The territory is stable, the new army has just formed, and there are tens of thousands of werewolves armed, everything is on the right track. It's just that when Qianye was choosing the next attack direction, he had some troubles.
One direction is a series of small countries established by the human race, honored by Wang Renyang, who is known as the King of Qinghai. The combined strength of more than a dozen small countries is no more than that of the werewolves in the Emerald Sea. Wang Renyang himself is similar in strength to the previous King Zheng, and it is said that he has a very powerful dodge secret technique.
The other direction is the werewolf in the black domain. There are countless large tribes there, not only occupying more than half of the territory of Maple Leaf, but also cutting off a lot of territory in the central area. The king of the black domain, the Duke of Gale, is one of the strongest in Yonglu.
Purely from the perspective of expansion, it is natural to choose a small country of the human race. Qinghai King Wang Renyang's fighting strength is mediocre, probably not Qianye's opponent at the moment, not to mention Qianye and Carol, with two against one, it can be said that they will win. The strength of the Duke of Galewind is far higher than that of the Duke of Bones. Compared with the vast black area rich in blackstone mines, the Emerald Sea is a barren land. The Duke of Haifeng didn't care about this land at all, and marched towards the central part of the mainland wholeheartedly.
And in the central area, bordering on the Black Territory is also one of the most powerful people in Yonglu, the Duke of Werewolf named Burning Soul.
The Duke of Galewind and the Duke of Burning Soul are lifelong enemies. The two have been fighting for decades, and neither can gain the upper hand. This is also the reason why the Duke of Hurricane is flawless.
It is not so easy to take down the Black Territory. Even if Qianye and Carol join forces, they may be able to force Duke Galewind back, but it is extremely difficult to completely defeat or even kill him. And while challenging the Duke of Gale, the Duke of Burning Soul may not stand by and wait for an opportunity, and fight out halfway to snatch the fruits of victory. Qianye didn't want the territory he had built so hard to be handed over to others.
In the past few days, he had nothing to do, so he stared at the map of Yonglu in a daze, repeatedly weighing the pros and cons.
The best choice, of course, is to start from the human kingdom, subdue Wang Renming, and with his help, he is sure to defeat the Duke of Stormwind. As long as the Duke is defeated, the black army will retreat sooner or later.
However, it is not yet time to start the war, the Great Corridor and the Emerald Sea Werewolves do not have much food in stock, and they will have to wait for a new batch of food to be harvested before slaughtering the livestock. Many of the industrial areas of Zheng State fell into the hands of Qianye, but the grain-producing areas were still within the territory of Zheng State. The food aid from the aristocratic family is still in the process of being raised, and it will take half a month to deliver such a large amount of military food.
Launching a war is not something that happens overnight. Qianye is not a person who is greedy for success, so he is not in a hurry right now, and is slowly sorting out the structure, personnel and troops of the entire territory.
Not two days after the peaceful days, a werewolf rushed into Qianye's office in a hurry, forgot to even knock on the door, and shouted when he entered, "My lord, there has been a change in the heaven-sent place!"
Qianye raised his eyebrows and said, "What's going on, speak slowly!"
The werewolf chief was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, he just kept saying: "That's it, it's weird anyway, I can't explain it clearly, sir, you can go and see it."
Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to be lying. With Qianye's current strength, he would naturally not be afraid of any traps, so he said immediately: "Prepare the airship, let's go and have a look."
When the airship was in place, when Qianye walked out of the office, he saw many werewolves on the way with worried faces and whispering incessantly. It seemed that the news of the change in the Heaven-sent Land had already spread.
The heaven-given land supports almost half of the werewolves in Bibo City, which is the key to the establishment of this giant city. Otherwise, with the werewolf's primitive farming and hunting methods, even a tenth of the size of the city would not be built. So if there is any problem with the Heaven-sent Land, any werewolf with a little knowledge will be nervous.
Qianye boarded the frigate and sailed directly to the land bestowed by heaven.
Before arriving, Qianye saw layers of fog rising straight up, almost forming a wall of fog hundreds of meters high. The fog wall covered the entire Heaven-sent Land, and it continued to extend outwards, all the way to the depths of the mountains.
When driving closer, you can see that the crops and pastures in the field below are withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. No wonder the werewolf chief is so anxious.
On the ground, some werewolves yelled and rushed into the fog to salvage something. They knew very well that once the crops of food and pastures in the Heaven-sent Land were exhausted, there would definitely be a famine in the city of blue waves this winter, and perhaps tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of werewolves would die of severe cold and hunger.
"My lord, take a look, what's going on here?"
On the frigate, a dozen or so werewolf chief priests who accompanied him looked at Qianye anxiously, and even the priests didn't know what happened.
The mercenary generals of the human race were naturally at a loss, but they all realized the seriousness of the problem when they saw the crops in the fields below wither.
The think tanks from Ningyuan Heavy Industry didn't look very good either. Song Hui even frowned.
Most of the werewolf tribes had no surplus food, and their lives were extremely difficult. Every winter, some people would die. The situation of small tribes is even less optimistic. When the cold winter comes and there is a lack of food, those tribes that cannot survive will often take risks and choose war.
Originally, during the reign of the Duke of Bones, disobedient and disliked tribes would be moved to the Grand Corridor, allowing them to attack the State of Zheng in order to consume the population and free up territory. Now that Qianye is taking over, naturally he won't do that. But the problem is, the land bestowed by heaven has never been harvested, so where can we make up for such a big gap
Qianye turned to look at Song Hui, who shook her head and said, "It's unrealistic to transport grain from the empire for such a big gap, how much is the freight alone? With our current financial resources, we simply cannot afford it."
Qianye also knew that allocating food from the empire was a drop in the bucket, and it was possible to support the troops, but it was impossible to support the hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city of blue waves. Moreover, just after the Battle of the Empire Floating Continent, they were preparing for the opening of the new world gate. It was the time when food was needed. Who can allocate so much food to Qianye.
Qianye narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at it for a moment, and asked, "When did this thing start to happen?"
The werewolf chief priest in charge of this place said: "It started to fog up this morning, and the fields will die at noon. We really can't find the reason, so we can only report to you."
"Could it be some tribe who made a mess?"
"How can ordinary tribes have this ability? Let me see, it might be the King of Qinghai or the Duke of Haifeng who did something good!"
"Makes sense."
While everyone was whispering, Qianye just stared at the white mist that was still expanding in front of him. The scenery after the fog gradually became blurred, the fields on the ground could no longer be seen, and those werewolves who were still running in the fields also disappeared, and even their voices became distant and indifferent.
Before long, there was a dead silence all around.
A werewolf chief suddenly called out: "Where are the people below?"
Everyone was shocked, only to realize that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't see far into the fog. And the cries, screams and cursing of the werewolves that could be heard just now all disappeared, just like the werewolves deep in the thick fog no longer existed.
No matter the werewolf priest, the chieftain or the warrior, no matter how hard they tried their eyesight, they couldn't see far into the fog, even those with superior eyesight. Perception is also exhausted very quickly in the dense fog, and it is lost after only a little penetration.
But in Qianye's eyes, there was another scene in the fog.
The concentration of the original force in the white mist is astonishingly high, and the attribute of the original force is also very special, very unstable, between the gray area in the middle of eternal night and dawn. The deeper you go, the thicker the original force is, which is equivalent to the thick fog formed by the original force in the void, and the perception of ordinary strong people can't last long in it.
But in the eyes of Qianye's control, the field of vision is continuously extending to the depths in the white mist, the deeper he goes, the more frightened he is. This attribute of the original force in the fog has never been encountered before, or even heard of. It is extraordinarily thick, gray and thick, and there is extreme restlessness under the calm appearance. It is somewhat similar to mercury if it is barely described.
In the depths of the white mist, it seems to be another world. It is difficult for ordinary people to survive in such a force, and the harsh environment is worse than the several famous dangerous places in the neutral land.
"You guys wait here." After saying that, Qianye flew out of the floating ship and rushed straight into the white mist.
As soon as he entered the white mist, Qianye felt a slight cold and slippery feeling on his body, as if there were some snakes and insects swimming and crawling on his body. If you feel it carefully, it is actually caused by the alien force in the fog that is eroding your body. Qianye stood still for a moment, experiencing the characteristics of the alien force.
This new force is indeed a bit like mercury, but not exactly the same. When they come into contact with the body, they will gradually try to soak in. However, as a god general, Qianye's rank is far superior to that of Chenxi Qiming, and the alien force cannot be immersed at all.
Qianye made a bold move. He let go of his protection, allowing these forces to soak into his body. After experiencing it for a while, he had roughly understood its main nature.
The erosion of the body by the alien force is not very violent, and the process takes quite a long time, so ordinary strong people can move around in the fog for a period of time, instead of being killed on the spot like in the void force storm. When these alien forces enter the body, they will release a strange poison. The toxicity is not strong, but it can be fatal if accumulated too much.
After understanding, Qianye lowered the altitude, and this time he finally saw the situation on the ground clearly.
The crops and pastures in the field are all dead, and the completely withered leaves are extremely brittle, as if they have been specially dried. However, there was heavy humidity in the fog, and these dead plants were so dry, which looked rather strange.
In the field, several werewolves fell to the ground.
Qianye flew over, trying to pull a werewolf up. But as soon as his hands touched his clothes, he felt that his body was like a piece of wood, extraordinarily dry and stiff. Qianye frowned slightly, turned him over, and what appeared in front of him was a mummy!
The water in the werewolf's body had completely disappeared, and the dry body was tightly attached to the bones, like a skeleton.
Qianye checked several werewolf corpses in a row, and they were all exactly the same.
He raised his head and looked into the depths of the white mist.