"Doing this...Is it really okay?" Echo looked through the window of the command post and looked at the sand people who had been pumped to the ground by the pier, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.
"They never know what discipline is. The life they have experienced has always been that the weak eat the strong. If they want to make this group of people useful as soon as possible, apart from war, there is only this way." Iron Axe replied respectfully, "You are here. You have not stayed in the extreme south for a long time, 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, it can even be said that it is very necessary, otherwise they will only think that Osha has no prestige and is weak to bully."
Speaking of which, he hesitated for a while, "I think it may be because... Your Majesty is too kind sometimes."
"Totally agree," Andrea, who was lying by the window, shrugged. "There is a proverb among nobles that carrots and sticks are the best way to rule the territorial people. The thicker the radish, the more benevolent the lord."
"What is a radish?" Hummingbird asked curiously.
"A kind of food, it's similar to His Majesty's corn, it's a special product of the Kingdom of Dawn," Andrea explained, "but even thicker radishes are much thinner than sticks, so the implication of this sentence is that punishment Only if you value the reward, the lord will know how to cherish it. A lord like His Majesty Roland will only be given the title of a prodigal in Radiance City."
"This is one of the few things you say that I agree with," Ashes curled her lips.
"Perhaps His Majesty is particularly good at speaking?" Hummingbird put his chin against his chin and thought, "What he taught Thuram to say makes sense... The collective strength is always greater than the individual."
"However, even Thuram just forcibly memorized those words," Iron Axe shook his head with a smile, "If you haven't been to Neverwinter in person, you can't imagine what kind of incredible new His Majesty has built. Orderly. I believe that one day in the future, the entire Greycastle will be transformed into Neverwinter, but now it is clear that the whip can't make them remember the rules of the South more than words."
Echo sighed lightly and didn't say any more.
"Commander-in-chief," a soldier suddenly walked into the command post, "There was a commotion in the Falling Stone Department and the Qingquan Department, and someone was confronting the garrison."
"Because of boarding?" Iron Axe's expression immediately became serious.
"Yes, those who were squeezed into the water called their family members, hoping to get the same food and reward, because they were not unwilling to go to the Blackwater Valley, but Osha refused them."
"Very well, who is garrisoning the camp now?"
"The Second Battalion of Musketeers."
"Call two classes, and the Aosha boys who want to sign up for the First Army, and ask them to gather at the commotion spot immediately. I'll be there right away."
"Yes, my lord!"
Seeing that Iron Axe was about to leave, Echo couldn't help but stop him, "Please don't be too harsh on them..."
The latter stood at the door and was silent for a moment, before patting his chest and saluting her, "I understand... Lord Yinyue, I will take care of my senses."
After Tie Axe left, Echo returned to the table with a bit of gloom. The sand people's relocation to the north was not as smooth as she imagined. Obviously, as long as you follow His Majesty's arrangement, everyone will be able to live a good life, but there are always people who take her words as a lie, even if they have obtained a fertile land. , still can not completely believe in her, believe in His Majesty Roland.
She misses her life in Neverwinter a bit.
Rather than being the head of the clan, she prefers to stand on the top of the castle, overlooking the mountains and the city, and sing the ballads composed by His Majesty. When the melody she has never heard before, she can feel the true freedom and freedom. hapiness.
After arriving here, she hasn't sang for a long time... I wonder if His Majesty Roland has written a new song or not...
When will I be able to sing again
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"Ouch" Sinbad felt like the earth was shaking in his stomach, and as the stone boat rose and fell, a stream of acid surged up again. He ignored other people's vomit everywhere on both sides of the boat, lying directly on the fence and vomited with his mouth open.
"Hey, are you okay?" Mu Li patted him on the back, and her face was a little pale. Once the stone boat in the river bay was like a flat ground, it became a floating fallen leaf and was beaten by the waves. , the boat nearly hit the sand on the shore several times, and the sideways swing never stopped. For the Sand Folks, who were in close contact with the sea for the first time, it was a complete ordeal.
"Cough cough... It's barely okay," he collapsed weakly on the deck after vomiting, "Do you remember how many days we were at sea?"
"Today is the fifth day."
"It's not right..." Sinbad breathed and whispered, "Remember what the Qingquan clan said? They... live in an oasis by the sea, so we shouldn't admit it wrong. We crossed the iron sand in the evening on our first day. In the area around the city, this proves that the stone boat is not slow, but why hasn’t it reached the Blackwater Valley yet?”
"what do you mean… "
"Osha's destination is not the Blackwater Valley. Thuram lied. The place he wants to take us to is much further south than Choker Swamp!"
"More south?" Mu Li also showed a worried look, "But there's nothing there, they won't admit the wrong way, right?"
"The boat has been driving along the coast, and it is unlikely to be mistaken," Simbady pressed his sore forehead. "If it is closer to the southern end than the Choking Swamp, then only"
"Everyone cheers me up!" Before he could finish speaking, Thuram suddenly appeared in the middle of the deck and interrupted him, "Tell you good news, we are about to arrive at our destination. , pack your bags and get ready to line up to get off the boat. Remember, whoever falls into the sea this time, no one is going to fish for you again!"
Simbady propped himself up and looked out over the side of the boat. The shore was still bare and there was no sign of an oasis, and the surging water vapor on the sea in the distance and the thick plume of smoke confirmed his guess.
Only one place has such an incredible spectacle.
Endless Cape, the exiled land of the Mojin.
More and more sand people discovered the strangeness, and the crowd on the deck became restless.
"This is not the Blackwater Valley at all! Aosha lied to us!"
"Why did you bring us to the Endless Cape? Do you want to leave us all here?"
"I want to go back, please, let's go back!"
"Shut up!" At this moment, Thuram no longer wanted to hide, "Did I say that the place where I am going is the central area of the Blackwater River Valley? The tributaries of the river valley are all over the southern end, naturally including Any subterranean river in the Cape area extends from the river valley, isn't it?"
This is just sophistry! Sinbad thought angrily, if he said he was going to work in the exiled land at the beginning, I am afraid that few people would apply for it.
"No one will be abandoned here, whether it's the Aosha clan or the people of Greycastle, they will stay here with you!" Thuram raised his arm and said loudly, "Listen, from today onwards, the Endless Cape No longer a desperate situation for exiles, but a new town! This is the order of the warchief!"