On the Emerald Plains, the army was in formation, spears stood like a forest, and the neat sound of armor shook the whole area. Groups of monsters were driven to the Black Forest Mountains in the north.
Xia Lan took things for granted at first. Without cavalry, it would be difficult for them to catch up with the four-legged monsters. The flying Arthurs could not be used without money and could only slack off. Xia Lan changed the plan from hunting to driving them out of the Emerald Plains to reduce the monsters' attacks on Dawn City.
In the iron fence of the military camp, magic sheep, magic pigs and magic cows are locked inside. These are all magical beasts prepared for captivity. The energy in Dawn City is naturally thin, and it is difficult for these magical beasts to make any breakthroughs. If nothing unexpected happens, their offspring will all be first-level magical beasts, unless a breeding base is established in the storm land with disordered energy.
"Why did that guy follow us again?"
Varean, who was commanding the Doron Legion, looked towards the distant hills. A fully armed warrior, carrying the flag of the Storm Knights, was walking alone outside the army formation.
The Storm Knights followed the Blackwater Fleet eastward, leaving only a reserve knight to look after the house. This was also the only reserve knight of the Storm Knights, Lei.
The purple hair exposed under the helmet was stained with sweat. Although separated by the visor, everyone could feel his fatigue.
"Wendi, he seems to be from Beidao as well. Do you know him?"
In the army formation, a platoon leader asked a purple-haired captain under his command, "That guy had been following us all the way carrying a huge tree with a military flag tied to it. No wonder he could become a reserve knight."
"The Icelandic Thunder Tribe is hostile to our tribe. We were captured together with the Icelandic hero Jonvis when we raided the Baltic Sea a year ago. That guy is a tough nut to crack."
After the slaves from Iceland regained their freedom, none of them wanted to return to their icy homeland. They had been fighting for land that could grow food since they were born, and now that they had gotten what they wanted, why should they go back?
After the war in the north is over, they will bring their families to the warm Boravice, or go north to Iceland to welcome the king they are currently loyal to. After all, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say there, and the king with a dragon is definitely the most powerful.
The nobles in the courtyard called them barbarians because Iceland is a "bitter and cold land". The nobles who were granted fiefdoms in Iceland could hardly enjoy themselves, let alone have enough food. A lord who could not feed his people and even ate for free would generally die a miserable death by the Icelandic barbarians.
No noble would like this kind of person with a "tyrannical" character who likes to carry a knife to hunt for food. He would kill a lord as a sacrifice to the gods at any time. Who could tolerate this?
However, Xia Lan found that the dozen or so people from Iceland had some extreme personalities, but they were not as difficult to manage as rumored. Apart from being too generous and liking to drag him drinking, there was no other problem.
Rumors are harmful. Xia Lan was afraid that these barbarians would cause trouble, so she asked Faaudis to keep an eye on them for more than ten days. When she found out that nothing happened, Faaudis complained a lot.
Dawn City.
With the army driving away the monsters, the area around the gathering place has become safer, but the citizens, both men and women, who are expanding the area of arable land still carry weapons just in case.
Although they are not like the Knights who do not need to participate in production labor and only need to train to improve their strength, nor do they have the large-scale military training every three days like the Dolon Legion, they have all mastered the breathing technique and train for a while at night. Even if they have not broken through to the extraordinary level, they still have some strength to protect themselves.
Xia Lan, with the call of the wind on his back, was repairing the ridge of the field with a shovel, talking to himself with his head down. The people around him were also used to the king's soliloquy and were doing their own work.
The illusory Arcane stood beside Xia Lan, watching him dig the ditch seriously, explained the purpose of his visit today, and invited Xia Lan to join an organization.
"Mukye? Why does it sound like a villain organization?"
There was no fluctuation on Arcane's face, and his eyes always flashed with the light of rationality.
"This is an organization founded by gods, and its members are all gods. The purpose of the organization is to uncover the truth of this world."
Xia Lan stopped what he was doing. He felt like he had heard of this organization somewhere before. It definitely wasn't in the atrium. It was impossible for him to touch the realm of God before. It must be in a work in his previous life.
"If it's a god, you should go to Phaodis. I'm just his pope."
After patting the earthen ridge, Xia Lan sat on the ground and prepared to rest for a while.
"Although the canon you compiled has given this dream elf the potential to become a god-king, he is still too young to even sense the power contained in his own teachings, let alone understand the essence of the power of truth. This future powerful god now needs a guardian."
In fact, Arcane would rather the Lord of Truth be this young man. Without the "Teachings of Truth" he compiled, that foolish Dream Elf's greatest achievement would be just a second-rate god. However, the teachings have been completely integrated with authority, unless...
Xia Lan didn't know what the middle-aged man beside her was thinking. She took a sip and said, "You guys aren't the only gods who are united together. There are other organizations, right?"
"Yes, the most powerful are the organizations of top God Kings such as the Lord of Dawn, the Lord of Light, the Goddess of Magic, and the Lord of the Abyss. Besides exploring the truth of the world, the greatest role of Muye is to protect itself."
A rare fluctuation appeared on Arcane's face, which was keenly noticed by Xia Lan.
"So Nightfall is a second-rate organization in the divine circle? Seeing that you were able to enter the lower realm and communicate with me without a divine favored one, I thought you were at least a divine king."
Xia Lan's eyes were full of disappointment.
"This is just a little trick I invented, but Muye was once glorious. We organized the Blasphemous Rebellion, participated in the Stormfall Incident, and stopped the Lord of the Abyss..."
Xia Lan spat out the water she had drunk, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. "You're those crazy arcanists!"
"It's just a part of it. After the Profanation Rebellion, the Arcane Council was severely damaged, and many people parted ways due to ideological differences. Some friends and I founded the Nightmare. Although we recruited some gods who were not arcane magicians, we are the orthodox successors of the Arcane Council.
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