For Faust, the affairs of the Wasteland are over here. He was just passing by, thinking that the Wetland might need some people to show off, and he was a little greedy for the new treasure, the Immortal Seal, so he found some villains to make undead slaves. As a result, the Shirami family was implicated. It was a blessing in disguise. When he finished eating the dragon brain and dragon heart, Lena Sparks of the venture capital company and Spring, the foreign steward of Eagle's Nest and the former leader of the night werewolves, all arrived. Lena was like a lava barrier that couldn't be sold for a while, and she was idle anyway, so she came to look for new business opportunities. Although the Wasteland is poor, it is not really that nothing is produced. What's more, mithril mines have been discovered now. Mithril mines are something that can be said to be no more than enough. With it, those guys with poor talents can pretend to be decent people in the extraordinary circle. It is definitely a hot item. As for Spring, although Pastor Luo did not admit it, he did not deny that Faust was his student. And now there is only one student, and there is no heir. So without a son, the student is also half a master. No matter how authoritative he or the two-headed ogre Paz is, they are only servants in the inside. The two have different identities. Spring dare not neglect them.
He discussed with the Shirami family and soon decided on an interactive plan. Since Priest Luo was impressed by the air cavalry backpack transportation of the Order Spire when he was on Alex, he also took the time to do it in the later period of the Purification Dream Dimension. Specifically, it is the kind of bag sent to Faust, and Faust can't use so many. Priest Luo tried to make some big bags, the kind of big bags for backpackers, and then combined them with air beasts. The Eagle's Nest Castle should have an eagle, so he asked the Emerald Sky Dragon Clan to help him get a giant eagle from another continent, tamed it, and raised it in a corner of Torch Peak, and spread it. However, there are still some problems in domestication, and there is also the need for docking with the target site, such as the Eagle's Nest Tower, so this project has not yet been launched. Now it is just right to use Yangding City as a pilot. Once it is done, just copy it according to this template. The authority in this regard has long been delegated by Priest Luo, and he does not need to manage it. Spring can decide. The Xilami family is naturally willing. The giant eagle air transport is fast, low-cost, and there is no need to worry about safety. Now everyone knows that if you dare to attack the Eagle's Nest Castle, you may be slapped in the face by the werewolf guards. It is simply tired of living. With the giant eagle air transport, the food demand in Yangding City can be well solved, and the dwarves who love wine can also get the specialty wine of the Dark Forest. The key is that they don’t have to be skinned by the middlemen and can afford it. Coupled with the development of the mithril mine, this series of favorable factors will inevitably promote a new round of prosperity and strength for Yangding City and the Xilami family... Faust stayed in Yangding City for another day, refused the visits of the nobles who came after hearing the news, and selected some scum from the captives, expanded the undead slave cavalry to 100 people, packed up the equipment, and set off for the marshland. The marshland is very large, so large that it can accommodate the Dark Forest, Ash Mountains, East Wilderness, Maolin Plain, Fire Rock Basin, Ash Plain and Wasteland, including the mountains and rivers that divide these areas. So it is not surprising that a population was born on that land, ruled the entire marshland, formed a country, and became the absolute main ethnic group. The people of the kingdom are used to calling it the Marshland instead of the lengthy official name. In fact, if you want to go to the marshland, it is very convenient to walk from the Eagle's Nest Castle in the Dark Forest. Exit the Windward Canyon, enter the Ash Mountains, aim for the west, go around, exit the mountains, and pass a highland, which is the territory of the Marshland. However, due to old grudges and different cultures formed in different regions, the people of the Marshland do not like the people of the Kingdom, and the people of the Kingdom do not like the people of the Marshland. The two sides are basically in a relationship of never seeing each other again. Especially after the Ash Mountains were shrouded in darkness, the people of the Marshland would not even come to the highland area, fearing that they would be cursed. This is obviously a ridiculous superstition. The reason why the Ash Mountains were shrouded in darkness was the Dark One.
The Dark One is one of the evil gods. They stir up trouble in the Kingdom, but are willing to let the Marshland go? This is like a bear that only eats rabbits and not fish. Bears not only eat fish, but also like to eat them, and are good at fishing. It's just that the bears were tripped up before, and they have only gradually been freed in recent years. The hungry bears naturally started to eat without hesitation. This big bear bit into the delicious and juicy meat of Samaran City, the capital of the Marshland, and even put some seasoning in advance. The seasoning starts with the light of the marshland, Shamtasin. Generally, the light of something is to praise girls, but Shamtasin really did a brilliant thing, so that the people of the marshland were willing to give this title to the king. It was under the leadership and supervision of Shamtasin that the people of the marshland completed the project of raising sea clams in the marshland. Sea clams are to the people of the marshland like cattle and sheep are to nomadic people. They are food and materials. The people of the marshland call them gifts given by the water god Sama to the people of the marshland for reproduction and survival. But with the growth of population, the production of clams in the sea has gradually failed to keep up with the needs of the people of the marshland. Some people have a brain hole and said that a large part of the marshland area is formed by the backflow of seawater. Can clams be raised? It must be said that the area where seawater backflows is heavy in salt, so this area is like an alternative desert, with almost no output. Later, someone brought a certain kind of algae from the underground salt lake, allowing this area to produce algae, thus ending the era of large seawater wastelands. That's another story. In short, the reproduction of various ethnic groups is a process of fighting against the heaven and the earth for survival. The Zedi people are also changing the environment little by little to obtain more survival resources to feed themselves and their families. Rearing sea clams is easier said than done. The key is the cost. If it is a magic modification that is just for fun by extraordinary people, then there are many more mysterious examples. But if it wants to be widely used and feed countless mouths, the cost must be reduced. As the successor of the Zedi royal family, Shamtaxin actually just took over the project of his ancestors and continued to promote it. Thanks to a small coincidence, and the time has come, the iterative domestication of sea clams has been completed, and their environmental adaptability has evolved, becoming an existence that can be cultured on a large scale and at a low cost. In short, this is a story like Foolish Old Man moving mountains. It's just that Shyamtaxin enjoys the glory of the fruits of generations of hard work. This person didn't need to praise him. As time went by, Shyamtaxin forgot about himself, lost his beep number, took all the credit as his own, and lived a life of sexual bliss every night. Then the body inevitably collapses. After a few years when he thought life would be worse than death, he decided to abandon his ancestral teachings. "Hai Bang Zeyang was the one who made breakthroughs through my reforms. It can be seen that the established law cannot be trusted and the ancestors cannot be relied on. People of the new era must have a new era understanding. How can they be successful if they always hold on to old-fashioned ideas?" So he began to use extraordinary methods to solve his own problems. It was indeed solved. Shyamtaxin was happy and continued to play music and dance. I am already extraordinary, yet I am so scared! However, transcendence also has its limits, especially his body, which is not transcendent. He only taps out his life potential through the stimulation of extraordinary items, and then he quickly squanders it. "King, your body is overwhelmed and your soul is on the verge of collapse. The extraordinary method can no longer be used, otherwise it will be equal to murder."
Shamtaxin was very sad: "I want to protect this country for several more decades!" Just when Shamtaxin was depressed and on the verge of death, a mysterious man who claimed to be a hermit asked to see him, saying that he had a way to help Shamtaxin regain his life. "Okay, let me meet him!" At this moment, the situation that the ancestors were worried about emerged. The king did not seek mystery, not only because his seekers could easily lead to drastic changes in the inheritance of royal power, but also because mystery was uncontrollable and there was an unknown possibility of being too right. In the ancient times of this world, there were tragedies in which kings sought mysteries and sacrificed royal power for personal achievement. As a result, the whole kingdom was cursed and fell. The ancestral laws were born to guard against these, but when Shamtaxin came here, they were all broken. The hermit took out a black book without a cover: "Academic magic is useless. Why don't you try other methods, such as witchcraft." "Witchcraft? That kind of ancient and primitive thing, where success relies heavily on luck, and you also use it to make a fool of yourself? Do you think I really don't understand the extraordinary at all?" "Your Majesty is wise. Your description of witchcraft is consistent with most situations, but there are a few that escape this barbaric category. Like the set I am going to recommend to you now, it comes from an ancient tribe, which transfers the life span of young people to respected people so that they can lead the tribe to move forward. The reason why ordinary witchcraft is unstable is that each caster has his own characteristics and methods, and it is extremely difficult to standardize the process. The unique thing about this is that the spell casting process is transformed into a totem. The totem remains unchanged and the ritual process remains unchanged. As the number of uses increases, the totem becomes more powerful and the fault tolerance of the ritual becomes higher. This time, I brought the essence of the totem and put it in this nameless black book. " Shyamtaxin rebuked with a bit of pretentiousness: "Sacrificing other people's lives in exchange for extending your own life is a bit evil." "The law itself is not good or bad, the key lies in the people who use it. Your Majesty, with your contribution and achievements to the Swamp, and your importance to the Swamp, I believe many people are willing to ask you to sacrifice their lives. You know, there are always mediocre people, but there are not always wise kings. With your leadership, Zeland will move towards greater prosperity and glory. This is a very simple account that everyone can calculate. What's more, we only take part of the life span from those devotees, find a few more, take less from each person, and give some generous compensation, which is perfectly fine. Or let those death row prisoners bear the responsibility. Instead of wasting their life in vain, it is better to make some contributions to the country and atone for their sins at that time. " "Hmph, it's a bit unreasonable, but how do I know that everything you say is true? You hide your head and don't even show your true face." "Of course I have my reasons for hiding. I want to help you, but I don't want to give up the life of a hermit, so that's all I can do." "I don't believe there is no love without reason. My people love me, but you don't. Why do you want to help me like this?" "I have a small request. The hermit also needs food and drink. The hermit also has his hobbies. Some hobbies can only be satisfied by the king's treasury. For example, I need a handful of golden pearls." "Hiss..." the hermit lion opened his mouth, and the amount of the request made Shamtaxin frown when he heard it. However, precisely because of this, it actually made him believe it. He is the only one in this world who can produce a handful of golden pearls. Of course, this is actually arrogant, but it is not enough to put it on the surface. It is true that the King of the Marshland is the one who is known to be able to take out this wealth. The key is that this thing is relatively biased. The King of the Land has a mountain of wealth, and it is difficult for him to have a large number of gold pearls. "Then how can I confirm that your method is feasible and has no sequelae." The hermit smiled: "This is simple. I believe that there are also elderly people in the royal family who need care." I am not afraid of trying, and if you are willing to wait, you can wait and see.
Having said that, there is really nothing to argue about. As a king, Shamtasin still has basic caution. Try! Not only my royal family has elderly people who need care, but also the families of important officials? It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Everyone will live another ten or even dozens of years in good health and happiness! If it succeeds, this will be another major reform of Shamtasin that will surely be recorded in history! The hermit certainly has no objection. It's just a few more puppet actors. How difficult can it be? Shamtasin was not as patient as he thought, especially when he saw the man who was lying on the bed waiting to take his last breath, full of energy, jumping and jumping, and four female companions a night were not too much. He was stimulated and was not prepared to wait any longer. "If there are enough sacrifices, can I get exaggerated benefits at one time?" "Your Majesty, I don't recommend doing this. It exceeds the upper limit of human beings. It is hard to say what the result will be." Shamtasin disagreed: "So I am the king, the light of the marsh, not you. Do what I say and do your own thing." In this way, Shamtasin held a grand sacrifice ceremony. Almost all the death row prisoners in the country were gathered together, and it was not enough, so some of the heavy criminals were sentenced to death. "Let their lives shine and bless me in the most effective way." "I will follow your majesty's wishes." The hermit who presided over the ceremony could not kill them all by himself, so he hired a group of executioners. These executioners were all masters of execution who had practiced for many years, and their skills were passed down from their ancestors, but Shamtasin did not notice that they had been taught by the hermit in advance, and their pupils were shining with a strange light. "Please, give me a quick death!" Even the tough guys could not bear the hermit's methods, and they dared not ask for life, but only for a quick death. "You should feel honored, after all, you are dedicating your life to the great one!" Shamtasin thought that the 'great one' mentioned by the hermit was him, and he solemnly said to the prisoner who was tortured to the point of being unrecognizable: "If there is an afterlife, remember to abide by the law." Then the hermit skillfully cut the prisoner's throat with a knife, just like a butcher slaughtering pigs and sheep, familiar and without any extra emotional fluctuations. Then he scolded: "The prayer is a little louder, and you must focus!" The abused prisoners had their throats cut and bled out one after another. They would not die too quickly because they needed to finish the prayer. The hermit said that it was aimed at the totem, but only the hermit knew what the truth was. After all, what was displayed in front of everyone was just the black book, and no one could see the secrets inside. When the sacrificial ceremony reached the third stage, there was finally a response. Shamtasin put down his hanging heart and smiled proudly at the hermit, which meant: What do you think? The bolder the people are, the more productive the land will be. This king does not have to endure your demands and exploitation from time to time in the future. At one time, I will absorb all the amount I need for the rest of my life. When life becomes boring, this king will die with a bang, just so unexpected, hehe! In the specially selected sacrificial hall, the crystal lamps suddenly went out and the temperature dropped suddenly. The biting cold wind rose from all corners and soon formed a whirlwind, with ash-like fragments in it. "Focus on praying, don't stop!" the hermit scolded. Shamtasin also knew that things had come to this point, so he could only bite the bullet and go ahead. He shouted: "Focus on completing the ceremony. After the ceremony is completed, each person will be rewarded with 100 gold coins and one person will be knighted!"
One person is knighted, and any male in his family can be given the status of a knight, and from then on they will enjoy the treatment of aristocrats. It is convenient for traveling, meeting people, etc., and it is glorious and practical. The praying people listened to Shamtasin's promise and really focused more attentively. But the situation did not get better. On the contrary, there were more whispers in the whistling wind. It was vague, seemed close but far away, and people unconsciously wanted to understand what was being said. "Focus! Focus!" The hermit shouted loudly. Shamtasin himself was weak and weak in spirit. At this time, he was blown by the cold wind and washed by the devil's sound, and he began to be confused. Then he shook his head and muttered unconsciously. At this time, the crystal lamp in the hall lit up again, but it was not the original luster, but blood light. On the floor, gray frost began to condense, not like ice and snow, but like ashes. Shadows rose from every corner of the hall like curtains, and closed on the vault of the hall in the sharp whistling sound of the wind, which seemed like the grin of a demon, forming a gloomy iron cover. Many of the prayers could no longer bear it, and their hearts were terrified. They no longer listened to the hermit's orders and were ready to stop. But they found that they could not stop. Some force was pushing them to complete the last prayer. As the last prayer was chanted, the shadow wall seemed to turn into a veil. Under the reflection of the blood lamp, all kinds of strange and twisted figures roamed behind the veil, making strange noises. These noises gradually unified and turned into a shouting in unison. The bodies of the dead sacrificers flew up one after another and quickly disintegrated into ashes. This scene made many of the worshippers collapse. They tried to escape, but after they stood up, they also screamed and floated up, and then disintegrated into ashes. The real peak stage of the ceremony arrived. Shamtasin was no longer the half-crazy man who shook his head and muttered before, but walked towards the altar with the appearance of a king returning. After approaching, without seeing any body movements, he flew to the altar, grabbed the black book, and let the magic fire on it burn his hands, but he was not moved. The hermit also flew to the altar, like a phantom, merging with Shamtasin, but the hermit's cloak was put on him. Then Shamtasin took off his cloak, revealing an evil and crazy expression he had never had before, and shouted loudly: "The banquet has begun!" All kinds of strange cries passed through the curtain and rushed out from the open door of the sacrifice hall, rushing in all directions. Soon after, the whole city was plunged into blood, fire, screams and howls. Samaran City fell.
