"Hello Ellen-sama!"

"Hello everyone, how are the walls built?"

"Back to the village elder, since the cement has made it easy to build the wall, and there are pulley rope tools made by the blacksmith shop, which can easily transport the soil out of the foundation, which was dug more than ten meters deep before......

The orc in the report assumed an upright military posture with his legs together, one hand pressed to the side of his thigh, and the other palm in front of his temple.

Alan glanced at the foundation of the wall, which had long been filled with cement, and could not see the deep pit ten meters below in the past.

Orc slaves traveled back and forth, carrying bricks or cement in wheelbarrows to the city wall construction sites.

Every few meters, a small slave construction team built a wall with cement, and the total length of this wall is more than 200 meters, which is the largest construction project of the slaves occupied by Datie Village at present.

"When laying bricks, pay attention to leaving some small brick openings, so that you can stretch out the sticks to go out, you are responsible for this." Alan spun around and brought someone a blueprint, by the way.

The stonemason from the slaves of Altair nodded respectfully, then glanced at the location that Alan had circled on the blueprint, where there were indeed several small holes of unknown significance.

Why do you need to leave a small hole in the city wall to build it?

Judging from his twenty years of experience in building a house in Morning Glory Town, he couldn't understand it at all, but Alan said to stay.

His name is Pate, before this he was a slave in Morning Glory Town, and then he was assigned to work in the mines, and then he was liberated by Allen, and when he learned that his status as a stonemason could obtain the status of a freeman in Datie Village, he resolutely chose to stand up and serve the village chief of Allen.

If nothing else, just for the status of a free man, and the new house promised by Lord Allen, and the daily white rice porridge.

Look at the slave companions who used to work with him, they are still working in the mines, they have to work hard every day, strive for the mining indicators of the day, and at the same time compare the amount of mining with other teams, so that they can eat white rice porridge every day.

"Lord Allen, that's so nice." Stonemason Pate couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Yes, without Lord Allen, there is today in Datie Village, you see, the slaves in the whole village are working hard, there is endless work every day, and the villagers of this village practice day and night, it is difficult for such a village to be strong or not."

The stonemason next door who supervised the work of the slaves ran over to brush their faces and rub their presence.

The cat-eared orc raised his tail behind him, his ears moved slightly, and looked at Eren with sincere eyes, hoping that Eren would notice his presence.

Unfortunately, Alan still didn't know his name in the end, but after the sun smiled, a dove fell from the sky, and Allen's attention shifted to the pigeon.

"Goo!"

The pigeon half-lifted its feet with the note tied, its head twisted from side to side, and stared fiercely at the orcs who looked at it, as if to say, "Look, haven't you ever seen such a lovely pigeon!" ”

Naturally, the orcs couldn't understand the pigeon's language, so Alan smiled and touched the pigeon's head, moved his shoulder, and the pigeon cooed a few more times, pecked a few mouthfuls of rice, and flew away.

Spreading out the note, Allen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then stretched out again, feeling funny.

"Lord Allen, is there anything good?"

There were not many stonemasons supervising the construction of the wall, there were only four villagers in total, and the leaders inspected it, so naturally they all had to be present.

When you see Alan frowning at a piece of paper and being amused, you know it's a good thing.

The four orcs straightened their necks and probed their heads to look at the inferior piece of paper, on which was written a string of incomprehensible coded words, and a simple pen vertical with a large number of repetitions, which was different from the common script of the Lionheart Nation that was now taught in the Great Iron Village.

"Lord Allen, whoever wrote this letter can't even write a word." The stonemason Pate relied on his most knowledge of stonemasonry and asked questions boldly.

"It doesn't matter what is written on this paper, you just have to do your own thing, and I'll take someone to take care of a bunch of injured minions." After Allen finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The four stonemason orcs trembled violently, and for some reason, they felt that Lord Allen's smile was a little sinister, and they were in a good mood.

Alan walked away quickly, and the stonemasons stayed on the spot and looked at each other, you look at me, I stare at you.

"Wounded minions?"

"Is it a beast tide?"

The stonemasons knew that the beast tide was heading to Morning Glory Town, and they wouldn't be heading south that soon.

Because the beast tide is too large, only the town can satisfy the huge appetite of the beast tide, and the small village is not full of food, which is not cost-effective.

"Probably not, maybe Morning Glory Town sent someone to investigate?" The orc's tail was raised in the shape of a question mark, and it was clear that he himself was not sure whether it was true or not.

"Possibly."

"I agree."

"Pate deserves to have been a stonemason in Morning Glory Town for twenty years!"

"Whatever, hurry up and build the city wall, don't think that we can be lazy if we have meat and white rice to eat every day, Lord Allen's eyes can't tolerate sand, the day before yesterday, an orc at a construction site was trained for being lazy and punished for eating mushy rice for a week."

Pate's cheeks were feverish, he was used to being a slave, where could he withstand the praise of the three original villagers, and hurriedly waved his hands to work.

The three orcs felt that it made sense, there was white rice who wanted to eat the paste porridge with the taste of Chinese medicine, shook his legs, and slipped back to his management area to supervise the work of the slaves and control the quality of the construction of the wall.

……

Whew.

The summer wind blew along the river, stirring the sails and slowly speeding up, and the two sailboats carrying the five hundred lions sailed southward a little faster.

On the ship, the lion soldiers are holding a drinking party, several large jars of wine are placed in the center of the deck, groups of lion soldiers sit in a row around the wine jars, a table is placed in the center, and there are lion soldiers who come forward to break their wrists, and the winner can drink a bowl of wine.

In this way, both ships were filled with the cheers of the lion soldiers and orcs, one after another, and it was very lively.

The lion soldier sitting on the high place laughed, "They really look like us when we were younger. ”

He was wearing a golden lion white cloak with shiny plate armor inside, but there was a huge fist mark on his chest, and even the plate armor was cracked, revealing a layer of white silk cloth.

"yes, we also broke our wrists on the ship at that time, but I didn't expect that we would all wake up a few years later......"

The Templar next to him was about thirty-five years old, with a thick lion beard, no armor due to his injuries, and a blood-stained strip of cloth covering his chest.

The two were badly wounded Templars, at least their breastbones were broken.

And because they are awakened, their bodies are strong, and they are lucky not to die, and they can rest for two or three years to wait for the sternum to heal automatically.

These two people are also the only high-ranking officers on this trip to Da Tie Cai, and they each lead two hundred and fifty ordinary lion soldiers to investigate the cause of the non-return of the mine ship in Da Tie Village.

"Anyway, what's the matter with the mine ship heading to Datie Village not coming back, when I heard Commander Simon say this, I still didn't believe it, isn't Datie Village a small mining village?"

"Who knows, you don't have to move anyway, I'll take a few light armor soldiers to reconnoiter a wave first, don't advance the whole army with pride."

The Templar who spoke squinted his eyes with a fierce light, and the white-faced golden lion's cloak behind him also waved in the wind.

Their leader was not afraid of the Great Iron Village, but the Templars who accompanied the fleet south cared.

Don't you see the layers of white cloth wrapped around their chests, their sternums are cracked, if someone punches the chest again, the next time it hurts the heart, once the heart bursts, no matter how strong the talent of the beast clan is, it can't be saved.

There is only one small life, and it is better to be careful, this is the experience of a veteran on the battlefield.