The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 394: The Fall of Samarran

For Faust, the affairs of the wasteland are over here.

I was just passing by, and thought that the wetland might need some people to show off, and I was also a little greedy for the new treasure, the Seal of Immortality, so I found some bad guys to make them into undead slaves.

As a result, the Hirami family was implicated.

It was a lucky coincidence that by the time he had finished eating the dragon's brain and dragon's heart, Lena Sparks from the venture capital company and Spring, the foreign deacon of Eagle's Nest and the former leader of the nocturnal werewolves, had all arrived.

Lena's Lava Barrier cannot be sold for the time being, and she has nothing to do anyway, so she came here to look for new business opportunities.

Although the wasteland is poor, it is not really unproductive. Moreover, mithril mines have been discovered.

Mithril ore is something that you can never have too much of. With it, those guys with less talent can pretend to be decent people in the extraordinary circle. It is definitely a hot item.

As for Spring, although Father Luo did not admit it, he did not deny that Faust was his student.

And now he only has this one student, and he doesn't even have an heir.

So without a son, the student is also considered half a master. Whether it is him or the two-headed ogre Paz, no matter how authoritative he is to the outside world, he is just the head of the servants to the inside. The two have different identities, so Spring dare not neglect him.

He discussed it with the Shirami family and quickly decided on an interactive plan.

Since Priest Luo was deeply impressed by the air cavalry backpack transportation of the Spire of Order when he was on Alex, he also took the time to do it in the later stage of purifying the dream dimension.

Specifically, it is the kind of bag given to Faust, but Faust does not need so many, so Pastor Luo tried to make some big ones, the kind of big backpacker bags, and then combined them with Kongshou.

Naturally, Eagle's Nest Castle should have an eagle, so he asked the Emerald Sky Dragon clan to help him get a giant eagle from another continent, tame it, and raise it in a corner of Torch Peak, where it would flourish.

However, there are still some problems with domestication, and also the need for docking at the target site, such as the Eagle's Nest Tower, etc., so the project has not yet started.

We can use Yangding City as a pilot project right now. Once it’s done, we can just copy it according to this template.

Pastor Luo had already delegated the authority in this regard, so he didn't need to be involved. Spring could make the decision.

The Shirami family is naturally willing to do so.

The Giant Eagle air transport is fast, low-cost, and there is no need to worry about safety. Everyone knows that if you dare to attack Eagle's Nest Castle, you may be slapped in the face by the Werewolf Guards. They are simply tired of living.

With the Giant Eagle air transport, the food demand in Yangding City can be well solved. The dwarves who love wine can also get the specialty wine of the Dark Forest. The key is that they don’t have to be skinned by middlemen and can afford it.

Coupled with the development of the mithril mine, this series of favorable factors will inevitably promote a new round of prosperity and strength for Yangding City and the Xilami family...

Faust stayed in Yangding City for another day, refused the audience from the nobles who came after hearing the news, selected some scum from the captives, expanded the undead slave cavalry to a hundred people, packed up his equipment, and set out for the marshland.

The swamp is large, large enough to accommodate the entire Dark Forest, Ash Mountains, Eastern Wasteland, Woodland Plains, Igneous Basin, Ash Plains and Barren Land, including the mountains and rivers that divide these areas.

Therefore, it is not surprising that a population was born on that land, ruled the entire wetland, formed a country, and became the absolute majority ethnic group.

People in the kingdom are accustomed to calling it the Ze Kingdom instead of its long official name.

In fact, if you want to go to the marshland, it is very convenient to go from the Eagle's Nest in the Dark Forest. Exit the Windward Canyon, enter the Ash Mountains, and head west. After a detour, you will pass the mountains and a highland, which is the territory of the marshland.

However, due to old grudges and different cultures formed in different regions, the people of Zeguo do not like the people of Wangguo, and the people of Wangguo do not like the people of Zeguo. The two sides basically have a relationship of never seeing each other again. Especially after the Ash Mountains were shrouded in darkness, the people of Zeguo would not even come to the highlands, fearing that they would be contaminated by the curse.

This is obviously a ridiculous superstition.

The reason why the Ash Mountains are shrouded in darkness is because of the Dark One.

The Dark One is one of the evil gods. They are causing trouble in the Kingdom, but are willing to let the Marshland go? This is like a bear eating only rabbits and not fish.

Bears not only eat fish, they also like to eat them and are good at catching fish.

It's just that the bear was previously trapped and has only gradually been freed in recent years. The hungry bear naturally started to eat without hesitation.

The big bear took a bite of the delicious and juicy piece of meat, Samaran City, the capital of the Ze Kingdom, and it was even particular about adding some seasonings in advance.

This condiment starts with Shamtasin, the light of the marsh.

Generally, the title of "the light of something" is used to praise girls, but Shamtasin really did something brilliant and great, so much so that the people of the wetlands were willing to give this title to the king.

It was under the leadership and supervision of Shamtasin that the people of the marshland completed the project of raising sea clams in the marsh.

Sea clams are to the people of the marshlands what cattle and sheep are to nomadic peoples. They are both food and materials. The people of the marshlands call them gifts bestowed by the water god Sama for the people of the marshlands to thrive and reproduce.

But with the growth of population, the clams produced by the sea can no longer meet the needs of the people in the marshland.

Some people have speculated that a large part of the swamp is formed by the backflow of seawater, so is it possible to raise clams there?

It must be said that areas where seawater backflows have a high salt content in the water, so much so that these areas are like alternative deserts with almost no output.

Later, someone brought out some kind of algae from the underground salt lake, allowing the area to produce algae, thus ending the era of large tracts of seawater wasteland.

That's another story.

In short, the reproduction of various ethnic groups is a process of fighting against nature and the earth for survival. The people of the wetlands are also changing the environment little by little to obtain more survival resources to feed themselves and their families.

Raising sea clams in marshes is easier said than done.

The key is cost. If it is a magical modification made by extraordinary people for fun, there are even more mysterious examples. But if it is to be widely used and to feed countless mouths, the cost must be reduced.

As the successor of the Marshland royal family, Shamta Singh actually just took over the project of his ancestors and continued to push it forward.

By a small coincidence and the time had come, the iterative domestication of sea clams was completed, and their environmental adaptability evolved, making them a species that can be farmed on a large scale at low cost.

In short, this is a story of Yugong moving mountains, except that Shyamta Singh enjoyed the glory of the fruits of several generations' efforts.

This person just couldn't stand being praised, and as time went on, Shamtasin became so carried away that he lost all sense of reason, took all the credit as his own, and led a blissful life of revelry every night.

Then inevitably the body breaks down.

After a few years of living a life worse than death, he decided to abandon the ancestral laws.

"The sea clams and the lakes are my breakthrough. It is clear that established methods cannot be trusted, and ancestors cannot be relied upon. People in the new era must have the cognition of the new era. How can we succeed if we always hold on to conservative ideas?"

So he began to solve his own problems using extraordinary methods.

It was indeed solved.

Shamtasin was happy, and continued to play music and dance. I am already extraordinary, so what should I be afraid of?
However, being extraordinary also has its limits, especially his body, which is not extraordinary. He just relies on the stimulation of extraordinary items to tap into his life potential, which is then quickly squandered by him.

"King, your body is overwhelmed and your soul is on the verge of collapse. You can no longer use the supernatural power. Otherwise, it would be tantamount to murder."

Shamtasin was very sad: "I still want to protect this country for a few more decades!"

Just when Shamta Singh was depressed and wanted to die, a mysterious man who claimed to be a hermit came to see him and said that he had a way to help Shamta Singh get a new life.

"Okay, I'll meet him!"

At this moment, the situation that the ancestors worried about occurred. The king did not seek Xuan, not only because those who sought Xuan would easily cause drastic changes in the inheritance of royal power, but also because Xuan was uncontrollable and there were too many unknown possibilities.

In the ancient times of this world, there was a tragedy in which a king sought the mysterious power and sacrificed his royal power for personal achievement, which resulted in the kingdom being cursed and sinking.

The ancestral laws were created to prevent these things, but when they came to Shamta Singh, they were all broken.

The hermit took out a coverless black book and said, "The magic of the academic school is no longer effective. Why don't you try other methods, such as witchcraft?"

"Witchcraft? You're using that ancient and primitive thing, where success depends a lot on luck, to make a fool of yourself? Do you think I really don't understand the supernatural at all?"

"Your Majesty is wise. Your description of witchcraft is consistent with most cases, but there are a few that are beyond the scope of this barbaric.

Like the one I am going to recommend to you now, it comes from an ancient tribe, which transfers the lifespan of young people to those of high moral character so that they can lead the tribe forward.

The reason why general witchcraft is unstable is that each caster has his own characteristics and methods, and it is extremely difficult to standardize the process. The uniqueness of this is that the casting process is totemized. The totem does not change, and the ritual process does not change. As the number of uses increases, the totem becomes more powerful, and the ritual's fault tolerance becomes higher.

This time, I brought the essence of the totem with me and pressed it into this nameless black book."

Shamtasin rebuked him in a pretentious manner: "Sacrificing the lives of others in exchange for prolonging your own life is a bit evil."

"Law itself is neither good nor bad. The key lies in the people who use it. Your Majesty, given your contributions and achievements to the Marshland and your importance to the Marshland, I believe many people are willing to sacrifice their lives for you.

You know, mediocre people are common, but wise rulers are rare. With your leadership, Zeguo will move towards greater prosperity and glory. This is a very simple account, and everyone can do the math.

What's more, we only take a part of the life span of those contributors, find more people, take less from each of them, and give them generous compensation. It's completely fine.

Or let those death row inmates bear the responsibility. Rather than wasting their lifespan, they can make some contribution to the country and atone for their sins at that time."

"Hmph, that does make some sense, but how do I know that what you said is true? You are so secretive that you don't even want to show your true face to anyone."

"I have my own reasons for hiding. I want to help you, but I don't want to give up my hermit life. This is the only way."

"I don't believe it. There is no love without reason. My people love me, but you don't. Why are you helping me like this?"

"I have a small request. A hermit also needs food and drink. He also has his hobbies. Some hobbies can only be satisfied by the king's treasury. For example, I need a bucket of golden pearls."

"Hiss..." The hermit lion opened his mouth loudly, and the amount he asked for made Shamtasin frown. However, it was precisely because of this that he believed it a little more.

He is the only one in this world who can take out a bucket of golden pearls.

Of course, this is actually arrogant, but not enough to be put on the surface. Indeed, the King of the Marshland is the one who is known to be able to come up with this wealth. The key is that this thing is relatively biased. The King of the Land has a mountain of wealth, but it is difficult for him to have a large number of gold pearls.

"Then how can I confirm that your method is feasible and has no side effects?"

The hermit smiled and said, "This is easy. I believe there are also elderly people in the royal family who need care."

Don’t be afraid to try, and if you are willing to wait, you can just wait and see.

Now that things have come to this, there really is nothing more to argue about.

As a king, Shamta Singh still had basic caution.

Try! It's not just my royal family that has elderly people who need care, are there no such people in the families of important officials? It's better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Let's all live healthy and happily for another ten or even dozens of years!

If successful, this will be another major reform of mine, Shamtasin, that will go down in history!
Of course the hermit had no objection. It was just a matter of adding a few puppet actors. How difficult could that be?
Shamtasin was not as patient as he thought he was, especially when he saw the man who was lying in bed, waiting to take his last breath, now full of energy, jumping and dancing, and thinking that four female companions in one night were not too many. He was stimulated and was not prepared to wait any longer.

"If I offer enough sacrifices, can I get exaggerated benefits all at once?"

"Your Majesty, I don't recommend doing this. It exceeds the human limit and it is hard to say what the result will be."

Shamtasin disagreed: "So I am the king, the light of the marsh, not you. Just do what I say and do your own thing."

In this way, Shyamta Singh performed a grand sacrificial ceremony.

Almost all the death row prisoners in the country were concentrated together, and as if that was not enough, some of the most serious criminals were also sentenced to death.

“Let their lives shine, and bless me in the most effective way.”

"I will follow your majesty's wishes." The hermit who presided over the ceremony could not kill enough people by himself, so he hired a group of executioners.

These executioners were all masters of execution who had been trained for many years, with skills passed down from their ancestors, but Shamtasin did not notice that, despite having been taught and instructed by the hermit in advance, there was a strange light shining in the center of their pupils.

"Please, give me a pleasure!"

Even the strongest men could not stand the hermit's methods. They dared not ask for life but only for a quick death.

"You should feel honored. After all, you are dedicating your life to the Great One!"

Shamtasin thought that the 'great one' mentioned by the hermit was referring to him, and he solemnly said to the prisoner who had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable: "If there is an afterlife, remember to obey the law."

Then the hermit used his knife to skillfully cut the prisoner's throat, just like a butcher slaughtering a pig or a sheep, with ease and without any unnecessary emotion.

Then he scolded: "The prayer voice is a little louder, you need to focus!"

The tortured prisoners had their throats slit and bled out. They would not die too quickly because they needed to finish reciting the prayers.

The hermit said that it was targeting the totem, but only the hermit knew what the truth was. After all, what was displayed in front of everyone was just the black book, and no one could see the world inside.

When the sacrificial ceremony reached the third stage, there was finally a response.

Shamtasin put down his worries and gave the hermit a smug smile, which meant: What do you think? The bolder the people, the more productive the land. I don't have to endure your demands and exploitation from time to time in the future. I will get all the amount I need for the rest of my life at once. When life becomes boring, I will die. It's so unexpected, hehe!
In the specially selected sacrificial hall, the crystal chandeliers suddenly went out and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Bone-chilling winds blew up from every corner, quickly forming whirlpools that contained ash-like fragments.

"Focus on your prayers, don't stop!" the hermit shouted.

Shamtasin also knew that things had come to this point and he could only bite the bullet and go ahead. He shouted, "Focus on completing the ceremony. After it's done, everyone will be rewarded 100 gold and given a title!"

A knight is a person who is given a knighthood. Any male member of his family can enjoy the treatment of a noble from then on. It is convenient for traveling, meeting people, etc. It is honorable and practical.

After hearing Shamtasin's promise, the worshippers became more focused and attentive.

But the situation did not get better.

Instead, amidst the whistling sound of the wind, there were more whispers.

It's vague, seemingly close but actually far away, making people unconsciously curious and want to understand what it's saying.

"Focus! Focus!" the hermit shouted loudly.

Shamtasin was already weak and frail, and when the cold wind blew and the devilish sound washed over him, he began to feel confused. He then shook his head and muttered something unconsciously.

At this time, the crystal chandelier in the hall lit up again, but it was not the original luster, but blood light.

On the ground, gray frost began to condense, not like ice or snow, but more like ashes.

Shadows rose from every corner of the hall like curtains, and as the wind whistled in a sharp voice that sounded like the grin of a demon, they closed on the vaulted ceiling of the hall, forming a gloomy iron cover.

Many of the prayers could no longer bear it, were terrified, and no longer listened to the hermit's orders, ready to stop, but they found they could not stop.

Some force was pushing them to complete their final prayers.

As the last prayer was chanted, the shadow wall seemed to turn into a gauze curtain. Under the reflection of the blood lamp, all kinds of strange and distorted figures were roaming behind the gauze curtain, making strange noises.

These sounds gradually unified and turned into a unison shout.

The bodies of the dead sacrificers flew up and quickly turned into ashes.

This scene overwhelmed many worshippers. They tried to flee, but when they stood up, they themselves floated up with screams and then disintegrated into ashes.

The true climax of the ceremony has arrived.

Shamtasin was no longer the half-crazy man who shook his head and muttered to himself, but walked towards the altar like a king returning.

After approaching, without any body movements, he flew up to the altar, grabbed the black book, and let the devil fire on his hands burn his skin and flesh, leaving them charred, but he remained unmoved.

The hermit also flew up to the altar, and like a shadow, merged with Shamtasin, but the hermit's cloak was put on him.

Then Shamtasin took off his cloak, revealing an unprecedented evil and crazy expression, and shouted loudly: "The banquet has begun!"

All kinds of strange howls passed through the curtain, and rushed out from the open door of the sacrifice hall, rushing in all directions. Soon, the whole city was plunged into blood, fire, screams and howls. The city of Samaran fell.

(End of this chapter)