Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 136: The Paites of the New World
After a journey of one year and five months, the huge expeditionary fleet finally arrived at a large bay in the southeast of the Maztec continent.

General Cordell named it Cordell Bay. It goes without saying that he wanted to take this bay, which would become a holy place for trade between the eastern and western continents, for himself.

But he deserves the title, because he is the controller of the entire huge army.

The warship approached the bay and stepped onto the land. All they could see was vast tracts of jungle. The prophecy wizards in the legion immediately cast [Peeping Eyes] to detect and found that the area of ​​the jungle was at least as large as the Supreme Forest on the continent of Faerun.

Beyond the forest are vast expanses of scrubby savannah and cornfields, which clearly show signs of cultivation by intelligent creatures.

General Cordell stood on the beach, looking at the tropical jungle with his eyes full of ambition. He waved his hand with some disdain and said, "Next we must open up a road in the jungle that can accommodate the passage of the army. This will also be the route for trade caravans in the future."

"It seems that this Upper Continent is full of primitive people, and even such an important place as the Bay has been shelved."

Next to him stood an old halfling man wearing an extremely gorgeous silver wizard robe. Even with General Cordel's power, he still looked at the old man with respect and said, "What do you think, Sir Boris?"

This short old man with white hair and blue eyes is none other than a member of the Five-Man Council of the Empire of Amn, the ruler of the empire, and the legendary sorcerer Boris the Flowing Gate.

Boris' eyes were indifferent, and his short stature did not diminish his aura. Instead, it made people feel that a fascinating energy was constantly emanating from his body. Strong winds flew around his hair, and the light was distorted on his body. He seemed to be in a space that did not exist in this world.

He raised the red scepter in his hand and pointed it at the forest: "I think this is a good idea. The Empire's army will be able to dominate here. No matter whether it is a creature or a jungle, it cannot stop Amn's footsteps."

Then, Boris glanced back and saw the distinguished guests on the Royal Keel standing behind him.

"My dear friends, according to the agreement, you will have to help the Amn Empire establish its first stable base here before you can move freely. However, I suggest that you join the Golden Legion. After all, no one knows what dangers exist deep in this continent."

Boris' words contained an implicit threat, and many weak people were moved. The seeds of these forces will have two choices after setting foot on the Maztec continent. One is to join the Golden Legion. The Legion will distribute rewards and wealth based on contribution. This is the safest and most reliable way.

As a new continent, the Maztec continent must have enough resources for Amn to give generous rewards to those who join if he is satisfied.

Of course, the second option is to explore on your own, taking your own risks and rewards. However, before that, you must help the Golden Legion establish a base first, and you must provide unconditional assistance when a crisis occurs in the Golden Legion's base.

The two choices are not absolute. Those who join the Golden Legion can choose to leave, and those who explore on their own can turn back after understanding the difficulties, but no matter what, everyone understands one truth.

Here, they all prosper and suffer together. If anything happens to the Golden Legion, they will not be better off either.

At Boris' call, many guests who were not strong enough chose to join the Golden Legion. Most of them were representatives sent by great nobles, or representatives of some professional associations, and generally had a strength of 8-12 levels.

As for those who are more powerful, such as Sefar, as a level 17 archmage, he is naturally confident and willing to act alone.

In fact, he invited Nemesis for this very reason, thinking that it would make it easier for him to look after him on this continent.

However, Nemesis politely declined. If he, who possessed the power of teleportation, could not escape from danger, then Sefar would probably be of no use.

What's more, when teaming up with a level 17 archmage, even if there is any gain, I'm afraid I can only get a very small portion of it.

Boris did not show any emotion towards those who chose not to join. Perhaps he had already expected this in his mind. The rich resources of the New World were right before their eyes. Who would not want to become rich overnight?

Marking out a piece of land as your own territory, robbing the indigenous people's wealth, and digging for magical mineral veins hidden deep underground for many years, these fascinating fantasies tempt everyone all the time.

For the whole afternoon that followed, 30,000 soldiers disembarked from the warships and set up camp on the beach near the bay, while the remaining 30,000 soldiers were on standby on the ship. The army's mage corps sent out 20 prophets who could cast middle-level spells, and used the [Peeping Eye] to explore the entire jungle.

The mages' detection soon produced results. Twenty prophets worked together to have a panoramic view of the situation in the entire jungle.

There lives a kind of short but muscular humanoid creature in the jungle. They live in the jungle in the form of clan tribes. They are the most numerous creatures in the jungle.

These creatures clearly had signs of civilization. From the observation of the Demon Eye, there were many rocks with murals carved on them, as well as equipment similar to telescopes, in their tribes.

The language they spoke was different from the common language of Faerun, and the mages had to use the Tongue of Understanding to understand their conversation.

These creatures call themselves the "Paites". They love art and observing celestial phenomena. Most of them are born archers. The Paites can survive in this forest called the "Distant Forest" with only a bow and arrows sharpened from branches.

Boris was extremely interested in these Payites and immediately decided to send people to capture a Payite alive and ask him about the local situation.

There are many monsters in the forest that do not exist in the continent of Faerun, so Boris specially sent an 11th-level wizard to accompany the army.

The magic eyes summoned by the prophets would follow the team sent into the jungle at any time and broadcast the images in real time for everyone to watch.

As it grew darker, most of the Paite people returned to the tribe to rest, and only two or three skilled warriors with bows and arrows hid in the trees near the tribe to keep watch.

The noise caused by the 200-man squad quickly awakened a nearby Paite tribe, and Nemesis noticed a short figure flashing in the corner of the screen projected by the magic eye.

"Hara (enemy attack)! Hara (enemy attack)!" the Paite who discovered the team shouted.

These tall, unknown creatures covered in tin cans obviously made them very nervous, and soon all the sleeping people in the Payit tribe were awakened.

They walked out of the tribe, holding wooden bows and stone-polished hammers in their hands, and stared at the army approaching not far away.

The 11th-level wizard who was leading the group didn't care at all. He just rode quietly on the phantom horse he summoned and looked at them with contempt.

(End of this chapter)