"Do it...... Is it really okay?" Echo looked through the window of the command post, looking at the sand people who were pumped and rolled all over the dock, and there was a look of unbearability on his face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"They never knew what discipline was, and the life they went through was always that of the jungle, and there was only one way to make this group of people useful as soon as possible, except for war. Iron Axe replied respectfully, "You haven't been in the Far South for long, and the patriarch is very caring for you, so you may not know the temperament of these small clans. This level of teaching is nothing, and it can even be said that it is very necessary, otherwise they will only think that Osa has no prestige and is weak and can be bullied. ”

At this point, he rarely hesitated, "I think you don't feel comfortable because of ...... Your Majesty is sometimes too merciful. ”

"Totally agree," Andrea shrugged as she leaned by the window, "There is a proverb among the nobility that turnips and sticks are the best way to rule their people." And the thicker the turnip, the more benevolent the lord is. ”

"What is a turnip?" the hummingbird curious.

"A food, similar to your majesty's corn, is a specialty of the kingdom of Dawn," Andrea explained, "but even the thickest turnip is much thinner than a stick, so the implication of this sentence is that the punishment is heavier than the reward, and the people will know how to cherish it." A lord like His Majesty Roland will only be given the title of a loser in Glowlight City. ”

"That's one of the few things you think I'll agree with," Ash pouted.

"Probably Your Majesty is particularly able to speak?" Hummingbird thought as he pressed his chin to the ground, "What he taught Thuram to say makes sense...... The power of the collective is greater than that of the individual. ”

"However, even Thuram only memorized those words," Iron Axe smiled and shook his head, "If you haven't been to Neverwinter yourself, you can't imagine what an incredible new order Your Majesty has established." I believe that one day the entire Grey Keep will become like Neverwinter, but not right now - whips will make them remember the rules of the South more than words. ”

Echo sighed lightly and said no more.

"Lord Commander," a soldier suddenly walked into the command post, "there was a commotion in the Falling Stone Department and the Clear Spring Department, and someone was confronting the garrison. ”

"Because of the boarding of the ship?" Iron Axe's expression immediately became serious.

"Yes, those who were squeezed into the water called their families, hoping for the same food and gratuities, because it was not that they did not want to go to the Blackwater Valley, but that Osa refused them. ”

"Very well, who's stationed in the camp now?"

"Second Battalion of Muskets. ”

"Call two classes, and those Osa boys who want to sign up for the First Army, and tell them to assemble at the place of the commotion at once, and I will be there at once. ”

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing that Iron Axe was leaving, Echo couldn't help but stop him, "Please don't be too them......"

The latter stood at the door and was silent for a moment before he stroked his chest and saluted her, "I see...... Silvermoon-sama, I'll take care of it. ”

After the iron axe left, Echo returned to the table with some gloom. The move of the sand people to the north did not go as smoothly as she imagined, obviously as long as they did what His Majesty had arranged, everyone would be able to live a good life, but there were always people who regarded her words as lies, even if they had obtained a fertile land, they still couldn't completely trust her, and believed in His Majesty Roland.

She's missing life in Neverwinter a little.

She prefers the days when she stands on the top of the castle and looks out over the mountains and the city, singing the ballads composed by His Majesty, and when a melody she has never heard before sounds, she can feel true freedom and joy.

She hadn't sung in a long time since she got here...... I wonder if His Majesty Roland has written a new tune......

When will I be able to sing again?

......

"Vomit—" Sinbadi felt his stomach churn, and as the stone boat rose and fell, a stream of acid rushed up again. Ignoring the fact that there was other people's vomit everywhere on both sides of the ship, he lay directly on the fence and opened his mouth to vomit.

"Hey, you're alright," Mu Li patted him on the back, and his face turned a little pale - the stone boat, which was still flat in the bay, became a floating leaf as soon as it entered the sea, and the boat almost hit the shore sand several times when it was hit by the waves, and the horizontal swing never stopped. For the sandmen who are coming into close contact with the sea for the first time, it is nothing short of ordealing.

"Ahem...... It's barely okay," he collapsed on the deck after vomiting, "do you remember how many days we've been at sea?"

"Today is the fifth day. ”

"That's not right...... Sinbadi took a breath and whispered, "Remember what the people of the Qingquan Clan said......? Living in an oasis by the sea, you can't be mistaken—we crossed the area around Iron Sand City in the evening of the first day, which proves that the stone boats are not slow, but why haven't we reached the Blackwater Valley yet?"

"What do you mean......"

"Aosha's destination is not the Blackwater Valley, Thuram is lying, he is going to take us to a place much further south than the Choke Swamp!"

"Further south?" Mu Li also showed a worried look, "But there's nothing there, they won't be wrong, right?"

"The boat has been driving along the coast, and it's unlikely to be misguided," Simbadi pressed his aching forehead, "if it's closer to the southern end than the choke swamp, it's only—"

"Cheer me up, everybody!" Before he could finish, Thuram suddenly appeared in the middle of the deck and interrupted him, "Good news for you, we are about to arrive at our destination, pack your bags, and get ready to line up to disembark." Remember, whoever falls into the sea again this time, no one will catch you again!"

Sinbadi propped himself up and looked out of the boat, the shore was still bare, with no oasis in sight, and the water vapor and plumes of smoke in the distance confirmed his suspicions.

There is only one place that has such an incredible wonder.

The Endless Cape - the penal colony of the Mogins.

More and more sandfolks noticed something unusual, and the crowd on deck became restless.

"This is not the Blackwater Valley at all!

"Why did you bring us to the Endless Cape, do you want to leave us all here?"

"I'm going back, please, let's go back!"

"Shut up!" At this moment, Thuram had no intention of concealing it, "Did I mention that the place I was going to on this trip was the central part of the Blackwater Valley? The valley tributaries run all over the southern end, and naturally include the Cape area—any underground river Styx extends from the valley, don't I?"

Sinbadi thought angrily that if he had said he was going to work in the Penal Colony in the first place, few people would have applied for it.

"No one will be left behind, neither the Ausa clan nor the Greykeepers will stay here with you!" Thuram raised his arms and exclaimed, "Listen, from this day onwards, Cape Endless is no longer a desperate place for exiled prisoners, but a new town!"