It was a sunny and windy day.
In the morning, it drizzled a little, making the road a little muddy, but soon the sky was clear. It was almost February, and it was time to plant. With the help of thousands of slaves, Søren finally dug a ditch connecting the river and built a simple dam with the help of Mud to Stone. There was no doubt about the role of spellcasters. Mud to Stone was jointly cast by Gloria and Vivian, and it was completed in just two days.
Such a dam could transform mud into complete stones, and the effect was estimated to be much better than cement.
The well-connected ditches were distributed in nearly five thousand acres of arable land. This was the first land that Søren reclaimed. The abundant slaves allowed him to exploit the value of labor without worry. According to his estimation, he would complete at least ten thousand acres of land this year. Ten thousand acres of land was enough to easily complete the self-sufficiency of Mordor. As long as self-sufficiency was achieved, Søren basically had no worries.
Food, land, and population.
These three elements were more precious than gold in chaotic times, and they were also the key to the realm of the gods in the future.
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Rumble!
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from Soran's residence, and then Soran stood up excitedly. But it was a little different from the past. There were two fireballs floating in his palms, about the size of a fist. The flames were formed in a highly condensed state, and then suspended in his palms. As he moved, the flames jumped out of his palms.
[Melf's Minute Meteor]!
After such a long time, Søren finally remembered this level three spell.
Rumble!
Søren stood in place and took a deep breath, then looked at the surrounding environment. Then he jumped directly and rose to a height of about twelve meters. Then he waved his hand violently, and a fist-sized fireball whizzed out. Unlike the Fireball spell, this flame was like a shot put, not an energy form like the Fireball spell. The fist-sized fireball whizzed out at an amazing speed. The next moment, it hit the target in front of him, and then the target exploded into pieces of wood, leaving only a bare wooden handle.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions were heard one after another. In just one second, five targets were blown up in front of Søren. These training targets were basically blown to smithereens. Occasionally, one or two of them would be pierced through the middle and explode. The lethality was quite shocking! Even if Søren used the Elven War Bow + 2 at full strength, he still wouldn't be able to penetrate these wooden targets that were almost ten centimeters thick.
Bang.
Søren landed on one knee. The two fireballs floating above his palms had dimmed significantly. In less than a second, with his astonishing Agility, he had launched five attacks in an instant.
"Melf's Minute Meteor [Extreme Spell]!"
The lethality of Melf's Minute Meteor, which used Extreme Spell to turn into a level 5 spell, was a little beyond Søren's estimation. He could only make such lethality by slashing with his sword with all his strength, but this spell only needed to be thrown out. With Søren's current spellcasting level, a Melf's Minute Meteor [Extreme Spell] could make 11 attacks. According to his current attack speed, if he didn't consider the hit rate, he could finish it in two or three seconds. In the time it took him to be distracted, he could consecutively throw out more than ten Melf's Minute Meteors!
Rumble!
All the targets were smashed, and Søren could only target the wall next to him.
A Melf's Minute Meteor hit the wall, and a dent immediately appeared on the wall. The depth was close to five centimeters, and there was also a small explosion effect. The lethality was similar to an Arcane Missile. In other words, Søren's Minute Meteor's lethality was more than 30 points. Currently, he could only deal about 40 points of lethality without using his sword.
Of course.
As a level 3 spell, the role of Melf's Minute Meteor was not limited to this.
The Minute Meteor it sent out was equivalent to a + 5 level rare grade weapon, which could be easily converted to + 5 penetration level. Most supernatural life forms could not be completely immune to the damage caused by it.
Rumble!
Five consecutive Minute Meteors were smashed out, and a hole was directly blasted in the wall. Then the whole wall gradually cracked and finally collapsed.
"Your Excellency!"
Soon the voice of the pirate patrol guards came from outside, and a patrol team who heard the movement rushed over.
Søren stopped, glanced at them, and waved his hand, "It's okay!"
"You guys go to the warehouse and get some armor. Leather armor, mail armor, inlaid armor, and half-body armor, all of them."
The subordinates quickly followed the order.
About a few minutes later, they moved a pile of armor over.
Søren waved his sword and made a temporary wooden frame, and then he asked people to put the leather armor on. Two level 5 spell slots were memorized with Melf's Minute Meteor [Maximized Spell]. Søren chanted again to cast the spell, and then two fist-sized fireballs appeared in his palm. He first smashed the wooden frame of the first leather armor. With a muffled sound, the leather armor exploded on the spot, and the front of the chest was blown out.
The second experiment was the mail armor.
Søren waved his hand and sent out a Minute Meteor. In the muffled explosion, the middle of the mail armor exploded, and a hole of about ten centimeters appeared.
Then it was the inlaid armor, and this one was even more blown out.
However, when Søren tested the half-body armor, the effect was much worse. Because the half-body armor was more complete, it could be understood as a simpler full-body armor. Melf's Minute Meteor only blew out a hole, and it didn't directly destroy the armor. With Søren's current spell power and the ability [Maximized Spell], this was the limit of what he could crush. The half-body armor could barely protect against the damage of the Minute Meteor, and the full-body armor's effect would be better. The other armors were basically like paper under the penetration effect of a + 5 rare grade weapon.
"This effect is comparable to a high explosive grenade!"
Søren waved his hand in satisfaction, and a hole was blown out in the ground, and then he ordered, "Clean up these things."
The lethality was quite amazing!
It was worth Søren's time to memorize it. The only disadvantage was that each spell only had 11 Minute Meteor bullets, and the hit rate had to be controlled by oneself.
The Minute Meteor's speed was very fast, but whether it could hit the target or not depended on one's accuracy.
This spell couldn't be controlled by the mind!
To explain it in terms of data, it needed one's own hit rate. In this regard, Søren had an unintentional advantage, because no pure Wizard could have a higher hit rate than him.
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A simple tidying up.
Søren got up and went to the port to check. Because of the support of the Temple of Wealth, Port Mordor, which had the natural advantage of a port, had been initially completed. Now there was no problem with docking a batch of ships, and the next thing to do was to further expand the port. On the other side of the land sold to the Temple of Wealth, a house had now been built, but there was still only a foundation in the center, because that was where the Temple of Wealth was built.
This group of filthy rich people actually insisted on using blocks of marble to build the temple.
Anyone who knew a little about architecture knew how much manpower and money it would take to build all with white marble.
There was not much marble nearby, and no marble mine had been found, so the materials to build the temple might have to be transported from other places. The somewhat paranoid Priests of Wealth thought that only white marble was worthy of the temple of the Lady of Wealth, so they used a fleet to transport it from other places. This was simply wasteful to the point of making one's hair stand on end.
They crossed the sea just to transport some marble to build the temple. He had to say that they were really rich!
Søren couldn't ask what others did.
Anyway, the land had been sold to them, and if they wanted to build the temple with marble, let them transport it slowly.
If the Temple of Wealth developed too quickly in the port, Søren was a little worried.
Priest Jin was still bedecked in jewels. This woman was actually quite beautiful, and she was quite experienced in dealing with people. Only her nouveau riche clothes made people feel uncomfortable, especially when there were too many unclean pirates here. When she saw Søren, she seemed to want to come over and talk to him, but at this time, a somewhat broken warship came into the port. The flag on it was broken, and it was hanging Søren's black flag!
There was a situation.
Søren's pupils shrank, and he rushed over in an instant.
The warship quickly approached the port, and from afar, there were a lot of bloodstains, and some corpses on the deck.
All of them were pirates under Søren's command, and some of them were elite troops that he had a good impression of. Now, all of them were lying on the deck as corpses. The battleship was covered with marks of swords and sabers. It was obvious that it had been through a fierce battle. Even the masts had traces of being hit by cannons. Some parts of the cabin were leaking slightly. The entire battleship was severely damaged.
"Your Excellency Throat Cutter!"
Scarface, who was covered in blood, limped out with the help of an elite pirate. His left arm was already gone, and it was tightly wrapped with bandages. This kind of injury could not be stopped bleeding, and the wound was burned to death to seal the arteries. The nearly 1.9-meter-tall northern man pushed away his men who were supporting him, then staggered to the front of Soran. Then he knelt down with a thud and said with a face full of grief and indignation, "Your subordinate is incompetent!"
"Snake Island has been captured by Asrod! Our brothers have all suffered heavy casualties, and we barely managed to break out and escape! "
"But Snake Island has already been burned down by them!"
Crack!!!
The wooden planks under Søren's feet cracked inch by inch, and his face turned pale in an instant. A strong murderous aura made everyone uneasy.
"How is this possible!!!?"
Søren growled from his teeth, and said angrily, "Asrod's elites are all stationed on the eastern sea route, how could they have the ability to secretly attack Snake Island?"
Scarface lowered his head and said with shame, "It's the people from the Rossard Merchant Guild! We did not expect Asrod to secretly collude with the Principality of Rossard! They ambushed Snake Island and caught us off guard! "
The Principality of Rossard?
Søren gradually calmed down, and said in a low voice, "Rossard Merchant Guild? The Principality of Rossard? The Duke Of Red Dragon's wife? "
"Asrod has joined forces with them?"
"What about the Sea Temple?"
"Such important news! Did the Sea Temple not respond at all? Snake Island was attacked, did they not rescue? "
Scarface's expression was a little gloomy, and he said slowly, "We sent out people to ask for help, but Snake Island fell too quickly. There is no news from the Sea Temple, and I don't know if the Sea Temple knows about this. "
Naga Siren priest!
Søren's eyes narrowed when he heard the words, and he stomped his feet, and the ground shattered.
How could they not know at all?
Port Tylon was not far from Snake Island. Søren had stockpiled a lot of supplies there, and he had sent a lot of troops to guard it. It was not so easy to capture Snake Island. How could the Sea Temple not know about it?
Søren took a deep breath.
The oppressive atmosphere made the others nearby not dare to breathe. After a while, he helped Scarface up in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Can you still fight?"
Scarface, who thought he was going to die, suddenly raised his head and said with determination, "Yes!"
Snake Island fell.
He almost thought that he was going to die. After all, it was a very important base for Søren, and he had stockpiled a lot of supplies.
As the pirate leader of the Shipwreck Bay route, his responsibility was undoubtedly the greatest.
It would not be strange if His Excellency Throat Cutter directly killed him.
"Priest Kim."
Søren turned around and looked at the priest of wealth next to him. He bowed slightly and said, "Sorry to trouble you."
Priest Kim's expression was also a little dignified. He nodded gently and said, "It's a small matter. Limb regeneration is not a troublesome magic. He will soon be able to fight again. "
"Ok." Søren nodded slightly, and then ordered his men in a deep voice, "Gather everyone to the council hall!"
A dignified atmosphere spread in the port of Mordor.
The pirates who were originally fooling around all became well-behaved. All of them gathered with solemn expressions. One by one, the pirate leaders hurriedly rushed to the meeting hall. Their expressions were all rather solemn, as if a storm was about to arrive.
Half-elf first mate – Casa.
Red-haired female pirate Adele – Isabella.
Drow warrior leader Dark Blade – Andri.
Scarface.
One-eyed Dragon.
Tiger Shark.
Knight.
Butler.
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Søren's pirate leaders gathered in the council hall. Scarface, who had just regained his left hand, had a fierce expression. He had been silently wiping his sword.
Søren stood in the middle of the hall. He looked around at the pirate leaders and said in a deep voice, "Snake Island has fallen!"
The hall was very quiet.
The other pirate leaders obviously knew the news before they came.
There was no fear in their eyes. On the contrary, there was a kind of bloodthirsty excitement. This period of silence made them thirsty for blood and slaughter.
After all, they were all fierce and bloodthirsty pirates in the past!
As they had witnessed the establishment of Mordor City with their own eyes, these pirate leaders had enough confidence in Soran. So their first reaction after hearing the news was that they no longer had to stay in their nests to build. Snake Island had fallen. His Excellency Throat Cutter must be furious. There was almost no doubt that he would go to war with the pirate king Ashrod!
Søren's expression was cold. He glanced around the hall and said in a deep voice, "Gather the men!"
"Adele Isabella! You go and gather the pirate fleet in Shipwreck Bay! … One-eyed Dragon! You go to port Tylon to gather men and ask the Sea Temple for support! … Casa (half-elf first mate)! You lead the dragon-headed ship to cut off the eastern route! Don't let any ships of Ashrod near the south coast! … Dark Blade – Andri! You send someone to inform the high priest of the drows! They must send men to fight in this battle! Others, gather your men and follow me! … "
"This time, we want to fight with Ashrod! Face! Open! Fight!!! "
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(PS: That's all for today. A chapter of 4500 words. It should be two chapters tomorrow.)
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