A few days later, the entire Ogu continent was outraged by Ragnar's actions, and Ogu King Fernando directly announced that he would cut off all contact with the frozen continent.
Although Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse was also very angry, he did not show any attitude in the end. Although this approach was a bit embarrassing, it left all disputes to King Ogu.
But the Forgotten Strait became increasingly noisy. One after another, three-masted sailboats were seen coming from the sea level, and huge wooden boxes were smashed into the snow.
The furs of the beasts from Wudun City covered the snow, the dry dairy products exuded a delicate fragrance, and some pet beasts kept wailing.
The ale from Sombra Castle is neatly stacked in the harbor, with sharp scimitars reflecting the sunlight, and bundles of wheat straw that have not yet been completely dehydrated.
Dried meat from Zhuri Hills is loaded onto carts, nuts are rattling in sacks, and bottles of medicine are stacked in small wooden boxes.
The fruits from the shimmering forest are filled with fragrance. Each piece of art has different shapes and exquisite patterns. And those perfumes have been reserved in advance by major noble families.
The jewels from the Whispering Forest are dazzling, countless tea leaves are packed into wooden jars, and daggers studded with gems fit tightly into the leather sheaths.
A mechanical clock from the Rusty Plains clicked, a goblin airship crawled on the ice sheet, and countless strange things were transported to the village.
The Tundra Continent did not decline because of its separation from King Augu. Instead, it attracted caravans from various foreign races. Belinda lost a lot of weight during these days. Although the target of the foreign caravans was group villages, they were still more or less
Being less brings countless benefits to Changsuo City.
As for the careless Lord of the Permafrost, he giggled and kept boasting about his wise decision. The three cronies had dark faces and told him to calm down.
Divine Knight Tanya smiled and shook her head, because this kind of Ragna is the man she longs for, the warrior who is fearless in everything.
"Now that all major foreign caravans are swarming in, I suggest sending more principality cavalry to avoid any fights. And this is also the way we Vikings treat guests."
Archon Onomamus took a step forward and spoke first. As the steward of the frozen continent, he naturally had to set an example.
"By the gods, this is an opportunity for our frozen continent, so I suggest that the group villages be fully opened, even if some people die because of it."
"The market area will begin to accept foreign merchants from today, and a new trading place will be built in the idle area in the east of the city within half a year."
Finance Officer Graeber nodded, and then blurted out his overall plan. His voice echoed in the hall, and finally lingered over the village.
"I will try my best to deal with the security issue, but if I encounter trouble, I hope Sir Tanya will help me. The laws of the Principality cannot be violated. This is my only bottom line."
Commander Oceanos snorted coldly. Although he didn't like those foreign merchants, he also understood that this was the only way out for the frozen continent.
Ragna kept looking at his three cronies, without saying any words of approval or asking any questions. Tanya seemed to have turned into the noble maid again at this time, actually smiling and nodding.
"I can't figure it out, but it seems that the result is not bad? Thanks to the help of the three elders, I, Ragna, can only try my best to change the tundra continent."
Ragnar threw away the cane and walked down the throne without any image. He bowed and saluted, not as the Lord of the frozen soil, but as a young man who had been cared for for more than 20 years.
Boy.
Upon seeing this, Onomamus hurriedly returned the greeting, but his eyes were filled with tears. Graeber curled his lips and carefully picked up the cane. Oceanus snorted, but rarely sneered. p>
The aroma of ale permeated the palace hall. Everyone in Ragna was drinking happily today, and the palace seemed extremely noisy. The faint Viking war cry penetrated the wall and finally reached a certain stone tower.
"Brother, it seems that Qunzhai has become more and more lively recently. Should we go out quietly?" Liuhua said with a smile while peeling an orange.
"It's my fault? It's your fault!" Boom compiled a few personal opinions about the major principalities and coldly rejected Rikka's suggestion.
Rikka stuck out her tongue when she heard the words, but she was not angry. She jumped off the bed and refilled the tea for Boom. The stone tower became calm again, with the sound of rustling books being turned over and the sound of chewing snacks coming and going.
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The perspective once again shifted back to the main hall, or Ragnar's study. Outside the thick wooden door stood four principality cavalry, the Divine Blessing Knight Tanya's face was as frosty as ice.
Ragnar was sitting at one end of the wooden table with a serious face, while a short alien was sitting at the other end. He was rubbing the table, looking very domineering.
"I have never met the king of goblins, Thrall Apollo the Boneless. But I am in awe of the goblins because you are the warriors who created a new era."
"Since we have the opportunity to sit together this time, it is the will of the gods and an opportunity for each other."
"It's just... If you always look down on the Vikings so much, then I am not the Lord of the frozen soil for nothing."
"I will kill you now, and then kill all the goblins, and even if I fight to the last person, I will never forget it for the rest of your life."
Ragnar took out his dagger and immediately cut his palm. Blood spurted out continuously, and a blood mark dyed the business document red.
The goblin envoy's face changed drastically when he saw this, and then he lost all his unruliness and smiled cautiously. He knew the goblin king very well, and he was a superior person who had no intention of participating in such bad things.
"Lord Thrall Apollo will not be involved in this matter. If you Vikings want to die, you can attack Alchemy City!"
"Although I am no match for this blessed knight, I am not spineless! I will kill if I want. Goblins have no cowards, and they will not be coerced by others!"
The goblin envoy took a sip of hot tea and stared at the Lord of the frozen soil opposite without fear. He represented the Alchemy City at the moment, which was a glory that transcended life and death.
"Okay! Very good! I like trading with warriors like you! The Tundra Continent needs magic cannons, the same magic cannons as in Aogu City!"
"Gold coins are not a problem. Even if the gold coins are not enough, the frozen continent can pay any price. Even if you ask for my head, I, Ragnar, will pay!"
Ragnar spoke word by word, always staring into the other person's eyes. He urgently needed to get the magic cannon, because only these things could keep the frozen continent from being invaded.
"Gold coins? Magic cannons are calculated according to crystal coins. I can't make the decision on this matter, but there are two magic cannons loaded in the airship."
"The environment in your frozen continent is too harsh. I don't know if the airship will be safe when we leave tomorrow. Each magic cannon is worth a thousand crystal coins. I hope the Vikings can treat the goblins kindly in the future."
The goblin messenger smiled, then stood up and left, never once looking at Tanya. Ragna let out a long breath, then laughed wildly and hugged Tanya.
"King Augu will have a headache this time, and that bullshit Grand Duke Cisse will probably be pissed to death. Give the two magic cannons to Belinda, she will know where to use them."
Ragna laughed loudly, completely ignoring Tanya's shy expression. The principality cavalry outside the door always looked intently, but his brows were filled with pride.
A week later, Belinda placed the two magic cannons in the Forgotten Strait, with their muzzles pointing directly in the direction of the Principality of Cisse. Grylls was so furious when he heard the news that he smashed the desk with a slap.
As for the Ancient King Fernando, he looked at the sky calmly. Until this moment, he had truly recognized Ragnar's identity as the Lord of the frozen soil, but he did not take it to heart.