The Temple of Fortune has already planned the general outline of the entire kingdom in the past few days, including the basic administrative map of the future of the Qingfeng Kingdom, as well as the dense water system map. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Its level of detail made Tang Feng breathtaking, he really deserved to be a professional talent, although the Temple of Fortune was suspected of overstepping his bounds, but who let Tang Feng's subordinates have no talents in this area, so they had to let the Temple of Wealth be responsible for planning.

On the planning map, the first thing to be built is a large port city in the eastern part of the Dead Wood Wasteland.

The Deadwood Wasteland is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the port selected to the east is surrounded by two small peninsulas, the waters of the harbor are wide and deep, and the harbor mouth is large and large, according to the predictions of the Temple of the Sea and the Temple of Storms, this port can be navigated in all seasons.

This is rare in the entire continent of Tran, it can be regarded as a good port, and from here, you can reach the empires and kingdoms of the eastern part of the Ice Plains, the middle of the continent, and the eastern coast of the continent.

The materials purchased by the Temple of Fortune from the major empires and kingdoms will also be transported along this sea route to the Deadwood Wasteland, and then gradually transported from here to the entire territory.

In addition, in the water system map planned by the Temple of Fortune, there will be a large river flowing into the sea from here, and if there are ships that want to enter the inland in the future, as long as they are checked at the dock checkpoint, they can get a pass.

The sudden heavy rains, as well as the impending cold winter, stopped the pace of building the wasteland.

In the past, even if it was cold in winter, Qingfeng Ling had never frozen here, which was a little weird compared to other countries covered by ice and snow on the ice and snow plains.

Now that the invisible barrier over the Dead Wood Wasteland has been removed, the cold air from the north is whistling unscrupulously, and the Qingfeng Territory and the surrounding territories are a little unable to withstand this cold current.

Even if it is only late autumn, Qingfeng Ling has a biting chill, coupled with this sudden heavy rain, ordinary poor people do not know how much they will get sick.

Recently, even the price of firewood has risen by two levels, and even the rich families are sad all day long.

Such a heavy amount of rain has turned the entire city of Beth into a large puddle, and the original dilapidated drainage facilities in the city are simply not enough to handle such a large workload.

The low-lying slums have been completely soaked in sewage, and even several low-lying buildings in the city lord's mansion have fallen.

The priests of the Ocean Temple have tried their best to control the excessive water elemental, but without the high-level priests, their highest strength is now only level six, and it is only a dream to change such a natural disaster.

Tang Feng's earth and water mages had already built a temporary drainage system, and although the waterline in Beth City had not fallen, it had not continued to rise.

At this time, Griffin was standing in a small building, smiling at the troubled Bass City.

"What a nice weather!" Griffin exclaimed, "If there is no natural disaster, how could these untouchables come to believe in the great gods, and how could they be willing to prostrate at my feet!"

Griffin, who was wrapped in a thick fur coat and held a charcoal stove in his arms, squinted his eyes, looked at the mages who belonged to Tang Feng who came and went outside, and smiled very unscrupulously: "Perhaps, this is a little not in the interests of our allies, but who cares! Who can do it!"

If the Storm Temple, or any other temple, had already built a church in the Deadwood Wasteland, they would have been able to minimize the damage.

But unfortunately, they have not yet built any official cathedral, since there is no church, then the power of the gods will naturally not be able to protect this place, unable to resist disasters, because the land here is not the kingdom of God, and the people of the Qingfeng Territory are not the people of God.

"These untouchables will only be able to comprehend the power of our gods until they feel the pain of the calamity!" said Griffin, tilting his head coldly.

However, when he saw that one of Tang Feng's earth-based mages actually used earth-based spells to help those untouchables repair their houses, Griffin's brows furrowed slightly.

According to Griffin's idea, Tang Feng would at most send someone to roughly clear the rich areas and streets, who would have thought that the noble mage would actually help the poor people repair their houses, and also talk and laugh with them.

This is not very beneficial to Griffin! If these untouchables were only grateful to Tang Feng alone, this would be different from what he expected. If these people were all grateful to Tang Feng, how would he Griffin preach! How could he spread the brilliance of the Storm God!

Griffin dropped the stove in his hand and hurriedly gave a few orders, and a few minutes later, the few dozen remaining priests and Templars of the Storm Temple rushed out of the garrison and headed for the affected area.

Griffin stood on the small building again, looking at the earth mage in the distance, who was helping the stricken family rebuild the walls that had been washed away by the flood.

Griffin thought to himself: "To let these mages be loyal to this point, it can be seen that Tang Feng's family is still very powerful, and it seems that it is still very wise for me to make friends with him in advance." ”

The priests and knights of the Storm Temple split into small groups and rushed in different directions. They don't know how many times they did this kind of thing when they were apprentices, and even now that they are in a high position, they will follow the instructions of the church to help the poor from time to time, showing the benevolent side of the gods, so they are familiar with doing these things.

Watching a poor man who was being helped by himself constantly praising the God of the Storm and reciting the praise of the God of the Storm, Max, the priest of the Temple of the Storm, had a satisfied smile on his face.

Although Max was a little reluctant to be driven out to do good deeds on a rainy day, his belief in the god of storms still prevailed, so he talked to these poor people with a smile on his face, and from time to time he unleashed one or two low-level magic spells.

Just as Max walked to the corner of the street and was about to rush to the next place, a team of knights full of righteousness came out of the street leading to the city lord's mansion.

There were twelve knights in this group, their faces were resolute and tall, they were dressed in full armor of gold and silver, and their blue capes were tucked away in the dark compartment behind the armor, and only a scarf was exposed.

Behind the twelve knights were three mages dressed in plain white robes, both men and women, with a hint of pity and benevolence on their faces.

This team of fifteen people was full of holiness, and the moment he saw them, Max felt that his heart was as clear as a dusty stone washed by clear water, and the trace of resentment in his heart just now instantly turned into nothing.

The knights walked past Max with a gritty face, followed closely by the three mages, and the only female mage of the three stopped as he passed him.

She turned to look at Max with a smile on her face, and waved her simple staff, and the girl mage said softly.

"May the light be with you!"