A peaceful day passed by just like that.
As March approached the outer islands, the storm season gradually arrived.
On the second day after Søren's return, there was a heavy rain. Although there was no way to calculate the amount of rain, it was indeed very heavy. Many houses had slight leaks. This was something that couldn't be helped. The craftsmanship of this era was limited, so there was bound to be damage in the storm. Søren had already prepared for the weather in the outer islands. Otherwise, if it was a house with a thatched roof on the mainland, it might have been directly torn apart.
The heavy rain fell with a pitter-patter.
Even though Søren had already planned the drainage channels in advance, he could also emphasize on repairing the roads. In the end, there was still a slight rise in the water. Because the drainage channels were just dug, they were not deep enough and the drainage capacity was too low. At the same time, the roads were a little bumpy because of the storm. The paved roads were a little better, but all the roads with mud were now muddy. Basically, there was no way for carriages to pass through. Because of this storm, the slaves were unable to work. Now, they were all detained, and at the same time, people were sent to watch over them.
The natives were a little better. Some of the slaves who were just brought over from the mainland vomited and had diarrhea because of the climate. Fortunately, there were doctors with them, so there were no casualties.
After all, it was troublesome to not have a priest!
The weather in the outer islands was bad, so there were more storms. At the same time, because it was an area where the Storm Lord believed in, the storms here were often accompanied by thunderstorms!
For example, now.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and from time to time, it would strike the tropical rainforest in the distance. It looked like someone was going through a tribulation!
This rain lasted for a whole day.
If it was a wooden house, it would probably be wet inside.
However, Søren had already built a lot of brick houses. From this point of view, it was more suitable for the outer islands' climate. At the same time, it was also more resistant to storms.
Because of the storm, the whole camp quieted down.
The pirates hid in the houses to avoid the rain. The three taverns were already full of people. It was dark outside, and it was difficult to see more than five meters away.
"The climate here! … … "
Gloria looked up at the sky, and stood beside Søren. She reached out and held his hand, and said slowly, "I'm afraid it's not that suitable for farming. If this kind of weather happens often, the seeds won't be able to survive."
Søren nodded and said with a serious expression, "I know."
"Fortunately, we haven't sowed the seeds this time, or else they would have been washed away. There were too many things that needed to be built in order to develop this place. Ditches for drainage and irrigation, as well as dams for flood control and flood control, all of which required a lot of labor. Now, they could only do it step by step. It's not like we can't change this climate. I'll prepare for the Sea God's Sacrifice in two days. “
Gloria frowned slightly and said slowly, "Borrowing the power of the gods?"
"The price of seeking help from a deity is not small! It's a pity that I haven't advanced to Legendary yet. Otherwise, I could use the power of the Adept Tower and the magic circle to forcefully change the climate of the nearby area. "
Søren turned around and glanced at her. He reached out and pulled Gloria into his arms. "There's no need to do that."
"The consumption is too great!"
"Unless there is a Sorcerer Tower to maintain the energy consumption. Forcefully reversing the weather is not a problem for the time being, but there will be side effects in the future."
"Nature is very mysterious!"
"Unless you have the power to change the weather, it's better to just go with the flow."
Gloria couldn't understand Søren's words. She could understand them separately, but when they were put together, even she felt a little strange. But she was still a witch full of wisdom, so she could roughly understand what Søren meant.
She nodded gently and leaned her head on Søren's shoulder. "You can borrow the power of the gods for a short period of time, but in the long run, you will become dependent on them. This is not good for your rule here. The influence of the gods will be greater than your prestige."
Søren took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I know."
"You just need to hold on for a while."
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning struck down, and the electric light was like a dancing dragon.
Søren stood under the eaves and looked at the sky. His eyes seemed to be able to see through space, and he saw more things.
It was the realm of the gods, and there was the power he needed.
…
The rainstorm lasted for three days before it stopped.
Søren's camp was flooded. Although it was a bit of a headache, it also exposed some of the shortcomings of the construction plan. After the rainstorm stopped, he quickly mobilized people to repair the damaged roads and houses. After the rainstorm, the sky was clear and boundless. It seemed that there would not be a storm for a short period of time. In terms of climate, farming here required good weather. However, when one's strength reached a certain level, they could also change the weather.
The busy morning quickly passed.
After the initial inseparable relationship, Søren and Gloria also returned to their usual routine.
Søren was busy setting up the camp, and at the same time practicing his [Spellcasting Proficiency]. In the afternoon, he practiced his combat skills. The drow and Adele were his sparring partners. Gloria usually did her research in the house, and occasionally went out for a walk. Recently, the man-eating plants slightly attracted her attention, but she quickly turned her attention to the study of the shadow plane. Gloria hoped to build a portal and use the gap in the shadow plane to stabilize the connection between the two worlds.
This way, they could return to the material plane at any time and close the portal if they encountered any unexpected situations while exploring the wizard tower.
This was the safest way!
In addition, they maintained the frequency of once every three days, enjoying each other's time.
Whether it was Soran or Gloria, they were not the kind of people who would easily indulge in lust. They had pursuits that were above the physical body, which was above the realm of the mortal world.
Perhaps because of Gloria's existence, Søren's murderous aura was a lot lighter than before.
This made many pirates grateful to Her Excellency the Witch. In the past, Soran was definitely an existence that killed people without blinking. His means were cruel, bloody, and ruthless. The pirates under his command always feared him more than respected him. Now, Søren rarely killed people. Even if some of his men made mistakes, they would only be whipped.
Being whipped was much better than being beheaded!
…
The slaves began to get busy.
The camp needed to be developed, and there were still many things to do. It was really not easy to start from scratch.
Sometimes, even Søren felt tired.
But it was all worth it, because the foundation had been established here. Even the drows, after seeing the growth of this place with their own eyes, gradually felt a little more recognition.
There were even drow warriors who proposed to move their tribe here.
It was safer, more comfortable, and more convenient here. There was plenty of food, excellent equipment, and all kinds of daily necessities.
But.
Because there were still some among the drows who were worried that Søren would turn from cooperation to annexation and eat up the entire drows, the female drows in the tribe were quite opposed to this.
Søren was not in a hurry.
He was ready to leave this to time. If they still didn't understand when the time came, then don't blame Søren for using some cruel means.
A large area of wasteland had been reclaimed in the south of the camp.
But it hadn't been sown yet. It would probably be around March. The burning of bricks and building of houses was still in full swing. Søren's initial plan was nearly 500 houses, enough to settle all of his men, and even a small number of slaves. The wizard Saruman had begun to study how to turn the guano stones into high-quality fertilizer. It was estimated that there would be results in about a month or so. At that time, it was almost time to start sowing the fields, and the slaves from the continent had mastered the deep ploughing.
The farming here must be done carefully.
Recently, Søren learned from his men that Saruman was very interested in the man-eating plants, which aroused his curiosity.
But fortunately, Saruman didn't delay the business, so Søren didn't ask too much.
In the afternoon.
Søren was practicing the White Raven Sword Style in the training ground. Just as he finished fighting with Adele, suddenly, the slaves and pirates shouted in the distance.
Bang!
Søren seemed to have heard something, and his figure immediately flew out and rushed in the direction of the cultivated land.
One after another, vigorous figures rose from the ground.
Søren's pirate leaders ran out one after another. They jumped and landed on the roof, and then quickly approached the cultivated land.
They had already felt a sense of belonging to a faction that was thriving and growing stronger.
Close to ten pirate leaders with strength around grade 4 quickly approached, and then they jumped over the fence and rushed to the cultivated land. Of course, the one at the front was Søren. As his figure gradually approached, he immediately saw two huge Quetzalcoatlus in front of him. They flapped their dragon wings and swooped down from the sky, and their huge dragon claws instantly pierced through the two native slaves. In the midst of the dying screams, the Quetzalcoatlus grabbed their prey like an eagle and flew away.
"You're courting death!"
Søren's face was gloomy. When he saw the Quetzalcoatlus killing his slaves in front of him, a trace of anger and killing intent immediately emerged in his heart.
Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Søren's elven war bow appeared in his hand. After the distance was within range, he shot a series of arrows. Most of them hit the Quetzalcoatlus, but most of them hit the wings of the Quetzalcoatlus.
The Quetzalcoatlus let out a cry, and its body shook a little, but it still flew further and further away.
"Trying to run?!"
Søren expressionlessly chanted a spell, and his figure directly rose into the air.
— — "Fly!"
His figure flew into the sky, and at the same time, in an instant, he put another arrow on the bow and aimed at the abdomen of the Quetzalcoatlus!
…
(PS: There's another chapter for today. After writing this chapter, I feel much more realistic. It's a feeling of inspiration coming back.)
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