Mage Lord: The Tech Tree is Skewed by Me

The Antolian people call the grassland on the west side of Fort Wilson the Nalati Grassland.

This is not the name given by Leon, but comes from the map provided by the moon elves.

There is a saying that although the maps provided by the Moon Elf clan are quite old, they are probably old maps that have long since expired.

But the spread of black fog does not mean a change in the geographical environment or even geographical location.

Since it is still a pasture covered with various types of vegetation, Leon, who claims to be the co-owner of the Antolian people and the ancestors of Agares, is naturally happy to accept this title passed down from thousands of years ago. .

In order for the Jimena family to control this vast pasture in their own hands, when the soldiers of Antolia finished resting and the five hundred Walrasian prisoners of war were reorganized, the fire of the eternal fire from the moon elves was After they were delivered one after another...

Antolia's army finally launched their first active attack since entering the abandoned land!

This was an extremely smooth march.

It feels a little incredible that we arrived in Leon smoothly.

Because due to the obscuration of the black fog, even if Antolia's soldiers had torches, their visibility was extremely low.

Narrow vision means danger.

Therefore, the speed of the Antorians' advance can be called a turtle speed.

Almost all Antolian soldiers were pushing their armored vehicles forward slowly, with a high degree of vigilance, guarding against possible sneak attacks from all directions.

However……

When the Antolian army, which was fully prepared for war, finally pushed their heavy armored vehicles and stepped into the Nalati Grassland under the cover of cavalry on both sides, there was not a single pig man in sight.

As the shadow manipulator began to roar, the grassland that had been shrouded in black mist for thousands of years finally appeared in front of every Antolian soldier as the black mist dissipated.

Perhaps... all the pigs here were affected by the full moon and have all died outside Fort Wilson?

Todd offered his opinion.

Although before this, Leon had made such speculations in his mind to some extent.

But war is never a trivial matter, and as a lord, Leon dare not gamble.

That's probably it...

Leon nodded, and then turned his gaze to the rows of houses not far away that could not be called neat.

Apparently, it was once home to the Pigs.

And this means that the pigs in the abandoned land not only have simple thinking abilities, but can even start building their own homes?

At this moment, an imperceptible look of solemnity flashed across Leon's face.

The pigmen who invaded Fort Wilson on the night of the full moon have been killed by the Antolians, but...the others?

Leon didn't think there would only be thousands of pigmen in the abandoned land.

In this case, will there be an endless stream of pigs?

This is a possibility that Leon has to consider.

Lord Marquis, it's all empty!

The Walrasian soldiers who rushed to the front had already kicked open the wooden door of a pig house, exposing everything in the house to Leon.

Um.

It was a very narrow wooden house with a pointed roof.

It's not even so much a wooden house as it looks a bit elevated. The actual size is equivalent to a large wardrobe, which can barely fit a pig man inside.

In front of the door of each pig house, there is usually a fluorescent grass hanging with a hemp rope, which can emit a faint yellow light in the dark night and the land filled with black mist.

Is this really a house?

Leon asked doubtfully.

But there was no room for disbelief.

Because the appearance of these buildings is actually no different from wooden houses, except that the size is a bit too small.

Pig houses are built next to each other, standing on this grassland covered with monkey tail grass, like a miniature village.

Sure enough, with human thinking, we still can't understand the purpose of the pigs building a large area of ​​such short wooden houses.

The fur covering their bodies makes it unnecessary for them to live in these houses!

Did we win the battle?

Todd looked back in confusion.

There was no way around it. What appeared in front of Antolia was a completely empty village. Apart from the footprints on the ground and the smell of pigs unique to them, there was really no trace of a pig.

Of course, this will be the territory of the Jimena family from now on.

Leon nodded seriously.

It's not that he doesn't want to eliminate the trouble once and for all, the main reason is that under the black mist, except for the land illuminated by the eternal fire and the shadow manipulator, the Antolians can't go anywhere else.

This grassland reaches the southern mountains of Antolia in the north, and goes deep into the hinterland of the Abandoned Land in the south. It is surrounded by a vast area and is undefeable.

Leon looked at the map sponsored by the elves and said in deep thought:

Fort Wilson remained the focus of construction and the only site to be built by the Antolian settlers and Walrasian prisoners of war.

As for this grassland...

Just build a small settlement here. Don't make it big, and don't move civilians. For the time being...

I am willing to guard this land for the Marquis!

Before Leon finished speaking, Hussein on the side took the initiative to ask for help.

Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but turn his head and stare seriously at the Walrasian in front of him who was just a prisoner of war a few days ago.

Hussein's purpose was clear.

A few days ago, he was a prisoner of war and suddenly became a free citizen.

This is obviously not enough to gain the trust of the Marquis.

And now...

Taking the initiative to garrison the potentially dangerous Natila Grassland was a coexistence of risks and opportunities for him.

On the one hand, it can build a wave of favorability in front of Leon, and on the other hand, as time goes by, it can also gradually gain the trust of the Jimena family.

Then I will give you this opportunity.

Leon nodded in approval.

Let Hussein lead some prisoners of war to guard the Nalati Grassland. This can be said to be the lowest-cost option today.

Not to mention that the food here depends entirely on the supply of Antolians, so there is no need to worry about the possibility of rebellion.

The possible threat alone made Hussein have to hug the lap of the Jimena family tightly.

And the most important thing is...

He is a Walrasian!

As former nomadic tribesmen, both Hussein and other Walrasian prisoners of war were familiar with herding and raising horses.

Since he chose to give Walras prisoners of war the opportunity to serve the Jimena family, Leon can naturally see the results if he has sufficient checks and balances.

Even if the pigs really come back, the ones who die are not Antolians anyway!

At least they aren't yet.