arcane emperor

Chapter 118 Matthew’s Expectations (12 updates)
4 month 13 day.

Day 3 of setting up the Ogre Camp!
Dark Forest, Troll Valley.

A little bit of misty drizzle fell.

A gauze-like mist enveloped the entire valley.

A shrill roar occasionally came from the mist, carrying the unique coldness of the dark forest.

The dark tree trunks were slightly moist, as if they had absorbed enough water and started breathing again.

On the buried deep pit, tenacious plants have sprouted out of the crumbled soil.

They grow rapidly, taking advantage of the fact that there are no tall trees above them, greedily bathing in the sunshine, and growing rapidly.

"One two one!"

There was a slight vibration on the ground.

These emerald green shoots sway slightly involuntarily, as if welcoming their arrival.

More than 100 soldiers walked in uniform steps.

More than 500 cart drivers looked around with some concern. After seeing the incompletely burned skeletons of the trolls, they relaxed slightly.

More than 50 carriages loaded with goods were trudging along the muddy roads.

This is only the first batch of supplies, and hundreds more vehicles will be loaded in the future.

Also arriving with the convoy were extremely curious adventurers.

The first batch of adventurers who opened up the Troll Valley, as long as they survived, basically made a lot of money.

Attracted by huge benefits.

The adventurers who had reached level 5 and whose contribution points in the Gulf exceeded 50 points, began to reorganize their teams and came in with the group.

With thousands of people and an armed force of four to five hundred people, after the troll tribe that originally ruled the Troll Valley was completely defeated, they were basically able to walk sideways.

They encountered no danger along the way and arrived at the ogre camp safely.

This definitely boosted everyone’s confidence!
At least the Troll Valley is not as dangerous as they thought!

Next, many people are eagerly discussing how to make a fortune in Troll Valley!

After all, yesterday, the adventurers of Alice's team were personally praised by the lord under their watchful eyes.

Moreover, everyone obtained a valuable enchanted equipment.

It makes people jealous!
At the entrance of the mountain stream, the troll skeletons scattered on the ground make every adventurer feel a little incredible.

"They were all killed by fireball?"

"Yes, look at the wounds where the bones were broken. They were all torn open by pure force..."

"Just look at the marks on the ground. Are there really more than a hundred fireballs released at the same time?"

"It's very possible. I really don't know how powerful that mysterious arcanist is..."

"Don't think so much. With Master Arcanist's cleanup, the troll tribe should no longer be able to resist. It's time for us to take action..."

"That's right, we should hurry up before Team Alice comes back!"

"That's right...wait...what is that?"

"Is that... an ogre?"

"Yes, those are ogres, and they have been tamed!"

The tall Beelzebub came over with the sentry and exchanged a few words with Leon, who was leading the team:

"These ogres are used to working, but others must still be prohibited from contacting them."

"You also need to be careful to prevent these adventurers from digging the ground."

Leon, who understood what was under the ground, nodded calmly.

He looked at the female ogres who were carrying axes and working hard to cut down trees, with a little bit of disbelief in their eyes.

"I didn't expect that the Arcanist actually succeeded. Is this a method of arcane magic?" "I just don't know. Will the Lord let these ogres join the battle order?"

"If we can get them to be trained obediently, it would feel pretty good..."

After thinking randomly for a while, Leon led the convoy towards the troll camp.

Beelzebub chatted with him, introduced him to the camp and the surrounding situation, and made the final handover.

He has to return to the Gulf Territory to accept the training mission assigned by the Lord.

"Barbarian soldiers have good physical talents, but lack of systematic training and combat skills prevent them from fully utilizing them..."

Beelzebub was a little moved, and he could taste another meaning from the Lord's words:
"The lord has great trust in us and hopes that we can entrust him with important tasks."

"The lord values ​​us very much and does not distinguish us from others..."

Thinking of this, Beelzebub was inevitably a little excited.

He watched Leon, under the guidance of the old village chief Field, arrange for soldiers to patrol, set rules for the adventurers, and provide some advice on the development of the camp.

Beelzebub listened carefully, eagerly absorbing many experiences in arrangement and management.

Now, Beelzebub has understood the reason why the barbarians have been strong for hundreds of years, but they have never been able to defeat the Eastern Empire.

"Maybe the war has been lost..."

With this thought in his mind, Beelzebub strengthened his determination, no longer thinking about having nothing, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Gulf Territory.

There’s a brighter future here!
The handover of the two teams was completed.

Potential soldiers represented by Leon will be stationed in the dangerous Troll Valley.

Not only will they stick to the troll camp, but they will also take the initiative to clean up the remaining trolls and dangerous magical creatures.

Matthew has high expectations for them, hoping that they can hone themselves, improve their actual combat experience, and promote rapid improvement in strength.

The barbarians headed by Beelzebub returned to Bay Village with a new batch of adventurers who had made considerable profits.

The story of getting rich needs more people to "publicize" it!
noon.

Hundreds of elderly people push food carts through the countryside and wilderness.

"It's time to eat!"

"Let's rest first!"

The rich aroma of food, accompanied by happy shouts, spread throughout the flat wilderness.

The farmers who had been busy all morning gathered together happily.

While discussing the details of land reclamation in the morning, they asked what food they would have for today.

Everyone has a longing for the future on their faces.

The aroma of food spreads far away, making the busy wilderness temporarily quiet.

In the dark forest not far away, a group of soldiers slowly walked out, attracting everyone to watch curiously.

The barbarians in the team raised their heads excitedly, waved to the other side, and excitedly explained to everyone:
"It seems to be Lord Beelzebub's team..."

"And the adventurers, seeing how happy they are, they must have made a lot of money..."

"I heard that many adventurers have made a fortune..."

"Although adventurers earn more, they are definitely not as good as soldiers, and they face more dangers..."

"That's right, the lord is so kind to his soldiers, it's really hard to say..."

"It's a pity. I've been training for several months, but I still can't reach the standard..."

"Then just train for a few more months."

"Haha, that makes sense!"

(End of this chapter)