Chapter 491 Support (Combined Chapter)

So much food is of great importance. Even Caesar, who is one of the Five, has to go down in person to welcome this caravan.

He took a closer look.

The Shak soldiers following him were also stunned.

I'm afraid that a province in the kingdom doesn't have so much tax for a whole year?

And the leader of the other party, a man wearing a yellow coat, also revealed his identity.

Stabo from Shark Village.

These are all caravans from the swamp.

"To collect so much food... how many villages do you represent?" Caesar asked tentatively.

Stabo wore a pair of dark glasses, blocking the other party's sight, and he was not afraid in front of this tall and burly Shak man.

"General, you can't say that." He just smiled slightly, "I'm just an ordinary leader. I came here on the order of the Red King. I can't represent anyone."

"This is just the first batch. I hope we can establish a stable cooperation in the future."

Stabo cleverly did not reveal the specific production capacity of the swamp.

Even so, the Shak soldiers were still amazed.

In the past, they knew that the swamps were rich in rice and oil, but they had never imagined that they would be so abundant.

But if you think about it carefully, you can understand it.

To make the Shak Kingdom's planting capacity in the Stan Desert surpass that of the rice fields in the swamps with three crops a year and sufficient water and heat... it is a bit too much to ask.

It's just that no one in the swamps would transport food on such a large scale in the past.

They don't have the organizational ability.

Caesar's pupils shrank.

This is what he really cares about. Combined with the news that the swamps repelled the sand bandits... there must be a powerful leader in that dense forest.

"Red King?" He tried, "Excuse my ignorance, I don't know who this person is..."

Unexpectedly, this time it was Stab's turn to be surprised.

"Is that so? I heard the Red King said that he and you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Ah, sorry, we have a preconceived notion, it's all because we are used to calling him that."

"The Red King's name is 'Lu Beiyou'."

Lu Beiyou...Xize was about to say that he hadn't heard of it either.

But I always feel that it seems a little familiar...

"Xize, don't think about it." At this time, Tie Luo strode from the middle road of the grain team, "That Red King is the Nameless One."

"The Nameless One we talked about before."

He had already found out the news next to the Skeleton Corps warriors.

And just a few hours ago, Tie Luo was still leaning towards Lu Meng, but now his tone seemed to be talking about someone extremely hateful.

Even if it is reasonable to say that the other party found and rescued the princess, it was a great achievement, and not only did it perfectly fulfill Bayan's request, it also far exceeded their expectations - with the entire swamp as a trading partner, as long as the Shak Kingdom can pay the price, there will be no problem of food shortage in the future.

However, if Tie Luo now wants to sincerely praise the other party...

He can't say it even if his teeth are gnashing.

It's mainly because he can't accept it emotionally.

The letter is still sandwiched between the armor of this Five People.

It's well hidden.

Seto, why did you just recognize him as your master so easily...

Unlike a 'teacher' with a shallow relationship who only preaches, recognizing a master is equivalent to entering the master's school, which is true submission.

It's okay for others, but Seto's vision and resources are not comparable to ordinary people.

Do you look down on us, the uncles of the Five People who are good at fighting? Still think that we don't speak nicely enough and look scary...

The other party is just a titled warrior.

Of course, not all of the five people are close to the daughter of the stone demon because of their interests, and some of them are even hostile. In addition, Seto's talent for the segmented axe in the past was not high, so not many people appreciate her.

But for Tie Luo, who really wants to teach his little niece.

The other party recognized an outsider, which still hit him hard.

Now at this moment, I just want to hear others help and scold the shameless nameless person together...

Unexpectedly, after listening to Tie Luo's revelation.

Xi Ze froze in place, and his reaction was completely different from what Tie Luo wanted.

"So that's the case, then he is still, young and promising, haha..." General Shak perfunctorily said.

It turned out that the one who defeated the Sand Bandit Army in the rumor.

It was the nameless person he had always ignored before...

He remembered that just now.

He even showed his disdain for that flat-skinned man... human... in front of Tie Luo.

The weather, why is it so hot all of a sudden.

Caesar suddenly felt embarrassed all over.

"Hmm?" Tie Luo frowned.

What are you bragging about?

I want to hear you scold him!

"Hmm... I felt that he was a real warrior from the beginning..."

Caesar nodded and argued.

Tie Luo, this bad boy, must want to laugh at me by mentioning him at this time.

Being beaten out of the palace by the stone demon is embarrassing enough.

I can't add more black history.

Tie Luo must not know what the unknown person did in the border area... at least not now.

At least I can't expose it in front of him.

I'll laugh when he returns to the capital to report and sees my official report...

Anyway, I can't see it, which means it doesn't exist.

Caesar said flattering words without any expression on his face. Seeing Tie Luo's increasingly frustrated anger, the old general felt that he was right and couldn't fall into the trap of the other party.

Deep in their hearts, they were thinking and surprised about the fusion of the surrounding situation.

On the other side, after Stab's negotiation, the grain team in the swamp successfully entered the city.

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And in the town of Scone, the gathering of the Embers.

A group of people wearing black robes sat around a fire, which looked like the fire worship ceremony of the Oakland Holy Church.

The difference was that they did not worship the flames.

Instead, they were doing their own things.

Some were sharpening their long knives, some were reading blue books, some were meditating with their eyes closed, and some were even counting accounts with account books... They all seemed to be waiting for something, which was also a break.

Until the flames went out and the lights above their heads turned on.

Everyone bowed to the ashes in the brazier, stopped their actions, and officially started the high-level meeting of the cult.

"Long story short."

A young man with a hood walked up to the first seat in the air, took out a letter from his black clothes, and showed it to the high-level people present:

"Brother Lu... The Grand Master needs us."

After the others passed it around, they checked it and nodded.

"I just didn't expect that the Grand Master has already opened up such a wide territory..." someone said.

"Nothing to be surprised about." A voice floated out, so calm that it seemed natural, "From the day I received the revelation from the Lord of Light Auckland, I already knew that the Grand Master was the person I was looking for. For him who wants to reveal the truth of the doomsday extinction and restart the Judgment Day, it is easy to do these things."

"... No matter what else, Griffin, just forget about it in front of us." Another person reminded, "In front of other believers, you should change your name to Narko."

"Whether Auckland or Narko, they are just two sides of the Lord of Light." Griffin's eyes were firm and he argued, "Just like the different identities of the Grand Master."

Seeing this, the others just shrugged and stopped arguing.

What the other party said was one of the core doctrines of the Ashes Cult, and in terms of the research and creation of doctrines, not many of them could compare with Griffin.

Of course, what everyone could not change was his rhetoric that he claimed to have received revelation and was looking for the destined person...

As an Aucklander, if he hadn't held on to this obsession and refused to give up, Griffin wouldn't have been almost tried for heresy, and maybe he would have even become a high-level paladin now.

But it's normal to get sick here after escaping to the Embers Cult... It's like going home.

"Huang Jie, the Embers Cult in Scone still needs you to take charge and consolidate the current achievements. Besides, we need to keep someone to keep in touch." Huo Buyang shook his head and stopped a young man whose right arm was replaced with a mechanical prosthesis, "But I'm going."

He has been preparing for this day for a long time.

Even if Brother Lu didn't write it in the letter, Xiao Huo couldn't wait.

When the caravan in the swamp returns, it will bring the Kai coins it harvested, the industrial equipment, military parts and other materials it exchanged, as well as some members of the Embers Cult selected by Huo Buyang.

"Also, our development in the Shak Kingdom has almost reached its limit. If we continue to grow, it will easily cause fear... The missionary work can be stopped for a while." He thought for a while, "Mr. Bud, you should come with us."

The only man on the field who was not wearing a black robe and dressed like a wanderer smiled and saluted:

"It's just right. The story that should be told has been told. I also need to replenish the material library... Well, I look forward to it."

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At dusk, the red glow stretched from the sky to the earth.

The long wind blew up Lu Meng's cloak, flying with the knee-high grass.

"According to the time, the grain team heading to the Shak Kingdom should arrive," he looked back, "so the construction team rushing from the swamp to the flash land will be in these two days at the latest."

Including Lu Meng, they all set off at the same time.

However, Lu Meng was traveling alone and light, and he had to clear the obstacles posed by the sand bandits, so he reached Shan much faster; while the other two large groups tried to be steady, and had too many people and had to rest and collect resources along the way, which led to the time difference.

"After establishing trade relations with the Kingdom of Shek, it is equivalent to having a stable channel for earning foreign exchange, which can be exchanged for Kai coins and ironware and industrial equipment that the swamp lacks..." Lu Meng thought, "After all, it is one of the three major countries. Even if it is the one with the weakest economy, its foundation is still better than most forces."

At present, the trade route between them can be expected to be to exchange agricultural products for industrial products... Although the swamp is now in a huge trade surplus, the Shek side will definitely not lose.

If Bayan knew, he might be grinning.

Of course, for Lu Meng, this move can also activate a large number of resources in the swamp. After all, their population is so small, and many swamp people died of fighting, epidemics, and wild beasts, and few died directly from hunger.

If the surplus food is not sold, it will only rot.

Developing winemaking is one way, but on the one hand, the brand and technology cannot compete with the United City, and on the other hand, biofuel has more efficient hemp fuel, and the demand for it is not in the first echelon.

This is indeed a real win-win situation.

Speaking of biofuel.

Before Lu Meng left, the refinery had already made considerable progress, and the raw materials originally used for drug production were collected and consumed quickly.

So he could ensure the supply to Rot Town.

When the industrial layout of the swamp is initially completed and its own energy needs are calculated, fuel exports should be on the agenda.

Then the speed of foreign exchange earning can be raised to a higher level.

Their status can also be completely different.

At the same time, biofuel is only the first step, and there are more industrial chains and new technologies that need to be laid out.

Like the current simple export of grain, it is only because there is a freak like the Shak Kingdom with inherently unbalanced development that Lu Meng can still play a comparative advantage and make profits.

Ordinary separatist forces are mostly bandits. They need food, but they can't give Lu Meng what he wants.

And a big force like the United City, even if it needs to import food, the channels are controlled by the merchant guild.

Not to mention the Holy Kingdom that controls the Oakland Green.

It is only because of the internal population explosion and the policy of religious isolation that the Holy Kingdom's products have not flowed out too much... It is good enough that it does not dump others in return.

"Mee, mee~"

In front of Lu Meng, several herdsmen were herding sheep.

The herdsmen saw him and wanted to salute, but Lu Meng stopped them and told them to go north quickly.

In order to avoid possible herds of beaked beasts, tribes of all sizes in the western part of Shandi have begun to migrate, mainly to vacate the southern part bordering the Skeleton Wasteland.

Because the threat of the sand bandits was lifted, they unexpectedly found that there was a large area of ​​buffer land, and they had more confidence in avoiding this crisis.

But action still needs to be taken, after all, it is unknown when those ferocious and violent beaked beasts in groups will appear at the end of the grass hill.

However, most of the wandering tribes migrated away, but a group of people were left behind.

Farmers and miners in the roaming land.

Lu Meng looked at them in front of his white tent, thinking.

These people were also abducted by the Sand Bandits. The difference is that the herdsmen's ancestral homeland was recorded in Shandi, and they quickly returned to their lives, but these people could not return to Wandering Land in a short time. Their hometowns were destroyed by the Sand Bandits, and it was unclear whether they still existed.

Now, they have become the most common refugees.

"Do we really need to create a new nameless clan?" he thought.

However, Lu Meng quickly rejected his idea.

First, he was not a nomad, and second, these people were not. Wandering Land used to belong to the former land of the Holy Kingdom, and many people were considered Oakland believers. Their living customs were very different from those in Shandi. Forcing them to live like wandering tribes would be unaccustomed to the local climate.

"It seems that we can only use new bases to accommodate them." Lu Meng determined, "and, if we want to complete the task... we really need their help."

He selected a few leaders, gathered these refugees of different origins together, completed the registration work first, and it was best to introduce their talents and keep them for backup.

Other small tribes could not accommodate so many people for the time being, so the burden was still placed on the Beifeng Clan.

As the largest tribe in the west, they had too much baggage because of their past prosperity, so their migration progress was the slowest this time.

Although they got the news first, a large number of tribesmen were left behind.

The sun sets over the west hill, and the two moons occupy the night sky.

The weather suddenly becomes cooler from the dry heat during the day.

Looking at the migrating team that is crawling like a centipede, Lu Meng also frowned slightly.

Thanks to Wenchi for his reward support——