Chapter 1053 The Magician! The Glory Holy See! Coming towards you!
Archmage Baierbo controlled the airship, climbing, climbing, climbing along the rising mountains. From the flat and vast forest, he leaped to the towering mountain ridge, and then crossed the snow-capped line.
Finding a slightly flatter hilltop to park the airship, Archmage Baierbo looked down and sighed deeply:
"well……"
In this place, just by standing here and blowing the mountain wind, you can feel the strong magic fluctuations. The power contained in the uplift of the mountains, the flames surging at the mountain passes, the magic crystals contained in the depths of the earth, and the enveloping force that blows through the passes.
The strong wind blowing the clouds...
With such a glance, he had already seen at least seven or eight hills that were suitable for building a mage tower, where magicians could meditate and practice. If this place could belong to the Parliament...or at least allow the Parliament to establish a stronghold...
Of course, just having abundant energy is not enough. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the land here is extremely barren, and it is conceivable that not many crops can grow.
There are not many crops to support the population, and even if the magician wants to find some servants to help him with his daily life, let alone recruiting apprentices, he doesn't know where to look.
Moreover, the distance is too long, transportation is inconvenient, and even communication is inconvenient. With the development of the Parliament to the present, exchanges, discussions, various meetings, and various papers among magicians have greatly promoted the development of magic.
Building a mage tower here and sending magicians here, unless communication and transportation methods can be greatly developed, is nothing more than establishing a few resource points. The magicians sent here are almost like exiles.
I don’t know what little Grete will do in this place. If this little guy wants to help the local residents, maybe he will start in the planting industry or the medical industry?
He slowly adjusted the compass and turned it around. Soon, the compass pointer pointed firmly to the north. Pointing to the direction of the towering mountains extending under the snow-capped peaks. Archmage Baierbo looked up and looked deeply into the distance.
Take a breath.
——According to the map Elder Fahim gave him, that direction should, perhaps, with a high probability, be the direction of the royal capital of this indigenous kingdom. At the same time, it is also the direction of the great temple:
In other words, in this country with gods, it is the place where the gods live. Although the majesty of the gods is theoretically far-reaching and can envelope the entire kingdom, in reality, these words are just heard...
Only like the Lord of Glory in the Holy City of Glory, like the God of War in the great temple in the highlands, or like the Goddess of Spring in the ancestral land of the royal family, or near the holy land, can it exert its greatest power.
Little Grete, didn't you run there? Run wherever there is excitement, or in other words, run wherever you can get the most out of it?
Archmage Baierbo turned around and returned to the airship, sat down safely, and pushed the control lever of the console. The airship, which was petite and could only carry three or five people, roared, and several light sails popped up from the top, slowly.
Take off.
Along the mountains, along the vague roads on the mountains, flying towards the north——
Elder Fahim said that the most obvious symbol of the royal capital is a huge lake embedded in the plateau. It is the place where they worship the sun god once a year, and it is also where the divine power is strongest.
It will be much easier to find the lake, then circle around the lake to find the royal capital!
Grete didn't know that the senior brother had followed his teacher's order to deliver something to him, and chased him all the way from Nevis to the center of the rainforest, and then to the north. Maybe he would even overtake him and catch up to him.
At this moment, he was standing on a towering mountain ridge, at the door of a rock battle fortress, and let out a heartfelt sigh:
"Wow……"
On this plateau, in this continuous mountain range, there is actually a road!
There are relatively smooth roads made of deliberately cut stones! In some key areas, you can also see the stone walls protecting the sides, and you can see the rock castles at the passes!
It winds like a giant dragon in the mountains, like a brilliant silver line, constantly extending forward. Although it is not very wide, the widest place can only accommodate two horses running side by side, and that is also a road!
You can push carts! You can use animal power to pull carts! You can carry a large amount of cargo! You can make a larger army move quickly!
How on earth could such a road be built on such a towering mountain ridge, on such a plateau where it is difficult to breathe and the altitude may exceed three thousand meters!
"This road...how long is this road?"
He asked subconsciously. Next to him, a young priest sent by the Sun Temple to guide him proudly puffed up his chest:
"This road takes the royal capital as the center and goes east, south, west, and north, running through all directions! It crosses mountains and canyons, embraces coasts and plains, and is thousands of miles away in every direction!"
Gretel:→_→
Every direction?
Are you kidding me?
The jurisdiction of this indigenous kingdom only covers the mountains and a little bit of flat land near the sea. It has no control over the rain forest! It can be thousands of miles to the south and north, but it can be thousands of miles to the east and west. I'm afraid it's not.
To reach all the way to the bottom of the sea?
However, even if there are only two directions, north and south, each thousands of miles away, the scale of this project is still very impressive. The Great Wall is thousands of miles long. Will this ancient road be longer than the Great Wall?
Perhaps his suspicious gaze stung the other party. The young priest stepped forward and waved his arms to tell him about the greatness of this ancient road. Before he could speak, a middle-aged priest behind him spoke in a deep voice.
He sighed:
"It's a pity that more than half of this road no longer belongs to us. Our royal capital, the fertile land to the north of the royal capital, and those glorious cities have all fallen into the hands of rude and despicable outsiders."
"Our royal family and our temples were forced to move south and hide in places where outsiders could not reach..."
This... is really miserable. Gretel sighed sympathetically. However, compared to the fact that "the kingdom's area has shrunk by half, and the highways it can control have shrunk by half" that can't be seen on the map, he prefers
Concerned about:
There are ready-made roads. Those guys from the Glorious Holy See won’t fight along the roads, right?!
Governor Martinez, the distant capital of the Governorate of Pellu, was also asking this question. In front of him, Chief of Staff Balvik was shaking his head like a rattle:
"Your Majesty the Governor, the conditions of the roads here are very bad. Not only are they narrow, but they are also high and low, and full of potholes. Alpacas can walk across them smoothly, but it is difficult for horses to walk on them. As for cars, they can directly break the wheels!"
"Moreover, some of the roads on the edge of the occupied area have not been repaired for decades or hundreds of years. Before considering supplying the convoy, our first consideration is not to get lost in the mountains!"
"Dear Governor, you must leave enough margin when marching!"
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