Through the Sigil of Listening, Roland received the result of the last holy duel and everything that had happened in the Land of Fire that afternoon.
He immediately called Maggie, Lightning, and Nana to his office.
"A witch in Iron Sand City is seriously injured and needs your help." Roland looked at the three little girls in front of him, who were holding their heads high and chest out. "Get ready tonight and set off tomorrow. You don't have to fly too fast, just arrive at Fallen Dragon Ridge before dark and arrive at Iron Sand City the next day. Ashes will meet you there."
"Are we both going?" Lightning pointed at herself and Maggie.
"Yes, I'll be relieved when you two are together." He nodded and said, "And Maggie alone can't tie Nana to her back, can she? Remember to wear more clothes. It's not easy to fly in this weather. "
Nana looked at the falling snow outside the window and could not help shivering.
"Got it. I'll deliver it on time, coo!" Maggie raised her hand and said.
"It's not a problem to fly there..." Lightning pouted and said, "But you have to wait for me to come back to explore the snow mountain! If I miss such a great adventure, I'll cry. "
"Well, the appearance of the greatest explorer crying... That's a moment worth recording." Looking at the little girl's serious eyes, Roland could not help laughing. He knew that Lightning had been looking forward to it for a long time since the news that there might be relics in the Great Snow Mountain spread. "Of course, you're all indispensable members of the exploration team. I can promise you that."
"Then it's a deal." She was relieved and patted her chest. "Leave the injured sisters to us!"
"You can treat the other Sand Nation people on the way, but don't stay too long," Roland finally ordered. "After Nana uses up her magic power, set off on the same day and take the same route as when we left. Do you understand?"
The migration of the Taquila survivors was coming to an end and the exploration of the snow mountain was about to begin. However, if Nana was not in Neverwinter, he did not dare to let the witches go to that unknown place rashly.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"All right."
"Gu!"
The three of them answered in unison.
When they left, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.
"So you've successfully conquered the Southernmost Region?" Nightingale poked her head out from behind.
"I can only say that I've taken the first step." Roland smiled. "There are still many things to do."
At this point, after more than a month of fighting, the desert operation had finally come to an end.
However, the upcoming migration was the highlight of the show.
He spread out the map on the corner of the mahogany table and set his eyes on the southern border of Graycastle. He had told Iron Axe everything about giving the Sand Nation a new oasis before he set off, and his first choice was the border land which had lost its lord and a large population. After the continuous civil war between Timothy and Garcia, the Port of Clearwater, Eagle City and other major cities had been reduced to ruins, and many of the surrounding towns and farmlands had also been destroyed.
As more and more refugees moved into Neverwinter, the Southern Territory became more and more deserted. Instead of leaving it there to grow grass, it was better to let the Sand Nation enter the Southern Territory to reclaim the land and rebuild the Port of Clearwater along the border between the desert and the green land.
In this way, the workers who mined the Blackwater could set off from the Port of Clearwater and go to the southern end of the desert by sea. According to Iron Axe's report, most of the underground Styx were located in the south of the Land of Fire, and the most common ones were in the Endless Cape. There was a tributary of the Blackwater that flowed close to the surface and the coast. Compared with the dangerous land route, sailing along the coast was obviously much safer. With the current technology of Neverwinter, it was undoubtedly the most suitable place to collect the Blackwater.
It might take a long time for the news to spread in the Southernmost Region, and the clans who heard the news might not necessarily go to the Southern Territory immediately, but it was not a big problem. The oasis was almost irresistible to the Sand Nation. It did not matter if only one or two clans or hundreds of people were willing to go to the oasis at the beginning. With a pioneer, the others would sooner or later follow and become subjects under his rule.
In this way, there were many advantages. In addition to obtaining a large number of laborers, the land would not be completely deserted, and the recovery of settlements could also prevent the spread of roving bandits. Roland did not need to transfer a large number of people from Neverwinter to work in the desert, and those who did not want to leave the Southern Territory could also find a place to live.
Of course, there were also hidden dangers.
That was the integration of the people of the Kingdom and the Sand Nation of the Mojin Kingdom.
But Roland was not too worried about this.
Not to mention that nationalism had not been awakened, the gods in this world were quite thought-provoking. They did not have a strong religious atmosphere, but were more like pure worship of nature. Both sides spoke the same language, and some of the customs of the Sand Nation were not so much a special culture as they had to change to adapt to the desert. Iron Axe and Echo were the best examples. The two wandered all the way to Border Town and did not seem to be out of place.
Therefore, as long as the law was strictly enforced and the rewards and punishments were clear, Roland believed that the Sand Nation of the Mojin Kingdom could also be transformed into qualified laborers.
Even if there was a rebellion, the First Army stationed in the Southern Territory and Fallen Dragon Ridge would not just sit there and watch.
In fact, compared to the integration problem, Roland was more concerned about the legends that Iron Axe had mentioned and the hybrid demonic beast that had attacked the witches during the duel. If the former was not wrong, it sounded like an irresistible accident had led to the desertification of the Southernmost Region. Geographically speaking, this protruding corner of the continent was not too far from Graycastle, so such a drastic change should not have happened. Unfortunately, he did not have enough people to explore the Southernmost Region, so he had to put this doubt aside.
The behavior of the hybrid was even more inconceivable. Roland had already known that this kind of abnormal creature had a certain degree of intelligence, but why on earth did it take the risk to attack the witches? If the demonic beasts in the inland besieged the human cities under the influence of the relics of the gods, then the Four-winged Eagle obviously did not attack the witches alone for this reason.
Just as Roland was pondering, Vendy and Phyllis knocked on the door and came in. "Your Majesty, the last batch of Taquila facilities will soon arrive at the Third Border City. Pasha invites you to meet her in the underground world."
Roland felt refreshed and thought, "Finally!" The so-called Third Border City was an underground cave at the foot of the Impassable Mountain Range. Its function was similar to that of an underground city. In essence, it was a huge hidden fortress. The last facilities were the Instrument of Divine Retribution and the relics of the gods. In order to ensure their smooth arrival, the First Army in Neverwinter had also participated in the transportation.
"What about the demonic beasts? Any movements? "
"There are no signs of large-scale gathering for the time being."
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