Before being conquered by the Attas, the world of Mystara had a population of about four billion people, about a hundred times that of the Attas. After the war and massacres, that number had dropped considerably, but now it has a larger population than ever before.

One tribe after another dragged their families out of the blood-shrouded desert world of Mystara and settled in a new world with much better natural conditions. The rate of neonatal mortality in the desert, which used to be extremely high, has dropped exponentially, which has greatly contributed to population growth. Moreover, the constant influx of pilgrims from the New World has accelerated this trend.

In the past, the people of Mystara were able to feed so many people because they were industrious and hard-working, and they ate a variety of plants that grew from the land, wheat, soybeans, rice, chickpeas, all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Since most of the Mystaras believed in the Brahma belief that animism and that humans and animals could reincarnate each other, they rarely ate meat.

And the Buraku people of Atas, needless to say, almost never grow crops. Desert plants, while tough and easy to grow, are often poisonous and inedible. The shell beetles, meat lizards, camels, and grey-scaled birds they brought with them were living well in the New World, but a farm that used to feed a thousand people was now a ranch that could only feed a hundred, and the shortage of food was getting worse.

According to the old tradition, if there was not enough food to eat, it was almost time for the tribes to go to war with each other. The weak will be eliminated, and the strong will continue to survive. And after each war, there is always a lot less belly to fill, and the problem of food is solved.

But now that the Lord forbids the believers to kill each other, the problem becomes intractable. Fortunately, the Sdach Spencers, who had not yet broken with the Fatimids, solved this problem.

Grand Druid Camilla was the first to create the all-round rice, and she created this exotic plant using species native to Mystara. It is completely edible, and its seeds, stems, leaves, and roots are usable roots! It grows incredibly fast and does not require low temperatures for storage and transportation. The "chaff ratio" is incredibly high, and at the same time it is very suitable for raising livestock. In one season, it can be harvested twice and eight crops a year.

However, this thing will drain the fertility of the land in a very short time.

The Great Druid declares that this is not a problem, and that she will create some kind of giant worm - which she calls a sandworm - to solve the problem. The Sandworm is also a terrifying fusion monster created by the Starch Spencer Paid Druid, using geothermal energy as an energy source, they absorb inorganic matter from the soil and secrete excrement to restore soil fertility.

Based on the red tide algae on Attas, Camila created a new algae that is edible. Fish eat them and grow quickly, and they themselves grow very quickly, within a few months, they can grow up to three meters thick, and even hinder ships at sea - this is not a problem for the Atas, they all come from the desert anyway, and the presence or absence of sea ships does not seem to matter much to them.

Others have some kind of nutrient-rich moss that grows in the mountains. There are also parasitic edible vines, snow oats that grow in permafrost, and even stem plants that dig through glaciers.

But that's not enough.

Camilla also created flying fungi and aeolian mucus, as well as birds that preyed on them, further increasing the protein supply of meat.

On the surface, the problem was finally solved, and everyone was happy. However, some people still remember how when they invaded the world of Mystara, Camilla single-handedly destroyed the ecological balance of the world and caused the indigenous countries to collapse without a fight.

When the magic ship landed on the surface of Mystara, the Psychic Warlock saw firsthand the impact the Starch Spencers sent druids to the environment.

Blood-red vines wrapped around every tree, and thick algae piled up on the surface of the sea and river, emitting a foul stench. When the magic ship landed, the ground shook slightly - a sign that supposedly a sandworm had crawled underground.

The Psychic Warlock remembers the first time he came to this world, when the natives of the land called him "Calamity" when they saw him...... But judging by the results, what they said is not wrong.

All around were pilgrims in robes and scarves, some with devout faces, others with tired and doubtful faces. Whenever a new magic ship lands, many vendors with plates will gather around and sell all kinds of displays on it.

Muhadi showed his psychic powers and asked the people where the rulers were. However, she learned that Fatumah and her court did not rule in a certain city, but moved around all year round, known as the tent. Generally speaking, any place with fertile aquatic plants suitable for grazing is likely to be the location of the Khan.

It's going to take a little more time, the Psychic thought to him.

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Inside the Golden Horde was a sea of jewels, silks, furs and expensive tapestry. Tribal leaders, priests, and petitioners gathered in the tent like customers in the bazaar.

Armed with spears and axes, tall and fierce Mamluks guarded the gates of the tent, most of them trained by children in conquered worlds. Many of them were dark-skinned, some had dark red skin and white lines, but all of them had stern and solemn faces.

There was a team of trumpeters and drummers in the tent, and whenever the hostess of the tent spoke, they played loud music to calm the noise of the people in the tent.

Enemy of the Dark Sun, Guardian of the Holy Cities of Tyre and Yurik, Dictator of Atas and Mystara, Chief of the Scorpion Tribe, Khan of the Khans, Protector of Nibennay, Ankara and Ram, Great Conqueror and Marauder of the Astral Plane, Defender of the First Cause Religion. The self-proclaimed caliph of St. Fatoumah sat cross-legged on an ornate leather blanket in the tent. She does not sit on the throne, for "the throne of the caliph is her saddle." But this blanket is not ordinary, it is adorned with precious stones, put together into a purple star-like pattern, on which are embroidered with gold thread the ninety-nine names of the great lord.

Even by the standards of elves, Fatumai at this time seemed to be a clear person. She wore a loose goose-yellow robe, and a bizarre scimitar with two pointed ends pinned to her waist. The scabbard looks rather ordinary, simple wood, and is not decorated with precious stones.

At less than forty years old, only a quarter of the average life expectancy of an Atas elf, Fatuma is still young and beautiful. She wears no makeup and wears a headscarf inlaid with rubies the size of a lizard's egg.

To her left stood the Legion, her psionic advisor, created long ago by the Thousand Soul Head, the leader of the Atki Psychic Warlocks. To her right stood a red-winged Batiz demon, his face hidden under his hood.

“...... Petitioners from Moria," the guard at the door of a large tent shouted a roll call that overshadowed the conversation of the crowd. "He proclaimed himself the messenger of the witch king Malik. ”

Shock and disbelief swept across the faces of the people in the tent like a ripple. The followers of the Witch King Malik and Fatuma were hostile to each other, calling each other heretics for some time. Anyone who pays attention to politics has no doubt that a bloody war will eventually break out between the two sides.

Malik's messenger dared to come here! Many people had the same thought in their hearts.

"Maybe we should get this arrogant guy up and ......," someone suggested. The voice was echoed.

"Let me hear what he has to say. Fatoumah spoke, and the chatter in the tent calmed down suddenly. The Great Conqueror stood up, looking exceptionally tall. "Guard, have you forgotten our Athas traditions? ”

Malik's messenger was dressed in a black robe, a black turban, and only a pair of eyes leaked. Even if the man was scared, he didn't show it at all.

The messenger bowed before Fatoumah, but did not kneel. "My lord greets you!" he said.

"Ah, I'm sure. Malik didn't send you to talk nonsense with me. So let's end this pantomime. Fatoumah replied dismissively. "Let's see, does the Witch King dare to declare war first?"

"You talk about war, Lord Fatoumah. "The messenger did not address Fatoumah with an official title as a protest. "But my lord had no intention of doing so...... Needless bloodshed and cannibalism can be avoided if you are willing to put pen to paper. ”

"Malik has sent someone from far and wants me to be a writer?" laughed the elf. "I can give him a hundred papers, if he pleads. ”

"A thousand papers, you can't sign them for you, my lord. The messenger continued. "My Lord wants to be fully ...... Acknowledgment, as well as ......"

Fatoumah pulled out the strange scimitar with two pointed ends. "You want me to sign it? I can sign one on your face. She smiled dismissively. "Malik can take this as my reply!"

"Well, you left me with no choice. The messenger did not seem surprised, and he quickly drew a seven-section scepter from his waist. Before everyone could react, a seven-colored light suddenly filled the entire tent.

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Still far away, the Psychic Warlock sensed that something was wrong.

According to common sense, the Khan Court should be surrounded by all kinds of people and so on, bustling. Samurai, merchants, bureaucrats, and missionaries would have squeezed the water out of the crowd – at least as it should. Although the Psychic Warlock did not expect to be greeted with great pomp, the scene he saw in front of him was indeed beyond his expectations.

Here Muhadi saw a vast green meadow, dotted with colorful flowers. Some are yellow lemons, others are as dark as indigo. The grass here is tall and lush, big enough to reach the waist of an adult, and it is an unimaginable spectacle in Atas.

In today's Mystara, a rare piece of pure land unstained by the modified species of the Starch Spencer Pai, it's no wonder that the Khan's Court was chosen here.

There are tents of all sizes scattered across the grassland, which may seem haphazard to outsiders, but the psychic warlock can see a pattern. The warm breeze was blowing, and there was the smell of sweat and horse urine in the air. In addition to the giant lizards, shell beetles, and hairy camels commonly found on Attas, there are also species endemic to Mistara – such as the giant elk and a species known locally as dogs, and the white fur and big-eyed lemurs of the living infest the forest belts on the edge of the grasslands.

However, there was no sign of human activity at all, as if some kind of great force had suddenly taken away all the humans here.