Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 692 - 499 Adding Flowers to the Brocade_1

Chapter 692: Chapter 499 Adding Flowers to the Brocade_1

"It’s starting, it’s starting, it’s about to start!"

"What’s about to start?"

"Of course, migration, the collective migration to the Valley is about to begin!"

"What are you blabbering about? Count the time—how long has this been publicized? Not a single credible message, and if it were really about to start, would you need to blabber about it here? The City Lord would have sent someone to notify us at the first moment."

"Yeah, even if you’re well-informed, could you be faster than the City Lord?"

"The City Lord needs to settle on an exact time, of course his message would be a step behind mine. If you don’t believe it, go outside East City yourself and take a look. There are so many odd big wagons and a lot of Treants there."

"I can testify—he’s not lying. There are not only big wagons and Treants, but also a type of Half-Giant I’ve never seen before, adorned with unique tattoos, skin looking like bluish-grey rock, arms thicker than my thighs, those muscles, as hard and contoured as rock."

"Golia! You must be talking about a nomadic tribe that lives on the mountains. They call themselves the children of the mountains. I heard that Mr. Gaven subdued a group of them in Mesnoel. So they come from Mesnoel. I wonder if Mr. Gaven himself is here?"

"He’s here, definitely here. Just now, Lord Zalanda left the city with General Nola. If Mr. Gaven weren’t here, the City Lord wouldn’t have made such a fuss."

"That means the migration plan is indeed about to commence. Whether it’s those big wagons, those Treants, or Golia, they are all here for this purpose."

"I told you, a migration of such magnitude is absolutely impossible to prepare for on our own. The City Lord, Mr. Gaven’s side, must take action and be prepared. If there are plenty of Treants and Half-Giants joining us, our security will be greatly ensured. Even the road will be much easier to traverse. Talking of pulling wagons, they could lift the wagons along with the cargo."

"Speaking of security, I’ve heard a top-secret message."

"What top-secret message? Let’s hear it."

"Can a message that’s shared so easily be called top-secret? Hehe..."

"Stop extorting us. Who knows whether your information is useful or not? I won’t fall for your tricks again."

"Don’t listen to his nonsense. Could he really get his hands on top-secret information?"

"After hearing this piece of news, you’ll be offering me drinks on your own initiative. It is said that Mr. Gaven organized a Hobgoblin Army to clear the way for the migrant convoy. The food salt prepared by the City Lord the other days, and the equipment that was transported overnight, were all meant for them. It’s said that they’ve already killed so many that the blood has dyed the roads black, and we’re just going to follow this road."

"I’ve also caught wind of this affair."

"Let’s go, to the tavern. We’ll discuss it in detail. Today’s drinks, it’s on me."

"Ha, I told you, you’d be offering me drinks."

The grand migration of thousands of miles from Darama to the Valley isn’t just about Gaven alone; it involves the hearts of everyone in Darama, from top to bottom.

Whether prepared to migrate or not, everyone is extremely attentive to this matter.

Because they will all benefit from it.

Migrants will begin an entirely new life.

Non-migrants will acquire more resources and living space.

Now, from top to bottom, not a single voice of opposition can be heard, only endorsement and agreement.

Not only because of Gaven’s growing reputation in this place but also because of a series of preparations made by the officials that have far exceeded these citizens’ imagination, making them feel greatly assured in terms of security, as if the journey of thousands of miles isn’t so difficult after all.

Especially when Gaven led the caravan from Mesnoel here, it caused a great sensation in Darama, and many people came to watch in droves.

What those Darama citizens saw first were those Awakened Plant beings mixed within the convoy that bore a close resemblance to humans. For them, the Darama Citizens felt not only familiarity but also a genuine fondness.

Because along the Is River, such beings assist in tasks like salvaging sunken ships and towing fishing boats, tasks that are difficult for humans.

Legend has it that Gaven Nort is no ordinary person but a Half-Elf with Elven royal blood running through his veins, the rightful heir of Mesnoel. He has now reclaimed this lost city of Elves. The natural races of the forest honor him as their king and pledge allegiance to him, including the Guardians, the Treants.

Among the caravan, the presence of as many as thirty Treants confirmed this legend.

This time, those Darama citizens were correct—the caravan comprised thirty-two Treants in total.

Eighteen were catalyzed by the Divine Root and later purified from being Dark Treants. The rest were enlightened by Gaven in his spare time using the convenient powers of the Tower of Dominion around Mesnoel. Except for one Thunderwood that needed to remain as a deterrent weapon, stationed in the Tower of Dominion, the rest were brought out by Gaven. They would be the core strength of the thousand-mile-long migrating convoy, possessing an absolute tactical advantage whether in intimidation or in hauling heavy objects.

Another remarkable aspect of this caravan was their wagons.

To call them wagons is an understatement; they were more like small wooden houses on wheels.

Over three meters wide, more than six meters long, and more than four and a half meters tall in a double-layered structure: the bottom layer is three meters of sealed construction, topped by a meter and a half of raised protective boards, in a semi-open design.