Chapter 215 Storm Bay in the Power Vacuum

"Your Highness, why would the druid help us? Isn't there a trick?"

In the palace of the new Cyre city in the east of the Kingdom of Breland, the exiled prince of Cyre was discussing the matter of Storm Bay with his close ministers.

He is called a prince, but in fact he is nearly sixty years old this year.

Unlike the queen of Aundair, because he has lost most of his power, this prince has no way to obtain alchemical potions to prolong his life and maintain youth, so he is now a little old.

Hearing his close ministers talking about this, he was silent for a moment, and then replied:

"The druid wants our young and strong to help him build the Storm Bay, but it doesn't matter. Our people just need a place to exercise their strength. Exploring the Land of Sorrow is too dangerous. Ordinary people going in is no different from sending themselves to death."

Out of longing for their hometown, the Cyre people have never stopped exploring the original Cyre, which is now the Land of Sorrow.

Most of them were killed by the harsh environment of the Land of Sorrow, and the rest were killed by the activated spells and the war forged controlled by the Lord of Blades.

There are very few people who can really get close to the center of the Land of Sorrow, not to mention the solution to the cause of the huge explosion and the solution to the current harsh environment of the Land of Sorrow.

"But if the young and strong go there, will they just stay there and not come back?"

Seeing that his prince seemed to agree with this proposal, the minister raised another doubt.

This is indeed something that people in his position should consider.

If you want to restore the country, you must at least have a population base. The way of restoring the country like Murong Fu in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" is just like a dream.

"So you have to select them! Find some people who are relatively harmonious with their families but have some difficulties to send over. His parents and relatives are here, and the object of his affection is here. No matter how far he goes, he will come back in the end.

Those who have no ties can also be sent away. After all, they are the survivors of Sayre. Maybe a few of them will make a name for themselves in the future, which will also help our cause of restoring the country."

Hearing the words of his prince, the minister bowed down.

"Your method is still brilliant. I'll arrange it right away!"

Almost at the same time as New Saier made some moves, Andel's Kingdom Eye also received the task of investigating this matter.

When the Kingdom Eye sent the information back to Andel and Mooreban, two days had passed.

...

Walking out of the residence of the Copy Dragon Mark Family, Mooreban was worried about the growing situation, but suddenly heard a fight in the distance.

Curiously, he got closer and found that two groups of people were fighting for a magic item.

Because the residences of the major forces have protective barriers and guards, they can't enter those places, and now they are hiding from the tree spirits in the town and struggling to survive.

The food is quite sufficient, but they can't stand sleeping in the open air all day, and they are like savages.

But just when he was about to turn around and leave, the conversation of this group of people attracted Mooreban's attention.

"What's the point of robbing us? If you have the ability, go to the underground ruins and rob those safe places!"

Because Carl lives in the underground ruins, Mooreban is a little sensitive to this word now.

But when he thought of his apprentice's somewhat brutal firepower combination, these people didn't seem to be made for it.

"Hmph! Do you think we are stupid? That young artificer is said to have killed a druid of at least level 11. We can't mess with such a character. Hurry up and give us the things!"

"I'm not talking about the bastion, but the previous fortress. When the plague was raging, the artificer demolished the previous fortress and rebuilt it. Now there are a group of children living in it. I came out of there."

Hearing the other party's words, the robber looked up and down at the other party.

"Aren't you sick? You have a good place to live, but you still run away?"

"Hehe, that place is controlled. Once you go in, you can't come out. It's like a prison, and you can't do anything to others.

Now Storm Bay is so chaotic, why don't we join forces to occupy that place, maybe we can take the opportunity to expand in the future!"

The robbed man was quite eloquent, and after a few words, the robber was really persuaded.

Seeing this, the robbed man showed what he was holding.

"There are quite a few of us in our two groups, and the defense of that place is not too strong. What do you think? Do you want to do it!"

Gritting his teeth and sniffing, the robber nodded and agreed to this no-cost deal.

Moorban, who was eavesdropping, frowned and wanted to kill the group of people directly.

But on second thought, he gave up again.

"This kid must have been careless. Let me check the situation.

If this group of people really occupy the place built by Carl, I will kill them and take it back.

Alas~, I finally caught a little of this kid's mistakes. This master is really hard to be."

Quietly casting an invisibility spell on himself, Mooreban followed the group back to the underground ruins.

After entering the tunnel, the group turned to the right.

'This place is actually a different world? Looking at the appearance of the wall, it may be built by ancient humans or elves. '

Subconsciously, Mooreban began to identify the remaining buildings in the underground ruins.

At this moment, a fortress-like building appeared in front.

As soon as he saw the structure of the building, Mooreban knew that it was the work of his apprentice.

The robbers rushed up without saying a word, because there was no professional guard on the fortress, and it looked extremely empty.

‘As long as I occupy this place, I may become the leader of a large adventure group, and I may even get involved in the rights of Storm Bay in the future...’

With this idea, he rushed forward.

But Mooreban noticed that the group that was robbed before gradually slowed down during the charge, and finally stopped moving.

“Swish!”

Just when the group crossed a certain boundary, a very thin “wire” suddenly stretched straight, and then swept forward by two mechanical arms.

The bodies of the robbers were broken into two pieces at the waist and hips, which looked shocking.

‘What the hell? What material? ’

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway.

Mooreban saw at a glance that the material of the wire was not ordinary.

Ordinary metal wires cannot achieve this level unless the relative speed of both parties reaches a certain standard.

But whether it is the robbers or the silk thread, their speed is not too fast.

Regardless of what the remaining people would do later, Mooreban turned around and went back to the bastion base.

"My dear disciple! What material is the silk thread you used in the passage of that fortress?"

As soon as he entered the door, Mooreban asked about this matter as soon as he saw Carl.

Carl took a while to react before he finally realized what his master was talking about.

Then, a slightly smug expression appeared on his face.

"You haven't seen it before? This is called nanomaterial!"

The existence of magic makes some things much simpler. Relying on the memory of his previous life, Carl tried to make a nano flying knife when he was "leveling up" some time ago.

But no matter how convenient magic is, there are always things that cannot be done, especially when Carl does not know the specific principles.

So Carl finally got a pseudo-nano flying knife that is very strong but does not meet the theoretical requirements.

The production of this thing is extremely cumbersome. Carl stopped producing it after recording the process.

And the one that has been produced was used by him as a mechanism at the entrance of the new city.

He did not expect this thing to play a big role at the time.

"Not metal?"

The word nano does not exist in the common language of Khorvaire, so Carl used Giant language to express it.

Similar to Chinese, Giant language also has the unique expression ability of hieroglyphics, and Mooreban understood the meaning of this word in seconds.

"No, um, it's almost similar to the carbon fiber material I made before, what's wrong, Master?"

Seeing Mooreban thinking there, Carl asked curiously.

"It's okay, I was thinking, if this material is used to make a prosthesis, can it bypass the characteristic restrictions of the druids and let them install prostheses or something like that."

"Ah?"

...

On the other hand, when Mooreban turned around and left, the young man who ran out of the new fortress had already started to collect the robbers' limbs and equipment with his companions using sticks and other things.

"How lucky! This is the third group of people who have been fooled. Didn't they see the warning signs on both sides when they ran over?"

A burly young man in the crowd said with a mocking look on his face, and at both ends of this passage, Carl did write the common language words "There is a mechanism ahead, be careful of being cut in half".

"Hmph! Some short-sighted guys naturally see very little. Let's go and try to trick another group of people over, so that we have enough equipment to form a team!"

After quickly disposing of the corpses, the young man picked up some equipment and put it on, and then left with his companions.

In the new fortress opposite, the young paladin watched these people leave, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Alas~, I didn't expect him to become like this now. Shouldn't we have saved him in the first place?"

The young man was one of the people who had been rescued by Joanna and others before.

Because he was bound in the fortress for a long time, he took the initiative to leave.

During this period, the young paladin witnessed him luring others to die many times.

This made him doubt his original act of saving people.

Faintly, the holy power mobilized by the young paladin dimmed a little.

"Instructor! The dinner that Boss Carl mentioned is about to start! Take us to the Bastion Base quickly!"

At this time, the half-elf girl who was brought back by Carl ran over.

Because of the arrival of Moore's class, Carl decided to let those who accepted his sponsorship come together.

Maybe even Carl himself didn't realize that once he had a backer behind him, he began to play around.