Chapter 177 31. What you cherish
January 1, 999 in the Saint Laurent calendar - the Holy Human Federation Council
Hundreds of human monarchs gathered in the palace. These kings and monarchs wearing crowns, golden veils, and holding staffs argued with red faces, making the sacred human temple look like a market.
"Silence..."
"My country is flooding..."
"The tsunami flooded my island and harbor! And the ships!"
"The rat things... are not good, I will drive out the rat things... no one will be left behind, rat people..." Damn it! Die!"
"How did a rat thing get in?"
"Silence!"
"The gods no longer respond to us..." br>
"Our warriors cannot withstand the corruption of the rat men."
"You coward of the Ronces family, if you let a vampire in again, I will crush your balls!"
Cang—— Dang——Dang——
The echoing bells interrupted the discussion of the illusory figures. They focused on the thirteen buildings in the center of the circular hall, which were either made of dead bones, gold, trees, iron ore, mud, etc. The material of the throne and its outline.
However, the clay seat is vacant, and the king's shadow is missing.
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."
"Let them go back to their own territory!"
"No! There are one-third dwarves and one-third orcs in my country!"
"Isn't there still one-third of the people left?"
"Three are left. One-third are vampires, and one-third are rat men."
"Heresy!"
The few who resisted were drowned in the second opinion, and a war swept across mankind. The laws of the kingdom are coming like a wave of snow.
...
Xingyue Bay is facing a physical snow wave.
The nascent morning light turned the terrifying clouds and fog covering the entire north above 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 snow that has been accumulated for thousands of years is 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 Breeze City Refuge or Resistance?
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 dire straits, 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 a territory of his own interest, but the new home of these people who had lost their homes. The place where they will live, grow old, sick and die, the place where they will thrive, the 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 semi-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 resist the snow tide.
“How long and wide can we build a city wall from west to east before the snow wave arrives?”
Eli Gravel’s answer is that a one-meter-wide city wall will not exceed one meter. Meters - 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!"
Francois led the cheering subjects and set off.
"Eli Gravel, you, the craftsmen and the female leaders make 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 intercept the wood carried by the snow tide. But this section of the river must 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 is that everyone works hard.
The harvest of Annan’s treatment of the residents also appeared at this moment: those new residents who had just come to Xingyue Bay and had not had enough food for a few days, were weak and malnourished, quickly exhausted themselves, and the first few batches of residents were exhausted quickly. The people were waving their iron pickaxes enthusiastically, and the crushed ore was continuously carried back to Xingyue Bay by the knights' horses.
Take off your cotton-padded clothes when you sweat, and continue working in the heat and mist in the cold winter.
Annan was also working, luxuriously using meditation potions to restore his magic power, and finally accumulated a low-level summoning spell.
Dragging the iron pickaxe to the edge in the respect of the people, Annan released the spell.
Olmedo, who emerged 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 blurred vision on his eyelashes. Frost, "The citizens and I have started building the city wall."
A happy smile appeared on Olmedo's cheek. It may be correct to avoid the edge temporarily, but when you form an avoidance mentality, you will think of running away when you encounter a crisis again.
“Are you working too?”
While speaking, Olmedo saw Annan holding a pickaxe, and his black hair was steaming under the soft winter sun. As a new town, a snow wave 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 was gentler: "Do you need my help? ? "
"Need." Annan, who didn't know what to say, 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 estimates that the magic power will be restored. According to the speed at which he pours the magic potion, it should be OK. Barely ok...
The financial resources can support it, but the stomach cannot.
"Is Breeze City in danger?"
"The walls of Breeze City can't even be pushed back by the rat tide."
Annan quite agrees, the tempered man The fiery and mean-spirited legendary mage 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. Your 'New Year's gift' to the fortress It was also 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 of all races and the strongest walls and will never fall."
< br>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 last mage tower that said so has fallen..."
"That's just magic. Isn't it an image? "
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: "After this crisis, you will get the foundation of a territory."
"What?"
"The loyalty of your people."
(End of Chapter)