Give Me the Name of God

On Qixing Mountain, Paweiu was directing the slaves to sow wheat. With the talent of the God of Harvest, he selected the best land, the best wheat seeds, and the best sowing time.

Within a month, the new village had taken shape. The poet divided his three hundred slaves into three teams. One team was responsible for building the village, one team was responsible for collecting wood and stone, and the other team was responsible for smelting iron and making tools. It took a lot of effort in management, but there has been considerable improvement in efficiency.

Guatel spent a month building a real stone statue more than three meters high for the fire god Hephaestus. He was preparing for his own sacrifice. The talent of the God's favorite is enviable. In less than a year, During the time, he already had the conditions to be promoted to the second level.

Stanley and Encia trained the army together. Among the slaves, they selected 70 outstanding young people, and the army has expanded to 200 people.

Manda held the mutton chops and rode a war horse, patrolling back and forth between the mountain roads. The effect of the sacred blood stone had long since disappeared, but his excitement did not subside.

"A pond needs to be built here. Right Wing Star Mountain is too far away from the water source. It is best to find a way to divert the creek from Chest Star Mountain. Otherwise, even if a cottage is built, no one will be willing to settle here."

The poet recorded Manda's every need. Although some improvements were made to the saddle, riding a horse was still a hard task for him.

Walking from early morning to noon, the poet had to stop and rest for a while. Manda handed over a wine bottle and pointed to the open space at the foot of the mountain: "There is a lot of fodder here, and a group of livestock can be raised, but the prerequisite is that there is a water source. What do you think? Can you dig a well? Do you listen to me?"

"I have been listening, listening very carefully," the poet looked at his notes and sighed softly, "There is a misunderstanding between us."

Manda frowned and said, "Although I didn't assign you a dancer last time, you don't have to hate me for this matter for so long. I thought you had no need in that aspect."

"Can you please stop mentioning that matter?" the poet put away the parchment and said, "The misunderstanding I am talking about is that I did not understand the task you gave me. At first I thought it was to build several mountain fortresses, but later I found out You wanted me to build a city, and now I see you wanted me to build a kingdom.”

Manda took back the wine bottle from the poet's hand, took a big sip, and said with tears in her eyes: "Finally someone can understand my feelings..."

"I don't understand!" the poet shook his head. "Do you really want to build a kingdom in this small piece of barren mountains? Do you know how big a kingdom is?"

Manda smiled and said: "Start with the village first, then the city, and then the kingdom. We will have more and more land."

"Do you know how long it takes to create a kingdom? It took King Romuru's ancestors hundreds of years to acquire this land."

Manda took a deep breath and said, "The great prophet told me that it doesn't take that long."

"When did you become a believer in the great prophet again? The great prophet will guide the future and will not tell you about history. According to historical records, it took a total of three hundred years from King Romulu I to King Romulu With the current territory of Romuru Country.”

"You have been deceived by history books. There are many mediocre kings. In order to cover up their incompetence, they put the achievements of their ancestors on their own heads and stretched out the history of their ancestors' development for hundreds of years."

Manda stood up and said, "I have read some historical records from the classical period in the Valley of Resentment. In the prime of life of King Romulu I, the kingdom was already about the same size as it is today. One generation is enough. Come with me." Be the builder of kingdoms.”

The poet smiled bitterly and said: "I followed you for a year, moved twice, and changed three places. I don't know how long I can stay here, and I don't know what the meaning of doing this is."

Manda pulled out his sword, stuck it on the ground and said, "From now on, I will not give up an inch of land."

The poet raised his head, and Manda seemed to have become much taller under the sun.

Manda I? Maybe he could actually become king?

While he was daydreaming, he suddenly saw Silva running over, sweating profusely: "Master, I finally found you. Count Ermen's messenger is here!"

Silva handed a mailbox to Manda and opened the letter. There was only one line on it: Salvan went to Tachira Mountain to meet Harlemon.

"Halemon on Tachira Mountain, is he the reinforcement sent by Salvan?"

Unexpectedly, the poet's expression immediately changed when he heard Hallemon's name: "It seems we are moving again."

The poet didn't know much about Harlemon. He only knew that he was the most famous bandit at the border of the Romulu Kingdom and the Canglang Kingdom. When he returned to the mountain stronghold and said Harlemon's name, Stanley and Zigese hit each other at the same time. cold war.

"The fourth-level believer of Karl, the God of Destruction, is also a full-level believer, and he has obtained Karl's Spear of Destruction. He is a demigod." After revealing the identity of Hallemon, Siegsel trembled a little. As a bounty hunter, He once followed the famous general Titus to participate in the battle against Harlemon, and saw with his own eyes that Titus and a thousand of his elite soldiers were buried on Tachira Mountain. Fortunately, the skills of the Earth Goddess had a huge advantage in the mountains and forests, and Sieg was defeated. Sai barely managed to survive.

"Harlemon was once a famous general in the Canglang Kingdom. He commanded tens of thousands of people in battles. Titus was not the only general who died at the hands of Harleymon." Stanley sighed, "As far as I know, there are four generals in the Romulus Kingdom. A famous general fell in Tachila Mountain, and two famous generals from the Canglang Kingdom were also buried here. Two years ago, a 2,000-strong Divine Punishment Army crusaded against Harlemon, but only less than 100 people came back, and two four-year-olds were killed. The God Punishment Warrior also died on the mountain."

Everyone was silent for a while, then Zigese said: "Sir, we are no match for him. Let's leave Qixing Mountain. We have sufficient financial resources and manpower. We can open up a territory in another place."

Stanley looked at Manda. Although he didn't say anything, he and Zigese had the same idea.

The poet sighed and said: "All the hard work has been in vain."

Manda shook his head and said: "I will not leave Qixing Mountain, this is my territory."

Nsia stood up and said: "I am willing to follow my king and lead the soldiers to shed the last drop of blood."

Manda said angrily: "What are you doing with the blood? As a mummy? As a specimen? What I want is a way to win the war."

Enxia said: "Although Qixing Mountain is not difficult and dangerous, it still has geographical advantages, especially Chest Star Mountain. There are water sources there and the dense forests are not suitable for large-scale attacks. As long as we concentrate our troops to defend Chest Star Mountain, the enemy will take over in a short time." We can't help it."

Paweiwu said with a sad face: "But if the enemy attacks Touxing Mountain, our farmland will be completely destroyed." Most of the farmland he chose is on the plain between Touxing Mountain and Chest Star Mountain, where there is sunshine and water. Very adequate.

Encia said: "Don't think about the farmland now, we have to defend our homeland first."

Manu nodded and said: "As long as we are on the mountain, we will definitely win. The mountain god will help us."

Zigese glared at Manu: "Don't say such stupid things, you have never experienced a real war! The same goes for you, Nsia, do you think you can take advantage by staying on the mountain? Your so-called geographical advantage is There is no use in front of Harley! He has the skills to create disasters, there are so many trees on the Breast Star Mountain, if he creates a fire, where can you run?"

"Whether it's a mountain battle or a plain battle, Harley always takes advantage." Stanley gave another reminder, hoping that Manda would change his mind.

But Manda still refused to give up Qixing Mountain: "How far is Tachira Mountain from here?"

Ziegese said: "It will take twelve days to take the big road and pass through Blackwater City. It will take fifteen days to take the small road and go around the mountains."

"Which way will he take?" Manda said to herself.

Stanley said: "I guess he will take the main road. Since Almen sent the news, it proves that he saw traces of Harley."

Encia said: "We can ask Count Elmen for help and ask him to support us with some soldiers and weapons."

Manda sighed; "If you don't have this qualification now, how can the earl help a group of bandits? Where is Og? I need the guidance of the great prophet."

Pluto said: "Ogg has gone crazy again. He drinks with Milo every day these days."