"Well done, with the help of the Demon Crystal, we can win this war. I really hope that Terramante and Revaran are not too cowardly, and it is better to return the Netherworld to the main plane in advance, so that I can give them a big gift. ”

Henry whispered with a sneer as he played with the transparent crystal pillar in his hand. He really wanted to see how the Lost Lady Shar would look when countless monsters poured into the Netherworld City and wreaked havoc, whether she would send her avatar directly like a shrew to find the field, or would she secretly keep it in mind and wait for revenge to come back later?

Of course, judging from Shar's style of acting, it is more likely to choose the latter, after all, she is known among the gods for her deep scheming, rarely retaliating directly, preferring to hide in the shadows and fan the flames.

"I don't think it's very likely that the Netherworld will return to the main plane early......" The cold light in Kangus's eyes flashed. Judging from the records of Nesser's last period, there is no doubt that Terramante was a rather cautious man, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as timid, otherwise he would not have conceived the possibility of moving the entire city to the shadow plane so early. ”

Henry nodded slightly: "Indeed, the Supreme City Lord Tailamante is very careful and will never act rashly until he has completed the assessment of all the forces in the entire Faeron Continent. But don't forget, his eldest son, Revaran, has the opposite personality, so the possibility of returning to the main plane early is slim, but it's not impossible. ”

As the chosen vote of the Lost Lady, Revaran is so faithful to his goddess that he almost kneels on the ground and licks Shar's toes, so it is not surprising that he does something crazy. Otherwise, how could a mentally normal person believe in a goddess who is full of ruining desires.

You must know that Shar's followers usually have a strong and irrepressible desire for destruction. Every member of the Church is subject to rigorous screening. At least one evil operation under the supervision of a priest, although not as crazy as the Prince of Lies, Shirek, is not much better, and all of them can be classified as three wrong views.

"So what are you going to do? After so many years, Yin Soul City must have accumulated a large number of spellcasters, especially the shadow physique can greatly extend the lifespan, the mage group must be countless times stronger than us, and the losses must be very heavy in the case of a head-on conflict. ”

Congus voiced his worst fears, even though the Circle of Truth had so many lichs. He didn't dare to guarantee that he would have an advantage in the magic confrontation, after all, Netheril's reputation was too loud, and God knows how many terrifying technologies had been preserved in the Netherworld City.

Henry not only didn't feel a headache about the half-lich's worries, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of evil sneer: "Don't worry, I've already thought of a countermeasure." Take the Shattered Crystal and recruit an army of monsters, at least 100,000 in number, and gather them in the valley to wait for orders. ”

"One hundred thousand?!" Congus's eyes burst into a dazzling cold light. "Are you supposed to ......?"

"That's right, I'm just going to throw all these monsters into Netherworld City to wreak havoc. Hopefully, Telamante won't be by then. Think about it, what if there weren't enough inhabitants of the last floating city left over from the Nethril era? The smile on Henry's face widened as he said that.

"They're going to lose the most important cornerstone. It won't be long before it begins to decline and eventually perish. Congus smirked and said the second half.

What is the most important thing that underpins a civilization, especially a magical civilization?

Some scholars believe that it was a genius spellcaster who left their name in history, others believe that it was an extremely important discovery and invention, such as the Nexhrel Scroll and the Core of Mythera, and still others believe that it was people's attitude towards gods (most powerful magical civilizations are not very interested in gods), but they are all wrong......

The progress and development of any civilization is inseparable from the most important point, that is, the enrichment of population resources, and they are the creators of civilization.

There are not many inhabitants of the Netherworld City itself, only tens of thousands, once there are heavy casualties, then there is no doubt that it will be paralyzed, and the Supreme City Lord Tairamante has only two choices, one is to transform all into undead creatures, so that the Netherworld City will become a city of the undead, and the other is to replenish the new population from the outside.

However, as Nesser's orthodox self-proclaimedness, he may find it difficult to tolerate the second approach, so it is more likely that he will choose to become the City of the Dead.

In this way, the Shadow City has become the target of everyone on the main plane, at least the Church of the Gods in the good and neutral camp will spare no effort to oppose it, and normal people will not want to live with the undead.

"There is nothing more pleasant than death pouring down on the world, and I am very honored to be able to write the prologue of the destruction of Miè myself, and I hope that the courage of the enemy will not be too disappointing."

With that, Congus took the Shattered Crystal and floated away like a gloomy poet. Although he was controlled by Henry, the evil in his nature did not disappear, and he would be extremely excited whenever he received the order to massacre.

Because the soul is not only a tonic for him, but also a rare alchemy material, plus the demigod mummy that is being made recently needs a lot of consumption, so he is worried that there is no place to replenish it.

"Hehe, Revaraan, I'd like to see how you deal with a hundred thousand monsters that are on a rampage and in a state of madness." Henry looked at the departing half-lich, narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

He had prepared a large number of potions extracted from the mutated beast virus, which could burn life force and strengthen the body, but the price of using it was a little bigger, not only would he completely lose his mind, but his whole body would festered and died after two or three hours.

Of course, as a one-time consumable for cannon fodder, the current Cheng dù is enough. Anyway, their task is to destroy and kill, and whether they can survive depends on the specific race and physical elements.

After arranging the plan for the Ghost City, Henry visited his wife, who was only pregnant, and followed him to the hot construction site outside the city.

As April draws closer, there's finally a hint of spring in the vicinity of Baldur's Gate. The broken ice on both sides of the Oisa River has completely melted. New shoots also grew on the bare trunks. What a happy scene.

As soon as he arrived at the construction site of the floating city, he immediately noticed that the number of workers seemed to be much smaller, and all of them looked like the residents of the city, and the peasants could hardly see them.

An official in charge of overseeing the quality of the project obviously recognized Henry, and quickly ran over and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty, I don't know if there is anything I can do for you?" ”

"Why is there so much less workers here? Is it not satisfied with the salary? Or did there be some kind of accident that was strict? Henry asked with an unceremonious frown.

Hearing this question, the official was stunned for a moment, and then immediately showed a crying and laughing expression: "No." No, the wages we offer are absolutely good, and there have been no major engineering accidents, and the main reason for the reduction of workers is that the time for spring ploughing has arrived. Although most of the farmers have winter wheat, they still have to go home to take care of their fields and replant some vegetables and fruits, which is one of the two busiest times of the year, so they all go home early to prepare. ”

The official's explanation made Henry suddenly realize, and he couldn't help but smile and pat his forehead: "I see." I almost forgot about it. During the busy farming season, it is indeed normal for farmers to rush home to farm. May the goddess of the earth bless you, this year is also a good year. ”

"Rest assured, due to the abundant snowfall in winter, a large number of pests being frozen to death, and the timely spring rains, this year will surely have an unprecedented harvest." A satisfied smile appeared on the official's face as he spoke.

"Looks like you're familiar with farming?" Henry asked, somewhat curious.

He couldn't believe that a person in charge of supervising and managing construction still knew about agriculture, knowing that in the Faren Continent, a place where the speed of knowledge transmission was relatively slow, being proficient in the two professional knowledge was already a good talent.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I was promoted last year because of my excellent management of agriculture, and when this miraculous floating city is completed, I believe that I can climb up again, and perhaps becoming a nobleman in my lifetime is no longer just a dream. The official replied rather excitedly.

Since the Kingdom of West Hartland had just been established, the upper ruling class was not fixed, so as long as he could show enough ability, he would be promoted by Prime Minister Hawke immediately, and he didn't care if he was a descendant of the nobility, so everyone was desperately trying to show Xiàn.

"Then work hard, I hope you can become my vassal one day." Henry patted the official on the shoulder encouragingly, and then walked towards the half-built tower in the middle of the floating city.

Although this man in his thirties has been trying to express himself, he has forgotten the most important point, that is, the nobles of the Feilun Continent must not be without force, if he can't have a professional rank, it is difficult to get canonized, unless he has made enough merits, and he will slowly climb up to death by relying on his political achievements alone, and he is a slightly more senior official.

However, Henry did not say this sentence directly, because people cannot live without hope, even if it is so slim, but as long as they do not give up on themselves, they can exert 120% enthusiasm in their work.

After more than two months of non-stop construction day and night and the help of a large number of mages, the main body of the floating city has been built, and as long as the control tower in the middle is completed, you can start to lay the energy transfer system and build the magic lock, which is the most important part of the entire city, and it is also the place where a lot of precious materials need to be spent.

In order to ensure perfection, Henry is even ready to go bankrupt, he is not sure if the family he has saved will last until the completion of the project, maybe it is time to hold an auction and sell a large number of artifacts in his hands, if it is not enough, he will have to find a wealthy dark elf city to "carry the arms" again, anyway, he has already torn his face with the spider goddess Rose, and it is not bad to offend again.

Money! Money! Money!

The study of magic, especially a costly project like Floating City, was terrifying, and Henry finally understood why the Grand Arcanists of Nessera were so keen on expansion, and every effort was made with money, and no matter how capable they were, they couldn't make a name for themselves...... (To be continued......)