The simple but generous dinner pleased everyone, especially the elderly slave gladiators, who had been resold by slave traders for an unknown number of times, who put on bloody performances in several Colosseums, and who occasionally had the opportunity to make a lot of money from their bosses, and whose treatment improved slightly, and who were usually coarse grains that did not even eat pigs in ordinary days.

Knowing that he was sitting here, his followers would not be able to let go, so after a few simple uses, he got up and returned to his own tent to rest.

Before leaving, he stretched out his hand to call the four henchmen who had been the first to follow him and successfully transferred to the tenants of the manor, and asked them to arrange their own candidates for the vigil rotation, and spread the order to wait for the day through their mouths.

The priest of the sun god, Madiv, originally wanted to get up and leave, but in view of the urgent need to develop believers, he had to stay, so he gave up the high seat and mingled with the crowd.

After the unfathomable strength of the magician master left, the mood of the slave gladiator suddenly relaxed, and the atmosphere was no longer tense, and there were pleasant laughter, and even meat jokes were said.

The Sun Priest Medif, who had lived in seclusion in the Misty Mountains for many years due to the loss of the source of faith, was well aware of what was happening in the nearby Wheat Plains, and even though he had now regained his connection with the gods and once again possessed the ability to perform divine magic, considering that the people around him were rare potential believers, he had to warn the slave gladiators as a passerby.

Of course, I can't tell the whole truth, but I just shake out what happened in the Wheat Plains in the recent past.

In the case of half a year, for example, what happened in the Wheat Plain can be called a sharp turn for the worse and unprecedented chaos.

Two months ago, in the heart of the Wheat Plains, Baiozantium was bathed in holy light and held two of the top ten knights of the New World. However, overnight, the most important branch of the Holy Light Sect in the New World was completely destroyed by the six masters of the Magician Alliance, using forbidden spells far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"It's hard for me to imagine that the wheat plains of the Plains could have become as dilapidated as they are now. We are now not far out of the Misty Mountains, on the edge of the Wheat Plains, and if you look closely at the surroundings, there is a piece of ground that is flat, all of which are of different heights, and the top and bottom are dislocated, and the rocks are bare, and the ground is in tatters like folds. ”

Sun Priestess Medif couldn't help but shake his head: "It is said that the spell that caused this large-scale terrain change originated from Master Benjamin Barton, the Earth Shaker, the king of the Earth Elemental Realm, who used the Seven Rings Magic, the Earthquake Technique, and even used the artifact to increase the power of the spell. ”

Speaking of which, the slave gladiators around who gradually stopped eating, since most of them were from Little Rock, were well aware of the most famous magicians in the city, and the relationship between this master and their masters.

So, some people couldn't help muttering, and the sun priest Medif, who had sharp ears, vaguely heard the gossip of many people around him, and after summing up, he was surprised to find that the noble magician he had followed in the past few days was actually a disciple of Master Benjamin Patton.

"This ...... How is that possible? I remember that Master Benjamin Barton was only the king of the earth elemental realm, but his disciple Jaen Lothlin knew how to use any system of magic! Is the legend true? When all magicians come to earth, the magic age will reach its peak. Grace Loslin, the youngest son of a frontier nobleman, really has such a magnificent instrument and pattern?"

The Sun Priestess Medif didn't want to believe it, but for the sake of his own interests, Madif allowed him to spread the faith in the Pioneer Realm under his name, and for the sake of his own interests, Madif supported the noble magician to push his career to the highest peak.

"Anyway, having built the shrine and restoring contact with the gods, I'm already deeply tied to Ron Lotrin. Even if it's a tattered canoe with leaks everywhere, I have to do my best to help him and make up for the shortcomings, whether it's to help him or fill in the gaps, and make sure he gets through to the end. ”

The Sun Priest Medif secretly made up his mind, so he didn't hesitate anymore, looked around at the potential believers around him, and felt that only two hundred people were too few, even if he built a knight leader of the lowest standard, there would be at least five hundred people, including craftsmen with unique skills, no less than twenty people.

Butlers, clerks, judges, accountants, and so on may not be in a hurry to find someone, blacksmiths, stonemasons, tailors, cobblers, weavers, handlebars, plows, cowherds, grooms, dog officers, cooks, and so on.

Now the militarized slave gladiators may be more than enough to launch a small-scale siege and plunder, but they are not good at running a simple farm, they only have muscles in their heads, and they only know how to fight and kill, so they cannot settle down and start a new life.

Madiv, the priestess of the sun, felt that he couldn't grasp the thoughts of the noble magician, so that all the tendons appeared in his head, and it was obvious that he really tried to think about it.

At this moment, the melodious sound of piccolo from the largest tent in the temporary settlement soothed the irritability in the hearts of the people, and made the sun priest, who did not hesitate to break the casserole and ask the question, dispelled his distractions and gradually calmed down.

"Whew...... I almost went astray. As a disciple of the Earth Shaker, he must have made a comprehensive plan in advance for the development of the Wheat Plains, and I should not have delved too deeply, it would be too presumptuous to do so. ”

When Madiv, the priestess of the sun, calmed down, he drank the last sip of the fish soup, got up and left the open-air dining hall, and walked to his tent.

After the two big men walked away, even though the flute just now cooled down the lively atmosphere a lot, the slave gladiators who were completely released had no psychological burden, and soon the conversation became more and more interesting, and they talked and laughed again.

I don't know how long it has been, the bread simmering in the embers of the stove has been eaten, the clay pot for boiling fish soup has also seen the bottom, and the night breeze of late autumn is getting stronger, urging the slave gladiators who have eaten a full meal to sleep as soon as possible.

Fergus, the most senior spearman, stretched out his hand and summoned four people, asked them to take turns on duty at night, and promised them that they would be able to sleep lazily tomorrow morning without getting up to work.

"Actually, you don't need to be on night duty at all. His Excellency Awn Lothlin has placed sentry guards near his temporary settlement, and if a beast or a fallen or even a demon approaches him, they will be the first to notice and warn the magician. Your role is to sound the bell and drum to wake up all the people in the settlement when you sense the danger is approaching. Got it?"

Fergus, the spearman, said it so clearly, who else didn't understand? The four slave gladiators who had been drawn immediately nodded their heads and discussed how to arrange the order of the shifts.

One head and one tail are the best, but the first half of the night and the second half of the night are the hardest, especially when it is close to dawn, and the whole person is languishing like a dehydrated fish.

Fergus, the spearman, looked at their bargaining and couldn't help but think of himself not long ago, and couldn't help but look back at his brother who was in trouble for life and death, and nodded slightly.

At that time, everyone rushed to give the hardest time to others, and this scene made the magician master at that time praise.

Turning his head, Fergus, the spearman, looked at the night watchmen who had just reacted and made a polite gesture to each other: "These people are not too stupid! ”

After some verbal theory, the four selected slave gladiators finally arranged the order of the shift. Fogels, the pikeman, feared the cold of the night, and was granted permission to warm up with a poncho wrapped in a poncho, a little jerky, and a glass of rum.

With such a generous treatment, not to mention the four people who were chosen, even the slave gladiators who walked nearby were moved.