Chapter 1158 Magician! Glorious Holy See! Coming Towards Each Other!

Archmage Baierbo controlled the airship and climbed, climbed, climbed along the rising mountains. From the flat and vast forest, leap to the towering mountain ridge, and then cross the snow line.

Finding a slightly flatter hilltop to park the airship, Archmage Baierbo looked down and sighed deeply:

"well……"

In this place, just standing here and blowing the mountain breeze can feel the strong magic fluctuations. The power contained when the mountains rise, the flames surging at the mountain passes, the magic crystals hidden deep in the earth, and the strong wind that blows through the passes and carries the clouds and mist...

With such a glance, he had already seen at least seven or eight hills, which were suitable for building a magician tower for magicians to meditate and practice inside. If this place could belong to the Parliament...or at least allow the Parliament to establish a stronghold...

Of course, just having plenty of energy is not enough. Looking down from the top of the mountain, the land here is extremely barren. As you can imagine, not many crops can grow.

There are not many crops to support the population. Even if the magician wants to find apprentices, even if he wants to find some servants to help him with his daily life, 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 mages 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 local residents, he might start with planting or medical care, right?

He slowly adjusted the compass, turning it around. Soon, the compass needle pointed firmly to the north. Pointing to the direction of the towering mountains extending under the snow-capped peaks. Archmage Baierbo looked up and took a deep breath.

——According to the map Elder Fahim gave him, that direction should, maybe, with a high probability, be the direction of the royal capital of this indigenous kingdom. At the same time, it is also the direction where the Great Temple is located:

In other words, in this kingdom of gods, it is the place where the gods reside. 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 near the royal family's ancestral land, or the holy land, can they exert their greatest power.

Little Grete, didn’t you run there? Wherever there is excitement, go wherever it is, or in other words, wherever you can get the most out of it, go wherever you can.

Archmage Baierbo turned around and returned to the airship, sat down safely, and pushed the joystick of the console. The airship, which was petite and could only carry three or five people, roared, and several light sails popped out from the top, slowly rising into the sky.

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. That's where they worship the Sun God once a year, and it's 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!

Gretel didn't know that the senior brother had followed his teacher's order and came to deliver something to him. He chased him all the way from Nevis to the center of the rainforest, and then to the north. Maybe they will even chase him too far and catch up in front of him.

At this moment, he was standing on a towering ridge at the door of a rock battle fortress, and he let out a heartfelt sigh:

"Wow……"

On this plateau, in this continuous mountain range, there is actually a road!

There is a relatively smooth road made of deliberately cut stones! In some key areas, you can still see the shielding stone walls next to it, and you can see the castle built with rocks at the pass!

It winds like a giant dragon in the mountains, extending forward like a brilliant silver line. Although it is not very wide, the widest place can only accommodate two horses running side by side. That is also a road!

You can push the cart now! The cart was pulled with animal power! Can carry a lot of cargo! A larger army can be made to move quickly!

How on earth could such a road be built on such a towering 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 is centered on the royal capital 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 includes mountains and a little bit of flat land near the sea, and it has no control over the rainforest! It doesn't matter if it can be thousands of miles away to the south or north. It can be thousands of miles to the east or west, but maybe it has to stretch 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 eyes stung the other party. The young priest stepped forward and waved his arms, so as to tell him the greatness of this ancient road. Before he could speak, a middle-aged priest behind him sighed deeply:

"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 things that cannot be seen on the map, "the kingdom's area has shrunk by half, and the highways it can control have shrunk by half", he is more 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 Viceroyalty of Pellu, is also asking this question. In front of him, Chief of Staff Barvik 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 it smoothly, but it is difficult for horses to walk on it. 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 the supply 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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The Inca Trail passes through 6 South American countries: Peru, Colombia, Ecuador, Chile, Argentina and Bolivia, with a total length of approximately 30,000 kilometers, of which 7,000 kilometers include historic sites.

This ancient road was a mountain road built along the Andes between 1438 and 1532 by the Inca Empire. It was a transportation artery for the rulers at that time to convey government orders and for the Incas to produce, live and trade.