A strange world

Chapter 177 Section 31. What you value

January 1, 999 in the Saint Laurent Calendar-Holy Human Federation Council

Hundreds of human monarchs gathered in the palace. These kings and monarchs wearing crowns, golden veils, and holding staffs argued with red faces, making the sacred human temple look like a market.

"quiet……"

"My country is flooding..."

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

"The rat things... are not good. I will drive out all the rat things... without leaving a single one behind. The rat things, die! Die!"

"Why did a rat-man sneak in?"

"quiet!"

"The gods no longer respond to us..."

"Our warriors are no match for the Skaven's corruption."

"You bastard of the Ronces family, if you let a vampire in again, I will crush your balls!"

Dang——dang——dang——

The reverberating bells interrupted the discussions of the illusory figures, and they focused on the thirteen thrones and their outlines in the center of the circular hall, which were either made of dead bones, or made of gold, trees, iron ore, mud and other materials.

However, the clay seat was vacant, and the king's shadow was missing.

A loud voice echoed in the hall:

"The turmoil is coming, and the gods are avoiding it. We, the thirteen supreme kings, propose that the human race implement the alien order."

"Seconded."

"Seconded."

"Tell them to go back to their own territory!"

"No! My country is one-third dwarves and one-third orcs!"

"Isn't there still a third of the people left?"

"The remaining third is one-third vampires, and the other third is rat-men."

"heresy!"

The few who resisted were drowned in the second proposal, and a law sweeping across the human kingdom was coming like a snow wave.

…

Xingyue Bay is facing a physical snow wave.

The nascent morning light turned the terrifying clouds and fog covering the entire north of the snow-capped mountains into a beautiful light golden color, and the thick fog covering the snow-capped mountains became lighter than it was a few dozen minutes ago.

It is inevitable that the snow that has accumulated for thousands of years will fall off. Olmedo sends a mage to Linhai to investigate, and Annan has to make a choice during this period: Send all the people in the territory to Breeze City for refuge or resist?

The snow tide should subside in the forest, but if the vast forest cannot stop it, under the snow tide, there will be no difference between a forest and a town.

The citizens were in dire straits, and their response was to ask for the city wall to be built.

When all the people in the territory spontaneously gathered outside the big log house, anxiously and expectantly waiting for Annan's order, he suddenly realized that this was the territory he was interested in, but it was the new home of those who had lost their homes, and the place where they would live, grow old, sick and die. Where they will thrive, where they will fight.

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

"Ely Gravel."

Annan called out to the half-dwarf who was drowned in the crowd: "How much cement do we have?"

"About... tens of thousands of pounds."

This is still the production capacity brought by Breeze City's blacksmith shop, but it is not enough to erect a city wall to withstand the snow wave.

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

Eli Rubble's answer is that a one-meter-wide wall cannot exceed one meter - Soruman Bronzebeard can easily climb over it.

Amid the eager gazes of the people in the territory, Annan looked at Francois: "You lead all the male people in the territory to mine limestone."

"Okay, Lord Lord!"

Francois set off with the cheering citizens.

"Eli Gravel, you and the craftsmen and female leaders make cement."

The half-dwarves took away the remaining people.

The city wall was sited on the edge of the bay, and the glacial river on the outside could be used as a ditch to intercept the wood carried by the snow tide. But this section of the river must be melted first.

No one was idle, Blom and the knights of the captain of the guard were also requisitioned, and even Annan rushed to the quarry to pound the limestone with an iron pick. The result is that everyone works hard.

The harvest of Annan's treatment of his subjects was also revealed at this moment: those new subjects who had just come to Xingyue Bay and had not had enough food for a few days, were weak and malnourished, quickly exhausted themselves, while the previous batch of subjects waved their hands enthusiastically. The iron pickaxes and crushed ores were continuously carried back to Xingyue Bay by the knights' horses.

When I sweat, I take off my cotton-padded clothes and continue working in the heat and mist in the cold winter.

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

Dragging the pickaxe to the edge amid the respect of the people, Annan released the spell.

Olmedo, who appeared on the other side of the portal, said directly: "The arrival of the snow wave is inevitable, and it should arrive in three to five days."

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

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

"Are you working too?"

As he spoke, Olmedo saw Annan holding an iron pickaxe, and his black hair was steaming under the soft winter sun. As a new town, a snow wave of this scale is indeed like a catastrophe.

"Michael always says that I am thin and weak and don't even have any muscles. I don't look like a spell caster. I also think this is not healthy."

Her tone became gentler again: "Do you need my help?"

"Need." Annan, who didn't know what politeness was, said, "Xingyue Bay has insufficient population and there is no time to build the city wall before the snow wave arrives. I need workers, thousands of workers."

"After an hour, open the teleportation array."

Annan estimated that the magic power could be restored, and based on the speed at which he poured the magic potion, it should be possible. Barely ok...

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

"Is Breeze City in danger?"

"Not even a rat tide can move the walls of Breeze City."

Annan agreed quite a bit. The legendary mage with a hot temper and a small mind could melt this snow tide with just his anger.

The cold wind rushing into the study made Olmedo's hair flutter: "There is also bad news. The team transporting supplies has lost contact. They are in danger, and the 'New Year's gift' you sent to the fortress has also been ruined."

"Then let's do it next time. Is this disaster fortress okay?"

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

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

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

Olmedo wondered why Annan was pessimistic. Is it because of the phrase "never sink"? At the end when the portal was about to dissipate, she suddenly said seriously: "After this crisis, you will gain the foundation of a territory."

"What?"

"The loyalty of your people."