Chapter 559 New Holy Cross Kingdom

In the Colonial Governor's Mansion, a group of people were discussing around the map.

If Ferranz were here, he would find that the map here is even more complete than the one in his hand.

And the tribe he was going to was marked with a line of small words - "Degenerate people."

At this time, the staff got Ferranz's latest location report, and asked with some worry: "My Lord Governor, is it okay to plot Sir Ferranz like this?"

Although Ferranz is inconspicuous, he is a good child.

If something really happened, everyone would be unlucky.

And if the other party knows the truth, it will be a big trouble in the future.

Governor Rogge looked indifferent, and the staff's words only made the corners of his eyes twitch a few times.

"Don't be afraid. His Highness Qin agreed to this matter. Sir Ferranz's identity is just enough."

Anyway, this guy is a time bomb in the New World, and he doesn't know when it will explode.

Rather than blowing up yourself, it's better to send it out and detonate it.

Of course, according to Governor Rogge's estimation, this trip will not pose any threat.

The size of overseas colonies is already very large, and further expansion will be fraught with problems.

Some people don't want to move anymore and are preparing to retire in retirement. Some big nobles are afraid that the war will affect their industries in the New World. Pressure is being passed on from all aspects.

But the fat sheep has been fattened, and if you really let it go, it will become trouble in the future.

If you eat this piece of fat, it will be a great benefit to the colony.

Governor Rogge was originally prepared to take action despite the pressure. After all, no matter how much pressure there was, it was just pressure. In the colony, he was the governor.

But at this moment, a perfect scapegoat came all the way from the mainland.

Before Rogge even thought about the scapegoat plan, the telegram from the palace flew over.

After recalling it for a while, Governor Rogge finally couldn't help but laugh.

"This Sir Ferranz is really timely." He walked to the map, and the flag representing the army followed Ferranz. He thought for a while and ordered: "In case of an accident, be sure to save Ferranz." Sir Sir's life."

Although His Highness said that there is a fate between life and death, if Ferranz is really killed, I am afraid it will be a big trouble, and the Queen will not be able to get through it first.

Governor Rogge would not be so naive as to think that everything would be fine if the superior said he would not pursue the case.

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Hubble felt something was wrong. The journey was so smooth that he didn't encounter a single indigenous tribe.

Based on his years of slave-catching experience, the indigenous people have never had a centralized political power, and the tribes are scattered. Even they themselves don't know how many tribes there are nearby.

On the contrary, this clean-up style is very similar to that of a colonial city.

The unified regime spent its efforts to clear out the surrounding threats, and continued to carry out organized and persistent raids.

He found Ferranz and expressed his doubts: "Sir, we should send more people to check the situation. I suspect something is not right with the tribe in front."

Ferranz was silent for a while. He didn't believe there would be any problems with the military's map, and what threat did the indigenous people pose?

"Captain Hubble, maybe you are just overthinking it. We don't have time to waste. We are just a group of indigenous people. Could they be able to change the world?"

They're just a bunch of natives!

This reason convinced Hubble. He really couldn't imagine any threat from a group of indigenous people.

Facing this team of thousands of people, even a large tribe with tens of thousands of people is nothing more than a lamb.

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Hubble just ordered his people to pay more attention, and then moved closer to Ferranz.

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A group of scouts were watching the marching slave-catching party.

The leader was an officer with yellow skin, whose skin had only been tanned by the sun.

Behind him were a group of half-grown men. Their skin was black, but it was lighter than ordinary Toolmo, but their hair was curly, completely different from the Daxia race.

"It's a group of slave hunters," the officers judged. According to their intelligence, the Bactria colony did not initiate war mobilization.

For the natives, the slave catching team was an invincible enemy, but for the New Holy Cross Kingdom, this was not necessarily the case.

After ten years of recuperation, they have regained some of their strength. A group of retained officers formed a servant army and a mixed-blood army, barely possessing modern combat effectiveness.

With war experience, equipped with new weapons, and well-trained, this group of troops has considerable combat effectiveness.

At least they conquered the south and the north and swept away many indigenous tribes.

An organized army and a mob are two different concepts.

They clean up all the large and small tribes nearby.

Ferranz and his party were discovered in advance before they even got close.

Obviously, the target of these slave menders is the territory of the New Holy Cross Kingdom.

This news was quickly delivered to the top officials of the New Holy Cross Kingdom via telegram.

The radio station is still a rare product that they spent money to acquire, but the efficiency of information transmission is indeed high.

Duke Fernandez has aged rapidly in the past few years, working hard on tools every day, allowing him to have more than a hundred children in just ten years.

With him taking the lead, a new generation of mixed-bloods barely grew up and became the backbone of the new Holy Cross Kingdom.

It seems that in a few years, a new kingdom will be revived, and those Daxia people are coming again.

Fernandez knew that this might not be a coincidence, but a temptation from the people of Daxia.

There are some things that he has figured out over the years. His ability to escape in the first place may have been the result of the connivance of the Daxia people.

I used the hope of restoring my country to drive myself to open up territory for them, and then reap the fruits of victory.

But... you underestimated me too much.

Even Derek didn't expect that Fernandez was a ruthless person who could bite the tool-murderers.

With the energy of a stallion, the population of the Holy Cross Kingdom has increased hundreds of times in the past ten years.

The conquered tool-murderers became the bottom of the new kingdom, and then the mixed-bloods who gradually grew up became the backbone.

The pure-blooded Holy Cross people, as the top, used religion as a weapon to build a brand new kingdom.

Relying on the cultural knowledge they brought, they completed the transformation.

In the first few years, it did not attract attention.

But with the population explosion, it finally attracted attention.

Facts have proved that it is too easy for the land in the New World to feed the population. Once the inertia is overcome, it will soon give birth to a large population.

In particular, Fernandez brought organization and culture, which spread like a virus.

No matter how deformed this country is, the bottom-level tool-murderers are qualified as cannon fodder.

When the Holy Cross armed them with weapons, they could also kill people.

Fernandez read the telegram for a long time. Even though he knew there was a problem, he couldn't just sit there and surrender.

"Fight, fight back hard. If the Daxia people want to win again, they must be prepared to break a tooth."