The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

Chapter 659 Windhelm Town

"Yes." Ymir nodded without saying anything. After all, these civilians are indeed weak. Although they do not lack prey, the hunting team consumes most of the food to maintain their strength. Naturally, there is not much that can be distributed to women and children. So it is appropriate to make up for it.

"Hello! Take your people and get the fishing nets and come with me!" Ismir called to his squad leader, Haro.

"Okay, sir!" Harrow immediately put down the tent in his hand and took the Nature Guardian team with their fishing nets and headed to the fast flowing river.

"Ymir, take them to pitch the tent, clean up the surrounding debris, and open up an open space!" Ismir said, looking at the overgrown wasteland.

"Okay!" Ymir nodded.

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"Be careful! You are not feeding the fish by asking them to fish!" Ismir pulled back a soldier who almost fell into the water, and directly activated magic to summon vines to wrap around their waists. After all, the rapids of the river were The water is beautiful and fishy, ​​and there are a lot of big guys in it, and there are even a lot of aquatic monsters. The fishing boats in Palembang and Rapid City are equipped with professionals and have defensive and dispersing magic circles. It can be seen that fishing is also a A dangerous thing.

"Sorry, sir!" the soldier who was pulled back said with a red face.

"Pay attention!" Ismir shook his head and said helplessly.

"Sir, are these fish enough?" Harrow asked after skewering the fish on the vines and throwing them on the carriage nearby.

"What are you feeding the cat? Is this enough soup for more than a hundred people?" Ismir glanced at it. Isn't it insulting for the good guy to take back only twenty or thirty arm-long fish?

"Oh my God! There's a fish! Help me pull it!" Suddenly, a nature guardian was almost dragged into the water by the fishing net in his hand. He lowered his waist and pulled back desperately to call for help from everyone.

"Oh!" Ismir was not polite and threw out a few vines to help pull up the fishing net without any moral ethics.

Soon, with the sound of fish splashing and struggling in the water, everyone worked together to pull the bag of fish to the shore. Everyone took a quick look and saw that there were at least twenty or thirty white fish. Haro immediately ran over to kill the fish happily. Processed.

"Eh? Why is there so much smoke?" Suddenly someone turned around unintentionally and found that billowing smoke had been billowing from the camp behind them, which made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Hurry up!" Ismir's pupils shrank and he immediately ran away. Harrow behind him also grabbed the spear on the ground and chased after him. The others also grabbed their weapons and ran back with a huff as if they were waking up from a dream.

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"You..." Ismir panted and ran back to the camp. Just as he was about to speak anxiously, he suddenly spotted Ymir squatting on the ground. Following Ymir's gaze, he saw that they were a group of hunting team members. While holding torches to start fires everywhere, the women and old men were still slowly setting up tents. The children were running wildly in the open space created by the fire. They had never played so happily, and they had never dared to make a sound before. There was a big movement... Ismir and his party ran back dusty and stood there in a daze, a bit at a loss.

"Where are the fish?" Ymir frowned. Twelve people went out and couldn't even catch a single fish? Are all the fish so good now?

"I thought the camp was being attacked! I was watching the thick smoke billowing by the river! I was so scared that I even threw away the fish!" Ismir said angrily, but fortunately it was a false alarm.

"The fire burns faster. I didn't expect it to bring you back, sir..." Ymir shook his head and didn't expect Ismir to react so strongly.

"Good guy! Go and take a look at the river! The smoke is billowing. I don't know why I thought the fire spell was embarrassing!" Ismir smacked his lips.

"Okay, everyone is waiting for dinner!" Ymir stood up and waved his hand, signaling Ismir to go to work quickly.

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"Where are the Ymir people?" Ismir, who came back with the carriage, looked around. Ymir, who was still sitting there just now, had disappeared, along with the members of the hunting team and his own pioneer team. No trace.

"Sir, Master Ymir said he wanted to bring back some wood and stones, why don't we cook first?" The old man Ade flashed out and told Ismir what Ymir had told him before he left.

"Okay! Let the women come over and cook!" Ismir nodded and stepped aside to reveal the white fish that had been cleaned on the carriage behind him.

"Come and cook!" Ade clapped his hands, and countless hungry children immediately gathered around him.

Ismir quickly asked the soldiers to pass out the iron pots and other cooking utensils he had prepared. Several people rummaged around to find salt and other cooking utensils and handed them to the women.

"Creak!" The sound of the weight on the wheel was so painful that Ismir looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the hill-like Ymir carrying a log and the armored earth dragon behind him. He was carrying a few logs, followed by a row of carriages, all of which were piled with logs as thick as a human head.

"Where did you get these things?" Ismir's mind had not turned around for a while.

"It's everywhere!" Ymir pointed to the forest in the distance.

"No...how did you chop them down? With a spear or a sword?" Ismir glanced at the logging axes still piled in the open space. They unloaded everything on the car to load the wood. , If they don’t have an ax, do they use a sword to chop?

"How do you know? It's a sword!" Ymir raised the giant sword in his hand as if he was so smart. The three-meter-long sword shone with cold light!

"..." Ismir pursed his lips and stopped talking. Are you sure this wood-cutting thing is not overkill? Looking at the neat stubble on the logs, it seems that they were cut by war spirit.

"Did you use your skills to chop down the tree?" Ismir scratched his head.

"Yes! Step forward and chop off a large piece!" Ymir weighed the giant sword, and Ismir felt that the earth was shaking.

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After eating fish soup and bread, the women and children had already begun to go into the tent to rest. It was getting late now, and the sun was about to set on the horizon. Ismir, along with Ymir and a group of men, were working hard. By tamping the logs into the ground, they would build the prototype of a village.

"Tie up the logs today first, and then build slowly later!" Ymir put up a log, flattened the big sword and struck it like a hammer.

"I think it's better for us to build a simple stone castle first. If we encounter danger, everyone can enter the stone castle to take refuge!" Ismir said, the so-called stone castle is the prototype of the lord's castle, and the original meaning of the castle That is to say, it exists to protect the civilians who are attached to it.

"Okay, then I will take people to pick up stones tomorrow!" Ymir nodded. The wooden and stone city walls are indeed insecure. It is not as safe as a simple stone fortress. In the face of an invasion, they only need to retreat into the stone fortress. He is sure to protect the safety of everyone. After all, fighting in a small area is like a duck to water for him!

"By the way, sir, give your territory a name! You will still need to report to the king in the future!" Harrow reminded from the side.

"Name? What's a good name?" Ismir's eyes swept around.

Suddenly he saw the helmet that Ymir put aside. The evening breeze was blowing slowly at this moment, and the breeze blew across the helmet and made a whistling sound.

"Let's call it Windhelm Town!" Ismir smiled. He firmly believed that Windhelm Town would become Windhelm City in the future!

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