If my hammer cannot smash your head, where can I find the dusty glory?
——Good
In the coal city mine, a riot broke out suddenly, followed by a bloody suppression.
Good wielded the blue-veined warhammer mixed with mithril wantonly. The unarmed and shackled rebels were smashed into pieces by the hammer with flashing runes as soon as they rushed out of the mine.
"For one silver, I've killed more than a dozen bastards like you."
Bang!
The golden warrior who rushed to Good had just finished speaking when his chest was hit by a hammer and it was dented.
Long-term use of berserk potions and mining overdrew his life. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he collapsed and closed his eyes.
Good became more and more courageous as the battle went on. A flying tooth got stuck in the joint of his armor, and every time he swung his sword, his body made a "hissing" sound of friction, which made people's scalp tingle.
In the bloody massacre, the wolf-beast man kept thrusting his spear behind him, and the spurting blood dyed his armor red, and then formed a stream and rushed into the bottom of the cave.
"It's time for you to choose, to live or to die?"
On the coal hill in the distance, Xia Lan stood with her hands behind her back, watching the slightly violent massacre with an expressionless face.
A group of mages looked at this scene with pale faces. They were all mages recruited by merchants from Lovik Island.
Xia Lan gave everyone a choice. The merchants on Aegean Island chose to be Xia Lan's dogs and drank soup. The merchants on Lovek Island wanted Xia Lan to be their dog, so Xia Lan sent them to the land of hell to drink soup and arranged unpaid mining jobs for their minions.
But it seems that these guys are not satisfied with the working environment and treatment, so Xia Lan can only let them sleep here forever so that they will never have to work again.
The first wizard took action, waving his staff, and magic power, wrapped in wind and fire, poured into the mine. Then came the second, the third...
ah!
Screams accompanied by the smell of burning meat came from the mine. A figure was struggling in the flames, howling unwillingly, and then was devoured by the flames.
Among the onlookers were members of the newly formed Thorn Chamber of Commerce, which included not only merchants from the Aegean Island, but also merchants from the small islands in the central and northern parts of the country who had migrated to the seventeen large islands, and of course, merchants from the main islands that did not have the seventeen large islands.
More than 900,000 people in the central and northern Baltic Sea were able to be concentrated on 19 large islands, including Lovek Island and the Aegean Island. These people made great contributions.
"vomit…"
Robb, the president of the Thorn Merchant Guild, was vomiting violently, and his steward was patting his back and serving him.
"I hope you will always remember that the fire that consumes the betrayers does not come from the gods you believe in, but from me!"
Xia Lan's eyes swept over everyone present, and everyone who looked at him lowered their heads.
"Next year's Baltic Sea will be bustling, and you will encounter many temptations. But when your hearts are tested, chant the teachings of truth and think about today."
Xia Lan left everyone who was so frightened that they dared not move and turned back to the city. Good followed with wounds all over his body carrying a war hammer.
"What a pity, I still can't break through."
Shaking his wolf ears, blood splattered on his head, Good said regretfully.
"We'll go to Stormlands after the Festival of Enlightenment. There will always be a chance."
Xia Lan said soothingly, then looked at Wodek and asked, "What's the situation outside?"
"After our people evacuated the small and medium-sized islands in the Baltic Sea, the nobles in the south heard the news and moved, and merchants from the city-states heading north also occupied several small islands."
"There will be fun next year, Wodek. What do you think about what I said?"
Xia Lan asked nonchalantly, as if it were a daily trivial matter.
"Does Your Majesty trust me so much?"
Wodek spoke in a low voice, keeping his head down as he followed Xia Lan.
"This is the rule of the Midgard world. I am powerless to change it now. I can only put on a mask and dance with it."
Xia Lan kicked a stone on the dirt road and the stone fell on the snow that had not yet melted, splashing out a snowflake.
Wodek didn't say anything else, but continued to follow behind Xia Lan with his head down, watching the road carefully.
"I've already ordered your illegitimate brothers to head north. I believe they'll reach Lovik Island soon. They'll be incorporated into your Silver Deer Legion. Then you'll be the master of nineteen large islands in the north-central Baltic Sea, ruler of over 900,000 people. How could you not be tempted?"
Wodek gave a wry smile and finally raised his head.
"Your Majesty, is it really necessary to gamble with hundreds of thousands of lives?"
On the lonely road, only three people stopped and stood quietly, and the people accompanying them all watched from afar, and no one knew what they were talking about.
“Bloodlines rule everything, and only gods are immortal. This is the rule of the Atrium.
When we found Bohravis and founded a country and proclaimed ourselves king, a game of cracking the chessboard began. I am the chess player, this world is the chessboard, and the thousand-year-old unchanging rules of the atrium are the chess game.
This trip north was my first move. In the past, the Baltic countries had a game of chess, but because there were too many players, it became a mess and no one could find their own pieces. Gradually, no one played anymore. In fact, it was just that the chess pieces had all become Zilan people.
Now, after a group of cultists have reshuffled, the game is about to begin again, but how can a fight on the doorstep of Bohrawis be just a small fight? "
Xia Lan's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, which made Wodek shudder and took two steps back. He and the Silver Deer Legion were Xia Lan's first move, his pawns...
"Your Majesty, you are playing with fire."
Looking at Wodek who was sweating coldly, Xia Lan grinned, revealing his white teeth.
"Wodek, do you think the Lost Land is the Lost Land? With the Thunder Sea blocking it, it's indeed difficult for ordinary people to find it, but what about the epic legend of flying?
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