All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

"Tell me briefly about the surrounding situation."

Lu Yun stood condescendingly in front of Batulu.

【Zhongtian Ziwei】The effect of destiny, he will not have the problem of language barrier with the orcs.

The burly orc Baturu's kneeling height is almost the same as Lu Yun's standing figure.

To this.

Baturu lowered his head a little deeper.

His eyes were fixed on the ground, and sweat continued to fall from his forehead, soaking the ground.

"My dear King of the Gods, there is no living creature alive for thousands of miles around."

"Further away, there are monsters who have lost their minds and behave in a stereotyped and repetitive manner."

The abnormality in Batulu's dull voice was obvious.

"Look up, how did your tribe survive when the mist came in?"

Lu Yun's voice seemed even more distant.

The sound did not dissipate quickly, but lingered in the air.

It seems that all the resonance is compressed in this limited space.

This distant feeling gives people a strange sense of dislocation, as if the sound comes from a distant place, but is very close at the same time.

Hear this.

Batulu is even more convinced.

The god in front of me is a real god who has survived through disasters.

Except for actual gods.

Who could have known that this monstrous mist disaster came from outside.

"Our wilderness tribe can survive in the desert, thanks to the blessing of the tribal totem."

The orc leader Batulu just finished speaking.

The old orc priest behind him ran back to the underground cave very sensibly and respectfully asked for a stone pillar.

"Your Majesty the King of Gods, please take a look."

"This is the totem stone pillar that allowed the wilderness tribe to survive the catastrophe."

Lu Yun looked over.

The texture of the stone column surface is full of traces of time, and it seems that it has experienced countless wind and rain.

The stone pillars have a gray-black surface.

The mottled lines are like the vicissitudes of time, showing a deep and ancient atmosphere.

Lu Yun's fortune-seeking eyes looked over again.

Scenes from the past appeared.

During the mist disaster.

An overwhelming fog emerged.

The stone pillars exude a dense divine light, and the light of faith protects the vicinity of the underground stone cave.

The range of the orc tribe further away.

When the black mist emerged, the life and longevity of the burly orcs were sucked out.

Turned into a mummy and buried in the sand.

As time goes by.

The light of the totem pillar became increasingly dim, until recently it lost its ability to protect.

Lu Yun gently closed his Dharma Eyes, thinking about who belonged to the orc tribe in front of him.

He made a decision in his mind.

"I beg your Majesty, the God King, to take in the Wasteland Tribe."

Batulu kowtowed heavily again.

No matter which god is in front of him, as long as he can find a blessing for the orc tribe again.

All costs are worth it.

The performance of the old orc priest undoubtedly confirmed that Lu Yun was not an evil god.

"Call me from now on, Lord Lord."

"Baturu, meet the lord."

A ferocious smile appeared on Batulu's mouth.

God is finally willing to accept them orcs.

Tens of thousands of orcs in the wasteland tribe followed the leader and kowtowed excitedly.

The little orc who didn't understand why was pressed and kowtowed by the old orc.

Children are ignorant.

The old orc knew better.

With God's blessing.

Their tribe's chances of surviving in the fog were even greater.

…

Hundreds of plane gates appeared one after another.

Ge Erdan led the sergeants of the Demon-Conquering Army, carrying bags of coarse grains and throwing them into the black desert.

Hundreds of sergeants held portable rune headlamps, shining straight on the grain piles.

Give direction to the orc warriors.

distance.

Teams of orc cavalry carefully carried their rations.

Batulu's awe deepened when he saw the groups of demon-suppressing troops full of vitality.

The Western Continent before the Catastrophe.

Even the imperial royal knights do not have the resources to practice martial arts for everyone.

Lu Yun specifically ordered Bai Gui.

Urgently purchase some ordinary food from the [Plane Trading Hall] and then send a batch over.

It definitely does not contain practice resources.

Lu Yun planned to accept 30,000 cheap labor, rather than be fully responsible for the cultivation of the wasteland tribe.

The Lingmi and Shirou people in the Tiangong territory are not enough.

at this stage.

He only provides rough rations to keep the orcs starving.

Some of the extra well water can be sent over.

Give the wasteland tribe a little sweetness.

"Delicious, um, so fragrant."

"too delicious."

"I haven't had enough food in a long time."

Hundreds of orc children sat together, devouring the spiritual rice sent from the Tiangong territory.

"Orcs will never be slaves?"

"Unless food and accommodation are included?"

Ge Erdan and the sergeant next to him joked softly.

The four elves working in the civilized library are proficient in various ethnic languages.

Ge Erdan studied some things when he was fine.

Of course, it's human language now.

He was not worried that the few orc warriors next to him would be able to understand the joke.

Orc children surround the elderly orc in the center.

First, he thanked Lu Yun who was standing in the distance.

Then drink the clear well water.

[Mana +2]

"A precious resource that can increase mana."

"As expected of a true god."

The old orc immediately regarded the well water in the cup as a treasure and carefully fed it to his children.

…

Inside the desert crypt.

"Miss Fiona."

"Is the lord going to open a mine near here?"

"If you need any cooperation from the Wasteland Tribe, just give me your instructions."

Batulu said in an almost flattering manner.

The female elf in front of her, who is no more than 160 centimeters tall, is the territorial envoy responsible for handing over to the wasteland orc tribe.

Even though he looks sickly.

But Batulu could clearly feel the abundant strength and strong muscle lines in Fiona's frail body.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhang San from the workshop will come over."

"The orcs in your tribe remember to restrain their aura."

"Lord Zhang San has never practiced martial arts."

"If he bumps into it accidentally..."

"It's hard to tell if the 30,000 orcs of the Wasteland Tribe lost their lives."

Fiona sits at the conference table.

Accidentally.

With her slender hands, she crushed a polished stone orc tool.

Batulu's eyes jumped wildly when he saw it.

"I've been a little stronger lately, sorry."

Fiona smiled apologetically.

Batulu expressed his understanding again and again, and ordered some elven jewelry that he had collected before to be carefully sent over.

In front of the door.

Baturu slapped his head.

Wrapping up the jewelry sent by his subordinates, he also selected a few weapons collected by the orcs and sent them over together.

Do what you like.

As soon as Batulu left, Huaan led a group of treasure appraiser apprentices into the orc treasure house to conduct professional treasure appraisal.

The depressed old man Wang wanted to play his role along with him.

Lu Yun was afraid that the opponent's talent would have a counterproductive effect.

So he didn't let Mr. Wang follow him.

Batulu, who had been waiting for a long time, saw a young man with an oriental face walking into the crypt.

Fiona quickly stood up and carefully escorted ordinary person Zhang San forward.

Ge Erdan stood nearby, watching the Beastman King warily.

Zhang San was wearing a neat white coat, not stained by a trace of dust.

Baturu couldn't help but take a peek.

very familiar.

Zhang San's eyes revealed the desire for knowledge, which he had seen in people in the magician profession.

"The person in charge of the workshop, Zhang San."

"Others will come over later to take over. I will be responsible for the exploration and testing of the initial mineral vein."

Zhang Sanbai took some time out of his busy schedule.

I want to see if the mineral veins underground in the orc tribe can have an effect on the compatibility of runes and the improvement of steam engines.

Thirty thousand orc tribe.

The wilderness tribe has a young and strong labor force of more than 20,000 people, which is very suitable for mining in mines.

also.

Lu Yun felt that he needed someone with a position of some importance to come over and appease the orc tribe.

He is not afraid of accidents either.

If Zhang San accidentally appeared in the [Underworld Territory], Lu Yun would not mind pacifying the wasteland tribe directly.

The messengers are not well protected.

He doesn't mind letting the orcs understand in hell that death is Lu Yun's true manifestation of divine authority.