Yves Saint Laurent 1 January 999 - Federal Council of Sacred Humanity

Hundreds of human monarchs gathered in the hall. These crown-wearing, gold-veiled, and scepter-wielding kings argued with red faces, making the sacred temple of humanity a marketplace.

"Silent ......"

"My country is flooding......"

"The tsunami flooded my island and harbor! And ships! ”

"Nezumi thing...... Oh no, I'll take the nezumi thing...... A ...... that doesn't stay Expelled out, nezumi thing, die! Die! ”

"How did you get in on the nezumi thing?"

"Silence!"

"The gods don't answer us anymore......"

"Our warriors can't resist the corruption of the nezumen."

"The Lonseth family's bastard, if you let the vampire in, I'll blow up your eggs!"

Bell - bell - bell - bell -

The reverberating bells interrupted the illusory figures' discussions, focusing on the thirteen thrones and their outlines in the center of the circular temple, either of dry bones, or of gold, trees, iron ore, mud, etc.

However, the mud position is vacant, and the king shadow is missing.

A grand voice echoed in the temple:

"Turmoil is coming, and the gods are shunning. Our Thirteen Supreme Kings proposed that the Terrans carry out the alien order. ”

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"Let them go back to their place!"

"No! There is a third of dwarves and a third of orcs in my kingdom! ”

"Isn't there a third left?"

"A third of the remaining third are vampires, and a third are ratmen."

"Heresy!"

The few who resisted drowned in the second, and a decree that swept the human kingdom was like a snow tide, and it was coming.

……

Xingyue Bay is facing a snow tide in the physical sense.

The dawn of the first birth crossed the beautiful light golden hue of the terrifying clouds that covered the entire north above the snow-capped mountains, and the dense fog that shrouded the snow-capped mountains was a little lower than it had been a few dozen minutes ago.

Thousands of years of snow shedding was inevitable, and Olmedo sent a mage to Limhai to investigate, and Annan had to make a choice in the meantime: send all the subjects to Breeze City for refuge or defend themselves?

The snow tide should be annihilated in the forest sea, but if the vast forest sea can't stop it, a forest is no different from a town under the snow tide.

The people were in a state of gloom, and their response was to ask for the walls to be built.

When all the people spontaneously gathered outside the log house, anxiously and expectantly waiting for Annan's order, he suddenly realized that this was the territory of his interest, but the new home of these people who had lost their homes, the place where they would live, the place where they would grow, the place where they would multiply, and the place for which they would fight.

Annan felt that the apocalypse prediction was wrong, and this scene was an important node to change him.

"Erie Gravel."

Annan summoned the half-dwarf who was drowned in the crowd: "How much cement do we have?" ”

"About ...... Tens of thousands of pounds. ”

That's the production capacity of the Breezy Blacksmith, but it's not enough to erect a wall to protect against the snow tide.

"How long and wide can we build a wall from west to east before the snow tide arrives?"

Erie Rubble's answer is that a one-meter-wide wall doesn't exceed a meter – and Soruman Copperbeard can easily climb over it.

Under the eager gaze of the lords, Annan looked at Francois: "You lead all the male lords to mine limestone. ”

"Yes, my lord!"

Francois led the cheering people out.

"Erie Gravel, you and the craftsmen and women make cement."

The half-dwarves took the rest of the lords.

The walls are located on the edge of the bay, and the glacial river on the outside can be used as a ditch to hold back the wood carried by the snow tide. But we have to melt the river first.

No one was idle, the knights of Blom and the captain of the personal guard were requisitioned, and even Annan rushed to the quarry and struck the limestone with an iron pickaxe. The result is that everybody is working hard.

Annan's harvest for the subjects is also presented at this moment: those who have only come to Xingyue Bay, have not eaten enough for a few days, and the weak and malnourished new leaders are quickly exhausted, while the first few groups of leaders are enthusiastically wielding iron pickaxes, and the crushed ore is constantly being pulled back to Xingyue Bay by the knights' war horses.

When I sweat, I take off my cotton clothes and continue to work in the cold winter with a hot mist.

Annan was also working while extravagantly using meditation potions to restore his magic power, and finally accumulated a low-level summoning technique.

Dragging an iron pickaxe to the edge in the respect of the lords, Annan unleashed his spell.

Olmedo, who appeared on the other side of the portal, said bluntly: "The arrival of the snow tide is inevitable, it should come in three to five days. ”

"It's too late." Annan wiped the frost on his eyelashes that blurred his vision, "My lords and I have already started to build the city wall. ”

A relieved smile appeared on Olmedo's cheeks. It may be correct to avoid the edge for the time being, but when you form a dodge mentality, you will think of running away when you encounter a crisis.

"You're also working?"

As he spoke, Olmedo saw Annan holding an iron pickaxe, and his black hair steaming hot in the soft winter sun. As a new town, a snow wave of this magnitude is truly devastating.

"Michael always said that I was thin and weak, and I didn't even have a muscle, and I didn't feel like a spellcaster, and I didn't think it was healthy."

Her tone was softer, "Do you need my help?" ”

"Yes." Annan, who did not know what politeness was, said: "Xingyue Bay is underpopulated, and it is too late to build the city wall before the snow tide arrives, and I need workers, thousands of workers. ”

"In an hour, open the teleportation array."

Annan estimated that the mana recovery should be possible according to the speed at which he poured the potions. Barely able to ......

The financial resources can support it, but the stomach cannot.

"Is Breezy in danger?"

"The walls of Breeze City can't even push the rat tide."

Annan agrees that the hot-tempered legendary mage with a small heart can melt this snow tide with just his anger.

The cold wind pouring into the study made Olmedo's hair flutter: "There is also bad news, the team that delivered the supplies has lost contact. They're unlucky, and the 'New Year's gift' you sent to the fortress is gone. ”

"Next time, then. Is this disaster fortress okay? ”

"Don't worry, the Snow Mountain Fortress has gathered the most elite warriors of all races and the strongest city walls, and it will never fall."

Annan looked warily at the snow-capped mountains - the mist raised by the snow tide still shrouded the snowy peaks, and nothing could be seen, "The last mage tower has fallen......"

"It's just a magic image, isn't it?"

Olmedo wondered why Annan was pessimistic, just because of the phrase "never sink"? At the end of the portal, when the portal was about to dissipate, she suddenly said seriously: "Survive this crisis, and you will get the foundation of a territory." ”

"What?"

"The loyalty of your people."

(End of chapter)