Chapter 673 The Greatest Role of the Legendary Mighty Force

As soon as Morea said these words, the ten seriously injured red-clothed archbishops suddenly changed color. What kind of weird brain circuit would they think of killing all the people in the North? If they really contributed to this, then they are the Northeast A sinner.

"His Royal Highness, please don't mess around!" A cardinal who was the least injured stood up and said in a panic, because Morea now has the strength to kill the Northland.

"The North must be unified, do you agree with this?" Morea asked again.

"..." The ten red-clothed archbishops were silent.

"After my subordinates unify the local area, she will suppress the beliefs of all evil camps. Only good gods can spread beliefs in the north. This is the lowest bottom line." Morea didn't care what these red-clothed archbishops looked like. He continued to speak out about his vision for the future Northland Kingdom.

"Your Highness, do you mean that the belief of the five-colored dragon queen will never be spread in the North?" a red-clothed archbishop asked tentatively.

"What are you worrying about?" Morea frowned. "Do you think the five-colored dragon queen will get along with me? It's true that Claudia is a white dragon, but she has nothing to do with the dragon queen."

"What about the other dragon god beliefs?" Another red-clothed archbishop asked worriedly. They don't worry about the Titans, they don't have a god, but the dragons are different.

The Dragon Clan has nine Dragon Gods, but there are not many Dragon God believers. All of them need faith. Once the Dragon God has enough faith, their divine power will increase, and if they complete the advanced stage, it will be a terrible thing. the power of.

"I only know Platinum Dragon God."

"If there is only one Dragon God, it's fine." After hearing Murray's words, the other red-clothed archbishops breathed a sigh of relief. The Platinum Dragon God, the King of the North Wind, was a well-known good man among the gods. He is a good god who cannot tolerate the slightest evil.

"Tell me, are you retreating?"

"His Royal Highness, this matter is too involved, we need to report to your majesty, we can't make decisions on our own."

"I'll give you seven days. If you don't agree, don't blame me for using tough methods." Morea breathed out flames and said in a strong tone. As long as he doesn't encounter high-level legends, he can hang and beat him. everything.

But how rare high-level legends are. This is the biggest threshold before conferring gods. After breaking through this threshold, legends have the qualification to integrate divinity, and then through the accumulation of time, they can try to further ignite the fire of gods and become gods. By.

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soon,

This group of clerics responded and reached the negotiating table with Morea.

"His Royal Highness, may I ask you to what extent the population of the Northland will grow further? Do you have a specific forecast?" At the negotiating table, a red-clothed archbishop pointed to the core and asked aloud.

For the gods, faith is everything, how to quickly accumulate faith? In addition to cultivating the piety of believers, it depends on a large number of people, which is accumulated by numbers, so the gods are very concerned about the number of people in the northern land.

"In the past, the combined population of the nineteen kingdoms in the northern land was less than 100 million, and the area occupied by the northern kingdom was the size of two standard kingdoms, and the number of humans supported by such vast land was less than half of that of other kingdoms. , it is very unreasonable, and it is all because of the consequences of the division of the North."

"His Royal Highness, this has nothing to do with the split. The sparse population in the North is purely caused by its harsh environment, not the split."

"Every year, the conflicts that occur in the nineteen countries of the northern land cause more than 100,000 deaths. You actually say that this has nothing to do with the split?" Morea stared at the red-clothed archbishop.

"His Royal Highness, war is necessary. The resources of the Northland are limited. When the demand exceeds the supply, the surplus population needs to be consumed. There is no way to start a war."

The kind-hearted red-clothed archbishop said an extremely cruel fact. When resources are limited, only the best can enjoy it, and the weak can only die.

"So this is the root of the problem. After you unify the Northland, how much can the population increase? The local resources are limited. According to our estimation, the amount of food produced in the Northland is only enough to support about 100 million human beings. There's not much difference now."

"Your vision is too narrow," Morea curled his lips in disdain, "Just to say one point, how much the northern land area occupied by all the nineteen countries in the north land combined, it is less than half, there are many more No land has been developed, and after a unified northern kingdom is established, these previously uninhabited lands can be developed and grown for food."

"Your Highness, you take it for granted. The climate in the North is already bad, and many places are simply not suitable for ordinary human beings to live in. Most of the places you mentioned are incapable of living."

"It doesn't fit, then make it fit, our power is just for fighting?" Morea stretched out his hand, and the dazzling flame jumped in his hand, "In my opinion, the legendary power is the greatest The use is to change the environment and make your life better.”

At the words of Moreya, several red-clothed archbishops looked at each other, and then nodded slowly, agreeing with Moreya's words.

"In this case, the population of the North can be doubled, and under reasonable rule, it can have a population of 200 million." An archbishop said with a little emotion.

"This way you are satisfied," Morea knocked on the table. "According to my estimation, the Northland can support a billion people."

"One billion people, this is impossible." A red-clothed archbishop said flatly, "The Northland simply cannot provide so many resources. Only the most fertile main continent can support a billion people."

"Is it impossible? I have already detected it. The so-called barrenness of the North is only because the climate is too harsh, so most of the resources cannot be exploited."

Morea said confidently that most of the rich resources in the Northland he said were buried deep in the ground for thousands of meters, and the resources that were really close to the surface had long been exploited or occupied. Those humans are not fools, why? The resources that may be released do not?

"His Royal Highness means to rely on the export of resources to obtain food, and then to feed more people?"

"This is just a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. It just depends on the export of resources to obtain food. Sooner or later, problems will arise. When the resources are exhausted, everything will return to the original point, so this method is not advisable."

"Then what else is there to do, Your Highness?"

"Using the power of legends, we can create crop seeds that can absorb the cold and grow just like on the temperate continent. Even in severe cold, they can grow normally." Morea said what he thought of in a flash of inspiration. Method.

In his previous life, there was a big man who planted super rice seeds. Later, he even cultivated rice that can grow in sea water. This kind of crops can be cultivated in a world without extraordinary power. There's no reason the Erathian world couldn't breed similar seeds.

"In this case, we need to invite some legendary great druids to help and transform the seeds of food crops. We are not good at this kind of thing."

"You only need to provide channels, and I will publish the remuneration."