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

In the second year after the collapse of the Conqueror Order, the whole land ushered in a new curse - the name of the curse was the Blasphemer.

The lords of the earth were not cowardly, and the knights of war were never timid.

But when they rode their war horses and looked at the mountain of graves and corpses in the distance, they stopped for a long time and did not move forward.

Even the resolute commander Makor could not speak.

In this silent, terrified and oppressive atmosphere, the earth trembled slightly, and the strong light in the sky dimmed.

A flag gradually emerged from the ridgeline, getting higher and longer.

The flag bearer waved it.

It was the emblem of the thorn iron ring!

More valley warriors emerged from both sides, marching in neat steps, spreading like a tide.

They were in neat square formations, lightly dressed, and not wearing armor. Only a few knights of war followed them. They wore silver-white armor, which reflected the sunlight and emitted bright moonlight, pure and noble.

In the front row, however, were the ‘Black Irons’ lined up like a city wall, taking away all the glory present.

Literally taking away all the glory.

They stood on the ground, wearing heavy armor, absorbing all the light in the world, even the Silver Moon Armor was dim at this moment.

“Ionus…”

I don’t know who started it, but the Black Irons all started singing in unison.

“The King of Black Iron has left, but the poems are still sung for him.

“His heroic figure illuminates the sky, and the endless stars are shining.

"Once I went on an expedition to the underworld, where do I sleep now?

"Life dissolves, soul annihilates, will wanders..."

It was a elegy.

Performed by the Black Irons, it was extremely sad.

But in stark contrast, their momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

The legendary black metal, forged with secret methods, was acknowledged by all the knights in battle to be the most comprehensive, balanced, and longest-lasting armor in the entire land.

The black metal could absorb external energy, feed back to the wearer, and continue the combat state.

It could also enhance the latter's defense, speed, and attack.

So, the light of the blazing sun in the sky fell into this wilderness, and a large amount of sunlight was absorbed by their armor. Collect.

The brightness of that space has obviously dropped!

The strongest army and the foundation of the country that followed Ionus in the past have completely shown their edge in this battle!

Makor's face was rough and rocky, and there were turbulent waves in his heart.

But Black Iron rarely performs at its peak, and there was no such performance in the Tianma Plain.

He was also on the battlefield at that time, leading the Jingtao Knights to attack and kill in the periphery. The situation was chaotic at that time. I still remember that day when the autumn wind was killing and the sky was covered with dark clouds...

Dark clouds...

Makor looked up at the sky with an ugly face. The sun was dazzling and scary. His deep eyes suddenly shrank and violent waves appeared!

"Sun!" The Son of the Angry Tide cursed.

His face was hideous, some of the rough skin on his face fell off, and his seaweed-like hair was like a sea monster, and he issued an order.

"Fight!! "

More than ten minutes later.

The two armies met.

Black Iron strode forward, holding a heavy and wide black iron heavy sword.

Wherever they passed, the space dimmed and the temperature dropped, as if the cold god of death had descended, killing everyone and destroying everything. It completely reproduced the glorious style when they followed Ionus more than a hundred years ago.

The front troops of Makor immediately met with ruthless slaughter.

This was also the beginning of the great defeat.

But Black Iron was not the decisive factor in this battle.

Although Black Iron was very strong, they had to face high-defense units wearing cloth armor, leather armor, and chain mail, which was a difficult task. The physical fitness of this unit does not need to be very high, as long as they can walk on the road wearing dozens of kilograms of armor, they are qualified.

Black Iron can kill high-defense mortal units with a swing of the sword, but it takes strength to cut through cloth armor and split mail. It is not enough to supplement with external energy, the endurance is not that fast, and it will soon be insufficient.

The heavy armor will give them a strong sense of security. As long as 20 or 30 such high-defense units rush together, all kinds of burdens and drags will be enough to make it difficult for Black Iron to move.

Once the physical strength is exhausted, it will be the end of death.

But After the last defeat... most people have a natural fear of the Valley Army - they have been traumatized by the defeat.

A single blow to the entire army, a crushing defeat!

Makor's eyes were filled with sinister intent, and he realized that the situation was over again.

Last time he lost for no apparent reason, and he was kicked out before he could even use 80% of his strength, but this time he lost for sure.

First of all, it was a morale issue.

Secondly, they were traveling under the scorching sun, and their condition was extremely poor.

When the army was walking on the Black Iron Road and saw the piles of corpses and graves, most of the courage of everyone had been reduced by half. Even the encouragement of the gods was useless - it was horrifying. The tragedy that was heard was right in front of them. Who knows if the gods can take back their souls from the clutches of the blasphemer.

The enemy turned pale in front of the mountain of corpses, and their morale dropped to the freezing point.

The valley army deployed by Roman nearby had nothing to fear.

Because the graves were built by their own hands, the previous enemies had turned into bones in the clay, and the later enemies would be buried here again.

…

Roman looked at the long list of supplies in his hand with an irritated face, and almost cursed.

This is the second time this year!

Damn, it’s just a rip-off!

I can’t kill them and I can’t get rid of them. It’s disgusting!

He had to prepare a lot of supplies, and it was very troublesome to mobilize personnel alone - there was no way, war was full of risks, and all accidents had to be considered - the worst case scenario was that the Valley Army and the Black Iron Alliance fought head-on, and the pirates and the dragons attacked him from behind.

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What did he do wrong? Fighting against the sky, the earth, and people, while also guarding against the dragons in the sky?

I really don't want to waste precious time and energy on such a meaningless war!

I really just want to grow crops, mine and smelt, cultivate talents, build houses, dig ditches and canals, and irrigate farmland.

The land is so dry, and they don't want to irrigate the land but still think about fighting?

Are these bastards human?

Roman scratched his hair anxiously, thinking about this problem in his mind.

Shasta rarely saw him like this, and she knew it was caused by poor rest. He came to him for everything, and preparing for war made him even more anxious.

In the past, he was always confident of victory and wise and brave, but now he is so angry that he wants to kill people to vent his anger. However, as a lord, he cannot act on emotion. He must set an example and make those idiots feel at ease.

He can only control his emotions, even if he can't!

But it's really wronged!

The pressure from all sides is about to destroy him. Who can help him and save him, even if it's just a little help, Lady Isabella, I beg you. The attendant thought. Why can't she do anything.

"Your Highness?" The servant brought someone to see him again.

The visitor was covered in dust, his lips were chapped, his skin was dark, and his body was covered in stinky sweat.

"What's wrong again!" He was exhausted. The deep eye sockets were blue and black, his face was heavy and depressed, his eyes were like two wounds, and they were as red as the poisonous light of the sun.

"The gate of ice and fire has been drilled through." The construction team leader hurriedly told the good news.

Roman was startled, and his frown relaxed for a moment. "Thank you for your hard work." He said.

"We are not tired at all."

"Shut up! Whatever I say is what it is!"

Roman stood up and paced back and forth in the hall, secretly making up his mind.

This means that a major project has been completed and the next plan can be promoted, half a year ahead of schedule.

He invested more than a thousand workers in that pass, and now he can get most of them back.

He has to thank Felicia for this. Although they have left, he vowed to repay the sisters. He has always been clear about gratitude and resentment.

The excess labor also has a future destination at this moment, digging ditches, building water wheels, and well, it is necessary to ensure the absolute safety of the logistics granary.

The external environment is extremely bad now. This is the most difficult and uncomfortable period since he became a lord.

Roman can't feel any happiness in this arduous struggle.

He doesn't have such a lofty realm of life.

He just wants to experience the feeling of standing in the sky and strengthening the earth.

External factors cannot be changed, and the only thing that can be changed is oneself-but there is no need to change! His path has never changed from beginning to end!

The only choice is to be firm and move forward according to the predetermined plan, so as not to betray yourself!

Since you are born here, it is natural to bear more pressure if you want to change the world.

This is a helpless move, and it is also self-inflicted.

Who made him refuse to bow his head. If he had gone along with the crowd earlier, he would not have been suppressed by all parties now. With his amazing wisdom, he would have been very successful.

But he is just walking on stilts, and he despises everyone equally.

But he is self-proclaimed noble and can't kneel down.

It's just one mine against ten mines!

Let you see what destiny means!

Everything that can't kill him will eventually make him stronger!