Chapter 56: Sir, I want to be a hero
Hit Mu Chichi.
When it was completely dark, Lear and his party of several hundred people returned to their territory.
Bain, the swamp hero, immediately came forward.
His eyes were full of surprise as he looked at the Delsa man who was carrying a large bunch of roots on his back.
"My lord, who are these Delsa people?"
Lear said softly.
"They are new members of the City of Dew."
"You arrange for people to arrange accommodation for them."
Bain's face showed huge surprise.
A new member of the City of Dew? !
So many? !
"Sir, how many are these Delsa people?"
Lear held out his five fingers.
"Over 500!"
Bain grinned and laughed.
Great, great! !
500 people!
The work at hand has been done! !
Hahaha! !
The labor shortage has not been a headache these days.
Without people, no work can be carried out.
It’s great to have so much more labor force at once.
Moreover, the Delsa people are famous for being docile and obedient, and their character is even more timid and cowardly than the swamp people.
When he arranges it, there will be absolutely no resistance!
“I’ll make arrangements right away!”
He said excitedly and planned to turn around and go down.
Lear waved his hand to stop him.
He signaled to the troops behind him and his tone became lowered.
"In this battle, the wetland lizard warriors sacrificed 6 teams."
The smile on Bain's face suddenly froze, and his eyes became serious.
6 teams? !
This is definitely an unprecedented and heavy loss for Weilu City, which does not have a strong military force.
The tone was a little dry and unbelievable.
"Are those half-murlocs so powerful?"
Lear shook his head.
"Ordinary half-murlocs can level with one hand, but this time is different."
"That is?"
Bain was a little confused. Who else could cause so much damage if he wasn't a half-murloc?
"The half-murloc god"
Lear said slowly.
"The long-dead half-murloc god has awakened and is in direct conflict with us."
Bain's heart trembled.
The half-murloc god? ! !
I swallowed subconsciously, my lips trembling.
"The goddess is on top."
God, this is a majestic existence that mortals cannot spy on or imagine.
They only exist in myths and legends, and as long as the other party shows up, it can be attributed to a miracle!
Such an ultimate life, even if it has fallen for millions of years, can possess supreme power as long as it wakes up.
It is simply not something that ordinary people can match!
We only lost 6 teams in the conflict with God. How lucky we are!
"Blessed by the Swamp God, fortunately you are back!"
Bain was terrified.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to this newly established territory if something happened to Lear.
He said hesitantly.
"Sir, what about the half-murloc god?"
Lear gestured to the transforming flesh and blood slaughterer contained in the bubble.
He said slowly.
"The remaining soul of the half-murloc god has been destroyed by me."
"I got a ray of divinity from it and integrated it into this flesh and blood slaughterer."
"As long as you continue to water it with flesh and blood from now on, there is a chance that you will be able to give birth to a divine life."
Bain stared blankly at the flesh and blood slaughterer and said tremblingly.
"You, you destroyed the remaining soul of the half-murloc god. And you also extracted the god's divinity?!"
Is it even possible to give birth to a divine life in the future? !
He just felt that he had heard some myths that he couldn't believe!
That is God! !
Even if he has just woken up after sleeping for countless years, he is still a god!
Mortals who want to kill gods only exist in myths.
Now, it appears alive in front of you? ! !
When his eyes looked at Lear, he had turned into an almost irrational fanaticism.
This is their master, the master who leads them to open up territory in the wilderness! !
Praise the goddess! !
Exchanged several teams of wetland lizardmen for a divine life, and strangled the remaining soul of the god.
What kind of loss is this?
This damn thing is exchanging rubble for mountains of gold and weeds for mithril! !
Lear nodded, but there was not much joy on his face at the moment.
He turned to look at the dead wetland lizard man.
"These dead warriors are the heroes of my Weilu City."
"You plan an area and mark it as the Tomb of Heroes. All soldiers who died in the future will be buried in the Tomb of Heroes."
"When the City Hall is completed, we will also build the Hall of Valor to remember all the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the City of Dew."
"In the future, even if the God of Death refuses to accept them, their souls can still be stored in the Hall of Valor and be respected and worshiped by the residents of Weilu City forever."
Bain's body trembled, and his eyes changed again.
He said in a hoarse voice.
"grown ups."
I wanted to say something, but found that any words were feeble.
As far as he knew, only the royal family of the human empire would build the Hall of Valor.
But those who can remember it are all top figures with great reputations.
How could an ordinary warrior be qualified to enter the Hall of Valor? !
But now, as long as you sacrifice for the city of Weilu, you will be remembered.
What an honor this is for a warrior! !
In the future, sacrifice will be glorious and great!
It is conceivable that in time Weilu City will have the most powerful, crazy, and ferocious warriors!
Bain went down to make arrangements with excitement.
This swamp hero has essentially become the current chief political officer.
Basically, he arranges all the trivial government affairs, large and small. But he is careful, practical, and has strong execution ability, and he is also trusted by Lear.
The corpse of the wetland lizard warrior was placed in the corner of the territory, and Lear decided to bury it tomorrow morning.
After discussion, the location of the Tomb of Heroes was determined to be 3 kilometers east of Weilu City.
There is a dry, flat area here.
At the same time, he also left a backup plan to let the vine fairy plant the vines first.
When your territory expands in the future, you can also use vines to move the Tomb of Heroes outward.
The Delsans were placed next to the Bogmen.
No houses have been built in the territory, and the so-called resettlement can only allow them to rest in open spaces.
Everything else will wait until the city hall is completed.
The Delsa people had nothing to say. These beings were too cowardly in character, unless they were killed directly.
Otherwise, as long as you can still live and have food to eat, you can tolerate your fate.
The strong control their destiny, and the weak obey their destiny. No matter strong or weak, they all have their own way of survival.
The roots carried by the Delsa people were bundled together and piled into a hill.
A month's worth of rations for more than 500 people is quite a lot.
But you can still continue digging in that area if you don’t have any, so don’t worry.
These beings are quite easy to feed.
It was late at night after all this work, and Lear also felt a little tired. He had encountered too many things today.
After a simple wash, prepare to inspect the territory before resting.
Coming to the west of ←, the large bubbles controlled by Bubblemon are still filtering the water.
Under the starry sky, the water ripples with ripples of broken stars.
The breeze blows, cool and comfortable.
He walked over, touched the bubble beast's little head, and praised it.
He was left with a happy little guy grinning from ear to ear.
Walking to the north of ↑, the fish farm comes into view.
There is also a Bubble Beast guarding here to prevent accidents in the fish pond.
This area is divided into several fish ponds, in which 2-star dragon blood red fish swim like elves in the water.
The blood-red body is particularly eye-catching.
The long beard next to the corner of his mouth resembles the whiskers of a giant dragon.
Almost as long as the body.
When swimming, it is indescribably elegant and unrestrained.
In the past two days, I have tried bread, worms, offal, grass, and wild fruits. Almost all foods have been tried, but the dragon blood red fish has not yet opened its mouth to eat.
Breeding needs to be considered slowly.
Turning back to the center, the vine fairy was still pulling the power of the starry sky to speed up the growth of the starry sky vines.
These little guys are like small light bulbs, emitting light that illuminates the surrounding area for tens of meters.
Paired with the starlight from the starry sky vines, it gives people a hazy and beautiful feeling.
He didn't bother them, and after watching for a while, he was ready to go back to rest.
But just as he started to move, he saw a strange picture from the corner of his eye.
Under another starry sky vine, a slightly thin mire man was holding a yellowed book made of sheepskin and looking at it intently with the help of the light emitted by the vine fairy.
The serious expression is like a devout believer worshiping his god.
This is?
He stepped forward with some curiosity, and when he came to the other party's side, he realized that this was not the swamp man who was bewitched by the swamp banshee?
"Hanno."
The sound awakened the young sloughman who was immersed in it.
The other party suddenly raised his head, and when he saw that the person coming was Lear, his face was full of respect and enthusiasm.
He stood up quickly, held his chest and bowed.
"Good night, my lord."
"Goodnight."
Lear nodded slightly.
"Why are you still reading here so late?"
Hannuo was stunned for a moment, then he nervously grasped the book in his hand and whispered.
"Sir, I want to be a hero."
Become a hero?
Lear said with great interest.
"Becoming a hero is not that simple. Why do you suddenly have this idea?"
Hannuo raised his head and looked at him seriously.
"Because Lord Bain said that I am too weak now. Only by becoming a hero can I help you."
Lear was stunned for a moment and looked at the young mire man blankly.
The mood is a bit complicated.
When Hanno saw that he didn't speak, his tone became a little frustrated.
"I borrowed this book from Lord Bain after begging for a long time, but I was too stupid and couldn't understand it after reading it for a long time."
"They all laughed at me that I was dreaming and said that I would never be a hero in this life."
"But sir, who can know if you don't try."
After speaking, he glanced at Lear again and found that he still had a subtle expression on his face and lowered his head subconsciously.
Feeling increasingly depressed.
My lord, I'm afraid that's what I think. He's a useless swamp man. He can't stop the banshee's singing and can't read books. How can he become a hero?
With a bit of bitterness in his mouth, he touched his chest and saluted again, then silently turned around and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, a deep voice sounded.
"Looked up."
The young swamp man paused and subconsciously raised his head. What he saw was a pair of dark, deep and extremely serious eyes.
"Hanno, your efforts are to pour water into a bottle with a narrow mouth. The effect will not be seen in a short period of time, but the water bottle will gradually become heavier. Until one day, you will find that your water bottle is heavier than the mountain."
"Everyone's efforts will not be in vain. Those who give up midway will not enjoy the final sweetness."
"Also, don't let cheap ridicule become a stumbling block for you."
"Others' ridicule is just a vent for their inner inferiority and incompetence. Because they are not as good as you and cannot grow as hard as you do, they have no choice but to suppress you through ridicule and make you become as incompetent and mediocre as they are."
His shoulder was tapped hard, and the swamp man could feel the power transmitted by the other party.
Surging power.
"Hanno, I believe in you and look forward to the day when you become a hero."
The young mire man's eyes gradually turned red as he looked at the encouraging gaze.
Head down hard!
(End of this chapter)