Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 927 - 575: Koutao Fishmen_3

Chapter 927: Chapter 575: Koutao Fishmen_3

The young Duke was now embarking on a massive thousand-mile migration, bringing tens of thousands of Tesser immigrants to the Valley. Even if the number of immigrants he brought back was only slightly more than half of what legends described, it still posed a huge shock to the surrounding Valleys.

You see, Deep Forest Valley, at most, had just over fifty thousand people, and their largest town, Highmoon, barely exceeded five thousand.

The populations of the other valleys were more or less the same, with only Bow Valley and Scar Valley having somewhat larger populations.

Both privately and publicly, Lord Serlemon wanted to find an opportunity to meet this young Duke, to have an in-depth exchange. Regardless of whether Koutao Fishmen’s target was Weizemay Manor or not, this was a very good opportunity.

How could this be possible?

This was the first thought that came to Lord Serlemon’s mind upon arriving in the skies above Weizemay New Village.

He had imagined that a new village, just recently broken ground less than half a year ago, would at most have a main street with two rows of buildings on either side, which would have been quite an accomplishment.

But Weizemay New Village completely shattered his preconceived notions; it had three perfectly straight streets running both north-south and east-west. Over a hundred buildings were already erected, and these weren’t the usual single-story houses, but rather multi-level complex structures. Especially the outer buildings, which were seven or eight meters tall with three stories. The first floor did not have windows in the back, but the second and third floors did. However, they felt less like windows and more like shooting ports to the outside.

Certainly, these buildings were not merely buildings; they also served the purposes of city walls.

The slightly shorter interior buildings were only five or six meters tall but also boasted a three-story structure, looking a bit more normal. However, the number of rooms was still dense and could accommodate far more people than ordinary buildings.

While other places remained drizzly, here it was clear and sunny, undoubtedly the work of Magic.

The night was still deep, yet here it glowed with the bustling lights of activity. Numerous Gnolls bustled in and out, and by rough estimates, there were no less than ten thousand. Their level of skill in their work was in no way inferior to human masonry experts.

What impressed Lord Serlemon the most was the frequent casting of Magic by these Gnolls. Although the levels of the spells cast were not particularly high, the sheer number of Gnolls capable of Magic was astonishing. This explained their remarkable construction Speed.

So many Gnolls, casting spells so frequently, assisted by a significant number of Treants and Enlightened Trees nearby, it was not an exaggeration to say that a building could be erected overnight – even several, in fact. Of course, this was cumulative; they couldn’t all work on one building at once, but rather on a vast construction site, starting dozens at the same time, with completion likely to surprise with the number of buildings erected at once.

Lord Serlemon was discovered almost immediately upon appearing over Weizemay New Village, and a well-armed Erde Squadron flew out to meet him. The leading Erde spoke in correct and standardized Common Tongue, "Sir, you have now entered Duke Gaven Nort’s airspace. If this is an error, please leave quickly, and we will not regard you as an enemy. If you have business, please land and state your name, and I will report to our commander, who will dispatch someone to deal with your concerns."

"I am Lord Serlemon Ulas of Deep Forest Valley, and I have important information for Duke Gaven about a potential Attack on you." Lord Serlemon wasted no words, landing his Pegasus and immediately relayed the information he brought, "Please ensure that the message is conveyed to Duke Gaven as fast as possible. The enemy is on their way here and will arrive in no more than three hours."

"Please wait here," the Erde said, his face betraying little emotion as he flew off in haste. The remaining Erde Squadron members subtly surrounded him, and at the same time, a large number of Gnoll Ferocity Mink Cavalry gathered around as well.

These Gnolls were not simply construction workers; they were also part of the defensive force.

To Lord Serlemon, however, the most formidable threat was a Treant who had a lower body resembling that of a Giant Dragon.

Weizemay New Village took Serlemon’s warning very seriously. In less than half an hour, a tall Half-Elf youth hurried over.

Standing over one meter eighty-five, he was exceptional among Half-Elves. He was neither a skinny stick nor a muscle-bound brute, but rather well-proportioned, as if a Half-Elf warrior were stretched taller and wider. He was the type who looked thin clothed but muscular when undressed. Though he had not seen him before, Lord Serlemon instantly knew that this was the master of the place, Duke Gaven Nort.

At first glance, as Lord Serlemon recognized Duke Gaven, Gaven too recognized Serlemon. He hadn’t met him personally, but he had seen his Memory Projection, thanks to Regina. Not only prominent figures from the Valley but also those from Sambia that Regina was acquainted with had Memory Projections made for Gaven Nort, along with relevant introductions, to avoid the embarrassment of not recognizing them when met in person. He hadn’t thought it would come in handy so soon.

Duke Gaven greeted with effusive warmth, "I have always wanted to find time to visit the Lord, but I feared being presumptuous and disturbing your grace."

"Sir, you are being too polite. I must also thank you on behalf of the people of Deep Forest Valley for helping us eliminate the scourge that was Slarcosta. We can finally sleep peacefully," said Lord Serlemon, clearly also a shrewd politician who promptly brought up the unintentional favor the young Duke had done for Deep Forest Valley, subtly bridging a closer relationship between them.

"You flatter me too much," Gaven chuckled, not dwelling on the matter, but instead getting straight to the point, "May I ask about the imminent Attack you mentioned earlier? What is that about?"

This was his primary concern.

"Here’s what happened..." Lord Serlemon didn’t bother with pleasantries, relaying what they saw at the Black Prison truthfully, but sparing any conjecture. Someone like his counterpart didn’t need too many personal opinions mixed in with the facts.

Duke Gaven bowed solemnly to Lord Serlemon, "Thank you, Lord. This information is of great importance to me; there’s an eighty percent chance the enemy is targeting me."

Lord Serlemon sidestepped and, unable to hold back, asked, "How can you be so sure they are coming for you?"