You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 407 The Wrath of the Dragon King

Ice and fire carved through the mountain rock, and Roman witnessed its beginning and end.

The mountain ridge was cut off, and the natural barrier was turned into a smooth road.

It completely opened up the arteries of the two cities.

The nearly 20-meter-wide crack is wide enough to accommodate multiple carriages traveling side by side, which will greatly reduce transportation costs.

Easier transportation and more available manpower result in savings in human and material resources that are not as simple as they seem on the surface. The comprehensive strategic value is immense.

Now, we are only one solid bridge away from our ultimate goal!

Roman planned to build a perforated stone arch bridge spanning over a hundred meters across the river, with sturdy stone piers and granite paving the bridge deck. The final product would also be able to intercept enemy boats sailing upstream, serving as a natural defensive fortification.

The design drawings were created by him personally.

But building it was no easy task.

The valley is in dire need of time and must mobilize its resources to the maximum extent possible!

The bridge construction process is complicated. In the early stages, it is necessary to drive pile foundations and dig foundation pits. In order to ensure the stability of the bridge piers, it is necessary to find people to go into the water.

In previous years, the river flowed swiftly, but this year, although it is calm, there are still undercurrents at the bottom of the river.

Roman quickly found a candidate.

The people of Haibao, who have the blood of the deep sea, are naturally the first to step up.

They can stay underwater for extended periods, and their internal secret power can influence the direction of water flow. Although their abilities are weak, their skills in the water far surpass those of land-dwelling humans.

It’s decided to be you!
Regardless of gender, everyone went to the construction site to mix mortar!
……

This year has been even more turbulent than in previous years.

The former order is gradually collapsing, and the flames of war are spreading to more and more lands.

“This is called Dragon’s Fury,” Colin said. He was already very tall before his body was fully developed, and although he was not particularly handsome, he stood out among the servants.

Although they were servants, they did not till the land or serve others; they were warriors.

But these days, no job is easy.

Colin didn't want to fight, nor did he want to farm. He wanted to herd livestock, lie on the green grass, his nose filled with the fragrance of fresh grass, and watch the calves and foals grazing nearby, growing stronger and stronger...

But nobody cared about the thoughts of a mere war slave.

Even the sun doesn't care; it is now so cruel that the land is cracked like its lips.

At this time, even cattle and sheep are finding it difficult to find palatable grass.

He tasted it; the grass wasn't as tender and juicy as Icelandic pasture, and the number of livestock was far less than in Iceland.

The people here are skilled at farming. Every pirate with a name has captured many Black Iron farmers to work for, and they even fight bloody battles over land and slaves. The scale of these battles is never large, and Alex never stops them.

This is because it is in Igor's nature, because he needs a large number of auxiliary troops.

Alex followed Elder Igor's advice and tried to restore production in the north, but with little success. Killing and intimidation were not a long-term solution, and farming was a weakness of the Igor people.

It is said that later a southern nobleman sent them a huge quantity of cheap iron farm tools, which fully met the northern demand for arable land, while the pirates sent away a large number of surplus people.

With this back and forth, the cost of pirate rule decreased, and they gradually gained a foothold.

The northern Black Iron region became a remote enclave of Ego, firmly held by pirates, making it difficult for the Black Iron people to reclaim it.

The Pirate King commands pirates, and the pirates command servants, joining forces to conquer all directions and unleash the Dragon King's wrath—dragons breathe fire when they are angry, and the Igor people call the process of conquering the Black Iron Lands the Dragon King's Wrath—Colin is always enthusiastic about explaining the origin of the Dragon King's Wrath.

He was completely unaware whether what he said was right or wrong, or whether the truth was as shallow as it seemed.

He believed in the power of the dragons.

It was probably because he had seen that scene before. Dragons soared in the sky, looking down on all living things on earth, then swooped down, spewing flames.

boom!
The Icelandic palace, which had stood for a century, was engulfed in flames and collapsed with a deafening roar.

Nilsson, the newly crowned King of Iceland, son of Yarman, was placed on the throne by his uncle, Marshal Porter. The legitimate ruler was about to reign over Iceland, but his royal majesty vanished in an instant before the colossal shadow of a dragon. Dragonfire breathed past him, illuminating his rugged face for a fleeting moment, and a strong smell of burning emanated from his eyebrows and hair. Under the cold, sweeping gaze of the dragons, Nilsson collapsed to the ground, the fear and faith rooted in his royal bloodline reawakened, until Alex pulled him up and brushed the dust off him—that day, the two kings formed an alliance.

At that time, Colin was herding his livestock on a hillside a few miles from the palace. He witnessed this scene from afar and felt as if it were a dream, as if it were all unreal.

In his dazed state, the Axe Guard appeared out of thin air, many large hands reaching out simultaneously to take away his handy shepherd's stick, his tattered linen trousers, and the wool sweater his mother had knitted. They dressed him in boiled leather armor, a tempered gun, hard but extremely uncomfortable leather boots, and a hard leather helmet.

One second he was tending livestock in his hometown, the next he was crossing the ocean to this unfamiliar land, becoming the vanguard of pirates, and the leader of seven servants—servants of different backgrounds and of lower status than him, thus giving him leadership.

Jaeger's teeth were crooked and most of his nose was cut off, which was caused by bandits.
Martin had a face full of pustules, small eyes, and claimed he could fix donkey hooves.
Ailor was thin and clever, clearly a native of the Black Iron tribe—Black Iron people often added an er suffix to their names, and outsiders often did the same to integrate into this land…

Colin took good care of him—Ailor was not yet fifteen years old, a child even younger than him.

Pirates belong to several tribes, each with different missions. They belong to the Blood Raven tribe and are responsible for reconnaissance and relaying messages.

The task is not complicated. Just make a few rounds every day, and if you don't find any enemies, you'll be fine.

“When a dragon is enraged, it can destroy everything.” Colin has barbarian blood, but his physical characteristics have degenerated. The Ego bloodline only leaves a ring of golden-red beard on his face, and he is not violent in nature.

He walked through the woods, feeling as if he were being bathed in hot rain, with fine beads of sweat constantly dripping from his chin.

“I’ve seen it,” Colin said confidently.

“But it was injured. I heard that the red dragon was recuperating in the king’s backyard, bleeding profusely. The witch pulled a huge black iron arrow out of its body, which is said to be taller than me…” Little Elor pushed aside the bushes and followed closely behind his officer, panting heavily.

“They attacked from the shadows,” Colin insisted. Dragons, once they take to the skies, can conquer all life on land.

“My lord, even if the dragon flies, it’s useless; that’s the Son of the Cracked Armor,” Yeg said briefly.

He took the legends he had heard as truth. "I knew it! That family had a pact with the dragons, so the fortress was taken over by the world of the gods."

He was referring to the Iron Flower Fortress, the immortal pass that had hindered the pirate forces' southward advance, behind which lay the warm and pleasant, spring-like Rift Armor Territory.

The Duke of Cracked Armor left. But the Papal Knights arrived, heavily guarding the area, and no one dared to cross the line.

Little Elor said with difficulty, "If only King Alex could really destroy everything like Dragon Fury."

While we're at it, let's destroy that formidable pass so they won't have to suffer from patrols and the scorching sun, nor will they have to go to the battlefield.

"Stop dreaming. If Alex can melt stone and burn through walls... then what does he need us for?" Martin suddenly interjected. "If you ask me, we're the ones who should be doing the work. Look at the sun... shouldn't we be eating?"

His last sentence revealed his intentions. Colin knew Martin's personality: he respected no one and only cared about getting by. Unfortunately, Martin was a greenhorn who needed to listen to the seasoned veterans on many things, which made him very uncomfortable.

Let's find a place to rest.

The scouts' patrols were fraught with danger; if they spotted the enemy, they would be the first to die. However, their living conditions were also quite good. Every day at noon, they could eat dried meat and cheese brought from Iceland.

Some reckless people come here specifically for this purpose.

But some people are tragically assigned to this position. Little Elor thought to herself, full of resentment. Her mouth was dry, and she was terribly dehydrated, but she didn't want to drink water; she felt that even water tasted like death.

……

This summer.

The world is on fire.

The sky was cloudless, excessively sunny, and the sun was relentlessly tormenting the earth.

The main forces of the Papacy and the pirates were locked in a stalemate at Iron Flower Fortress. Although there were small-scale clashes, no full-scale war broke out.

Behind the wall, on both sides, lay exhausted soldiers.

They waited, painfully waiting under the scorching sun, closing their eyes, hoping to endure the long summer...

(End of this chapter)