The city of Mordor was busy.
Although the Avatar Crisis had begun, the traces of demons frequently appeared all over the material plane to attack other races. But the city of Mordor did not stop its pace of expansion at all. Before a large-scale war broke out, Søren seized the time to launch the third large-scale expansion plan of the city of Mordor. This time, the expansion plan covered the entire island. Originally, according to Søren's estimation, it would take half a year before it could be carried out, but because of the harvest of a batch of Golems to strengthen the labor force, he simply started the expansion plan in advance.
"One, two, three! Pull hard! … "
"One, two, three! Pull hard! … "
"All of you, use more strength! … "
"After finishing the work here, I'll treat you to a good drink! … "
Old Jack walked back and forth shouting slogans. Beside him were shirtless men. These were all his sailors because the expansion plan of the city of Mordor this time was huge. Because the original labor force needed to prepare for spring plowing, sowing, and town development at the same time, there was a slight shortage of manpower at the moment. Therefore, the City Hall adopted the method of outsourcing labor to the subordinates, delegating tasks to the subordinates according to a specific remuneration.
This year's shipping was not very good.
The traces of sea monsters' activities were getting more and more obvious, and the wars in various places affected prices and normal transactions. At the beginning of the year, a caravan was attacked, so many people were hesitating whether to wait until the situation stabilized before making a move. In this way, the city of Mordor had a lot of idle labor force. These people were led by the leaders or captains of the caravan to take on the tasks of the City Hall. Anyway, they had nothing to do, so it was not bad to do some work to earn some pocket money. It was not easy to earn a living with their hands in this kind of war, and they could also make their presence known to the higher-ups of the city of Mordor.
The first phase of the project was roads.
'If you want to be rich, you have to build roads first.' This was absolutely true. There were now two new quarries in the city of Mordor. Most of the indigenous slaves had been transferred to the quarries to work. At present, the farming was handed over to the poor. After all, slaves were slaves. They were definitely not as active in farming as yeomen. They were still more suitable for doing some hard work.
Old Jack took over a 500-meter-long road.
According to the standards of Mordor's City Hall, all roads must be paved with stones. They would not become dusty roads when the weather was dry, and they would not become muddy roads when it was rainy. At least three carriages could pass at the same time.
The roads connected twelve towns.
The path that had been simply paved was rebuilt, and at the same time, there were also Magi to assist in the process.
While this place was in full swing, other places were also busy.
Rumble!
A violent explosion was heard.
Old Jack raised his head and saw that everyone else was looking in that direction. He couldn't help but wave his hand and say, "What are you looking at? There was nothing to see! They're blowing up the mountain! … "
"Let's finish this section before it gets dark. We can still drink when we get back!"
"Baldy!"
"I'm talking to you! … Don't be lazy! … Do you still want your salary? … "
A bald middle-aged sailor was called out. He scratched his head embarrassedly and quickly lowered his head to work.
At the other side.
The explosions were still ringing out one after another.
The island terrain near Mordor City was not very good. The best location was Mordor City and Port Mordor. Other places needed to be fixed a little.
What Søren was doing now was to move the mountains and fill the sea.
The part of filling the sea was in the fourth phase of the expansion plan of Mordor City, so what he had to do now was to move the mountains.
Søren needed a large piece of flat land.
So some of the unsightly hills had to be removed. And by removing these hills, Søren could also replan the farmland near Mordor City, connecting large areas of farmland together to form large-scale farm planting. The second was to facilitate the re-layout of the irrigation system. With the expansion of the farmland area, a second reservoir may need to be built and connected to the next island.
"Come on!"
"Are you ready? If you're ready, start the fire! "
A big man with a beard was shouting in the dense forest. He had a hideous tattoo on his chest, which represented his past identity, a pirate with a little status.
But now, he looked more like a contractor.
There were many people near him, and soon there was a fire in the woods in front of him. The valuable wood was almost cut down, and the rest were some low shrubs, weeds, and other plants. It was too troublesome to clean up these things, so they simply burned them all, and then other people would come to reclaim these lands. Most of the human farmland came from this way. It may take a little longer, but since the planning has begun, they should do it more perfectly.
A raging fire ignited.
A group of people gathered outside to watch the fun. There was an isolation belt nearby to prevent the fire from expanding beyond control.
"They are destroying nature! "
"Should we stop them?"
In a farther place, a young half-elf observed here. When he saw the fire spreading and the small animals in the forest fled, his expression was a little angry. He said to an elder next to him, "This is too much of a destruction of the natural environment! "
"Should we protest to them? "
The elder was silent.
Druil had his own dogma. He would definitely reject this kind of serious destruction of the natural environment.
But it was a little different here because this was the city of Mordor.
The elder thought about it and decided to wait first. It was not their turn to speak in the city of Mordor. At most, they could protest and put forward some opinions, relying on the status of Druil to make the other party a little afraid.
The result might be that the city of Mordor didn't care at all.
…
"Hey!"
"Do you think the people in the City hall have a problem with their brains?"
"On one hand, they want us to set fire to the mountain, and on the other hand, they want us to plant trees again! … I really don't understand! … "
Close to the south of Mordor, near the sea, there was a group of people busy working.
But their task was a little different because their task was to plant trees. Anyway, they were all saplings transported from the mysterious plant madman (Saruman) in Mordor. According to the task allocation of the City hall, they needed to plant these plants in specific places according to specific rules. Not only did they need to survive after planting them, but they also needed to have a beautiful landscape. When they thought of this, they couldn't wait to beat up the half-elf official in charge of this area. Wasn't this kind of work difficult for them?
There was no other way.
The task must be completed, otherwise, the City hall would lower their credit rating.
Fortunately, there were half-elves from Autumnfall in Mordor. They spent a lot of effort to find a half-elf who was proficient in gardening and let him guide these people on how to plant.
This was the limitation of this era.
As lower-class civilian workers, they did not understand that Mordor was planting trees while cutting trees.
It was not easy to get wood. There were many trees in those forests. The land here could be directly reclaimed as farmland. What was the use of planting these flowers and trees?
But no matter what they thought, obeying orders was the rule of Mordor.
…
Rumble!
Another series of violent explosions rang out.
A beautiful northern witch looked at the front with her head tilted. She seemed to feel that the work in front of her was boring, so she looked disinterested.
"Go."
"Move those stones out."
"Send three golems to the reservoir. Half of the stones here have to be transported there."
The young witch looked very listless. As a high-ranking spellcaster, she would definitely be a little dissatisfied to waste time here to supervise the progress of the project.
If it was the arrangement of the Witch Council, she would probably refuse.
But this was Mordor. After coming here, she realized that Mordor was different from the Witch Council, so even if she felt uncomfortable, the young witch still completed the task honestly.
"It's just a few days anyway."
"After finishing here, the contribution points are almost enough! … The library of Mordor should be open to me, right? … "
The young witch thought so and suddenly felt a lot more excited.
The so-called library of Mordor was actually the private collection of Gloria and the Fallen Witch. At present, there were a small number of books from the Arcane Empire in the wizard tower. These books were of great value to the lower-middle class witches. It was possible to master new spells from them, or some very special supreme magic skills.
Of course.
If you wanted to read these books, you had to pay a price. Mordor had long formed a unique contribution point system.
Sometimes contribution points were more important than money in Mordor.
…
"Get ready to fight!"
"Get ready to fight!"
"Everyone pay attention! … These electric eels are dangerous! … Don't be careless! … "
Near a clear river, many small warships of the city of Mordor had gathered here. Some people had cast fishing nets in the distance, and this group of people was watching the river nervously. Next to them, there were archers with arrows on their bows.
The river near Mordor was dangerous.
Not only were there a large number of man-eating tiger fishes, but there were also electric eels that could release dangerous electric currents.
In the past, these things were left alone, but now Mordor was going to be further expanded, and these dangerous things needed to be cleaned up a little.
At least some of the electric eels that could kill people were killed.
Sporadic battles were all over the edge of this area. The indigenous people had long been expelled and subdued. These guards were now killing some dangerous creatures.
Because this place would be included in the activities of ordinary civilians.
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