Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 774 - 774 526 Gnome Village Visit2

774: Chapter 526 Gno Village Visit_2 774: Chapter 526 Gno Village Visit_2 How could such a character casually allow other forces near his kingdom, unless they were beneficial to him, able to provide a continuous supply of food to his kingdom?

The trolls of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom were each stout and healthy, thanks in no small part to the gnos of Querose Village.

The trolls of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom had beco a thing of the past, and since the gnos of Querose Village did not interfere with the migrating force, Baron Gaven did not pry into their ambiguous relationship and instead accepted the gnos’ friendly overture.

The establishnt of a city requires a stable source of food.

Moreover, the city that Gaven was now building was no longer just one, but two, cities whose populations would surge to tens of thousands in a short period, requiring even more survival supplies.

The hobgoblins of Blood Gorge City could maintain for a short ti by collecting tribute from the Monster Tribe in the Giant Plains.

That wouldn’t work for Dwarf Statue City, where the Gnolls’ main effort was in mining, and the majority of food had to be resolved from outside.

The gnos coming forward on their own saved Baron Gaven so trouble.

As soon as Gaven made an appearance, a gno mage from the Gno Caravan took to the air and flew toward him with a clown-like, exaggerated, and comical smile, saying, “You must be Baron Gaven, the Troll Destroyer, right?

It’s my greatest honor to et you.

I am Mayor Jin Bao Querose of Querose Village.

Just Jin Bao will suffice.”

Gnos have another well-known characteristic; they share similar personalities with the Red Copper Dragon, being obsessed with jokes, riddles, and stories, excelling in verbal gas.

It’s not uncommon for so gno villages to be neighbors with Red Copper Dragons and live in harmony with them.

The gno before him was a typical specin, with a large head, thick neck, short legs, and big feet, which made him look inherently comical, and his outfit was even more so.

He wore black tights complented by an orange-red vest, a white mage’s pointed hat on his head, and orange-red jester’s curl-toed shoes on his feet.

His chin was clean-shaven, and combined with his exaggerated expressions, one unfamiliar might have mistaken him for a circus clown.

“Mayor Jin Bao, welco.

I didn’t expect you to be so efficient.

Your emissary left just three days ago, and you’ve already arrived,” Gaven said.

He did not expect such efficiency from the gnos and thought he’d have to visit the Gno Village to conclude an agreent once the migrating army set off.

“Our high efficiency is thanks to you, Lord Baron,” Jin Bao replied with a sincere smile on his face.

“Thank ?

How so?” Gaven didn’t imdiately catch on.

“Your extraordinary road-building team!

They’ve laid down a broad avenue right to our farm’s doorstep.

Never have we seen such a spacious, flat, and sturdy road.

Our vehicles hardly need the animals to move; they seem to move forward by themselves.

A journey that would normally take a day or two we completed in less than three hours,” Mayor Jin Bao explained with animated brows and highly exaggerated expressions, even using his limbs for effect.

Those in the know understood he was speaking the truth, while those unaware might think he was boasting.

For achieving such a unique counter-effect, this fellow was a talent in his own right.

“To receive such recognition from you is our greatest honor,” Gaven said with a smile.

“In a few days, when our troops are ready, we’ll continue northward.

This road will run straight through the Giant Plains to Efanso on the Giant Dragon Coast.

When that ti cos, you can use this route to travel safely and securely between Dwarf Statue City and Blood Gorge City.

Anyone who attacks rchants on this road declares war on us, on the Blood Claw Legion, and we will make them pay a blood price for their folly.”

Behind the calm words was a deep confidence.

Jin Bao’s jovially mocking grin briefly wavered, then, returning with a sowhat forced cheer, he said, “I believe, there won’t be any such fools left on the Giant Plains anyti soon.”

Because such fools had already been used by the Blood Claw Legion as fertilizer, enriching the vegetation of the Giant Plains.

His family had relocated to the Giant Plains over a century ago and had weathered many storms, but the upheaval they had witnessed in the last month had surpassed anything from the previous century.

Ever since that Hobgoblin Army—whose origins were unknown to them when they first appeared—entered the scene.

Everyone initially thought they were just a wandering Hobgoblin Army, passersby on the Giant Plains, and expected news of their annihilation by human forces soon enough.

But who could have imagined that just a few days later, they would co back, better equipped, and sweep from south to north and back again, growing stronger with each battle instead of weaker.

Then their master arrived, and with a wave of his hand, he wiped out the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom, a power on the Troll Mountains and the Giant Plains that had been around even longer than Querose Village.

Now on the Giant Plains, which tribe or power, upon hearing their na, does not shiver in fear?

They would rather stay as far away as possible, hoping the Legion would never find them.