Chapter 311 Recovering the Northern Wall
“I’m going to get a bottle of Wisdom Liquid. Hela, do you want one?”

After Roland finished eating all the pancake, he stood up and asked.

"it is good."

Hela shook her head and nodded.

Looking at Hela's swaying head, Roland smiled and nodded, then walked towards the temporary refrigerator not far away.

However, when he returned with a few bottles of Wisdom Liquid, he found that Hela had fallen asleep on the table.
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Looking at Hela falling asleep at the speed of light, Roland put down the Liquid of Wisdom in his hand and glanced at Hela's empty right shoulder.

Under Roland's gaze, the Gray Crow came out of its virtual state and appeared on Hela's shoulder, then huddled beside Hela's ear and looked at Roland with disgust.

"I won't tell on you."

Roland smiled and said to Gray Crow.

Although Hela fell asleep at the speed of light because of physical and mental fatigue, it was also due to the intervention of Gray Crow.

After all, Gray Crow is of the same origin as Hela and is closer to Hela. It is normal that he does not want to see Hela being exploited by Roland like this.

It glanced at Roland, then reentered the virtual state and disappeared.

Roland picked Hela up from the chair and put her on the wooden bed in the tent.

Seeing that Hela's hands and mouth were greasy, Roland used magic to gently wipe off the grease, and then covered her with a blanket.

Finally, Roland turned around, picked up several bottles of wisdom liquid on the table, extinguished the fire in the tent, and walked out.

Roland looked up at the starry sky and slowly drank the bottle of wisdom liquid.

Afterwards, he flew high into the sky, found a place to sit on the northern wall, and fully expanded his perception, covering the entire camp while quickly covering the surroundings.

"Go back and rest. I'll keep watch tonight."

Roland's voice appeared in the ears of several spellcasters who were on night watch.

One of the spellcasters who was yawning suddenly froze.

As they looked at each other in bewilderment, Roland's magic power and aura also fell in front of them. At the same time, the control of the patrolling undead in the camp was also taken over by Roland's highest authority.

Several spellcasters who were on night watch looked up at Roland who was sitting on the northern wall. After a brief exchange of words, they dispersed and returned to their tents to rest.

Roland sat by the high wall, swinging his legs, feeling the night breeze and bright moonlight.

While maintaining perception coverage of the entire camp and the surrounding area, he took out a pen and paper from his space bracelet and began to split and simplify the rune diagram of the second phase of the northern wall project.

He needed to simplify the densely packed rune designs of the second phase of the project into simplified rune diagrams that even novices could understand. Only in this way could the second phase of the project be handed over to spellcasters.

Under the moonlight, Roland drank the liquid of wisdom, and wrote silently and furiously in the evening breeze.

Roland had long been accustomed to the nightlife, so staying up late to work overtime was nothing more than a small matter.

The next day, early morning.

The clear sky is like a piece of sky-blue crystal washed by heavy rain. There is not a trace of colorful white clouds. The tall and thick northern wall still stands above the earth, silently conveying the great wonders unique to Donnar.

The morning dew gathered on the green fields. A few plump, small birds swooped down from the branches covered with green leaves, shaking the dew away, and the sleeping earth began to sound again.

Inside the northern wall, in the temporary camp.

Most of the spellcasters who had originally gathered here have disappeared, leaving only a few who had just woken up and were still eating breakfast and packing up.

Some necromancers yawned and squatted beside an open space, eating bread expressionlessly while directing the undead to work, moving various supernatural materials and continuing to refine special liquids.

It was probably because the noise from packing and moving things in the camp and refining special liquids was too loud.

In Roland and Hela's tent, Hela, who was still sleeping soundly, moved her eyebrows slightly and her eyelashes trembled.

"Gah?"

As a cry sounded in her ears, Hela's two beautiful big black eyes opened again.

"Gah!"

Hearing the cry of a gray crow nearby, Hela, who had just sat up, looked around blankly, and finally her eyes stopped on the gray crow standing on the table.

"water."

"Gah."

The Gray Crow responded, grabbed the Liquid of Wisdom on the table with one claw, and threw it to Hela.

Hela took the liquid of wisdom, opened it simply, and began to drink it in small sips.

She drank the liquid of wisdom with a confused look on her face, and as she drank, her eyes became clear again.

Oh, by the way, I'm at the northern wall now.

Thinking of this, Hela subconsciously lowered her head to glance at the strange watch worn next to the space bracelet.

It’s only eight o’clock.

?

It's already eight o'clock!
Hela instantly perked up. She drank all the liquid of wisdom in one gulp, jumped off the bed quickly, grabbed a few hot pancakes from the table in a hurry, bit them, and was about to run out of the tent.

Just as Hela was about to run out, the gray crow spread its wings and stopped Hela.

"Gah!"

"hair?"

Hearing Gray Crow's words, Hela said hesitantly.

She subconsciously took out a mirror from her space bracelet. Looking at her somewhat sloppy self in the mirror, Hela stopped silently.

You can't go out like this.

Hela cast a forced calm spell on herself, and after forcing herself to calm down, she moved quickly.

After finishing the pancake in a few bites and drinking a bottle of wisdom liquid handed to her by Gray Crow to finish her breakfast, she spent another minute to quickly tidy up her appearance.

Finally, after confirming that there was no problem, she hurried out of the tent.

After walking out of the tent, the situation was just as she expected. Most of the spellcasters in the camp had already left the camp to work. Only a few spellcasters who woke up late like Hela were also quickly finishing their breakfast and then hurried into the passage.

Seeing this, Hela also hurriedly ran into the passage.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Hela ran to Roland's side and whispered.

"It's okay. I don't have a fixed working time. I should rest more when I need to. Only when I rest well can I have the energy to work."

Roland smiled and said comfortingly.

Hela nodded and quickly got back to work.

Hela was not the last one to arrive late. Roland had instructed the spellcasters who woke up first in the early morning not to wake up the spellcasters who were still sleeping. Therefore, some particularly tired spellcasters did not rush to the passage until around 9 or 10 o'clock. These spellcasters who thought they were late felt very ashamed. Even though Roland would comfort them when he passed by, they still worked hard one by one, trying to make up for what they had not done in the morning.

When everyone was having lunch together at noon, Roland once again emphasized the importance of rest and told all spellcasters that if they felt hungry, tired, or sleepy, they should eat when they should and rest when they should.

Moreover, Roland also emphasized that there are no fixed working hours in the project plan.

The work of rebuilding the northern wall cannot be rushed. Only after a good rest can the work go smoothly.

Although Roland compared their work to driving screws, their work is still quite difficult. Only when they are in good condition and clear mind can they complete the work smoothly.

This kind of rune work consumes the caster's energy even more than high-intensity fighting.

If you force yourself to keep going even though you are extremely tired, not only will your work efficiency be low, but problems will also easily arise. Once a problem occurs, Roland will need to intervene and deal with it.

So, sleeping for a long time is not a problem, as long as it is necessary rest, it is right.

Of course, if it is just pure laziness, the punishment should still be imposed.

After Roland adjusted the policy, the spellcasters gradually adapted to the flexible working hours and tried their best to maintain a good working state. As a result, the probability of problems occurring became lower and lower, and the efficiency of the project was significantly improved.

The only drawback is that the work and rest schedules of each spellcaster will probably be completely disrupted.

Since spellcasters do not work during the day and rest at night, the time they use for work and rest is divided into several sections in a day according to their respective situations.

Moreover, after the spellcasters' work and rest schedules were disrupted, there were spellcasters working on the northern wall almost 24 hours a day.

In addition, Roland is the spellcaster with the longest working hours.

Relying on his independent meditation skills, Roland only needed to spend one or even half an hour every day to leave the channel. While meditating, he would draw the rune blueprints for the second phase of the project, which ensured that he could stay in the channel to work for the remaining 23 hours of the day.

While Roland was rebuilding the Northern Wall, the armies led by Odin and Tula were not idle either. After killing all the greenskin warlords within the Northern Wall, the two armies quickly dispersed and began to thoroughly cleanse the entire Northern Wall, slaughtering all the greenskin orcs.

January 1449, 1: The War Council cleared all obstacles to the Northern Wall, and a large amount of supplies and personnel began to flow into the Northern Wall.

The legionnaires took over the defense of the entire northern wall and took on some simple tasks to share the workload of the spellcasters.

At the same time, the influx and availability of a large amount of extraordinary materials also accelerated the speed at which the casters recovered, which undoubtedly greatly accelerated the efficiency of the reconstruction work.

On January 1th, when nearly 20% of the first phase of the Northern Wall project was completed, with the last greenskin tribe wiped out and their vitality sealed, the War Council officially declared the end of the war and announced the official recovery of the Northern Wall.

The war, which lasted for three months, ended with the War Council achieving an incredibly impressive record.

More than ten greenskin warlords were killed, and their warlord territories were swallowed up by the committee, and even the northern wall was brought back under their rule.

At the same time, through rotation, the 500,000 active troops of the War Committee also experienced the baptism of war and transformed into veterans. In addition, a large number of legion soldiers also made breakthroughs in life-and-death crises.

Thousands of first- and second-ring transcendents were born in this war. At the same time, nearly a thousand three-ring transcendents were born, as well as three four-ring transcendents who completed their sublimation.

Tula, a Donnar native, was one of Roland's original 50,000 legion soldiers. After commanding his army to kill five greenskin warlords in a row, he successfully broke through the fourth ring amid the cheers of countless soldiers on the battlefield.

Alfonso, a native of Donnar, was one of Roland's original fifty thousand legionaries, the Primarch of the Death Knights, the First Primarch, and after personally chopping off the head of a greenskin warlord, he vented his anger and hatred and successfully broke through the fourth ring.

Orit, a Sinar native, was one of the spellcasters who took the initiative to defect to Roland from the Tower of Truth. After following the army in the expedition, he personally experienced the trials of blood and fire as well as the threat of death brought by the greenskin warlords, and was successfully promoted to the fourth ring.

Roland was not surprised by their promotion.

Tula was a knight who mainly absorbed positive and negative energy. Although he did not receive the inheritance in the previous knight inheritance, he also gained a lot of benefits and was successfully promoted to the three-ring knight.

And now, nourished by the extreme emotions brought about by consecutive victories, it is not surprising to cross the fourth ring.

Alfonso, as the first Primarch, completely absorbed the existence of the Death Core. He had enough energy to support himself to cross the fourth ring. His willpower was also extremely firm. The only thing that limited him was his endless hatred for the greenskin warlords. As long as he could vent some of it, it would not be difficult for him to be promoted to the fourth ring.

Orit, he had good talent to begin with. As a spellcaster of the Tower of Truth, he was used to safety and his willpower was relatively weak. After experiencing the baptism of war, his willpower became strong, and it was not surprising that he broke through.

However, what made Roland feel pity was that only the three of them successfully broke through, and the other three-ring transcendents did not make any progress even after playing the entire game.

No matter whether it was the three-ring transcendents trained by Roland himself and the other eight primarchs, or the three-ring knights sent by the border areas, or the three-ring transcendents who defected over, there was no possibility of a breakthrough.

Of course, no matter what, having three more fourth-ring transcendents is always a good thing, especially Orlit, as the third official fourth-ring spellcaster of the War Council.

After he was promoted, Roland transferred him directly to the Northern Wall to join the reconstruction work.

Although he studied alchemy in the Tower of Truth, there are still some connections between alchemy and runes, so he also understands some knowledge of runes.

Although Roland did not think that his knowledge of runes was proficient, even if he was not proficient, he was a fourth-ring spellcaster after all. Even if he had just reached the entry-level level of runes, he could speed up the reconstruction of the northern wall.

At the same time, the War Council ended the war and continued to develop along the path pointed out by Roland.

Due to the fact that several fortress cities were open to the outside world, and the fact that the Executive Committee did not deliberately block information, the news that the War Council had conquered the greenskin territory and reoccupied the northern wall spread quickly.

Naturally, there was a lot of discussion outside the War Committee about the news that spread from the Committee.

However, most people who received this news basically did not believe it, especially the United Army.

After all, the Allied Forces had fought against the Green Tide before, and no one knew the Green Tide's strength better than them.

Unless Eleanor went down, even the Allied Forces would not be able to recover so much lost territory in just three months, let alone the War Council.

From the perspective of various factions of the Allied Forces, they believed that the War Council could recapture one or two warlord territories, but they certainly did not believe such a huge achievement.

You must know that the United Army is the only legitimate regime in Donnar that is recognized by all human forces. It has absorbed the elite combat forces of various knight kingdoms and is recognized as the strongest force in Donnar.

The rebels led by Locke in the past had no qualifications to challenge the United Army, let alone the current War Council.

You know, the War Committee carried out a major purge internally, killing so many members of the local factions. Even if the members of the local factions were relatively weak, the border faction also suffered heavy losses, right?
Moreover, without the extraordinary people from the local faction, the new war committee would only have those diehard elements from the border area faction left. How could they be capable of achieving the results that the Locke Resistance and even the United Army could not achieve?

Of course, what they didn't know was that under the leadership of Roland, the variable, the War Council had already trained a legion of 500,000 all-supernatural beings, and had Primarch surgery, which could mass-produce Primarch soldiers with four- and five-ring combat power.

In addition, the rapid development of the three scientific and technological fields of mechanics, botany, and necromancy has also brought great improvements to the War Council.

Not to mention the huge changes brought about by the Fountain of Life.

The actual strength of the War Council is countless times stronger than the United Forces imagined.

Although the top leaders of the United Army scoffed at the war committee's battle report, it was quickly spread by the people arranged by the committee and successfully attracted the middle and lower levels of the United Army.

As the war reports spread, the War Committee also announced an unlimited acceptance of refugees from all over the country.

Therefore, the hard-working refugees who were struggling at the bottom of the United Army rushed to the direction of the War Committee as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Most of the top leaders of the coalition forces are happy to see this situation.

After all, the United Nations Army currently has a large population. Even if a large number of refugees starve to death every day, the number of refugees within the United Nations Army is still a bit too much.

Therefore, since the War Committee is willing to absorb these refugees, just give them to them.

Of course, the main reason was that the War Committee sent people to bribe the personal guards and clansmen of local nobles, asking them to whisper in their ears and let the refugees pass through.

If they encounter stubborn elements who cannot be bribed and do not listen to money, the extraordinary people in the committee also know a little bit of martial arts and can simply fabricate a factional conflict and send their entire family to death.

Anyway, the coalition army is so chaotic, the death of a local noble is nothing.

As for merchants, the War Council followed Roland's example and encouraged them to exchange refugees for food.

With this series of tricks, the population of the War Council began to increase again with the influx of refugees.

The common people at the bottom of society don’t understand that much, and even if they do, they have no other choice in order to survive.

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