Chapter 852 White Deer Archdruid, Mage Gret Nordmark?

Chapter 852 White Deer Archdruid, Gret Nodmark...Mage?

With tears of humiliation, the Earl of Rothkom and his family completed the sacrament of atonement with great stumbling. Judging from the comments of people around him, this earl and his family may have a series of nicknames:

"Luo Sikang the manure dumper"?

"Earl of Yellow Soup"?

"Fragrance Knight"?

Rich and mellow, long-lasting. Based on the speed at which news in this world is updated, I estimate that it won’t be a problem for it to be spread 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 Natural Religion Group's industry, the work of opening warehouses to release grain, or the transportation work of disaster victims...

The processing speed has increased significantly. After all, people who have some decision-making power, people who can push back, delay, and subvert things, most likely have some status and some property.

They had been away from farm work for a long time, and no one wanted to be forced to fertilize oak trees for no reason. The Earl is pretty good. There are people who carry water for him and haul dung trucks for him. If it were people like them, maybe they would have to start with the raw materials themselves?

So Grete was very happy to find that his work suddenly went smoothly. The amount of grain collected by all parties has also come up, and the land allocated has been delivered. If the tenants are willing to go together, no one will be 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 made a prediction long ago. 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 places are 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 mush. The aroma overflowed, and I shouted at the top of my lungs:

"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, nobles, wealthy businessmen, workshop owners, small craftsmen, even workers and shop assistants, as long as they can survive at home, have no idea of ​​leaving. Follow the council? Where to go?

What to do with the family business? To whom? Who would want it in a catastrophic situation? How high can it be sold for? Who would be willing to cut off half of the family property that has been passed down from generation to generation?

Even the yeoman farmers refused. Among the tenant farmers, the vast majority also refused.

People leave home and are humble, and their future is uncertain. Who knows what the future will bring. Those servants of the God of Nature promised, "We will supervise the distribution of food by the lords, and organize you to grow vegetables, collect acorns, and fish, so that you can survive the famine years"!

Only those tenant farmers who are extremely poor, starving to death, and have no hope at all, or those who are clever 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, such a big battle..."

Cerela was lying on the top of the mage tower, chewing a piece of weed and snickering. Grete rolled up the corner of her 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 they are finished."

Five thousand people!

Five thousand people doesn't seem like a lot. One square meter per person only occupies a football field. Sitting on the top of the mage tower and looking down, the bonfires seemed to have spread out over a large area.

But this group of people has to be taken to the port. Who goes first and who comes last? Who eats, drinks, and has diarrhea? Is anyone left behind? Is anyone suddenly sick? Is anyone suddenly sprained their foot?

Grete thought that it would be better if he led a team of 20 people to walk 200 miles in five days, no, ten days. With his ability, without the help of magic, he would definitely lose ten or eight.

Well, in the Qin Dynasty, if you were a village chief and led people wherever you went, you would end up asking for execution. Not to mention five thousand people! Five thousand people! Gretel couldn't even imagine what kind of chaos it would be if no one was watching.

Fortunately, he doesn'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 soldiers leads, drives, and helps each group of 500 people, rolling forward:

"Let's go! Let's go! Don't procrastinate!"

"Those who arrive first get food! 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! I'm talking about you! Follow up!"

"Crack-"

Shouts, scolds, even the sound of whips and screams could be heard from time to time on the official road. Gretel rode the 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 ankle? 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 blankly, said "Ouch" and jumped up:

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir..."

Grete had already urged the Silver Moon Deer to rush forward. When Biao arrived at the resting point, he added a sound amplification technique to himself and kept shouting:

"Don't gather! Don't gather! - Each team has its own area. Drinking water and food are all here!"

Raising his hand, a piece of long grass grew on the ground, dividing the resting point into horizontal and vertical pieces;

"Don't excrete randomly!" With a finger, the magic missile shot out, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong!

After making a row of even and stable soil pits, the oak stick pointed again, and grass sprouted from the ground, growing in 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 rest point, run to another rest point. Run to the campsite where you will spend the night. He looked up at the weather and continued to throw spells:

"[Shelter Cabin]! [Shelter Cabin]! [Shelter Cabin]!"

From a distance, Elder Atef finished his day's work and came to the camp. 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 gaze has been falling on the white deer's back, and he is fascinated:

"Our servants of the God of Nature also had other titles in ancient times, such as 'Oak Wise Man', 'Duit', 'Druid', etc. And the traditional image of Druid..."

The disciple followed his gaze. For a moment, I realized something:

"Teacher, is that it?"

"Yes. Wearing a simple burlap robe, holding an oak staff, riding a white deer, walking in the wilderness, treating people's illnesses. The ancient Archdruid, in legends and songs, has exactly this image."

"So what we see is the Great Druid of White Deer, 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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