The crisp and rhythmic ringtone rang.
At the intersection at the end of the forest, there were 10 wooden poles nailed to the ground, each with a flat wheel on the top, with the rim and axle tied to it.
The wheels were also filled with crows and ravens, constantly pecking and tearing something.
Due to the height of the poles and the crowded bird flock, the bystanders could only guess what the illusory wreckage was.
It was a corpse, it could not be anything else, thought Kalena, the pastor of the Church of Mother Earth.
She raised her gloved hands and lifted the hood of the thick travel cloak. Her hair, which was as dark as her mount, was scattered on her shoulders, and looked particularly eye-catching against her dark green rider suit.
A breeze blew by, and Kalena turned her head and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
The wind blows from the direction of the wooden poles, which also brings the stench of rotting bodies that are permeating the intersection.
"What a wonderful scenery." The female priest on the horse leaned out slightly, spitted on the ground, looked to the other side, and smiled, "But they have a good appetite."
Wherever she sees, is the area where Jinshu Village, Mokou Town distributed free porridge to refugees.
It was a temporary camp with high tents and fenced.
Through the fire, you can see many people busy. From time to time, someone transports the steaming wooden barrels to the long table beside the fence, and then distributes them to individuals by the responsible guards.
Obviously, these foods are cooked in real time.
Although the porridge is not thick and there are no vegetable leaves or other things, the only fragrance has made most people swallow their throats and their saliva cannot stop surging.
The refugees dressed in rags and thin and yellow faces were neatly arranged in a long queue, one after another, collecting their own food.
Everyone here, under the guidance of the guards, received wooden bowls, made porridge, went to the other end to drink porridge, and put the bowl.
It is hard to believe that this orderly order was actually created by ordinary civilians.
But in Kalena's opinion, the reason why the refugees here are so honest is that the stench that comes from the wind is absolutely indelible.
In fact, among these refugees, in addition to fleeing civilians from Sambiya, there are many southern nobles and merchants who were exiled to this place, as well as large numbers of prisoners of rebel soldiers.
Of course, there are pirates and soldiers from the Weihong Sea and the Dragon Coast.
In the war against the rebels, the fleets on the Dragon Coast and Weihong Sea were almost wiped out by a meteorite falling from the sky.
Kalena's brother, the supreme commander of the Purple Dragon Knight, not only led the Blue Dragon Fleet to capture all the enemy troops who survived in Longhu, but also arrived at many towns and villages along the Dragon Coast, taking away a large number of people.
Only afterwards did she realize that the shocking idea of ​​going to the Dragon Coast to snatch civilians was actually from Brian.
The purpose of doing this is to place a place for them, and to provide them with free food every day, which is simply a waste of resources.
Although the mage lord's actions were incomprehensible to most people, since Mokou Town was re-incorporated into the territory of the Kingdom of Cormier, Kalena chose to leave the temple of Morning Star Town without hesitation to establish herself, she gradually realized that every step of Brian's action always contained more profound meanings.
That's exactly what's true.
"You ask the Lord why did you give you food? This question is good!" A short, fat man with a red face stood on a temporary podium made of wooden barrels and said with a dance:
"This is the kindness that the Lord gave to you. Whether you were slaves, exiled merchants and nobles, or captured and surrendered soldiers, bandits and pirates, these are no longer important. Now you have a new identity: they are all labor reformers. Lord hopes that through this transformation, you can become human beings again!"
"But you said before that free food will only be distributed for three days, so what should I do in the future?" asked a young man with messy hair like a chicken coop.
Kalena knows this unlucky young man.
His father was the Count with fiefs and real power in the city of Susar. His family was very wealthy and his favorite thing to do was to hang out on the streets of the city with a bird cage.
Unfortunately, his father and his brother were staunch supporters of Prince Selante, and were forced to confess from the soul crystal of the Deep Demon Refining by Tifflin.
In the end, both of them were hanged to the execution ground in Susal City. As for this noble young master who knew nothing about the rebels, he was inexplicably trapped here by his old father.
In Susar's aristocratic group, his son always cheated on his father, but this young master who had no worries about food and clothing was cheated by his father.
When the noble young master heard the inquiry, the people who were doing the meal were immediately attracted to their attention. The sound of the scene gradually subsided, and most people raised their heads, pricked their ears, and waited for the other party's answer.
"It's very simple! You can support yourself!" The fat man on the wooden barrel smiled:
"I... support myself?" The noble young master was stunned. "But I can't do anything except walking birds and teasing dogs. Oh my god, don't tell me that I want to farm myself. When I come, didn't I agree to keep food and accommodation, and I don't have to be a slave?"
"Don't worry, let me tell you slowly!" The fat man waved his hand and said:
"Mokou Town has a large territory. In the future, a large number of workers will be required to build and build roads and bridges. This is how you support yourself! Lord Lord mercifully, let you rest here for three days and then devote yourself to the work assigned to you. So, let labor, only labor can create wealth, only labor can change your destiny! As long as the work assigned to you is completed on time, not only will it be food and accommodation, but it will also allow you to get a stable salary. This money can not only support yourself, but also support your family! At the same time, Lord Lord promised that anyone who owns a formal job and performs well for three months will be accepted as the hierarchy of the territory! They will also own their own land and houses!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The fat man's words caused a stir in the crowd, and there was even a middle-aged man with a slightly rosy complexion - from the imprint on his neck, he was a slave from the Dragon Coast.
He said excitedly, "As long as you want to keep food and accommodation here, I am willing to be a slave, even if I am a slave, I can still get paid and free. It's simply great."
"Yes, I know what you are thinking." The fat man standing on the wooden barrel whispered:
"There are many slaves among you, or civilians who were once oppressed by the nobles of the Dragon Coast, but it doesn't matter. You must believe that Lord Lord, through labor, you will be reborn. This reborn will not be frightened, nor will you be froze, and hungry, nor will you welcome the whip on your body at any time or even go to the gallows. Now, when you come here, you can rely on your own hands to exchange for legitimate rewards, whether it is food, clothing, or even a shelter from the wind and rain! You can get all these!"
"Is it... as long as you are willing to work, right?" The noble young master who was cheated here by his rebel father and brother asked in a low voice.
"That's right." The fat man with red face showed an amiable smile.
"As long as you are willing to work, you will understand that all your efforts can be harvested. It is like seeds planted in the soil and bear fruit. The fruits of your labor will never be harvested by the sickle that others fly over. Of course, if you choose to lie flat, then even the gods in the sky will not be able to save you."
Within the territory of Mokou Town, there are many such camps, such speakers, such refugees, and the future and hope given to them.
"It seems that the busy time will never end." Kalena put on her hood again and continued walking deeper along the gravel-paved path.
As the priest of Mother Earth and the patriarch of the Temple of Mokou Town, the main responsibility of their clergy is to help the leaders of Mokou Town teach them the knowledge of how to replant, composting and irrigation to fertilize the land, and pass on the land from generation to generation, not just to exhaust its yield through grazing and excavation.
Of course, there are also the most important things to do to prevent plant diseases, burning the bodies of sick plants and infected animal husbandry to prevent the spread of the disease.
Nowadays, with the growth of towns and the increasing population, the reclaimed land has become more and more, and the clergy of the Mother Earth Church has naturally become busy.
After all, the cold winter is coming soon, and they must guide the vast majority of these farmers who have been slaves and have regained their freedom, how to manage their own land and get a bumper harvest next year.
Especially after Prince Selante's rebellious war ended, the regent queen issued a policy of exempting taxes and distributing the land confiscated by the rebel nobles in the south to civilians, Kalena could clearly feel the busy craze of the clergy in the entire Kingdom of Cormier.
Just yesterday, she saw with her own eyes in Morning Star Town that the golden pastorals from the Deep Water City, the Harvest House of Am, and the Golden Wheat Monastery in the Mist Valley, etc., many temple priests came to support their work.
After all, in this policy, the Regent Queen personally promised to support the church of Mother Earth and add more temples within the territory of the kingdom.
Of course, the price paid by the church is to provide the kingdom with a large amount of food at the lowest price.
However, the Mokou Town territory, which she was responsible for, seemed to be under the extra care of the Mother Earth God, and the number of clergymen obtained was twice as many as that in other areas, and even supported a large amount of food for free.
Although the series of disasters in the Kingdom of Cormier brought countless pains and devastations, it was precisely because of these disasters that brought this forest kingdom to life.
Disaster is like a farmer burning the remaining crops on the harvested farmland, and the ashes of straw that are transformed into flames will nourish the land.
And the people of the Kingdom of Cormier have "burned" all the memories they are unwilling to continue carrying, allowing the burning flames to nourish their souls and welcome a new future.
Just like today's weather, the sun is shining and the climate is pleasant.
Kalena rides leisurely on the country road in Mokou Town.
She rode her horse past the last fence and came to the rolling green fields under the breeze. On this path full of winter wheat and lettuce, the cultivated land stretched out in all directions wherever she looked.
A carriage full of cargo from the opposite direction passed by her, and a ox unloading his yoke was drooping his head in sorrow, looking at the mud and feces on the ground.
Although Kalena's horse speed was very slow, the houses in Jinshu Village, which already had a small town scale, gradually disappeared from sight.
Soon, she walked through a country path with flat terrain and planted crops to a small hill with forests.
She let the cold winter breeze blow across her slightly pale cheeks and overlook the beautiful scenery of the villages and towns under the hillside.
Feeling the tranquility and tranquility here, Kalena almost forgot her real purpose in coming here.
In the temple area of ​​Mokou Town, Brian helped her build a monastery of Mother Earth.
This was the promise he gave to himself when she decided to do her best to help Mokou Town.
Now, she thought it was time for him to fulfill his second promise, which was to help her build the second temple of the Earth Mother God in the wilderness of Mokou Town.
Brian once told her that in addition to worshipping the Mother Earth God, the monastery in the town can be regarded as a temple mainly for teaching gardening, herbalism, plant classification, disease management, and farming skills.
And these clergy, or civilians who have returned from the monastery, can go to temples built in the wilderness for on-site training.
After all, in the church of Mother Earth, the era of the druids has passed.
Although the druids still have their value in the wilderness, what the rising nations need is a belief controlled, organized, and professionalized by more reasonable and rational clergy.
The method taught to her by Brian could allow the church to continuously cultivate a large number of clergy in the town, and then distribute them to the wilderness to serve the teachings of Mother Earth.
Therefore, the purpose of her inspection of the territory today was to find a suitable location to build a temple in the wilderness.
The reason why Brian so readily agreed to her request and invested in helping her build a temple was entirely due to Kalena's help, convinced her prime minister's father, Ferfarier, to compromise with the royal reform.
As a pastor, although she had never received any oracles or prophecies from Mother Earth, she could clearly foresee that when Cormier's regent queen, like an ignorant girl who was blinded by love, obeyed Brian's words, it meant that the times were about to change.
Anyone who cannot keep up with the trend of the times will eventually be completely eliminated, just like a wave of death on the beach.
Thinking of this, Kalena couldn't help but sigh a little melancholy.
She began to feel a little grateful for a choice she made without hesitation.
Once, her prime minister's father forced her to marry Prince Selante.
What is Prince Selante?
She naturally firmly disagreed, so in order to escape the wedding banquet, she decisively dedicated her faith and future to Mother Earth, which saved her from this forced marriage.
Unfortunately, another thing made her regret every time she recalled it.
She was too lazy to think about it any more, and came to her senses and began to seriously think about where she was and build the second temple of Mother Earth.
In order to find a suitable location, she went to five villages and towns within Mokou Town, and finally regarded Jinshu Village, which had the widest arable land area, as her goal.
But the specific location she should be in was a little worried. Theoretically, she naturally needed to find a place with flat terrain and fertile soil, and to establish a monastery with experimental and research properties.
After all, this is a temple, representing the earthly god Shangthia, and her goal is to make the temple surpass the largest and oldest known golden pastoral country, the Harvest Mansion and the Golden Wheat Monastery in the future.
But she instinctively believed that she should choose a place with difficult cultivation or complex terrain, so that it could be managed slowly and gradually improved into a land suitable for cultivation or horticulture.
The cool breeze blew by, Kalena lifted off her hood, shook her head, and let her long hair, which was like a waterfall, drifted in the breeze and bright sunshine.
Just when the female pastor was so distressed that she didn't know how to make a decision, a blurred figure appeared in her sight.
The figure was on the rocky mountain far away from him, bent over him as if planting something.
What a joke, it's all stones there, so what plants can be planted?
Kalena's expression moved, and she was curious and drove her over.
This is an elderly woman with dark skin, strong and grey hair.
The territory of Mokou Town was once a rocky wasteland. Since the Yinhun City descended to the main material world and forced to melt to the high glaciers, the climate here gradually evolved into a warm and humid place with plenty of rain.
The evolution of nearly a century has made this territory a place dominated by forests and shrubs, but this does not mean that the traces of the past will be wiped out completely.
This is the hill where Kalena is standing at this moment. It is almost impossible to see grass growing from the cracks in the rocks in a large exposed rock area.
"Old lady, what are you growing here?" she turned over and dismounted and asked politely.
The old woman was wearing simple clothes and squatting on the dry stone ground. Her withered hands trembled and scraped the dust on the surface of the rock, and spread it onto the ground, as if burying something.
"I'm planting a grass." The old woman answered seriously, and her voice seemed to contain a kind of vicissitudes of wisdom generated by life experience. She gently buried an unknown seed and sighed quietly with a gentle and old voice:
"Born as a secluded grass, when it is lush and sways green, even a small grass can grow into a green field. The seeds break through the soil, the young birds break through the shell, and the spring silkworm turns into cocoons and butterflies. Success always walks on the rough road. This seed may be what is called: hope and the future."
After the old woman said this, she disappeared out of thin air, as if she had never appeared.
There are only the buried seeds, as if telling the female priest the traces she has left.
Little by little divine brilliance emerged.
The priest of Mother Earth's Goddess widened his eyes in surprise and saw the seeds buried in the ground, sprouting at lightning speed, growing, blooming, and producing seeds...
It drifted around with the wind until the entire rock wasteland, dyeing this striking rock wasteland into a vast and boundless turquoise grassland at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Moo!..."
The fragrance of grass permeates the air, and a long and distant call comes.
A group of bison appeared from the forest in the distance, came to the stone mountain in groups, and lowered their heads to enjoy the green grass.
At this moment, Kalena, who was holding the reins, was in a mess in the wind. She stared blankly at the miracle in front of her, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
She naturally understood what this meant.
As a priest of the Earth Mother Goddess who is not as famous as his appearance and background in the Kingdom of Cormier, he has received guidance from the Mother Goddess.
The strong wind blew, causing waves on the green grass. The bison, which was bowing its head and eating the tender grass leaves, raised its head and looked at the blue sky.
Facing the bright sunshine, the female priest saw four floating boats that were dozens of meters long floating in the air, with full magic sails rising up under the blow of the wind and slowly moving towards Mokou Town.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Is it the sky ship of Halua?" Kalena raised her head, gently lifted the ends of the breeze's hair, and recognized the origin of the floating ship.
According to the information obtained from the Moon Elf Mage Ru Yin, she suddenly realized that the entire Mokou Town was about to welcome the joining of a large number of spell casters.
That's exactly what's true.
When four floating ships from Halua appeared above the territory of Mokou Town, the residents of the entire town looked up at the scene in front of them.
Although the territory of Mokou Town is close to the Enoak Desert where the ancient Neseril Empire once lived, they often hear legends about floating cities, and even experienced adventurers have witnessed the salvaged floating city Sakros and the ghost city Sultanza, which is docked in the shadow sea.
But when most people were still shocked when they saw four floating boats covering the sun appearing over Mokou Town and landing towards the territory at a slow speed.
As the southernmost magical kingdom of Halua, most people still have the impression of them in a mysterious kingdom established by conservative and exclusive casters.
There are even rumors that in their territory, even the wild fruits produced on the trees are filled with a strong magical aura.
But since the end of the "Ofa Catastrophe", the Harua people who made the world think they had already perished in the magical plague of disasters returned to their territory by driving a floating ship.
They began to become less xenophobic and conservative, and even took the initiative to establish diplomacy and trade with other neighbors.
Their floating merchant ships gradually appeared before the world as time passed.
However, for the world, the traces of floating ships are limited to coastal areas such as the Great Rift Valley of the Southern Kings, Charia, Dambres and the Chult Jungle.
In kingdoms like Cormier, which are located in the central region of the continent, naturally, they cannot see traces of floating ships.
At this moment, they really appeared in their sight, making them run towards the landing place of the floating boat with incredible mood, wanting to get a glimpse of the truth.
In just a moment, in the orderly Mokou Town, you can see the surging crowds of people running in the same direction on various streets.
This trend makes a group of ignorant people hiding in the room or in the tavern walk out of the house curiously and follow the crowd with the mentality of joining in the fun.
When most people saw a large square located on the left side of the arena, with simple magical fences even set up around them, they realized that the lord had built two months ago without any effect from beginning to end, and strictly prohibited people from approaching, which was actually used to dock floating ships.
The four floating ships put away their magic sails and landed on the platform at a slow speed. If you look closely, you will find that each platform uses magic circuits and crystal nodes to engrave an obscure magic array, which just fits perfectly with the support where the floating ship lands.
A group of people mainly composed of scholars' clothing and wizard robes, including elderly people, children, women and other kinds of people. They carried large bags and small bags, held thick books and scrolls in their arms, and went down from the hanging ladder that was put down from the floating boat.
This doesn’t look like a war travel at all, but more like a family with a family and the whole people are relocating here.
In just a moment, a group of mages with nearly a thousand people gathered in the square and presented themselves to the sight of the onlookers.
"There are so many mages!" A more knowledgeable adventurer looked at the number of stars marked on the emblems on the chests of some mages in the lead, and couldn't help but exclaim:
"Oh my God, there are at least a dozen fourth-level spellcasters, and there are nearly a hundred third-level spellcasters. The leader is actually the elder of the Supreme Council of Halua, and his strength is probably at least a medium-level legend."
"What are they doing?" said another adventurer. "Is this planning to attack Mokou Town?"
Soon, these spellcasters from Harua used their actions to give the crowd a shocking answer.
They all saw that the mage lord who was rarely seen in Mokou Town, Cormier's Duke of the National Guard, was finally willing to walk out of his tower.
Accompanied by the noble and beautiful duchess of Arabia, he led the Interior Officer Ogruel, the acting lord Balres, the army commander Salou and other core personnel to welcome the arrival of the mage group.
Immediately afterwards, a scene that almost popped up the eyes of the melon-eating crowd happened.
They saw that in the mage group, a middle-aged mage leader whose strength was at least in the legendary realm, was guessed by other insightful adventurers, slowly walked to the lord of Mokou Town with more than a dozen apprentices.
Then, the legendary spellcaster and the apprentices behind him all imitated the etiquette of the war mage in the Kingdom of Cormier, stroked his chest with one hand, and looked solemnly at their Lord, and bent down deeply.
At this moment, the melon-eating crowds in Mokou Town were in a panic!
In this Kingdom of Cormier, where the purple dragon flag is flying, no one does not know what this etiquette similar to a war mage represents.
This is a pledge of allegiance and a slander!
A member of the Supreme Elders of Halua, an elder whose strength is at least as strong as the middle legendary realm, actually took his wizard group to show allegiance to Cormier's Duke's Protector.
What exactly does this mean?
For a moment, various versions of rumors were like a large group of doves locked in a bird cage. The moment the cage door was opened, the sky was filled with flying white doves and flying feathers.
As the wizard lords of Mokou Town led this group of mages from Harua disappeared from the crowd's sight, the crowd's boiling had no intention of stopping at all. Instead, as the news spread, it became more and more intense.
Through the spread of the news, most people learned that their lord was a wizard from the Kingdom of Halua, so it would be easy for the wizards of the Kingdom of Magic to be loyal to their lords.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Some people who are thinking about it claim: This scene looks very familiar and even remembers it fresh.
When their lord occupied Mokou Town for the first time, in order to resist the counterattack of Yinhun City, a Purple Dragon Knights and War Mage from Arab City swore allegiance to their lord.
What is the result?
A man with a rather obscene look immediately smiled and said, "What else can I do? This loyalty will be directly made the Duchess of Arab City pay herself up."
Since the end of the Dragon Crazy Rebellion, this female lord has been living in the Mage Tower in Mokou Town, assisting their lords in managing territorial affairs and resisting foreign enemies, as if: I am the hostess, you must obey my orders.
(Note: Since the female lords in Arab City are permanently resident in the Mage Tower, various taverns in Mokou Town have begun to spread rumors, claiming that their Mage lords must have conquered the Duke through various strange spells, such as local giant magic, local accrection technique, tentacle assimilation technique, ice and fire greasy technique, etc.)
After hearing this rumor, the discussion of the style of the Halua Mage Corps suddenly turned into a topic that the people who liked to discuss and liked the most.
For example, some people who came to Mokou Town from Susar Imperial City immediately agreed.
Because someone witnessed it with his own eyes that when the Orc War was over and the banquet was held, the Regent Queen of Cormier saw their Lord and threw herself into his arms excitedly.
Afterwards, someone saw the two sneak out together and take a walk in many places such as parks, woods and warehouses.
It must be the personal charm of their lord who conquered the Iron Regent and was eventually crowned as the Duke of the Protector of Cormier and had the right to mobilize any army in the Kingdom.
Let me ask, would these things happen if it weren't for their Lord Lord who conquered the Regent Queen through fancy spells and personal charm?
Although there is a sudden change in the style of the Halua Mage Group, there is still a group of quite rational people who infer through the emergence of the Mage Group that their lord may have planned to successfully raise a floating city in Mokou Town with the help of the power of these mages.
In this regard, everyone agrees with this statement, indicating that with the current strength of their Lord Lord, he may have become a great arcane master comparable to the ancient Naserir Empire.
Are you familiar with the great arcane and the floating city? Isn’t this standard in the Naserel era?
Otherwise, why would these mages from Harua bow down to him?
Because their lords wanted to control the floating city, lead the group of the remnants of the Naseril Empire of the Kingdom of Halua, reconquering the Enoak Desert, and recasting the glory of the Arcane Empire!
No matter how many versions of the rumors outside have changed, some people who are interested have realized that the arrival of the Harua Mage Group has made the power of Mokou Town stronger!
No one can ignore the power of a spellcaster. If so, what about ten, hundreds, and thousands?
Not to mention that the one who came here was one of the twelve elders of the Supreme Council of Halua, who had his own territory, wizard towers, floating ships, and a large group of mages.
This made a few people realize that the Kingdom of Cormier might really be reshuffled. Some people even speculated that Cormier's Duke of Protecting the Kingdom of Cormier was planning to solve the huge threat of the Yinhun City once and for all.
Chapter completed!