While part one of the quest requirements was easy to fulfill, part two was a little troublesome.
First of all, the nonhuman capital would have to be relocated and not built directly on the Grayclaw Tribe's original location.
At first, Zonyan had considered if he should place the capital where the Grayclaw tribe used to be. After all, the Grayclaw tribe had chosen to settle here not only to protect the Heroes' Cave, a forbidden ground, but also because this place was well-connected in the Vierlin Plains, allowing them to easily radiate their influence and orders to other areas.
On the other hand, many buildings could be directly used and wouldn't have to be rebuilt, saving much time and manpower in the early stages. After all, the entire Grayclaw Tribe apart from Zonyan had been wiped out, and there was no need to consider what the original owners of the buildings would think …
Still, Zonyan gave up on that idea after thinking for a long time.
While it would be convenient to build on the base of a village, there would be indirect constraints and he wouldn't be able to work freely. In comparison, planning and building from scratch would definitely give him more freedom than being restricted to a single village. * * *
In the faraway Divine Kingdom, Xi Wei quite admired Zonyan's bold decision.
Being a Transmigrator from Earth, he knew more about such matters than natives like Zonyan.
There was a famous story back on Earth about how 'the size of a rocket's propeller is determined by the size of a horse's butt'.
The gist of it was that the ancient Romans had decreed that the width of a road should be the size of two horse's buttocks, which ended up being a rule that didn't change much even in modern times. Due to the restriction of that tradition, the tunnels dug were only slightly wider than two horse's buttocks, which was why the railway tracks in that country could only be that wide.
That was why, without breaking the spirit of antiquity, not only was the capacity of the trains tightly restricted, even the size of the spacecraft that had to be transported by the trains was limited, which was how the story came to be.
Still, Xi Wei didn't bother to verify whether that story was true or not. Still, Zonyan's method of starting from scratch clearly avoided the problem of horse's buttocks to a certain extent, and was worth praising.
Hence, the Players who were still choosing the location of the new city saw a huge 'like' icon formed by clouds in the skies, and began to discuss it. After all, the icon had only appeared in the Player forums, and from a certain point of view, it was a code between the Players.
Some of the Players who enjoyed exploration and adventure even worked together to build a flying device, intending to fly up there and see what was going on.
[Marni Wilf is dead. He was killed by falling from a great height.]
Aside from some of the idiotic Players who were celebrating, 'Marni's dead again, we're safe!' or 'Everyone, hurry up and raise money to build another spaceplane, there must be something good on it!' "We're almost out of materials. Let's get more from the murloc dungeons." Most players continued doing their own things after the novelty wore off.
In the end, the Players of the Western Continent chose the foot of the Vierlin Mountains as the new location for the Inhumans' capital.
There was a small mountain path that could pass through the Vierlin Mountains. It was the main transportation route between the Vierlin Plains and the other regions of the Western Continent. As long as this path was controlled, the safety of the Vierlin Plains could be maximized.
Apart from that, Zonyan would also continue on that path so that humans and nonhumans could exchange what they need and develop faster.
Of course, the biggest reason was that many players felt that this was a good place to rest and resupply before they set off to explore the other regions of the Western Continent.
There were very few Life Players with Specialist Construction skills, and most of them lived in the Unnamed Town, which was why Zonyan had to spend a lot of effort to invite them to build the Western Continent's capital.
Angora was kind enough to set some daily quests for Zonyan so that the newbie Players could mine ores for Zonyan's side.
After all, being a noble, Angora had strategic vision. From his perspective, the Inhumans' capital would definitely become the main base for the Players on the Western Continent once it was built, and its status would probably be equal to the Unnamed Town and second only to the Sky Horizon.
With that being the case, there was no harm in showing goodwill to Zonyan, who had been predetermined to be the city lord. Even if there was no such saying in this world, Angora knew that it was better to offer help in a time of need than to add flowers to a brocade.
Zonyan was indebted to Angora as well. At first, he had ambitiously divided the capital into living and trade zones, but it was troublesome to actually do it. The few ores he had were used up after he finished building the city lord's residence and the surrounding facilities.
Now that they had Angora's support, things were a little better for them.
Hence, the amateurs tinkered around for almost two weeks, and the shape of the Inhumans' capital was finally completed.
Then, it was time for the relocation.
As per Zonyan's instructions, the Players moved all the Inhumans' tribes to the capital.
Naturally, Xi Wei had made the blueprints according to his own taste, choosing the models of majestic and fantastical cities in games. Even the most knowledgeable Players would yearn for such a city, let alone the Inhumans who were filled with bumpkins.
Even though the entire city was only in its embryonic form, and the framework had just been set up, even this' framework 'was enough to shock the non-humans for thirty years!
Oh my god, what the hell is this? Are human cities actually that fancy? Are we really going to live in that city?
The little bit of resistance they had at first vanished with the majesty of the city. The younger the Inhumans were, the more they yearned for their future.
Moreover, with the Long Ears as an example, some of the younger Inhumans were also secretly converting to the God of Games.
Be that as it may, they clearly hadn't fully accepted the change of faith, which was why they were only shallow believers and couldn't become Players for the time being, having fun with those idiots.
* * * Meanwhile, Zonyan, the King of all Inhumans was having a headache in the mayor's residence.
"Well …" He stared helplessly at the Life Player who resembled an old geezer. "Could you explain why my residence looks like this, Master Birud?"
Zonyan was less than Level 10 and still had a long way to go for class-change. Zonyan could kill a dozen of such small fries with a single punch, but he was actually one of the rare Players who had mastered three Excellent-tier Life Skills, and even Angora respected him.
"Isn't it great that it's shiny?" Birud asked in confusion.
"No, it's too shiny! It's like the inside is gold, and it hurts my eyes! By the way, it's clearly stone and galvanite, so why does it feel like gold?! " Zonyan finally couldn't help complaining. "It feels like a nouveau riche who's using it everywhere. It doesn't have the luxury of gold at all, it's so tacky!"
"That's because I've changed the material. It's a new ability I've gained from Excellent-tier Architect. Everything in front of you might look like gold, but it's actually made from normal stone and galvanite …" Birud replied. "I could change the material to tree vines if you're not satisfied."
"Why tree vines?!"
"It's wild, isn't it? I think that's what you Inhumans like. "
"That's prejudice! You don't have to stick material on it as long as it's normal! " Zonyan put both hands on Birud's shoulders. "Please, just normal buildings will do!"
"Tsk. How willful." Birud's back was hunched, and he smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.
You're the most willful one! Zonyan roared inwardly.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
