Alien world

Chapter 177 31. What you cherish

Saint Laurent Calendar January 999, 1 - Federal Assembly of the Holy Man
Hundreds of human monarchs gathered in the hall.These kings and monarchs wearing crowns, wearing gold veils, and holding scepters are red-faced and arguing, making the sacred human temple like a market.

"quiet……"

"My country is flooding..."

"Tsunami flooded my islands and harbor! And ships!"

"The Ratman thing...not good, I will expel the Ratman thing...everyone..., the Ratman thing, die! Die!"

"How did a Ratman get in here?"

"quiet!"

"The gods no longer respond to us..."

"Our warriors are no match for the skaven's corruption."

"You bastard of the Ronces family, if you put a vampire in again, I'll crush your balls!"

clang - clang - clang -

The reverberating bell interrupted the discussion of the phantom figures, and they focused on the thirteen thrones in the center of the circular hall, which were either made of dry bones, or made of materials such as gold, wood, iron ore, and mud, and the outlines on them.

However, the mud position is vacant, and Wang Ying is not in the position.

A loud voice echoed in the hall:
"The turmoil is coming, and the gods avoid it. We, the thirteen supreme kings, proposed that the human race implement the alien race order."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"Let them roll back to their own territory!"

"No! There are one-third dwarves and one-third orcs in my country!"

"Isn't there still a third of the people left?"

"One-third of the remaining one-third are vampires, and one-third are ratmen."

"heresy!"

The few who resisted were submerged in the secondment, and a decree sweeping across the human kingdom was like a snowstorm, imminent.

……

Xingyue Bay is facing a snow tide in the physical sense.

The new dawn turned the terrifying cloud and mist covering the entire north on the snow mountain into a beautiful light golden color, and the thick fog covering the snow mountain was lower than a few minutes ago.

The shedding of snow accumulated for tens of thousands of years is inevitable. Olmedo sent a mage to Linhai to investigate, and Annan had to make a choice during this period: send all the citizens to Breeze City for refuge or to resist?
The snow tide should die in the forest sea, but if the vast forest sea cannot stop it, under the snow tide, there is no difference between a forest and a town.

The lords were in a state of gloom, and their solution was to ask for the walls to be built.

When all the citizens spontaneously gathered outside the log house, waiting anxiously and expecting Annan's order, he suddenly realized that this is the territory of his own interest, but the new home of these people who have lost their homes, where they will live, grow old, sick and die, Where they will thrive, where they will fight.

Annan felt that the apocalypse forecast was wrong, and this scene was an important node to change him.

"Eli Gravel."

Annan called out the half-dwarves who were submerged in the crowd: "How much cement do we have?"

"About... tens of thousands of pounds."

This is still using the production capacity brought by the blacksmith shop in Breeze City, but it is not enough to erect a city wall against the snow tide.

"How long and wide can we build a wall from west to east before the snow tide comes?"

Ely Broken Stone's answer is that a wall that is one meter wide will not be more than one meter - Soluman Bronzebeard can easily climb over it.

Under the eager gaze of the citizens, Annan looked at Francois: "You lead all the male citizens to mine limestone."

"Okay, my lord!"

Francois led the cheering citizens to set off.

"Eli Crushed Stone, you make cement with craftsmen and women leaders."

The half-dwarves took the remaining lords away.

The site of the city wall is located on the edge of the bay, and the glacial river outside can be used as a ditch to block the wood carried by the snow tide.But first the river needs to be melted.

No one was idle, the knights of Blom and the captain of the personal guard were also requisitioned, and even Annan rushed to the quarry to strike the limestone with an iron pick.The result of this is that everyone is working hard.

Annan’s harvest from his treatment of the people was also revealed at this moment: Those new people who had just come to Xingyue Bay and hadn’t had enough to eat for a few days, were weak and malnourished soon exhausted, while the previous batch of people were waving enthusiastically. The iron pickaxe and the crushed ore were continuously returned to Xingyue Bay by the horses of the knights.

He took off his cotton-padded clothes when he sweated, and continued to work in the cold winter with hot mist.

Annan was also working, extravagantly using meditation potions to recover his magic power, and finally accumulated a low-level summoning technique.

Dragging the pickaxe to the edge amidst the respect of the people, Annan released the spell.

Olmedo, who appeared on the other side of the portal, said directly: "The arrival of the snow tide is inevitable, and it should arrive in three to five days."

"It's too late." Annan wiped the frost on his eyelashes that blurred his vision, "The people and I have already started building the city wall."

A gratified smile floated on Olmedo's cheek.It may be correct to temporarily avoid the edge, but when the mentality of avoiding is formed, you will think of running away when you encounter a crisis.

"Are you working too?"

While talking, Olmedo saw that Annan was holding an iron pick, and his black hair was steaming under the soft winter sun.As a new town, a snowstorm of this scale is indeed like a catastrophe.

"Michael always says I'm thin and weak, I don't have a muscle, I don't look like a spellcaster, and I don't think it's healthy either."

Her tone became gentler again: "Do you need my help?"

"Need." Annan, who didn't know how to be polite, said: "Xingyue Bay is underpopulated, and there is no time to build the city wall before the snowstorm. I need workers, thousands of workers."

"After an hour, open the teleportation array."

Annan estimated that the recovery of magic power should be possible according to the speed at which he poured the potion.Barely can...

Financial resources can support, but the stomach can not.

"Will Breeze City be in danger?"

"The walls of Breeze City can't even push the rat tide."

Annan quite agrees, that legendary sorcerer with a fiery temper and a small mind can melt this snow wave with just anger.

The cold wind that poured into the study made Olmedo's hair flutter: "There is also bad news. The team that delivered the supplies has lost contact. They are in danger, and the 'New Year's gift' you sent to the fortress has also been wasted."

"Then next time. Is this disaster fortress okay?"

"Don't worry, the Snow Mountain Fortress has assembled the most elite fighters and the strongest walls of all races, and it will never fall."

Annan looked at the snow mountain vigilantly—the mist raised by the snow tide still shrouded the snow mountain, and he couldn't see anything. "The mage's tower that said that last time has fallen..."

"That's just a magical image, isn't it?"

Olmedo wondered why Annan became pessimistic, because of the phrase "never sink"?At the end when the portal was about to dissipate, she suddenly said seriously: "If you survive this crisis, you will gain the foundation of a territory."

"what?"

"The loyalty of your people."

(End of this chapter)