Chapter 407 The Dragon King's Wrath

Ice and fire broke through the rock, and Roman witnessed its beginning and end.

The mountain ridge was cut off, and the natural moat became a smooth road.

It completely opened up the blood vessels of the two cities.

The nearly 20-meter-wide crack can fully accommodate multiple carriages in parallel, and the transportation cost will be greatly reduced.

More convenient transportation, more manpower free, and the manpower and material resources saved are not as simple as they seem on the surface. The comprehensive strategic value is huge.

Now there is only a solid bridge away from the final goal!

Roman is going to build a porous stone arch bridge, spanning more than 100 meters of the river surface, with hard stones to build the bridge piers and granite to pave the bridge deck. The final product can also intercept the downstream enemies rowing upstream, which is a natural fortification.

The design drawing was made by him.

But it is not easy to build it.

The river valley is now in urgent need of time, and it must mobilize the greatest possible force!

The steps of bridge construction are cumbersome. In the early stage, pile foundations and foundation pits need to be dug. In order to ensure the stability of the bridge piers, people need to go into the water.

In previous years, the river was turbulent. Although it is calm this year, there are still undercurrents at the bottom of the river.

Roman quickly found a candidate.

The Sea Fortress people with deep sea blood are the best choice.

They can dive for a long time, and the secret power in their bodies can affect the direction of the water flow. Although their ability is weak, their skills in the water are far better than those of the land humans.

It is decided that it is you!

Regardless of men and women, all go to the construction site to make plaster!

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This year is another more turbulent year than in previous years.

The former order is gradually collapsing, and the flames of war are burning more land.

"This is called Dragon's Wrath." Colin said. He has not fully developed yet, but he is very tall and ugly, which is eye-catching enough among the slaves.

Although they are slaves, they do not farm or serve people, but warriors.

But these days, no profession is easy to do.

Colin didn't want to fight or farm. He wanted to graze, lie on the green grass, smell the fragrance of grass, and watch the calves and foals foraging not far away, growing stronger...

But no one cared about the thoughts of a war slave.

Even the sun didn't care. It was very bad now, and the land was as dry as his lips.

It was difficult for cattle and sheep to find delicious grass at this moment.

He tasted it, and the grass was not as fresh and juicy as the Icelandic grass, and the number of livestock was far less than that of Iceland.

The people here are good at farming. All the pirates with names have captured many black iron farmers to work, and even fought bloody battles for land and slaves. The scale was never large, and Alex never stopped it.

Because this is the nature of Ego, because he needs a large number of vassal troops.

Alex followed the advice of Elder Ego and tried to restore production in the north, but the effect was minimal. Killing and deterrence are not a long-term solution. The Ego people are weak in farming.

It is said that later a southern nobleman sent them a huge amount of cheap iron farm tools, which fully met the demand for arable land in the north, and the pirates sent away a large number of surplus population.

This back and forth, the cost of pirate rule decreased, and gradually took root.

The Black Iron North became a distant enclave of Ego, and the pirates firmly controlled it, making it difficult for the Black Iron people to take it back.

The pirate king drove the pirates, and the pirates drove the slaves, and they joined forces to fight in all directions, stirring up the wrath of the Dragon King - the dragon will spit out flames when angry, and the Ego people called the process of conquering the Black Iron Land the wrath of the Dragon King - Colin always enthusiastically explained the source of the dragon's wrath.

He had no idea whether everything he said was right or wrong, and whether the truth was so shallow.

He believed in the power of the dragon clan.

Probably because he had seen that kind of scene.

The dragons soared in the sky, despised all creatures on the earth, swooped down, and spit flames.

Boom!

The Icelandic palace that had stood for a hundred years burned and collapsed.

The new King of Iceland, Nelson, son of Alman, was pushed to the throne by his uncle Marshal Porter. The legitimate ruler was about to rule Iceland, but the king's majesty was fleeting in front of the huge dragon shadow. The dragon flames spewed in front of him, illuminating his rough face in an instant, and his eyebrows and hair had a strong smell of burning. Under the cold gaze of the dragons, Nelson collapsed to the ground, and the fear and faith rooted in the royal blood were reawakened until Alex pulled him up and brushed the dust off him-that day, the two kings formed an alliance.

At that time, Colin was grazing on the hillside a few miles away from the palace. Seeing this scene from afar, he felt like a dream, and everything was unreal.

While he was in a trance, the Axe Guards appeared out of thin air, and many big hands reached out at the same time, taking away his handy shepherd's stick, tattered linen pants, and the woolen sweater knitted by his mother. He was replaced with boiled cowhide armor, a quenched gun, hard but extremely uncomfortable leather boots and a hard leather helmet.

In the last second, he was still taking care of livestock in his hometown, and in the next second, he crossed the ocean and came to this strange land, becoming the vanguard of the pirates, and his identity was the leader of seven slaves - those slaves had different origins and were not as high as him, so he had the right to lead.

Jaeger's teeth were crooked and most of his nose was cut off, which was caused by horse bandits;

Martin's face was full of abscesses, his eyes were small, and he claimed that he could repair donkey hooves;

Ailor was thin and clever, and he was obviously a native of the Black Iron - the Black Iron people often added a "er" sound after their names, and foreigners often named themselves like this in order to integrate into this land... Colin took good care of him - Ailor was less than fifteen years old, a child younger than him.

Pirates have multiple tribes, and different tribes have different tasks. They belong to the Blood Crow tribe, responsible for inquiring and delivering messages.

The matter is not complicated. Just turn around a few times a day and you will be safe if you don't find the enemy.

"Once a dragon is angry, it can destroy everything." Colin has barbarian blood, but his physical signs have degenerated. The Ego blood only leaves a circle of golden red beard on his face, and his temperament is not violent.

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He walked in the forest, like being bathed in hot rain, and fine sweat kept dripping from his chin.

"I have seen it." Colin vowed.

"But it was injured. I heard that the red dragon was recovering in the king's backyard, bleeding profusely. The witch pulled out a black iron arrow from its body, which is said to be taller than me..." Little Ailor pushed aside the bushes and followed the chief, panting.

"They are sneak attacks." Colin insisted on this point. As long as the dragon flies to the sky, it can defeat all life on land.

"My lord, it's useless for the dragon to fly. That's the son of the cracked armor." Jaeger said when he had time.

He took the legend he heard as the truth. "I said, that family has an agreement with the dragon, so the fortress was taken over by the world of gods."

He was talking about the Immortal Pass Iron Flower Fortress that troubled the pirate forces to move south, and behind it was the warm and pleasant Split Armor Territory with spring all year round.

The Duke of Split Armor left. But the knights of the Church came and guarded heavily, and no one dared to cross.

Little Ailor said with difficulty. "It would be great if King Alex could really destroy everything like Dragon's Fury."

By the way, destroy the pass so that they don't have to suffer from patrols and sun exposure, and don't have to go to the battlefield.

"Don't dream, if Alex can melt the stones and burn through the city walls... then what does he need us for?" Martin interrupted abruptly, "If you ask me, we have to do the real work. Look at the sun... It's time to eat, right?"

His last sentence revealed his purpose. Colin knew Martin's character. He didn't respect anyone and just wanted to get by. But he was a young boy and had to listen to the old man in many things, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Let's find a place to rest."

The patrol mission of the scouts is full of dangers. Once they find the enemy, they will be the first to die, but the living conditions are also generous. Every noon, they can eat dried meat and cheese brought from Iceland.

Some people are willing to die just for this.

But some people are assigned to this position. Little Ailor thought to himself, full of complaints. His mouth was dry and his body was seriously dehydrated, but he didn't want to drink water. He felt that the water smelled like dead people.

...

This summer.

The world is burning.

The sky is clear and sunny, and the sun is torturing the earth.

The main forces of the Church and the pirates are deadlocked in the Iron Flower Fortress. Although there are small-scale conflicts between them, they have never fought a full-scale war.

Behind the wall, there are exhausted soldiers on both sides.

They waited, waiting painfully under the scorching sun, closing their eyes, just waiting to survive this long summer...