Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 728 - 511 The First Battle is the Decisive Battle_1

Chapter 728: Chapter 511 The First Battle is the Decisive Battle_1

When he had first met him, Raymond sensed that Gaven was a man of great ambition, but he hadn’t expected him to be so ambitious, not merely wanting to forge a migration route, but also intending to leave behind cities of his own along the way.

Raymond felt even more conflicted about this matter than he had when Gaven took away a large amount of potential tax revenue from Ruitawen.

For Ruitawen, there were both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage was that with such a city standing guard in front, they would become a completely safe inland territory, no longer needing to fight life-and-death battles against the Monster Tribe descending from the south of the Giant Plains.

It would also completely revitalize the northern section of the migration route, for without a city to guard it, even if they temporarily cleared the Giant Plains, it wouldn’t take long before monsters refilled the area, making it impossible to establish trade routes.

The downside was that this city would dilute Ruitawen’s profits; if traders didn’t need to traverse the perilous Snowflake Mountain Trail, most wouldn’t need to restock weapons or make repairs there, reducing the city to merely a transit station like any other.

This would also create new business opportunities, such as the endless demand for weaponry and equipment the new city would certainly generate—this could balance out some of the losses.

The main issue was being sandwiched between two cities not under Amu’s control; that would be quite uncomfortable.

"What’s so surprising about that? Didn’t you say he has a territory of Gnolls? These must be the elites selected from them," the Frost Giant said after taking a big swig, his eyes reflecting a sliver of nostalgia, "These are minor scenes. You haven’t seen the landscapes built by our cooperation,

Storm Giants can manipulate thunder, lightning, and storms to irrigate our vast farms.

Cloud Giants control the Cloud Castle, transporting our finest warriors, the Frost Giants, over the heads of our enemies.

Fire Giants are the best blacksmiths, creating the most splendid armor.

Stone Giants are the finest stone masons, building the most magnificent and luxurious palaces in the world.

Hill Giants are the best miners..."

"Stop, stop, stop, old pal, are you drunk? Are you talking about the legends of your Giants or something from your dreams?" Raymond urgently interrupted, "The last Giant Empire fell thirty thousand years ago. It’s not easy to reunite the six ranked Giants to build an empire, let alone now."

"Yes, it’s all a distant past, the era of the Giants has become history, and the world has become the domain of you smaller beings," the Frost Giant drained his cup in a gulp, his tone self-mocking, "Just now, it wasn’t my memory, but the ancient memories of this land that were stirred up by the construction scene below, simply speaking through my mouth."

"At best, we’re now the majority in this world. To become the masters of this world still requires a long, distant journey," Raymond pointed below, to the surging monster horde that had launched the first wave of attack, "Currently in this world, it is they who dominate; we might take years, or even decades, or hundreds of years to build a city, but they can destroy one overnight."

"Tsk," the Frost Giant glanced below and lost interest, scoffing, "Tall but brainless creatures, such narrow terrain and they foolishly charge forward; aren’t they just targets for the enemy? If they manage to reach the chariots, I’ll admit defeat."

"You have to look at the bigger picture, not just one aspect. Those are just cannon fodder meant to die, used to test the enemy’s strength," Raymond pointed at the groups of monsters scattered around, "These Trolls have some interesting tactics, actually knowing how to flank. They’re looking for a way to circle around to the side, but they’re too late. All the passable paths have been destroyed, leaving behind deliberate slaughterhouses. Attacking from there will only result in heaps of bodies, with scarcely any significant achievements."

What the devil? What’s that? Demon Blood Sacrifice! The Demon Blood Sacrifice of the Demon Lord Dimogorgen.

These Trolls are devotees of the Double-Headed Baboon; right from the beginning, they had no intention of using conventional means, instead treating these monsters as sacrifices for the Summoning Demon army; we’ve underestimated these Trolls."

The unfolding battle below surprised not only Raymond but also Gaven and his party.

The Trolls had just arrived and, without even catching their breath, drove their monster vassals into Blood Gorge, launching an attack on the migrating army.

They assumed it was just the Trolls’ first probing attack to test the migration army’s strength, intending to set up camp afterwards to deliberate on whether to directly assault Blood Gorge or to flank from the surrounding mountains.

The scouts they had sent out seemed to be preparing for just that.

Little did they know that they had no intention of withdrawing those monster vassals; in fact, fifteen Troll Warbands formed an enormous circle behind the monster vassals, pushing them all into Blood Gorge.

At the same time, a massive mobile altar was pushed out from among the Two-Headed Troll Warbands.

This altar was entirely composed of bloody skeletons, all of which were from Noble Giant Trolls, with two Noble Giant Troll heads at the top, the living kind, continuously emitting angry, piercing howls.

They were used as sacrifices to the Demon Lord Dimogorgen, known as the Abyssal King, becoming a conduit to the Abyss. Even their powerful regenerative abilities could not take effect on them.