Chapter 731 The Wall
Chapter 731 The Wall
Two Days Later.
There was an army surrounding all four sides of a region that spanned 60 kilometers in total perimeter filled with many mountains and mines at their foot while being inhabited by over 100 thousand people.
Among this populace, at least 40% belonged to the same species as the clients that came to visit the Misthios guild recently.
This place was called Lukania, the home of the Lukion species and the lands ruled by the Grayborne tribe.
Swoom!
Swoom!
Few flying ships passed over the air as people from Misthios guild arrived. However, their entire envoy of 300 people only had 1 Saint.
“Tch! The Misthios guild leader is mocking us it seems. Sending only one Saint while others in the past couldn’t even stop the monster tide with 3 saints.” complained one of the members of the main council.
The people who followed Orion Grayborne back then were all the members of the Tribe Council who appeared during their previous meeting.
“At least they accepted our request while others declined it even after we begged them.
Even the 12 Valkyries refused to accept this job, saying the pay wasn’t enough for this level of battle.” refuted another council member who seemed much older than the former.
“No time to quarrel among ourselves. The guild leader boasted that this Commander of his will be able to finish the task.
If not, we don’t have to pay them a single itikar. It’s not like we’re losing out much.
The only issue is… protecting the lives of our people and our settlements that get decimated every year.” spoke Orion in a somber voice.
Thud!
Thud!
The flying ship descended and Sigurd’s tall figure walked out. To the Lukions, he was a Demi-Human, a rank above them in the social hierarchy so they all gave a respectful bow.
“Let me investigate the terrain first and I also want all the intel about entry points for the monster tide.” spoke Sigurd aka Blackwall and quickly disappeared.
1 hour later.
A scenario akin to a war council came to be where Sigurd received the requested intel.
“So that’s how it is. No wonder other guilds didn’t accept this job.
You have to fight on 4 fronts at the same time with at least 5 to 8 thousand warriors while killing the monsters as well as guarding the people inside the settlements.
Why didn’t you build a wall to protect your borders yet?” he iterated and asked.
“We couldn’t. The dungeons appeared only 9 years ago and most of the region has hundreds of deep mines.
Excavation of ground to build walls would only cause landslides and the territory would be destroyed.
If not for that issue, we would’ve built a wall already.” responded Orion.
“I see. Then I have a proposition.” spoke Sigurd in a stern voice, his confident and domineering gaze landing on all the Lukions in the room.
He then proposed them a method but all the listeners only had their eyes and mouths wide open.
“Impossible! If you can do that, I swear in my tribe’s name that we will pay your guild triple the amount!” declared Orion Grayborne.
“Ha ha! Just make sure that no one is in those regions and nobody bothers me during my work.
I’ll be done by tomorrow morning and we will be ready for the monster tide.” declared Sigurd nonchalantly and left the building.
His figure soon disappeared as he headed to work on the deal he just made. As for the Lukions going back on their word… he wasn’t worried in the slightest because he was a saint in their eyes, more than capable enough to destroy their entire territory if they did not hold the end of the deal.
The Next Morning.
The leaders and all the people inside Lukania had a look of disbelief, everyone gossiping about the same thing.
Out of nowhere and without even making any noticeable noises or damage to their lands… the entirety of the 60 kilometers of the region now had 50 meters tall walls surrounding the territory from all sides.
And on top of it, these walls were made out of hard metal, minerals and ores that were extremely hard to combine.
Even if the entire Grayborne tribe had invested their time in building such walls surrounding their lands… it would’ve taken them at least a couple of years and not to mention the manufacturing costs and other expenses.
“How? When?” asked Orion to his people.
“He did it all in the dark of the night.
Not only that… there are deep pits surrounding the walls outside and our experts found that those pits are filled with thousands of spikes made from solid rocks.
If a monster tide comes… forget climbing the wall, most of them would not even be able to cross the pits themselves.
The entire Lukania… is now an Impregnable Fortress.” reported the head of intel from the Tribe Council.
Swoosh!
Just then, Sigurd appeared in front of their group. He didn’t explain how he did it… but the actions spoke for themselves.
What they didn’t know was that Blackwall had used Earth Sense skill to check the terrain and chose which places he could extract the minerals and ores from.
Then he used Terrain Manipulation skill to create these massive walls.
And finally, he used Mineral Transmutation skill to change them entirely into solid metallic walls that could also be used as a place to monitor the borders like a watchtower.
The deep pits, all of which were more than 5 meters in width alone were actually where he took the source material for the construction from and the spikes were there to kill the monsters that fell in them.
Blackwall was a variant Primordial Titan with Earth Elemental affinity. This made every land and battlefield made with the solid ground as his own territory even though he didn’t have a Domain of his own like Omega, Jugram and Oliver.
So contrary to how the story went where the Titans destroyed the Wall… he created one by himself.
The Lukions had an expression full of bewilderment.
Forget the triple amount they had to pay… most were amazed by how profound Blackwall’s control over the earth element and metals was.
Lukions were the species with the highest affinity with earth and metals in Zivot Empire, yet there was a being whose accomplishments were far greater than even their ancestors.
At this moment, as if having a deep sense of inkling towards the saint tank warrior in front of them… all of them instantly knelt on their knees and spoke in a worshipping tone.
“Thank you… Lord Sigurd.”