In the wilderness west of Syracuse, the ice and snow that once covered the soil have melted under the blowing of the warm spring breeze, leaving only a few scattered spots that look dirty in the shadows.
The cold snow water seeps into the soil and becomes the nutrients for new life.
At this time, a spring wheat plant that had been planted into the ground by agricultural slaves not long ago was struggling, shaking off the sticky mud with its companions, and emerging from the ground. It stretched out its young leaves and enjoyed
The warmth from the sun grows slowly.
Suddenly, a big dark hand descended from the sky. It grabbed the plants emerging from the mud and gently pulled the wheat seedlings out of the soil.
If it had its own thinking, it would be full of question marks at this time.
The owner of this big hand was not afraid of the lingering cold of early spring. He just wrapped a linen cloth around his body, revealing his strong arms and legs that were as strong as cast iron and covered with scars. He was just barefoot.
He stepped on the mud filled with cold snow water, but he seemed completely unaware.
"Aha!"
The owner of the big hand raised the wheat seedlings in his hand and looked at it before his eyes. He turned around and showed it to the attendants following him and said, "Elder, what do you think this is? A handful of weeds mixed with the wheat seedlings?"
The attendant who followed him opened his mouth, but finally chose to swallow it.
"What kind of weeds are mixed in the wheat seedlings? This is the wheat seedlings!"
But if he says this, he will definitely be greeted by an iron fist from his master.
Even though the movement in the throat was very weak, it could not be concealed from his keen master.
"Elder, what do you want to say? I promise not to blame you. But if you don't say it, I will punish you with deception."
Really unable to escape, and not daring to make up any random reasons on the spot, Elder, who looked thin and frail, had no choice but to use his brain and said bravely in a tone that was half a chant, half a sigh:
"Sir Kakarte... Although you are full of enthusiasm for learning, among the green seedlings you just pulled out that look like weeds, the wheat seedlings have a slightly high content."
"Dead!"
Elder thought to himself and closed his eyes.
However, the imaginary beating and scolding did not appear. Instead, a burst of hearty laughter was heard:
"Oh? Is that so? Then I have to learn to be more precise."
Kakarte laughed. He squatted down and pushed the handful of wheat seedlings back into the ground without caring about anything else.
"..."
This time Elder pretended to lower his head and look at the wheat seedlings, controlling the expression on his face very well.
When Kakarte stood up, he showed a kind smile and asked him:
"Then tell me how to distinguish between weeds and wheat seedlings?"
Elder felt a little disobedient for a moment. It was hard to believe that he was the same person he had seen hiding in the granary before. He rushed into the camp of the last remaining die-hard Sanders loyalists who refused to surrender. He was alone.
Invincible, as powerful as a god descending from the earth!
He was captured during the fall of Baator.
As a merchant, Elder was neither tall nor strong. He was not even young enough. It was usually difficult for such people to survive to the slave camps.
However, his businessman's clever mind and low sense of morality were working together at high speed, and he glimpsed the only way to save his life from a tortuous path: he stood up when the slave leader, whose muscles were bigger than his brain, was counting his spoils,
Save him from the trap of mathematics.
The big gamble paid off.
Later, he gave full play to a skill he had mastered that most people in this era did not possess - counting accounts, which allowed him to save his life from the giant and become a slightly higher slave.
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It happened that after Sanders' plunder, a large amount of loot needed to be counted and transferred. Relying on his professional knowledge and the ability to flatter small businessmen, he actually managed to get into the position of warehouse manager so safely.
Originally, he thought that he would have to spend the rest of his life in this position. Unexpectedly, one day the door of this camp would be broken open by a black shadow as strong as a hill!
The black shadow took the huge battle ax that was as big as two beds and rushed into the formation of giants who looked to be the same size as a three-story building. With just a swing, there was only a flash of light, but nothing happened.
Looking clearly, Elder saw that the giants were cut into two pieces even with their plate armor on.
The sight of the rain of blood and broken bodies flying in the air was something that Elder, who was hiding in the granary, could never forget for the rest of his life!
Like a flash of inspiration, he deeply realized that the turning point in his destiny had come again. After Kakarte eliminated all the enemies, he was the first to run out, knelt on the ground, and successfully offered sacrifices to Kakarte.
Account book!
Maybe it was because Kakarte needed a sign, or maybe his skills took effect. He once again successfully gained a foothold and was even able to speak in front of Kakarte! When Kakarte decided to
Essodu improved the relationship, and his status as a businessman even increased!
To sum up this experience, he went from being a slave of an unknown small slave owner to being a slave to a well-known slave owner, and now, he has become a direct slave of the local big boss!
Slave triple jump!
You know, the direct slaves of the big boss, even though they still have the word slave, they are also the people around the big boss. If you really want to talk about it, they even have a higher status than some small slave owners!
Eld is willing to surrender to Kerkalt's force value.
However, this man who was able to defeat many enemies with one battle ax and completely annihilate Sanders' last remaining elite team of giants, why did he put down his weapons, suppress his own power, and magically reduce his size?
Will it look like this?
Harmonious! Amiable! Dear!
And he even went to the fields himself!
Although it was all a waste of help, Elder could see from his attitude that he was serious about understanding the difference between the two!
"How about it? Do you think it's weird that I go to the fields in person? Sanders never goes to the fields? No, stand up and kneel down like a chicken. Where do all these stinky and fake etiquette come from.
It's very simple here. I'm short of people now. If I can work, I can have enough to eat. If I have skills, I can live a good life. If you have something to say, say it directly. Don't beat around the bush. I have a headache. When I have a headache, I get irritable. When I get irritable, I
It will be easy to do it once you remember it."
Elder felt a little relieved, but still maintained the necessary etiquette and said:
"Sanders..."
He almost said the word "adult" out of habit.
"He never comes to the farmland here."
"No matter how good the land is, you should at least care about the food rations, right? Isn't he worried about not being able to pay the food tax?"
Elder did not speak, but pointed to the other side of the horizon.
"Oh, so he went to other places to grab food when he couldn't get it together? That's Syracuse over there, right?"
"Yes, sir. That is the direction of Syracuse. Bypassing Syracuse is the main grain-producing area of Essodu. The land there is the same as ours, very fertile and rich in products."
Elder, who had been there during his business days, had no reservations.
Kakarte also narrowed his eyes and looked over.
His eyes crossed the endless plains and through the clear air, staring at the 13 magic towers in Syracuse that shot straight into the sky like javelins. Together they supported a huge mystery lock, which obscured the
The appearance of the magic tower makes it unclear which spells on the magic tower are in operation.
But Kakarte knew that in this seemingly defenseless group of magic towers, the huge detection array on one, perhaps two, or even more magic towers must be under the control of an experienced battle mage.
Turning around, vigilantly scanned the plain in front of any team with more than three people or with high-energy reactions.
Half of Star Island's battle mages are concentrated in these magic towers.
Mages also have to eat, so there is no reason to not care about the place where their food is produced, so they invest a huge amount of resources in this land. They also collect food taxes from here.
And under the combined increase of the mage tower accumulated by these precious resources, in terms of output intensity alone, Kakarte felt that even if Sanders was still alive and the three of them gathered together to attack, there would only be a very small chance of defeating him.
Come down.
There is a very small possibility that he is trying to save face for himself - not even Sanders, the reckless man, would choose to rush to Tallinn, who would do such a thing?
However, the mage tower cannot walk. If the three of them run, it is impossible to chase them - they maintain a high-mobility posture that is helpless against the fixed turret.
Because of the existence of the teleportation spell, there is no possibility of outflanking the back road and waiting for the mage to starve to death. Besides, if they really have to encircle them, Kakarte suspects that the party with the larger number of people will probably starve to death outside first.
Getting around Tallinn is possible.
But to sack a city, it’s impossible to think of emptying it out alone, right? The transport team is the key. So Syracuse stuck here may not be able to stop the rush to Carkarte, as long as it can stop the transport team behind them.
Enough.
We need to make one thing clear here: the reason why a battle mage becomes a battle mage is because he is full of love for spell destruction and tirelessly explores the potential of these spells.
Only in a small part of the cases is it because they have reached their personal limit - there are not many people who change directions because they admit defeat. The vast majority of battle mages have a simple purpose from the beginning - stronger destructive power.
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If I had to describe it, it would be like going to Wudang Mountain and practicing Taoism just by the way, with the simple purpose of learning kung fu.
"This Tallinn is really not easy to handle. Going up alone is equivalent to being besieged. As long as Hendrick teleports over after a slight delay, it will be even more difficult. But destroying 13 towers in an instant is not easy.
Unless - wear them down with a large number of targets."
But who is willing and able to carry out this kind of combat mission where there is no hope or even a counterattack, and it just consumes the enemy's mana?
"It would be quite appropriate if it weren't for the fact that those bugs never take bait and only go to the nearest living creature."
It is also because bugs do not eat lures, so there is only one possibility for them to rush towards Tallinn: there are no more living creatures west of Tallinn.
"There really is nothing I can do. I can't fight, and I can't run. If you still want to get something, then you have to do business, right?"
Especially iron. Although he owns a huge copper mine, he does not have a large-scale iron mine - this is impossible. Without iron, there are no weapons. This trading channel must be circulated again.
However, because Sanders has been robbing for many years, he has lived a long time as a long-lived species. Although he is still young among the giants, the people on the border have been trembling under his power for generations. As long as he exists for a day, easing the relationship will
Things can't happen.
So Sanders - the culprit of this tension between the two countries - must die.
Anyway, Sanders doesn't listen to anything except giving supplies, and he doesn't have the same heart as anyone.
"They must be looking at us now."
Kakarte murmured as if talking to himself:
"It's damn good. Ask him to do some business. After a few days of doing it, he couldn't help but started robbing every day. The people couldn't bear the robbing. He spent several years building such a large magic tower here, and he couldn't move forward or retreat.
.The most stupid thing is that this guy didn’t tell us, and he couldn’t defeat it, and finally he actually had someone fix it! He’s a waste! He can’t fix what he caused!”
"Yeah, no matter how hard you work on farming, it's not as good as grabbing a round of harvest. No need to be tired, no need to be busy. When the season comes, go east for a walk, and you will have everything to eat in the coming year. Guarding a small place is important to Sanders
It makes no sense at all. To be honest, it sounds so cool. If this Syracuse hadn't been blocking the way in the middle of this plain, I would have thought of doing this."
"What a pity! Now that Syracuse is blocking here, protecting the main food-producing area, the only way to attack here is to avoid it far away and find a place where it can't be protected and hit and run.
Otherwise, Sanders would not have taken the risk to rob Casadoria after receiving the order to adjust the grain supply."
He suddenly turned around: "Elder, what do you think is wrong with Sanders' strategy?"
"Wrong? Is it wrong to go robbing?"
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Karkart shook his head.
"No, it's because he didn't have any technical skills in the robbery! He chose the wrong target and the wrong method. He thought he was good enough to fight the mage. Isn't this because his head was broken? He was still too young. Finally, people
You're in big trouble. This is a recipe for death."
"Based on what I saw and heard when I was in Baator, Casadoria can never be attacked by an adult."
"Then I also heard that some of Sanders' men suffered defeats? Others were beaten to the point of being wiped out?"
"This villain knows. The whole army was annihilated. The leader was a little girl with no experience. He took it upon himself to attack the fortified weapons production area, and even killed a knight leader. The one who lost the battle was the battle of the royal capital.
.With the leader of a tribe facing off against the strength of the whole country, it is not surprising that he lost. However, that man has been easily chopped down by the adults, which is enough to prove his weakness."
"Um."
Karkart snorted.
"How is Bato now? Has it recovered? Where are the food producing areas in Casadoria?"
"According to the information I heard, there has been little improvement, and even the output of weapons and armor has dropped significantly. The villain speculates that it may be the damage caused by the war. As for the food production areas, they are on the plains west of the royal capital. They must cross the royal capital.
All will do."
"Yeah?"
He didn't comment, he just bent down and picked up a handful of soil, rubbed it, and let the black, sticky mud fall from his fingers.
"What a wonderful land! There is no sand or stones. I have already inquired about it. In such land, anything can be grown."
He looked at Syracuse again: "Caught a sheep to slaughter, people are on guard now, this road will not work. We don't want to fight now, just produce on our own. It will be up to you.
It’s on me.”
He patted Elder's shoulder with his hands full of mud.
Elder pretended not to notice the mud marks on his shoulders, and quickly leaned down and bowed: "Thank you for your trust, sir. I will do my best."
"Do a good job, business is your specialty. By the way, how are you doing? Do you have any news from Syracuse?"