If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Roman is a genius in the field of magic. He is a whirlwind in the field of spells.

He quickly mastered all the basic spells and turned to study the more advanced Silver Moon system.

He only practiced spells in the cool nights and handled government affairs in the hot days. He maintained two hours of sleep every day, and his life was extremely intense, but he also achieved remarkable results. And behind this achievement is the consumption of extraordinary resources.

Roman would use the short sleep time to enter the [Battlefield Simulation] in his dreams, and take his apostle warriors to repeat the battlefields he had experienced before.

He would master new spells in that virtual battlefield every day, and his spellcasting skills would go from unfamiliar to familiar.

He knew what he was doing. He was the root of everything, the key to everything. He had to strengthen himself, transform himself into perfection and power, and then pass on the spells he mastered to his apostles. Like a mother beast feeding a cub, nourishing the soul of the apostle.

Only in this way can the valley have the power to resist the outside world.

But there are only so many resources in total, and he can't create resources out of thin air.

Zhu Yuanzhang had to work hard on farming for more than ten years before he could become emperor. The former had a solid foundation, while Roman only had a piece of undeveloped wilderness with scarce manpower and material resources. No matter how ambitious and diligent he was, he could not catch up with others' resource development for thousands of years.

Of course, Roman had accumulated some assets over the years for emergency use, and now he would use them when he needed them, without any need to save.

He negotiated with Tashina, hoping that Princess White Steel would offer her dowry, and he could exchange it with the resources of the Silver Moon Knight.

Tashina had two extraordinary arms, the White Knight and the Black Iron, which were the capital given to her by Iolion to point her sword at the earth.

But this does not mean that Tashina does not need the Silver Moon Knight.

The casting technology of the White Knight is almost impossible to copy, and it is difficult for future generations to reproduce it. Black Iron is even more difficult. The Io Dynasty at its peak had a strong foundation and collected taxes from the entire land, so it dared to start the smelting machine and throw all kinds of precious resources into it without spending any money.

She has no place and no people now. The extraordinary units she has are dying one by one, and they are all out of print. If she wants to replenish fresh blood, she can only cooperate with big forces.

Duke Oak is a good candidate, but the former's appeasement is contrary to her ambition, and Oak can't use the family's foundation to support her plan to restore the country.

In the end, Roman promised to forge fifty sets of Silver Moon armor for her within two years, in exchange for boxes of gem crystal mithril.

Felicia of the twins also left during this period.

If the pirates did not launch a counterattack in the first time, the probability of subsequent attacks would not be high - they would never let their hatred last overnight.

...

The summer of the sixth year.

Roman did not wait for the dragon flame, but waited for a rainless season.

The sun went crazy and burned the earth.

This should have been a season with abundant rain, but since the last rain in spring, there has been only sun exposure for sixty or seventy consecutive days without any rain.

The sky was suffocatingly hot, and the farmers' skin was tanned and cracked, the leaves curled up, and the lush vegetation could not withstand the hot weather.

The once turbulent Bro River was also tamed by the sun. It flowed gently in the river channel, and the runoff was decreasing day by day.

Margaret rarely talked to Roman. She said that this phenomenon was just the beginning, and various extreme climates would intensify in the future.

Drought would reduce grain production.

Origin City is located in a basin with many rivers. Fengrao City is also located next to the Bro River. Neither city can be said to be short of water. Roman reasonably distributes water and has strong grassroots organization. But he can't rely entirely on manpower to irrigate hundreds of thousands of acres of land.

In fact, he had already mobilized all the forces he could to recover the losses as much as possible.

But the lords of the earth did not realize the consequences of this disaster.

The Black Iron Land has been stable for a hundred years. With its strong foundation, even if the kings have been struggling for two years, this vast land has not been torn apart, and there is still food in the granary - at least the Io royal family still maintains its rule on the surface.

With the blessing of the gods' faith, the Black Iron national strength has been further improved, and the oppression of the lower classes has become more severe, and they don't care about people's livelihood at all.

The coalition forces that attacked the City of Plenty have regrouped two months after the defeat.

The princes are anxious, and the commander Makor is also impatient.

They need to end this war as soon as possible and send the main force of the Black Iron to the northern front to assist the knights of the Church and fight against the dragon pirates.

But the blasphemer is like a rock blocking the road, unable to be beaten or kicked away, giving everyone a strong sense of powerlessness.

No one dares not to take him seriously, let alone leave him alone.

The attitude of the Holy See and the Black Iron King is very clear. The blasphemer must be beaten to death with a stick... Even if he cannot be killed, he must be forced back to the Origin City in the river valley, and the City of Plenty must be turned into a scorched earth, and he must not have the ability to interfere with the outside world!

To ​​resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country!

The two supreme leaders of the divine power and the royal power coincided and decided to do so, and the Duke of Fury also supported it.

Now no one can retreat, even if they have experienced a disastrous defeat before, they can only bite the bullet and move forward at this moment.

In order to boost morale, the Holy See gave more support, and the princes also learned from the last lesson, regrouped more than 100,000 troops, and started a second mighty attack.

There were no clouds in the sky, and no wind, and everyone was listless. Sweat soaked the coat, dust rose, and the steam in the steamer stretched for more than ten miles, covering everyone's head, choking and depressing, suffocating.

Marching in the scorching sun, no one dared to look up, only to feel that everything was dazzling, the land was like a fire basin, they walked on the red-hot basin, their bare feet seemed to be melted, weak, the surrounding mixed smells were full of stench, any movement was unpleasant, and any color was dazzling.

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Even a simple breath seemed to burn the lungs, and the heat wave hit, only feeling dizzy.

The conscripted soldiers assembled by the masters were very prone to heatstroke. They were too weak, so people kept falling on the roadside and waking up. The priests accompanying the army claimed that they fell on the way to fight the devil, and the gods would accept their souls. Then they let those who suffered from heatstroke die on their own and never wake up again.

This was a victory for religious belief. Most marchers had no complaints, but only cursed the blasphemers in their hearts, and thought that no matter what the result was, they would end this hard journey as soon as possible and be led away by the gods as soon as possible.

The sun was blazing during the day, and the night was not much better, with gusts of hot wind - but they would rather march at night than be sunburned to death - so the marching time changed from day to night.

However, the harsh environment still forced them to only advance a little bit every day, which was also possible.

The coalition suffered a big loss last time, and they would not take risks this time.

This time, Makol planned to build a strong camp, fight a stupid battle, and advance step by step. It was logical to push the army directly into the interior of Fengrao City - Fengrao City had no walls or gates, but was a collection of villages. He planned to push through like this.

The summer march suffered heavy losses, and I don’t know how many people fell like bamboo poles, but Makol insisted on doing so.

The situation on his side was not good, and he expected that the situation on the blasphemer’s side was not much better.

The war knights had basic resistance to cold and heat, but not all of them were war knights.

The plate armor was hot and heavy when exposed to the sun, like canned food in a steamer. The combat effectiveness of the Valley Army was bound to be greatly damaged, and the sophisticated equipment would become ineffective.

At that time, the number of people would be an absolute advantage, and they would be invincible...

Until they marched to a place.

Everyone stopped in front of the "mountains" without any prior agreement.

After marching for several days, the army's eyes, which were numb and dull due to fatigue, showed other emotions, which were pure fear, and some people were even scared to death.

And the scene reflected in the depths of their pupils was a mountain of clay and corpses.

Swarms of flies, a large area, as dense as dark clouds, flying in the stinking environment, dirty bones exposed, clay collapsed, flesh and blood were eaten away, and skulls were embedded on the surface, and maggots crawled out of the empty eye sockets of the bones, staring blankly at the black iron road in front of them.

This is a horrific scene, and the culprit of this tragedy is none other than the blasphemer Roman.

When this incident spreads across the land, the world will realize the horrible true face of the ruler of this place.

Even a hundred years later, it can stop babies from crying, and become a terrifying legend that chills everyone to the bone and makes their hair stand on end...