Chapter 846: White Deer Archdruid, Gretel Nordmark...Mage?
With tears of humiliation, the Earl of Rothkom and his family completed the sacrament of atonement with great stumbles. Judging from the comments of people around, this Earl and his family may have a series of nicknames:
"Luo Sikang, the dung dumper"?
"Earl of Yellow Soup"?
"Fragrance Knight"?
It is rich and mellow, and lasts for a long time. With the speed of updating news in this world, I estimate that it will not be a problem for it to be sung a hundred years from now.
But it must also be admitted that this scoop of yellow soup has become an effective lubricant for various tasks in the county. Whether it is the delivery work of the Nature Religion Group's industry, the work of opening warehouses and distributing grain, or the transportation work of disaster victims...
The processing speed has increased significantly. After all, those who have some decision-making power, those who can push back, delay, and subvert things, most likely have some status and some wealth.
They have been away from farm work for a long time, and no one wants to be forced to fertilize oak trees for no reason. The count is pretty good, there are people who carry water for him, and there are people who haul dung trucks for him. If it were people like them, they might have to pick up the raw materials themselves.
start?
Therefore, Gretel was very happy to find that his work suddenly went smoothly. The amount of grain collected by all parties also came up, and the land allocated was delivered. The tenants were willing to talk together, and no one was left in trouble——
The magicians in the Mage Tower, the Mage Apprentices, and the employees of various industries in the Mage Tower, including employees in paper-making workshops and clerks in alchemy shops, went to each village and shouted:
"The Congress is recruiting people! It's recruiting people! If you follow the Congress, you will have food to eat and you won't be afraid of starving to death!"
"The legendary mage has long made a prediction that there will be a big disaster this year and there will be no harvest! There is not enough food in Luosikang County for everyone! Only by following the council can you survive!"
“The number of places is limited, while supplies last!”
"Follow the council and you will have your own land and your own house! You will become the owner of your own land and you will no longer have to farm for others!"
There was also a clever person who set up a big pot at the entrance of the village and cooked a big pot of corn lake. The aroma was overflowing, and he shouted at the top of his voice:
"If you are willing to move with the parliament, you will have food! - Sir, do you want to move with the parliament? If you want to leave, just come here and press your fingerprints. Okay, then take the bowl and I will give you a spoonful..."
All in all, nobility, wealthy businessmen, workshop owners, small craftsmen, even workers and shop assistants, as long as their families are still living, have no idea of leaving. Follow the Parliament? Where will they go?
What to do with the family property? To whom should I sell it? Who is willing to take it in the face of a catastrophic disaster? How much can it be sold for? If the family property of ancestors is sold at half price, who is willing to sell it?
Even the owner-peasants are not willing to do it. The vast majority of the tenant farmers are not willing to do it either.
People leave their hometowns and have a bright future. Who knows what the future will bring. Those servants of the God of Nature promised, "We will supervise the lords to distribute food, and organize you to grow vegetables, collect acorns, and fish, and you will get through it somehow."
It’s a “famine year”!
Only those tenant farmers who are extremely poor, starving to death, and have no hope at all, or those who are brave and courageous, will leave with the parliament regardless of everything.
At last count, the number of displaced victims in this wave of migration was only about 5,000.
"For five thousand people to engage in such a big battle..."
Cerela was lying on the top of the mage tower, chewing a weed and snickering. Gretel rolled up the corner of his robe, carefully sat down next to her, and sighed:
"There's nothing I can do. I'm only at this level. If you ask me to use the fireball technique to smash all the nobles in the county, and then force the villagers to migrate, I really can't do it..."
"Is the mission completed now? Can we leave?"
Grete was stunned for a moment. Looking at the wilderness outside the mage tower, dotted with bonfires, he slowly sighed:
"...Wait a minute. I'm not too reassured... The task of the council is to send the victims to the designated port and hand them over to the person in charge. I have to send them there before it's over." Five thousand people!
Five thousand people don't seem to be many. One square meter per person only occupies a football field. Sitting on the top of the mage tower and looking down, the bonfires do not seem to have spread out too much.
But this group of people are taking them to the port. Who goes first and who comes last on the way? Who eats, drinks, and has diarrhea? Is anyone left behind? Is anyone suddenly sick? Is anyone suddenly sprained their foot?
Grete felt that if he was asked to lead a team of 20 people and walk 200 miles on foot, it would be better to arrive in five days, no, ten days. With his ability, without the help of magic, he would definitely lose ten or eight people.
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Well, in the Qin Dynasty, if you were a village chief and took people wherever you went, that would be the end of asking for execution. Not to mention five thousand people! Five thousand people! No one is watching, what kind of mess would it be?
Chaos, Gretel couldn't even think about it.
Fortunately, he didn't have to do it all by himself. The Magic Council set up food supply points along the road, and borrowed people from various temples to serve as guides to maintain order. A team of 5 warriors led, drove, and helped each group of 500 people.
forward:
"Let's go! Let's go! Don't procrastinate!"
"Those who arrive first get to eat; those who arrive later can only eat thin porridge!"
"Don't drink cold water! Don't drink cold water in the nearby ditch! There is hot water to drink at the rest point! You! What about you! Follow up!"
"Crack-"
Shouts, scolds, even the sound of whips and screams were heard from time to time on the official road. Gretel was riding a Silver Moon Deer, running back and forth. Seeing this situation, he could only shout a few words:
"Don't hit anyone! Try not to hit anyone!"
"You! Don't drink cold water either!"
"Follow up! Keep up! Ouch, is this a sprain in your foot? Let me take a look -"
Before he could take action, Silver Moon Deer lowered his head slightly, and a ball of white light touched the man's feet. The injured person touched his ankle in a daze, and jumped up with an "ouch" sound:
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir..."
Grete had already urged Silver Moon Deer to rush forward. When he reached the resting point, he added amplification skills to himself and kept shouting:
"Don't gather! Don't gather! - Each team has its own area, and drinking water and food are all here!"
Raising his hand, a piece of long grass grew on the ground, dividing the resting point into several horizontal and vertical pieces;
"Don't excrete indiscriminately!" With a finger, the magic missiles shot out, Dongdongdong, Dongdongdong, Dongdongdong!
After making a row of even and stable soil pits, the oak stick pointed again, and grass rose from the ground, growing a circle around each pit:
"This is your toilet! You go to the toilet for defecation and defecation. Anyone who poops will be whipped!"
After running to a resting point, run to another resting point. Run to the camp where you will spend the night. Look up at the weather and continue to throw spells:
From a distance, Elder Atef finished his day's work and came to the campsite. Looking at the back of Gretel riding the white deer in the distance, he let out a long sigh.
"What's the matter, teacher?"
His youngest disciple supported the teacher and asked in a low voice. The elder's eyes kept falling on the back of the white deer, fascinated:
"Our servants of the God of Nature also had other titles in ancient times, such as 'Oak Wise Man', 'Du Yin Te', 'Dru Yin', etc. And the traditional image of Dru Yin..."
The disciple followed his gaze. For a moment, he realized something:
"Teacher, is that it?"
"Yes. Wearing a simple burlap robe, holding an oak staff, he rode a white deer and walked in the wilderness, curing the people's illnesses. The ancient Great Druid had exactly this image in legends and songs."
"So what we see is White Deer Great Dru Yin, Gretel Nordmark..." The disciple's voice paused, and a series of magic missiles were flying out from the head of Gretel's staff:
"...Mage?"
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