide wall cannot exceed one meter - Soruman Bronzebeard can easily climb over it.
Amid the eager gazes of the citizens, Annan looked at Francois: "You lead all the male citizens to mine limestone."
"Okay, Lord Lord!"
Francois set out with the cheering citizens.
"Eli Gravel, you, the craftsmen and the female leaders are making cement."
The half-dwarves took away the remaining people.
The city wall was sited on the edge of the bay, and the glacial river outside could be used as a ditch to block the wood carried by the snow tide. However, this section of the river had to be melted first.
No one was idle, Blom and the knights of the captain of the guard were also requisitioned, and even Annan rushed to the quarry to pound the limestone with an iron pick. The result of this was that everyone was working hard.
The harvest of Annan's treatment of his subjects was also revealed at this moment: those new subjects who had just come to Xingyue Bay and had not had enough food for a few days, were weak and malnourished, quickly exhausted themselves, while the previous batches of subjects waved their hands enthusiastically.
The iron pickaxes and crushed ores were continuously carried back to Xingyue Bay by the knights' horses.
When I sweat, I take off my cotton-padded clothes and continue working in the hot mist in the cold winter.
Annan was also working while luxuriously using meditation potions to restore his magic power, and finally accumulated a low-level summoning spell.
Dragging the pickaxe to the edge with the respect of the people, Annan released the spell.
Olmedo, who appeared on the other side of the portal, said directly: "The arrival of the snow wave is inevitable, and it should arrive in three to five days."
"It's too late." Annan wiped the frost on his eyelashes that blurred his vision, "My neighbors and I have already started building the city wall."
A gratified smile appeared on Olmedo's cheek. It may be right to avoid the danger temporarily, but when the mentality of avoidance is formed, he will think of running away when faced with another crisis.
"Are you working too?"
As he spoke, Olmedo saw Annan holding an iron pickaxe, and his black hair was steaming under the soft winter sun. As a new town, a snowstorm of this scale is indeed like a catastrophe.
"Michael always says that I am thin and weak and don't even have any muscles. I don't look like a spell caster. I also think this is not healthy."
Her tone became gentler again: "Do you need my help?"
"Need." Annan, who didn't know what politeness was, said: "Xingyue Bay has insufficient population and there is no time to build the city wall before the snow wave arrives. I need workers, thousands of workers."
"After an hour, open the teleportation array."
Annan estimated that the magic power could be restored. According to the speed at which he poured the magic potion, it should be okay. Barely enough...
The financial resources can support it, but the stomach cannot.
"Is Breeze City in danger?"
"Not even a wave of rats can move the walls of Breeze City."
Annan quite agrees that the legendary mage with a fiery temper and a small mind can melt this snow tide with just his anger.
The cold wind that rushed into the study made Olmedo's hair flutter: "There is also bad news. The team transporting supplies has lost contact. They are in danger, and the 'New Year's gift' you sent to the fortress has also been ruined."
"Then let's do it next time. Is this disaster fortress okay?"
"Don't worry, the Snow Mountain Fortress has gathered the most elite warriors from all races and the strongest walls. It will never fall."
Annan looked at the snow-capped mountains with vigilance - the mist raised by the snow tide still shrouded the snow-capped peaks, and nothing could be seen. "The mage tower that said so last time has fallen..."
"It's just a magical image, isn't it?"
Olmedo wondered why Annan was pessimistic, just because of the phrase "never sink"? At the end when the portal was about to dissipate, she suddenly said seriously: "Survive this crisis, you will gain the foundation of a territory."
