Chapter 657: Speculations about Giant Plants

In a small town ten kilometers east of Beilin City, Weilin and Kyle landed in the center of the town.

This place is only three kilometers away from the military camp and is located in a valley. In addition, the residents here fled because of the war, so it was used as the logistics base of the 15th Army.

"Lord Weilin, Lord Kyle, welcome to your arrival." A bald priest holding a priest's staff came forward, put his right hand on his chest, bowed and saluted.

Weilin motioned the other party to stand up and asked, "Aden, where is your master?"

"Lord Weilin, my master took Carlisle and others to the mountains to cut wood and collect stones, preparing to build a life church in this town." The bald priest did not hide it and reported.

"You go and get busy."

"Yes."

After saying goodbye to Yaden, Weilin and Kyle strolled around the town.

Walking out of the town center, I saw the priest leading the Crusaders to level the land.

Unconsciously, I walked out of the town and came to the farmland.

Looking at the three-meter-high crops, no matter how many times he saw them, Weilin was shocked and a little regretful.

Pinching the broad leaves, he felt the strong breath of life inside, and it was expected to be full in six months.

"If these crops can be taken back to the Kingdom of Ilia for planting, how many people can they feed?" Weilin let go of the leaves, turned his head and looked at Kyle, asking curiously.

Hearing this, Kyle shook his head and said, "My Lord, there will be no such crops in our world."

"That's right. The underlying rules are the foundation of the world's existence. In the world of Ilaria, there is a limit to the height of ordinary crops."

"I also understand why a medium-sized plane world would cause a fight among nine gods."

"There are nearly 300 million people in the Kingdom of Ansa alone. I can't imagine how many people can be fed if all the 200 million square kilometers of the Nangeshia continent are fully developed."

"My Lord, these all have a certain price." Kyle looked at the mountains in the distance with deep eyes and explained, "I have studied in Beilin City for half a month and found that most indigenous creatures do not have the ability to perceive fighting spirit or magic power."

"In other words, in our world, any intelligent creature, as long as someone is willing to teach patiently, can embark on the path of a warrior career. It's just a matter of time and resource consumption. In the world of Valkham, most creatures are born magic insulators, that is, they are born to be consumables of faith."

"Those natives who became professionals, I found a This factor is similar to the blood factor, which is not found in other indigenous creatures. "

"According to my research, that blood factor should be the key to the "seal". As for the reason for its formation, I haven't figured it out yet."

Welin touched his chin and said curiously: "Do you think it is possible that those humans with blood factors in their bodies are outsiders, and those who cannot become extraordinary are the natives of this world."

"Imagine that a powerful being conquered this world, modified the laws of the world, isolated the natives from perceiving magic, and made the people of his own world the rulers of this world. As the masters of the world, they ruled these natives for generations."

Thinking along the ideas of his master, Kyle was silent for a moment and put forward a different idea: "Master, is it possible that those people with blood factors in their bodies are the natives of this world, and those outsiders are the natives of the world annexed by Valkham. Because the world was defeated, they completely lost the possibility of embarking on the path of extraordinaryness."

"That's right, but..."

Around this issue, Weilin and Kyle put forward more than a dozen statements and discussed the feasibility of these statements.

Unconsciously, time passed slowly.

"Lord Weilin, Lord Kyle."

Hearing the shouts from afar, Weilin and Kyle stopped discussing.

"Master, I think you can..."

"I don't think so." Weilin showed a lazy look and refused without thinking, "I don't think I have any research talent."

"Okay."

Looking at his master's unquestionable look, Kyle's eyes flashed, wondering if he could talk to his master more about such topics, maybe he could get a lot of research inspiration.

At this moment, Weilin breathed a sigh of relief and finally fooled it.

It's better to let the mage be responsible for researching such things, and it's better for him, a half-baked druid, not to participate.

The bald priest stopped, stood in front of the two, and said respectfully: "Lord Weilin, Lord Kyle, I finally found you."

"Your master is back."

"Yes, Lord Weilin."

"Lead the way."

Following the bald priest, Weilin and Kyle returned to the town of Babek.

After half a month, seeing these prisoners again, Weilin could clearly feel their inner joy and yearning for the future.

Looking towards the center of the town, Lavia was standing in front of hundreds of prisoners with his bare chest, teaching them to spell and write the common language.

"Teacher, Lord Weilin is here." The bald priest came to Lavia and reminded him in a low voice.

Hearing this, Lavia turned his head and said to his students, "Yarden, you will teach them next."

"Okay, teacher."

Lavia handed the textbook and teaching stick he had written to his students, picked up the priest robe beside him, and first cast a cleansing spell on himself to remove the stains on his body, then put on the priest robe and walked towards Weilin.

"My Lord, I have fulfilled my mission. All 1,336 prisoners of war have chosen to abandon their belief in the God of Beasts and choose to believe in the Goddess of Life. They are willing to form a volunteer army and gather under your command to fight for the Goddess of Life."

Welin patted Lavia on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It was one of my best choices to keep you in Qixing Territory. Thank you for your efforts, Pastor Lavia."

"My Lord, I hope you can treat them well." Lavia hesitated and said.

Seeing the look on Pastor Lavia's face, Weilin assured him, "Don't worry, I will not be stingy with my rewards if you fight for me."

"Thank you for your kindness."

After that, Pastor Lavia waved and called Carlisle, and explained, "Carlisle, this is the commander of the 15th Army of the Fourth Legion of the Expeditionary Corps and the deputy director of the logistics department of the Expeditionary Corps, Weilin Aix."

"Carlisle, the former Black Rock Island garrison commander, meets Lord Weilin. May the goddess of life forgive me and my subordinates for offending you."

Hearing the common language with a Qixingling accent, Weilin felt particularly cordial and said with a smile, "Welcome you and your subordinates to join me. I promise you that as long as you make meritorious deeds, you can get gold coins, training resources, combat skills, etc. from me."

"Thank you for giving me and my subordinates this precious opportunity, Lord Weilin."

In the evening, after finishing this inspection, Weilin and Kyle returned to Beilin City.

Three days later, Weilin formed the Black Rock Army as the commander-in-chief of the 15th Army and appointed Carlisle as the general of the Black Rock Army. The first task was to take a ship to capture Black Rock Island.