Emperor of Arcane

The enemy is getting closer!

The prisoners became anxious. ▲𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑒 Search for 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑚Read▲

They looked at the completed teleportation circle in panic, and were about to crowd forward.

Before Tyrell could say anything to stop him, dozens of elves around him rushed forward.

Obviously, there are always some guys who just want to run faster when a crisis comes.

Then, they flew back one after another.

He fell to the ground, vomiting blood and screaming.

The gray elf reformed warrior who showed no mercy slowly lowered his fists, scanned the restless prisoners with stern eyes, and preached the established discipline:

"If anyone dares to continue to mess around, they will stay here and wait to die."

"Since you have chosen to join us, then be honest and obedient."

"Everyone line up together. This is your first lesson when you join us. You will line up a lot in the future!"

"They will be the last ones to leave. I hope you don't join them!"

Listening to the screams and wails of these guys, all the prisoners immediately calmed down.

Under the command of the gray elf transformed warrior, they obediently formed two teams.

Tyrell looked at their merciless actions and understood their behavior, silently thinking about their next plan.

If there's order, it'll be fine...

"kill……!"

"Get 'em!"

"rush!!"

At this moment, dozens of minotaurs burst out of the darkness!

Their eyes were red and their bodies were red, like wild beasts. They were obviously affected by the Mind Flayer's mind spells.

The prisoners were unprepared for their arrival.

"Ruined……"

"Is it over already?"

"late……"

"We're going to die!"

"Why were you delaying just now..."

"..."

It was beyond their expectations.

The gray elf transformed warrior who had acted very coldly just now actually took the initiative to greet him.

The light of the teleportation array lit up, and the first batch of prisoners couldn't wait to step inside.

Others couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Tyrell, whose mind was wandering, turned to look at the battle behind him.

He noticed that just a dozen gray elf transformed warriors were able to suppress dozens of minotaurs.

And, he cut off the heads of the minotaurs one by one.

powerful!

horrible!

However, behind those minotaurs, there are more and taller monsters, heading towards the bottom.

Tyrell did a simple calculation and found that when the other party arrived, at least 1/5 of the prisoners would still be unable to be teleported away.

It's too late!

He couldn't help turning his head and said to Sera who was standing next to the teleportation array:

"I still have fighting ability, I can stay and help!"

After giving him a flat look, Sera replied in a calm and confident tone:

"You are too weak, there is no need."

"Only after you have received training will you be qualified to fight alongside us."

Sera said as she walked towards the charging monsters.

Tyrell gritted his teeth after being ignored, and stepped into the teleportation array helplessly under the sharp eyes of the gray elf transformation warrior.

The tight and twisted squeezing feeling slowly dissipated, Tyrell opened his eyes, and before he could react, he was pushed forward:

"Go forward and don't interfere with the teleportation array."

Tyrell couldn't help but move forward.

He saw a dark world and ruins illuminated by a bonfire.

In the center of the bonfire, fully armed Fang turned his head with a smile.

Her long silver hair was slightly flowing, and a faint smile appeared on her resolute and perfect face.

She looked at the embarrassed and confused prisoners and raised her hands high.

Looking at the prisoners who knelt down involuntarily, he said in a voice full of majesty:

"Welcome to be my subordinate!"

Tyrell felt the other party's substantial dragon power, his whole body trembled involuntarily, and he shouted crazily in his heart:

"She's a real dragon!"

"What is their purpose?"

Tyrell didn't get the answer he wanted.

As the Gray Elf transformation warriors returned one after another, the light of the teleportation array gradually extinguished.

The death threats seemed to disappear at this moment.

Shaking her numb wrist, Sera thoughtfully recalled the powerful counterattack she had just fought with the half-giant elite warriors.

She gained more knowledge and understanding of the strength of the Mind Flayer army.

The injured gray elf transformed warriors began to bandage their wounds.

However, Tyrell was keenly aware that the vitality of the gray elf transformed warrior was not greatly affected by the injury.

This shows what?

They could be pretending to be injured!

It is also very possible that he only suffered minor injuries!

Who is this to protect against?

Tyrell, who thought he could clear up many doubts by gathering more information, became increasingly confused.

There were so many secrets that he couldn't figure them out.

Seeing that all the personnel had returned, Yaya slowly regained his majestic aura, noticed a pair of fearful and frightened eyes, and said directly in a clear voice:

"This used to be the capital of the gray dwarf kingdom, but now it has become a ruin. This is the evil caused by the Mind Flayer Empire."

"I am the lord of the Bay Territory, a true dragon. You can call me Lord Lord."

"You must be confused now, but it doesn't matter. Soon you won't have the mind to think about other things."

"Let's start making arrangements. Our tasks are very heavy and our time is very tight."

As soon as Yaya finished speaking, a huge and terrifying figure slowly emerged from the dark ruins in the distance.

Unspeakable fear suddenly appeared in everyone's heart, and even Tyrell couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Seeing that the terrifying black shadow was getting closer and closer, Yaya turned around, and after another burst of golden light, he turned into a real dragon more than 20 meters long, and pounced straight into the darkness in the distance.

The terrifying black shadow was carried away into the distance by Yaya who rushed towards it.

As imagined, the earth-shattering roar and the aftermath of the battle did not come.

Some, just silence.

All the prisoners felt their hearts beating wildly, and their hearts could not calm down for a long time.

It never occurred to them.

The one who saved them turned out to be a real dragon.

These powerful and very special warriors in front of me are actually the subordinates of the real dragon.

Many prisoners had bursts of ecstasy in their eyes.

They also did not expect that they would actually see the powerful and mysterious true dragon in their lifetime, and be lucky enough to join her.

Some of the more knowledgeable prisoners even murmured quite excitedly:

"The great lord is a silver dragon, and at least he has a legendary rank. We must be saved."

This was said by a drow spellcaster.

"After 5 years of work, we can regain our freedom?"

"Why do we want to regain our freedom? We want to always work under the wings of the great master..."

This is the true expression of several high-level jackal warriors.

"This is the Holy City? How did it become like this?"

This is the gray dwarf who has woken up.

"There is nothing here, will you be hungry?"

"The great true dragon is too powerful. It shouldn't let us starve..."

This was the ogre sitting limply on the ground, and was soon dominated by his stomach.

"Gulf Territory? True Dragon? Where is this territory? Why have I never heard of it?"

"It's useless to talk more. Five years will pass quickly. Saving your life is the best situation."

"The great true dragon is so beautiful. It's a pity that I can't draw her majestic figure without pen and paper..."

"I want to make a statue for him. I think she will like it very much and maybe let me go back..."

"What is the mission? Fight against the mind flayer army?"

"Are you kidding? We are not enough to fill our teeth with the Mind Flayer army. Even the Gray Dwarf Empire lost to them..."

"..."

The noisy discussions among his compatriots quickly brought Tyrell back to his senses.

Unlike most elven civilians, Tyrell had heard of the reputation of the Gulf Territory and was aware of Yaya's identity.

But he never expected that the Gulf Territory, which had just been established two years ago, would actually have such a powerful and terrifying force.

The soldiers Tyrell observed basically had high-level peak combat effectiveness.

The ratio of extraordinary ranks is even more exaggerated, reaching at least 4:1.

Judging from their battle performance just now.

Even if it is still unable to defeat the half-giant army, it is already stronger than many elite teams in the Cole Elf Kingdom.

The terrifying strength displayed by Yaya is not inferior to some legendary strong men.

She will undoubtedly become stronger in the future, and may even become the king and the pinnacle of power.

The Gulf Territory, which was so powerful, had no dealings with the elves in Tyrell's memory.

There is even a vague news that the Gulf Territory is the driving force behind the underground forces' invasion of the Cole Elf Kingdom.

The El elves, who are at war with the Cole Elf Kingdom, have received combat material support from the Gulf Territory.

He recalled the combat capabilities and style of the special force of the Gulf Leader just now.

It was found that they were more powerful and professional than the special forces of the Cole Elf Kingdom.

After all, even the elite team of the Cole Elf Kingdom is not capable of matching several spellcasters.

Just as everyone was talking about it, Sera, who had adjusted her condition, walked up to them, pointed at the people with different thoughts and said:

"Okay, we are indeed lucky today. With the protection of the lord, everyone survived, but we will not be so lucky in the future..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone immediately realized the hidden message.

Yaya will not always protect them, and they will most likely face that terrible danger next.

The heart that was originally put down immediately became high.

Without giving them a chance to speak, Farmir, who had already prepared Sera's team, waved his hand and continued in a harsh tone:

"In order for you to live well, we will ask for your personal information next."

"Don't try to lie to us!"

"Those who have a sense of luck will give priority to the most dangerous tasks."

"Explore dangerous ruins..."

The majesty and momentum of Sera's true character easily suppressed these prisoners who had experienced ups and downs.

Under everyone's curious gaze, Farmir put down two silver-white metal blocks from the storage space.

Click! Click! Click!

The silver-white metal block was activated after Farmir stretched out his hand. In the sound of metal collision, it slowly transformed into two burly steel golems.

A bright red light emitted from the head of the steel golem, scanning everyone.

Licking his lips slightly, Famir faced the confused and different faces, subconsciously straightened his face, and imitated Sera's attitude and said coldly:

"Everyone line up and come forward to register information."

As soon as I heard the word queue.

They immediately recalled those unlucky guys just now.

They were sitting on the ground with pale faces. They were not dead, but their condition was not much better.

Everyone immediately became well-behaved, having seen the strength of the Gulf Territory soldiers and the terrifying power of their teeth.

No one wants to get into trouble!

"Name?"

"Wolf fangs."

"age?"

"17 years old."

"Are you a professional?"

"Level 12 warrior."

"Where are you from? Why were you caught by the gray dwarves?"

"Dark Mine, they took me as a slave."

"What are your specialties in life?"

"Um...does peeling count?"

"Fine, but you need more professional skills training and go to the back to queue up to get clothes."

The tall and burly senior jackal Langya was very cooperative in Farmir's questioning.

This jackal with a very keen sense could vaguely sense the huge danger coming from the steel golem.

And because of his admiration for Yaya, he naturally has no other thoughts.

The second person to step forward was Drizzt, the drow mage.

While he was answering the question, he felt very subtle spell fluctuations.

He immediately suppressed the urge to lie and told his information truthfully.

"Usol City, drow elf level 13 senior mage!"

Farmir was not curious about his identity and continued to let him queue in the back.

Drizzt, who relaxed slightly, carefully looked at his burly compatriot, who was two heads taller than him.

He could clearly sense that there was something "wrong" with the other person's body, but he didn't see any traces of body modification.

Such a discovery made him very excited.

The thirst for knowledge can sometimes exceed the nature of the race.

The third person who came forward for questioning was a gorgeously dressed elf.

When he was asked about his identity, he hesitated for a moment and said that he was an elf soldier.

As soon as he finished speaking, the steel golem that stood motionless grabbed him.

Under his horrified gaze, it said in a majestic and terrifying voice:

"You lied!"

The elf had a look of panic on his face, fearing that he would be crushed under the steel film.

Just as he was about to answer truthfully, he found that his hands and feet had been tied up.

He was hung from an upright pole.

Farmir glanced at this compatriot flatly, suppressed his inner discomfort, and said in a cold tone:

"Let me tell you again, don't lie in front of me. The price of lying will be serious."

"He will be on the most dangerous one-season development squad after training, with a high mortality rate."

"According to observations, the challenge level there is as high as 11. With his strength, the chance of survival is not very high..."

Everyone behind them swallowed.

They immediately realized that the two steel golems were not just "bodyguards", but were probably using monitoring magic.

Many people who try to hide information immediately throw away any thoughts they shouldn't have.

The original identity information is of little use to them now.

Telling the truth honestly is the most likely way to survive!

Even the drow spellcasters obeyed obediently and were not treated any differently.

Then they should have no problem!

When it was Tyrell's turn, Farmir did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at him deeply, gave him an honest look, and asked the same question as before:

"Name."

"Tyriel-Moonlight."

"age?"

"43 years old."

"Are you a professional?"

"Level 18 Ranger... Also, I seem to have just awakened my psychic powers..."

When answering this question, Tyrell considered hiding it.

However, he did not make this irrational choice after all, but told the truth.

Tyrell clearly saw the surprise and relief in Farmir's eyes.

His face didn't change much.

Obviously, he made the right decision.

After recording the information, Farmir asked Tyrell:

"Identity? Origin?"

"The Elf Kingdom of Cole, the Moonlight Family. The sixteenth heir."

"32nd Legion, Commander of the 48th Brigade."

"Defeated and captured by the gray dwarf elite troops..."

Hearing his long origin, Farmir's eyes flashed with a little shock.

It never occurred to her.

The seemingly ordinary elf in front of me is actually the royal family of the Cole Elf Kingdom!

Moreover, he is also the heir of the Moonlight Family.

There are only princesses in the Elven Kingdom of Cole. There is no prince.

However, the patriarch of the Moonlight Family has an 80% probability of becoming the king of the Cole Elf Kingdom.

Even if he is not elected as king, he will definitely become the speaker of the Elf Parliament.

It can be said that the most powerful and noble family in the Elf Kingdom of Cole is the Moonlight Family where Tyrell belongs...

Farmir, who thought he could find a helper, was surprised, complicated, and helpless.

I thought I was looking for a helper, but I didn't expect it was a bomb!

The nervous Farmir thought that Sera, after hearing this information, would treat Tyrell differently and even imprison him.

But this didn't happen!

Sera seemed to hear an ordinary professional, but was very interested in the spiritual power activated in him, and asked directly:

"When did you activate your psychic powers?"

Feeling the dull pain in his head, Tyrell looked into Sera's plain, deep and stressful eyes and answered without hesitation:

"This one almost had his brain eaten by the Mind Flayer, and was interrupted by you, sir. He awakened when he was rescued..."

Tyrell could clearly feel something strange flashing in Sera's eyes.

He immediately realized that psychic energy had special significance to the Gulf Territory.

But before he could think clearly, he heard Sera waving to him and saying:

"You can join the Gulf Territory right away. Even if it is temporary, there is no need to be too formal."

"Here with us. Except for the lord, everyone is equal."

Are all people equal?

Everyone who heard this blinked, a little bit of confusion and disbelief flashing in their eyes.

These words, spoken from the mouth of a powerful drow elf, had an extremely weird charm.

However, they are completely unable to refute, and they dare not!

Just keep these words in your heart silently.

They are not young people, so they can naturally make their own judgments.

Seeing that Tyrell did not receive special treatment, he still went to the front to line up.

Others were completely relieved and truthfully explained their information and situation.

Interestingly, when asked about his life and production expertise.

Almost everyone has one or two very good specialized abilities.

In particular, elves who are not outstanding in combat ability often master skills such as tailoring, cooking, music, and music.

Farmir knew why they were so cooperative.

Because they all feel that as long as they can show higher value, they will not be abandoned casually.

The reason why they did this should be the result of Terry's careful communication with them just now.

Farmer breathed a sigh of relief.

That idiot is still useful!

After everyone registered, they discovered other soldiers from the Gulf Territory. They have all scattered around.

There are only forty or fifty staff members left, busy in this ruins.

Tyrell watched helplessly as more than a dozen golems over 5 meters high mixed weird mud and water together.

Pour into a model built from wood.

In just a few dozen breaths, the special soil quickly solidified.

Less than 2 hours.

A cement warehouse more than 4 meters high, 10 meters wide and 30 meters long was built.

The staff who had been prepared in advance put a lot of daily necessities into the warehouse.

Everyone who was queuing up got their ID badges.

Their information is simply recorded above, as well as their temporary numbers.

"Everyone gets a suit of clothes."

"Go to your respective washrooms to shower and change."

"Everyone has to wash, and if they don't want to, then report it to the staff."

"They'll use the Cleansing Technique on you."

"Next, you will enjoy your first meal.

"You have 1 hour to eat."

"You can think carefully about your first job and mission in the ruined stronghold."

Farmer posted notices written in multiple languages ​​outside the warehouse to inform those who were queuing up to get their clothes changed. The temporary workers shouted:

"For the selected task direction, you will all receive corresponding vocational training in the future."

"During this period, you have an opportunity to make changes while enjoying free food and accommodation."

"However, once the training is over, the subsequent food and accommodation expenses will have to be paid out of your own pocket."

"All debts owed. Will be recorded."

"Of course, Gulf Territory will recycle all valuable items you collect and give you a fair and reasonable recycling price."

"In addition, because the situation here is quite dangerous, it will cost more to use the teleportation circle to transport materials."

"So please complete the task as soon as possible and get more achievements, so as to enjoy higher discounts on food consumption. You can even enjoy free food and accommodation forever."

Tyrell read the notice carefully, and the situation in which they were sent to die as cannon fodder did not appear. Instead, he felt a little weird.

"Cleaning rocks costs 5 silver coins per day and requires a professional level of 6 and 200 people."

"Building a wall costs 20 silver coins per day and requires a professional level of 8 and 300 people."

"Exploring the ruins, 30 gold coins per day, requires professional level 16. 100 people."

"Cooking food costs 2 silver coins per day and requires 10 intermediate chefs."

"Processing magic materials, 60 silver coins per day, requires intermediate skinning, intermediate gathering, 30 people."

"Forging workers, 50 silver coins per day, need intermediate forging, 50 people."

"Magic item manufacturing personnel, 10 gold coins per day, require advanced magic item manufacturing major, no upper limit."

"Engineering team members, 10 silver coins per day, need intermediate golem command training, 500 people."

"Agricultural planting personnel, 12 silver coins per day, require intermediate agricultural planting training, no upper limit."

"Arms factory recruitment, 3 silver coins per day, factory work training required, no upper limit."

"Pharmacy factory recruitment, 4 silver coins per day, pharmacy processing training required, no upper limit."

"Golem Factory..."

"Druid Research Institute..."

"Magic Items Research Institute..."

The abundant job opportunities beyond everyone's expectations made them involuntarily feel dazed.

There are ruins in front of us, and ruins wrapped in fog outside. Can it really accommodate so many jobs in the Gulf Territory?

Compared to most people's doubts, Tyrell has deeper thoughts.

The Gulf Territory's level of care for this ruins has obviously reached a very high level.

With so many jobs and factory plans, it’s obvious that something big is going to happen here.

Just as they were thinking about it, they entered the bathroom of Bay Territory unknowingly.

Even though Tyrell was prepared, he was still surprised by the many items inside.

A powerful soap that removes dirt and bacteria.

A water heater that sprays comfortably warm water.

Dryer for hair cleaning.

There is also the simplest and most convenient cleansing generator.

Tyrell didn't "check" for too long. He showed some special circumstances today and didn't want to be "remembered" anymore.

Even so, when Tyrell put on his gray-black overalls, he couldn't help but caress the tight cotton fabric.

He looked at its composition carefully, a little bit of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

The manufacturing capabilities of the Gulf Territory far exceeded his expectations.

He had a hunch that this inconspicuous information was more important than the information he got from the mind flayer.

However, it is very likely that this will not attract the attention of the Elf Council.

The Arcanists have the final say in the Netheril Empire, and the development of civilians is completely ignored.

The Elven Kingdom of Cole, which serves as a model for the Netherese Empire, actually went even further.

Even if there are some talents among the common people who have good spellcasting talents, they will not receive a good spellcasting inheritance.

The upper elf mages will only treat them as tools.

The legendary elf mage!

Materials and techniques for spellcasting and spellcasting!

Only then will they be valued by the Cole Elf Kingdom.

This is why. The reason why the Netheril Empire was not targeted by the Cole Elf Kingdom until it developed the Great Arcanist System and the Floating City.

Tyrell is certain.

Even if there is no legendary-level spellcaster in the Gulf Territory now!

There is no mage tower!

Its true production capacity and threat level have also reached a very strong level.

Unfortunately, only he knew the news, and he did not have the ability to "escape" from here.

To be more precise, he still needs the protection of the Gulf Territory to save his life.

Most elves are self-taught in using the magic props in the bathroom.

They made some oohs and aahs about how practical these things were made by Bay Neck.

However, when the elves tasted their dinner, a little bitterness appeared on their faces involuntarily.

There was no Bay Leader who was a very good cook, but he simply made some lean meat porridge, bread + bone soup, and a fist-sized piece of meat for everyone.

Of course, more bread and dried fish will be prepared for larger individuals of ogres and minotaurs.

This was the best meal these prisoners had since being captured by the gray dwarves.

Finished dinner.

The Bay Territory didn't give these guys much chance to think and discuss.

Let them choose jobs, positions, and tasks.

They soon discovered that the most suitable "combatants" for professionals were not currently available for selection.

but. They also received Sera’s explanation:

"In the process of professional skills and work task training, everyone will be provided with professional training and soldier cooperation training."

"The main content of the training is to ensure that everyone can survive as much as possible while completing the mission."

The powerful Sera naturally has the right to speak and let these guys start training obediently.

Temporary workers learn various knowledge and skills hard.

But what they didn't expect was.

The knowledge taught to them by Bay Collar is not only very practical, but also extremely easy to learn.

Moreover, it is very helpful for professionals.

Senior professionals have very deep feelings in this regard.

The Gulf Territory has a very special way of imparting knowledge, first checking the skills and expertise mastered by all professions.

After confirming their mastery, some basic skills and expertise will be given in a targeted manner.

After these professionals have studied.

You will be pleasantly surprised to find that according to the Gulf Leader's learning method, they can master these skills and expertise at an extremely fast speed, making up for their basic deficiencies.

By making up for the lack of foundation, they have the motivation and inspiration to break through their existing strength and move to a higher level.

My feelings about the Gulf Territory quickly changed from being intimidated and fearful at the beginning to looking forward to and wanting to gain more complexity.

What makes all professionals even more concerned is that the Gulf Territory soon announced the conditions for learning the skills and expertise of more advanced professionals.

More gold coins, higher achievements!

To put it simply, do more tasks and create more value for the Gulf Territory!

Want to become stronger?

Just help the Gulf Territory do more tasks!

As a result, the temporary workers in the ruined stronghold actively or passively joined the mission of the Gulf Territory.

Soon, more and more people were busy in the ruined stronghold.

Large areas of ruins were cleared.

Ruins one after another were evacuated.

Stacked rocks turned to dirt.

They were mixed into the magic cement according to the shape desired by the Bay Territory, and became part of the walls and buildings.

There are many good things hidden in the ruins.

Weapons and equipment left behind in the ruins of a duergar house.

Some remaining magic equipment and props.

This can allow temporary workers who explore the ruins to gain quite good results.

Of course, considering their current strength and numbers, Sera did not arrange for them to act alone.

These temporary workers are usually assigned 2 to 3 gray elf transformation warriors from the Gulf Territory.

That unfortunate liar did not survive.

He became the first temporary worker to die, and he will also be the one remembered by everyone.

Don't be stupid!

Through the excavation of these ruins, most of the temporary workers also understood that there is not much danger in this area for the time being.

In order to earn more money and achievements, they decisively accelerated the construction process of the ruins stronghold.

A small fortress rose from the ruins.

In less than 10 days, it was set up.

The large teleportation array has been built, and the first batch of teleported machinery and factory equipment has begun to be assembled and put into operation.

The first to arrange production was the military factory needed by the Gulf leadership and all temporary workers.

However, there is no shortage of equipment and personnel in the military factory for the time being.

Gray dwarves and dwarves are both excellent blacksmiths. After simple training, they can dominate the operation of the entire arsenal.

However, the lack of raw materials is the biggest problem facing the entire ruined stronghold.

"So, it was just a patrol mission for us to adapt to before, and now it will be a more dangerous combat mission?"

Tyrell looked at the map, recalling the weak undead he encountered in his daily life, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

Stroking the slightly shiny staff, Drizzt recalled the advanced staffs in the Explorers Guild and nodded expectantly:

"Yes, we are very likely to encounter magical creatures that come here to hunt, or even the army left by the Mind Flayer..."

Wolf Ya, who was sharpening his sword on the side, slowly closed his eyes, recalling the fighting skills he had learned in the past few days.

This was the first time he knew.

Fighting is not just a competition of strength and will to kill, but also a collision of fighting skills and combat experience.

As long as you can complete the task, or turn in more harvests during the completion of the task.

He can learn more advanced combat techniques and skills.

Lang Ya suddenly felt that staying in the Gulf Territory would have a much better future than going to other places. He shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Anyway, we will face it sooner or later. It's better to make contact with the gray elves while the adults are still here, realize the shortcomings, and we can make up for it in the future."

After hearing this, Drizzt also nodded, recalling the many spells and techniques provided by the Gulf Territory, and couldn't help but said excitedly:

"That's right, with a few of them here, the most we can get hurt is, as long as we are careful we can save our lives, so why not become stronger as soon as possible?"

After hearing what the two of them said, Tyrell soon realized that they had gradually accepted employment from the Gulf Territory.

The reason is simple, the rewards are so generous!

For professionals who have no family power, no organizational inheritance, and not much wealth.

A force like the Gulf Territory, which "as long as it completes its tasks, it can continue to learn and become stronger quickly" is too attractive to them.

Early morning on the second day.

A few of them participated in the ruins exploration mission organized by the Gulf Territory.

I actually encountered a group of ogre slaves left behind by the mind flayers.

However, after killing two ogres that went completely berserk.

They were a little surprised to find that the Gulf Territory was using food to recruit and surrender the remaining dozens of ogres.

There are many examples of ogres becoming mercenaries.

However, because most ogres are not very smart, those who successfully become mercenaries are often the smarter ones.

Moreover, everyone knows that the ruins stronghold in the Gulf Territory is short of food, and with dozens of pot-bellied men, can it really persist?

The result was beyond their expectations. Not only did the Gulf Territory successfully recruit dozens of ogres.

They were also given quite generous rewards.

This is much more rewarding than if they kill some magical creatures and hand over some magic props.

After learning about the situation from them, many temporary workers also became interested in capturing various magical creatures and intelligent creatures.

In just a few days, they cleaned up the surrounding area.

A branch vein of iron ore was also discovered.

Some temporary workers have made a fortune from this!

Not only did they receive tens of thousands of gold coins as rewards, but they were also exempted from 4 years of mandatory working time and gained the merit of being able to learn advanced skills and combat techniques.

Money moves people's hearts!

Just when all the temporary workers rushed into the military factory or joined the ruins.

Sera, who was well prepared, reported the situation to Yaya, who had been cleaning up dangerous magical creatures around him.

The excited Yaya was satisfied with everyone's "growth", but decided to give them more strength and spices!

So, one month later, the ruins stronghold was established.

A major incident interrupted the temporary workers' plans.

A new batch of prisoners captured by the gray dwarves were teleported over by the Gulf leadership.

Looking at the extra 2,000 elves and gray dwarf captives, I noticed their confused and helpless expressions.

The temporary workers who have adapted to life under the management of the Bay Territory have a faint smile on their faces.

Everyone looked up at the sky expectantly.

Yaya, exuding a majestic aura, slowly lowered his head and said to all the big guys who looked over:

"The last batch of supplies will be delivered later, which is only enough for everyone to live for one month."

"To achieve the effect of rapidly improving strength, everyone must work and fight harder."

"An army of ten thousand mind flayers has noticed us."

"The first wave of attacks will arrive in two months!"

"Because the Mind Flayer Empire has used the powerful battle equipment "War Curtain", large-scale teleportation methods have begun to fail."

"Next, everyone should arm themselves as soon as possible. I will try to delay them as much as possible."

Yaya’s majestic voice broke the tranquility of the stronghold.

Then, under the spotlight, Fang flapped his wings and flew into the darkness.

The temporary workers who were preparing to hold a welcoming ceremony for the new people were immediately dumbfounded.

"A scale of ten thousand people? It is very likely that there is a mind flayer tyrant..."

"There are at least 2,000 high-level elites, how many of us are there!"

"In two months, we're going to be finished?"

"Even if the great true dragon is strong, she cannot challenge the entire Mind Flayer Empire..."

"Unless we can deal with all our opponents, the great master had better not join the battlefield..."

"Taller walls must be built as soon as possible..."

"Arming is the most important thing, we need more troops and more soldiers."

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and move!"

The first batch of temporary workers have already started working.

They take it for granted that all manpower and material resources should be invested in military production.

But just a few days later, they noticed the resources and data updated every day on the stronghold gate.

The number of weapons and armor is indeed increasing.

But the increasingly scarce food is what really kills us!

Watching the stronghold's stock of daily necessities being reduced little by little.

Temporary workers, who had originally only pursued factory jobs and higher-paying tasks, immediately panicked.

No food?

That's not possible!

Before the mind flayer army comes over, everyone will starve to death!

What to do now?

Sera, who was well prepared, introduced to everyone with a smile:

"What will be announced next is the new development plan for the ruined stronghold!"

10,000 today

Asking for monthly ticket

rush!