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Chapter 132 Faith(3/3)

Dongfang Yun patted his shoulder intimately, got up and turned to the others, but he heard the young man from the leopard tribe shouting behind him: "Master Beast God?"

"Hmm?" Dongfang Yun turned around.

The young man of the leopard tribe had an incomprehensible flame burning in his eyes and he shouted: "Sir, the Beast God, I won't say thank you!"

His words attracted the glare of many elves.

"It's okay." Dongfang Yun smiled and said, "I am the beast god. Is it right for me to help you?"

The young man from the leopard tribe shouted: "It is right for you to help me, and it is also right for me to fight for you! The beast tribe will not rap and recite those wonderful hymns. I only know that one day, I will devote my life to your will. The day when I die on the battlefield for you will be the most glorious day in my life!"

These words completely shocked Dongfang Yun. He suddenly remembered that all the orcs he had helped had never said anything grateful to him!

He looked at the orcs around him, whether they were old or children, whether they were men or women, from their eyes, Dongfang Yun saw the same flame as this young man in the leopard tribe!

This flame is sincere faith, irresistible loyalty, and the hearts of the people that can be obtained by the Beast-free base!

Dongfang Yun's eyes were wet again. He turned his head embarrassedly, but behind him, he also saw countless same eyes.

Dongfang Yun clenched his fists and stood for a long time before he said two words.

"Thanks."

After saying that, he had turned to another orc who needed to bandage his wounds.

After another night of busyness, Dongfang Yun finally stopped by the orcs' persuasion and turned around and left the busy city.

At this moment, the city of Milan was already full of people. Apart from the orcs everywhere outside the imperial city, the orcs in Milan did not discriminate against these refugees just because they were residents of the imperial capital. Instead, they took out all their food and medical methods to help their compatriots.

Dongfang Yun walked on the main road, with orcs bowing to him everywhere, and his smile always stayed on his face, giving each orc a hint of warmth.

At this time, two figures descended from the sky at the same time, blocking Dongfang Yun's face.

Original Beast King Benitez and Swin.

"What's wrong?" Dongfang Yunqi said.

Benitez showed a worried look on his face: "The noble beast god, our food... is gone."

His words were not hidden, but were said in the street - it can be seen that this loyal soldier was burned into his heart by a sudden intent and forgot about the possible violence*.

As soon as he said that, he understood and quickly looked at the residents around him in horror.

However, unlike in imagination, these people did not have any emotional fluctuations, and their eyes were all on Dongfang Yun.

In this gaze, Benitez saw two words.

trust.

They trusted the beast god who suddenly appeared unconditionally. Even if they were hungry, they insisted on vote for him, and they believed that he would definitely let them live a happy life.

Dongfang Yun had no emotional fluctuations, he looked at Swan and said, "How many caves have been created?"

Swin was wearing a helmet and couldn't see his expression, but his words were still full of guilt: "Dignity Master, because time is urgent, there are 158 Beast Buildings in total, including 30 Beast Halls (can be debugged into sixth-level Beast Units), and two Storm Altars (can be used to make the Beast Powerful Beasts into four pseudo-heroes, and the King Altars of the Human Base, and can be used to create Sword Saint/Prophet/Chief/Dark

Shadow Hunter), Five War Mills (conducting orc attack/defense ability research, equivalent to human construction blacksmith shop), fifty-five barracks (currently, the orc units are converted into orc infantry/troll headhunter), six watchtowers (equivalent to human sentry tower/dark night ancient guardian, can attack the ground and sky units), and the remaining sixty are all Beast Cry (equivalent to human farm/dark night eternal moon well, providing food).

"Why are so many barracks built?" Dongfang Yun frowned and said, "Didn't I say before that I should first establish a crypt to ensure the food of all the beast tribes in Milan?"

Swin said bitterly: "The modulated orc units have reached 19 million. These are units that can immediately form combat power after modulation. Their battle-seeking ** is too strong. It is really difficult to fight those tribes who are trapped in the undead natural disaster."

He hesitated and said, "And I haven't even started building a voodoo shop now. All the remaining workers are building the crypt of the beast tribe, but to be honest, it's impossible to catch up with the consumption. A crypt of the beast tribe can only provide food for 200,000 orcs, but in the entire Milan city, the number of 13,000 orcs is enough to play. How can it be? The most important thing is that the number of labourers in our modulated labourers is less than 300. This construction speed is already at its limit. This is still the help of the eleventh-level labourer Rafi."

"There is insufficient amount of hard work?" Dongfang Yun said in surprise: "Why is this happening? When Galen developed the human base, there were nearly 50,000 hard work for 300,000 people."

Swin spread his arms and said, "Because of your order, your honorable master."

"My order?"

"Yes, the disability and endangered beast tribes are given priority... But most of these beast tribes resist the warriors at the forefront or the strongest people among the villagers when the undead natural disaster strikes. Their potential does not allow them to become hardworking."

Dongfang Yun pinched his eyebrows and said, "Sixty crypts can only provide 12 million orc food. If you want to provide more than 130 million orcs or even more people, you will need more than 600 crypts."

"Yes." Swan was at a loss.

He was trusted by Dongfang Yun but did not do his job well, which made the wandering swordsman very depressed.

"Thinking!" Dongfang Yun clapped his hands suddenly and said, "I know what to do! Swan, order all infantry and troll headhunters who have been debugged to leave the city. From now on, no non-elves or non-orc creatures are allowed to enter the entire 50 kilometers outside the city of Milan!"

"Yes!" Swan said: "Then will continue to use all the hard work to build the beast crypt?"

"No, do whatever you need, go!" Dongfang Yun waved his hand and said, "Let me teach you next."

"Yes!" Swin turned and left.

"Benitez."

"Here, Lord Beast God!"

"Take all the remaining food in the treasury and share it with the refugees. As long as you spend tonight, I will solve the rest!"

"yes!"

After the two left, Dongfang Yun looked at the trusted eyes around him and slowly floated into the air, until a height of hundreds of meters. Then he looked at the Milan City, which could not see the edge, and used the amplified magic array to shout: "My people, I am Dongfang Yun, your beast god!"

"Long live the beast god!!!"

Covering dozens of kilometers, the shouts of the orcs are still uniform and resounding throughout the sky.

Dongfang Yun smiled and said, "Benitez just reported to me something bad. Our food is only enough to last until tonight."

There is a quiet area below.

Dongfang Yun was slightly nervous, but this nervousness immediately changed to trust in the orcs.

They are a nation that knows how to be grateful.

Dongfang Yun continued: "But I promise you won't go hungry. When you wake up tomorrow morning, there will be hot soup and sweet food waiting for you!"

He shouted: "Do you believe me?"

"Believe! Believe! Believe!"

These words of unity turned into three thunder that resounded through the sky.

Dongfang Yun laughed: "My people, spend tonight with anticipation!"

As he said that, he removed the magic circle and flew out of the city.

When we arrived at the large area of ​​cultivated land in the south of Milan, the clouds in the east slowly fell.

By the end of autumn, these arable land had long been deserted and could no longer provide a trace of food to the orcs.

Dongfang Yun had thought of using the magic of elves to sow the seeds of plants and force them to be born. However, Tyrande told her that even if she did this, she would consume a lot of energy, but the food she made might not be able to support tens of millions of people for half a month.

Therefore, Dongfang Cloud took the most direct approach.

He half-kneeled on the ground, pressing his palm on the cold land, and a hint of blue light flashed through his cherry red pupils!

With his palm as the center, the azure blue energy seemed to fall on the alcohol, turning into a circle of flames and spreading rapidly, spreading to a range of one kilometer in diameter.

Then, the azure blue light turned into a huge hexagram array.

As the light and shadow flickered, countless figures rose slowly from the hexagram array, from nothingness to reality, and finally became real lives.

When the light of the six-pointed star array dissipated, the surroundings of the Eastern Clouds were already covered with people. If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that the number of people is at least about 50,000.

The closest to Dongfangyun is Galen who is smiling.

He spread his arms and hugged Dongfang Yun: "Dad, long time no see!"

Hula!

The 50,000 people around him made uniform kneeling actions and shouted in unison: "I have seen His Majesty the Emperor!"

Dongfang Yun patted Garen's waist and said separate from him: "Galen, how are the farmers' skills mastered now?"

Galen said proudly: "It's definitely not worse than the elves."

"Okay." Dongfang Yun said to the bottom of his palm: "Build a thousand farms for me in the surrounding land! Remember, all the farms are very close to Milan City."

"Harve orcs from the human farm?" Garen touched his chin and said, "I'll laugh at him later when I see Swind."

"I'll talk about that later." Dongfang Yun said: "How long does it take for a thousand farms to be made?"

Galen laughed: "Fifty thousand farmers, fifty people build a farm, and it only takes ten hours at most."
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