The Son of the Holy Scale looked at the five newly acquired black iron golems, while the surrounding Bloodkissed priests were excitedly counting magic items.
According to the contract, the masked man provided a large number of wands and scrolls. Although most of them were low-level spells such as "Mage Armor", "Scorching Ray" and "Mirror Shadow", there were also more than a dozen copies of "Group Bear's Tenacity".
”, the precious scroll of “The Power of the Crowd Bull”.
"Although after several negotiations, the twenty-year mining rights were reduced to ten years, and a thousand children under the age of eight were provided to the Imperial Man, it was still worth it to be able to exchange for so many magic items at once!"
The son of the Holy Scale was particularly satisfied with the black iron golem. He looked at the control bracelet worn on his forearm. It was heavy and densely carved with runes on both sides. The five gems corresponded to the five black iron golems, proving that these five
Taiwan's war machinery is completely in his own hands.
When it comes to magic items, Glenfaz has suffered a lot in the past. In terms of both quantity and quality, the magic items produced by most tribes in Glenfaz are not as good as those of mages, and even not as good as those of the Emerald Green who once joined them.
ring.
Even though the Bloodkissed priests have figured out over the long years that they can use human sacrifices, cruel and bloody acts of sacrifice, and pain to gather the soul essence and vitality of living sacrifices, and can create highly effective magic items, however,
After all, this practice is restricted by tribal population.
The Son of the Holy Scale does not deny that the Ouroboros Serpent tribe robs the populations of other tribes with the intention of weakening the strength of other tribes. However, if it is unified into a complete country in the future, this kind of human sacrifice cannot be carried out without restraint.
.What's more, those blood-kissed species relied on such methods to make the various priest families too powerful, making the sons of the Holy Scales also fearful.
"As long as we capture Firewood Town, the Staircase Temple and the magic circle, everything will be turned around!" The son of Holy Scales was excited. This eagerness to try was the first time he had experienced it in many generations.
A strange sound like the roar of a wild boar came from another camp, interrupting the thoughts of the Son of the Holy Scale. He saw Commander Fakuru of the Longhorn Tribe running staggeringly with tears streaming down his face, and two lines of disgusting snot hanging on his face.
Arriving in front of the Son of the Holy Scale, a pair of winged species guards stepped forward to stop him, but the fat and stocky tribe leader slipped and fell to his knees, howling with all his strength:
"Son of Holy Scales, you must make the decision for me——"
Fakulu's ugly appearance immediately attracted generals from various tribes to come and watch. Seeing this, the Son of Holy Scale had no choice but to ask in front of everyone: "What happened?"
"Fang Valley, my family, wow~~~"
The leader of the Changxi tribe, a foreigner who was highly trusted by the Sons of Shenglin, knelt in the mud and cried loudly. He did not have the manners and manners of a high-ranking person at all. He beat his chest with both hands and was extremely mournful. He could not speak in one sentence.
Can't even tell.
The Son of the Holy Scale actually values Fakuru very much. As the leader of the Longhorn tribe with the largest population, he not only faithfully pays sufficient material tribute to the Ouroboros tribe, but he is also not an incompetent and stupid guy and can subdue his tribesmen.
It saves the Son of Shenglin from putting too much thought on the Changxiu tribe.
But correspondingly, if the Son of the Holy Scale wants to encroach on the Changlu tribe bit by bit and ensure the main population, soldiers, food and products of Glanfaz, he must have a good relationship with Fakuru. At the moment, the general is crying miserably, and he
It cannot be expressed at all.
"What happened? Tell me!" The Son of Shenglin looked at the generals of the Changxiu tribe who were chasing after him, and found that many of them had serious expressions on their faces.
A spirit messenger stepped forward and replied: "Reporting to the Son of the Holy Scale, we have just received news that the rebels in Glanfaz have invaded the Fang Valley and looted and set fire to it. The family of Commander Fakuru was killed.
Burned to death."
Everyone around heard the words and let out a burst of sighs and exclamations. The Fang Valley is the largest settlement of the Long Tube tribe. This tribe that values relatives and ancestors has built the Fang Valley into the richest settlement on the Great Plains.
The sweet violets and jute produced there are the main sources of syrup and hemp rope on the Great Plains, and they also provide sufficient food, meat and milk for Glenfarz. Magic items are not used every day, but without food,
Not to mention the army going out for war, famine may occur throughout Glanfaz!
If it were in normal times, the Sons of the Holy Scale would not pay attention to the famine at all. Every day in the mountain city of Granka, thin-tailed species would starve to death on the streets. But now the rebel forces in the rear are gaining momentum. If famine occurs again, it is likely to trigger an immediate
A bigger rebellion!
"Why did they kill Fakuru's family?" The Son of Holy Scale asked: "I should have arranged a group of people to protect his family members."
The spirit messenger's tone was hesitant and his eyes were evasive, as if he had something to hide. The son of Shenglin knew that it was not convenient for him to say something in front of everyone, so he simply ordered: "Don't worry, say it quickly!"
"The news we received said that the rebels claimed that General Fakuru was a lackey of the Ouroboros tribe and openly betrayed the tribal alliance. He must pay the price." The spirit messenger replied.
As soon as he finished saying this, Fakuru let out an "ouch..." and fainted with grief. The accompanying spirit messengers rushed forward to treat him.
The Son of Saint Scale secretly smiled in his heart, and at the same time quietly connected his consciousness to the Serpent Crown Palace in Glanka Mountain City. The extraordinary power transcended the space barrier, and found the direction of the Fang Valley, confirming that a fierce battle broke out there. The longhouse of the tribal leader
It has become a blazing torch that has not yet been extinguished. If anyone is really hiding inside, it will be a dead end without "immunity to the flames".
"It's so tragic. All my family members were killed in one fell swoop. I heard that Fakulu is quite popular among the people of the Changliu tribe."
"I guess the rebels hate him for this, and there must be a lot of supplies and food stored in the Fang Valley. It is normal to attack there. Is it possible to attack the mountain city of Granka?"
"Hey! Do you think the rebels will attack our tribe? Our defense there is not as good as Fang Valley!"
"Well, if this continues, how can we fight?"
Hearing the whispers of the generals of various tribes, the Son of the Holy Scale immediately became vigilant and said loudly: "Everyone! You don't know something. I have learned the actual situation. Now the rebels within Glanfaz are actually connected to Chai Dui Town.
, it was just when our army was on the march that they committed chaos and looting in the rear! This is a despicable act committed by Chaidui Town because it was unable to compete with the power of our Granfaz army on the frontal battlefield!"
When the Son of the Holy Scale said this, he activated the aura around him and overawed everyone's minds: "Now that the army is far away from Glan Faz, it is only in line with the enemy's wishes that we rashly turn around. If we want to achieve a complete victory, we can only concentrate all our efforts to capture Chai."
Dui Town! By then the rebels will have no backing, so they will naturally collapse without a fight, and your families and wealth can be preserved!"
"I want to be a pioneer!!" General Fakuru, who came to life after being rescued by the spirit messenger, shouted immediately. His eyes were red, like a big wild boar with an angry and hunched back. He roared in a deep voice: "Please Holy Scale
My son has given me magic items, and I am willing to personally lead all the soldiers of the Changxiu tribe to fight a bloody path for the future of Glanfaz! I will make the enemy pay the price!!"
"Okay, very good!" The Son of the Holy Scale also felt excited in his chest. At the moment, he was charging into battle for the Ouroboros Serpent Tribe, consuming the enemy's manpower. Fakuru was stimulated by this incident, and instead volunteered. This is really a substitute.
For the sake of the Son of the Holy Scale.
"Yes! The newly acquired magic items will be divided in half, no! 60% will be given to the Changxiu tribe. I hope General Fakuru will take the lead in making contributions! For the future of Glanfazi, let the fire of hatred burn all enemies!!"
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"Come, father will teach you how to fish in the ice cave today."
Looking at the vast white ice, a father and son were carrying various tools on their shoulders, and their bodies were wrapped up in thick winter-proof animal skin coats. Their noses were high and their eyes were deep, and the father's beard was tied into a twist.
The shape of their braids shows that they are the purest Yarnold people.
I saw my father holding a special ice drill and pointing the sharp end vertically at the ice. He was wearing spiked boots for walking on ice. He stood firm on his legs, lifted his hips and back, inhaled slightly, and then hammered down hard.
Insert, mobilize the whole body's strength to thrust violently, hundreds of blows in succession, causing ice to splash everywhere.
After cutting through the last layer of thin ice, the father asked his children to prepare fishing rods and bait while explaining how to judge the location of fish schools.
This place is the Xuefeng Autonomous Territory of the New World. To be precise, it has left the land and is a large piece of sea ice extending from the northern coast of the Dominion.
As the northernmost region of the New World, the Xuefeng Autonomous Territory can be said to be a typical bitter cold place. The large ridges and undulating mountains have blocked the frost and cold waves from the polar wind belt to the greatest extent, causing the indigenous tribes in this area to
They were relatively rare, and there was no fierce battle at all. They were wiped out by the earliest expedition and pioneering groups.
But even though there are mountains lying across it, Xuefeng Autonomous Territory is still too cold, with only a few warm days a year. Moreover, the soil is barren and the food production is low. At one time, there were only a few pioneer settlements left, and no permanent colonial towns were even formed.
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However, fortunately, the Yarnold people, who have also experienced cold winds for a long time, were one step slower than the Londinium Empire in the process of colonial development. They did not seize the eastern coastal stronghold of the New World, so they took risks along the periphery of the polar wind belt.
The broken glaciers that landed on the northern coast of the New World actually occupied a place from a colder place.
Moreover, this group of Yarnold people also discovered that the northern coast of Xuefeng Autonomous Territory is rich in fishery resources. On the coastal land, sea lions, seals, and giant bears and snow foxes breed in large numbers, providing countless oil and fur, so that Ya
The "Raven Fur Chamber of Commerce" founded by the Ernods once monopolized the leather market in the New World.
There are two in every situation. The Yarnolds have established a firm foothold in the Xuefeng Autonomous Territory. In the past year, a large number of domestic colonists came across the sea by boat. They were not afraid of hardships to open up the Xuefeng Autonomous Territory and learned from the dwarves.
Their skill in finding mineral veins allowed the Yarnold people to find the shining ore buried in the mountains.
Almost overnight, this group of Yankees, who were regarded by the empire as smelly and greasy, made a huge fortune. And the mineral deposits surrounding the Xuefeng Dominion soon detonated the conflict between the Londinium Empire and Jarnod.
The Kingdom's Dominion War and the Northern Route War, the latter evolved into a long-term naval battle between privateers.
But when it comes to being pirates, the Yarnolds can be regarded as the ancestors of the Imperial people, especially since they were the first to develop magic ships that can control waves, wind and even ice, and defeated the Imperial warships equipped with constructed ballistae. This resulted in
The empire had to recognize the rights of the Yarnold people in the Xuefeng Autonomous Territory, and the fight turned from hard-fought battles to commercial competition.
Make money, don't be shabby.
Decades of pioneering colonization have made many Yarnold people consider the Snow Peak Autonomous Territory their hometown. They have also moved their living habits and architectural styles to the New World, including fishing in the ice caves.
The son sat in a daze on a small stool, looking at the endless ice and snow in the north. Even though spring had returned to the southern provinces, the northern coast of Xuefeng Autonomous Territory was still frozen. The fishing rod did not move for a long time. The son yawned and asked: "Father,
What can be found in the colder places to the north?"
The father glanced at his son and said: "To the north is the mist kingdom of the god of wind, snow and disaster. Once that god is angry, he will bring three years of constant winter and frost. He can eat three hundred cows in one meal and drink
He will bring down three hundred barrels of mead, and after he has eaten and drank enough, he will be served by three hundred maidens."
The son's eyes lit up: "What happens after that?"
My father said: "Later, there was a frost giant. He couldn't bear to see us people suffer, so he defeated the God of Disaster with a big club and expelled him to the land of fog in the northernmost part of the earth, so that the earth could regain its spring.
Warmth. Legend has it that the frost giant is the ancestor of the Yarnold people, and his blood flows through each of us, so that we are not afraid of the cold winter."
"So awesome~" My son was very excited.
"These are all myths and legends, and no one has ever seen it with their own eyes... Huh? Something is coming!" From the corner of his eye, my father saw a ball of dense blue light under the ice, which happened to be wrapped around a fishhook.
The father did not feel the force of the falling rod, and it seemed that it was not a hooked fish at all. The son quickly stepped forward and pulled out the fishing line.
I saw a small ball with a cold blue light hanging on the fishhook. If I look closely, it turns out to be a special crystal in the shape of a dodecahedron. It is crystal clear and translucent like an ice sculpture, which makes people want to play with it.
"Be careful-" The father's eyes were also caught by the ice crystal, but when he saw his son raising his hand to touch it, he realized something was wrong and quickly shouted to stop it.
But even with gloves on, the moment his son's fingertips touched the ice crystal, he was suddenly engulfed by the cold blue light. All the fierce power poured into his body, and the shock wave exploded and knocked his father away.
When my father struggled to get up with tingling in his ears and severe pain all over his body, in front of him in the cold mist of ice dust, there stood a monster with white hair and two people as tall as him. A third one was exposed on his torn forehead.
His eyes were staring at his father with evil meaning. The face of this monster still retained the appearance of a son, but the stretched face was a little distorted.
The white-haired monster stepped closer and mercilessly raised his hand to grab his father. The extreme frost instantly froze him into an ice sculpture. The white-haired monster opened its mouth wide and swallowed his father whole and chewed it to pieces, devouring all his flesh, blood and soul.
The white-haired monster, who had received some replenishment, stood on the ice, looked to the southwest, and let out a roar that shattered the glacier——