Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 131: Traitor

Mrs. Moriel's eyes lit up as she listened: "Magic fertilizer can increase soil fertility, and liquid magic fertilizer can accelerate crop growth. Young master, our territory is truly about to rise to prominence."

Ron said, "Old Hall, refine and organize these production processes, and then let Anna take charge of producing liquid magic fertilizer."

Anna is a professional mage apprentice in the territory. Her talent is not outstanding, and she is relatively old. Although Ron has imparted his skills to her, which has accelerated her mastery of meditation, her achievements in this life can only reach the peak of the apprentice level at most. Even if she has a great opportunity to break through to become a formal mage, this will already be her peak.

Since it's difficult to form an effective fighting force, it's better to make Anna an excellent researcher.

Amy stood on the city wall all night, watching the goblin corpses being dragged away. She was still thinking, but she didn't know how to say, "I want to leave Gorubak Castle."

Will her family support her?

The oxcart finally returned to the old camp of the Flying Dragon tribe at dusk on the second day.

When Perdue was carried off the plane, she was still clutching the bone pendant in her fingers.

Iron Fang said softly, "Great Shaman, let's go home."

The next second, Perdue loosened his grip on the bone pendant, and he stopped breathing completely. He had finally gotten what he wanted.

The army in the main city only rested for half a day before Fanta and Frederick led more than a hundred knights from their territory to Harvest Town in case of emergency.

When they arrived, they found the goblins who had besieged Harvest Town retreating.

After seeing the Flying Dragon Tribe retreat, the several goblin tribes that had besieged Harvest Town obediently withdrew their troops.

In fact, the Flying Dragon Tribe initially planned to attack Harvest Town, but after seeing the town's walls, they decisively gave up.

The reason is simple: they don't have ladders that tall.

The city wall, which is fifteen meters high, plus the arrow tower, is almost level with the cliff top, making it impossible to climb up.

So they only intended to surround the area, not to attack, but to send out scouts to search for other human territories.

As the dragon tribe fled, the goblin alliance here also decisively retreated, heading towards the newly discovered human territory.

During the Blackthorn tribe's great cleanup, they still had to get a share of the soup.

Seeing that Harvest Town was safe and sound, Fanta was relieved and led his team back to the main city.

Frederick stared at the structure, which, including the city walls and watchtowers, was over twenty-five meters high, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Is this also our territory?"

Fanta smiled and nodded: "Yes, Harvest Town is our second territory, and also our granary."

Frederick's eyes flickered as he looked at Harvest Town. Even if he led his mercenary group to attack at their peak, they wouldn't be able to break through such walls.

He can't go back to Gorubike Fortress, but at least there's a city in Ashwood that won't fall.

If he could clear his name in the future and return to the kingdom, he was truly fed up with the nomadic life and constant hunger in the Blackthorn Wasteland.

"The lord is truly formidable."

Fanta smiled and shook his head. To make this Sky Knight completely submit, fists and poison alone wouldn't work; strength and benefits would also be needed.

Fanta said with a smile, "This is just the second one. Soon there will be a third one. The castle district is finished, it's time to build the third town."

Upon returning to the main city, Frederick instinctively wrinkled his nose.

At first, I didn't notice it while staying in the main city, but now that I've gone out and come back, I'm actually bothered by the smell here.

However, the thought of the hellish scene in the main city sent a chill down Frederick's spine.

The entire main city is currently bustling with the slaughter of goblins, with even many teenagers helping out. It's said that several pools have been built there and are now filled with goblin blood.

Frederick said awkwardly, "I don't want to go into the city."

Fanta couldn't stand the smell either, and nodded, pointing to three earthen buildings surrounded by heavy troops not far away.

"There are still prisoners here, let's go and take a count."

In fact, the prisoners were not only here. Goblins, these beasts, need to vent their lust at any time, so wherever they went, they would bring a large number of women with them.

These thousand slaves were mostly men, but in reality, when the Flying Dragon tribe escaped, they took in several thousand more women.

It wasn't that the Flying Dragon Tribe was unwilling to take them away, but rather that they were worried about slowing down the journey. Moreover, in this battle, they lost three thousand elite troops and twenty thousand cannon fodder goblins. With so many tribes lost, the demand for women in their territory would naturally decrease.

The Flying Dragon tribe left behind several thousand people, and the tribe that was captured also had several thousand people. Even the second largest tribe in the allied forces at the time, Dodok, abandoned all its slaves in order to evacuate safely.

Unlike the Flying Dragon tribe, the Dodok tribe also had a considerable number of men, mainly craftsmen, and some scholars as well. This discovery greatly shocked Fanta.

As a result, nearly ten thousand slaves remained on the battlefield, with a terrifying male-to-female ratio of one to nine.

Even if the castle district is newly built, it is mainly a military fortress and cannot accommodate so many people. Now that there are so many more people, the former Wenger territory must be rebuilt to prevent a large number of lords from dying after this great purge, and the kingdom from sending a large number of lords to occupy Wenger territory.

The main city can no longer accommodate any more people.

Wenger Territory is not far from the main city and has existing mines and water sources. If it can be rebuilt, it can relocate at least three thousand people.

When Fanta arrived, the slaves in the other two earthen buildings opened their doors to be inspected and incorporated into the harem, while the door of only one earthen building remained tightly closed.

Frederick understood immediately, after all, he had been active in the Blackthorn Wasteland for so many years: "There must be someone raping inside, I'll go in and take care of it."

Fanta shook his head: "It's too dangerous. It's not worth it for a few hundred slaves."

"Listen up, you inside. You have one minute to think it over. After one minute, we'll set the building on fire. The countdown begins."

Inside the earthen building, Devon was frantic upon hearing Fanta's final announcement. Just as anxious as he was were more than twenty traitors, armed with iron weapons, many of whom were knights who could easily suppress these poorly fed and clothed slaves.

They weren't worried about the slaves, but rather about the army outside the earthen building.

Once their traitorous identities are exposed, they will undoubtedly die.

Hidden in the crowd, a thin boy quietly watched those despicable traitors. He had no name; for the sake of convenience, everyone called him Stinky Shoe Sole.

His skin wasn't as green as a goblin's; it was even whiter than a Grimm's. He was a third-generation Grimm.

Because they looked too much like humans, they were thrown into slavery after birth and were not recognized by the tribe.