The path to the main mine shaft was completely blocked by that peculiar black-brown tallic giant rock, forcing Chen Yu's exploration journey to end abruptly.
However, this might actually be good news.
At least it ant that if the Goblin Army wanted to make a coback and reclaim this mining area, they would also have to deal with this obstructive rock first.
By the ti the army finally managed to dig through here, he would have already mined enough Gray Gravel Crystals and made his escape long before.
The next ti they t, it wouldn't be small skirmishes but a proper 'artillery barrage' welco ceremony.
After returning to the original mining area, Anvil proactively requested to stay behind and guard this newly reclaid holand. Remaining with him were part of the Magical Creature Army and the two "Goblin Ripper" magic formations.
With these forces present, even if that cunning Earthworm returned, they could handle it easily.
Thus, Chen Yu mounted Little Ka and set off on the return journey with peace of mind.
Compared to their arrival, the team carried much more supplies. Peachy's broad back and the beetles' sturdy shells were laden with heavy ores and fine equipnt scavenged from the goblin armory.
This trip could truly be called returning fully loaded.
...
Eastern Swamp, swamp fortress.
Even before the Magical Tides arrived, the magical creatures in the swamp were sowhat restless.
Outside the fortress walls, a group of Undead revived by abnormal magical energy first broke into this area. They ca in various forms—so short like dwarfs, staggering along, while others stood several ters tall with ferocious skeletons.
However, this disorderly intrusion alard a silent guardian within the fortress.
He didn't speak, rely silently raised that massive lance, like a statue rging with the shadows, walking alone out of the sturdy fortress to face the staggering Undead army approaching through the curtain of rain.
The rain fell heavier and more urgently, cold raindrops striking armor with dull thuds.
In the darkness, the grating sounds of bone friction and the unconscious roars of the Undead rose and fell intermittently.
But after who knows how long, these spine-chilling noises gradually thinned out and eventually disappeared completely.
Arthur still stood in the pouring rain, letting the water wash the filth from his armor.
The Soulfire in his eye sockets burned steadily without the slightest waver, gripping his lance tightly, faithfully upholding the King's instructions before his departure, guarding the fortress's peace.
At his feet lay a ss of scattered bones, crisscrossing and covering the muddy ground.
He, originally still as a mountain, suddenly detected sothing unusual mixed within the rain sounds.
It was a kind of rustling sound, as if countless arthropods were crawling through muddy water, coming from deep within the rain curtain.
He silently pulled his lance from the ground and stepped forward with steady strides, proactively advancing to face what seed to be a larger enemy.
Just then, a complaining voice vaguely pierced through the rain from behind the curtain.
"Damn this wretched weather again, it's completely soaked my most beautiful feathers, how dreadful."
Count Bran?
The Soulfire in Arthur's eye sockets flickered slightly, his tense posture relaxing a bit.
Soon, the figures of the Magical Creature Army broke through the hazy rain curtain.
Behind them ca the Magical Creature Army returning fully loaded.
Count Bran spotted Arthur standing in the rain at first glance and imdiately flapped his wet wings, familiarly flying to land on his icy shoulder armor.
He tapped Arthur's helt with a wingtip, "Why are you still standing there foolishly? Hurry back inside, my noble body is almost catching a cold."
"Yes, Count."
Arthur responded in a low voice, like the most reliable shadow, silently walking behind Chen Yu and Little Ka, escorting the team as they slowly returned to the warm, dry fortress.
The next day, the heavy rain still poured down, the world was shrouded in gray.
Large numbers of magical creatures surged out from the Western Swamp, with so following forest paths finally reaching the outskirts of the Eastern Swamp fortress.
However, what greeted them wasn't cheers or screams, but terrifying firepower.
The Beetle Logistics troops had already redeployed the recovered talismans and jade talismans, activating a brand new "Goblin Ripper" magic formation.
In the sky, Self-destructing Wasp Soldiers were like efficient bomber squadrons, precisely dropping deadly explosive stingers.
A magical tide assault-defensive battle that should have been brutal thus passed almost hastily.
As Chen Yu later remarked: "The intensity still isn't enough, can't truly test the territory's current actual strength."
He returned to his comfortable tree house and slept in properly, not waking up leisurely until the next day when sunlight stread through the window onto him.
Pushing open the tree window, the fresh post-rain air rushed in, the bright sunlight dispelled the continuous gloom.
Standing at the territory's highest point overlooking, outside the fortress sporadic magical creatures still charged unwillingly, but posed no threat against the patrolling Poison-stinger Wasp Soldiers.
Inside the fortress was a scene of vibrant busyness—Worker Wasps tended to the Moss Monster farms and mushroom farms, carefully planting the spirit crop seeds traded from the dryad territory in the newly cultivated northern fields.
anwhile, their "Court Tutor" Count Bran was excitedly hopping around at the treasury entrance, inventorying this expedition's gains with Little Flower.
Chen Yu slid down the winding sli slide and curiously approached.
Count Bran imdiately fluttered over upon seeing him, his voice sharp with excitent.
"Good news, my Count and Princess Little Flower have completed the preliminary inventory of gains, here's the inventory, please take a look."
Chen Yu took the inventory handed by Little Flower, glanced at it, and imdiately understood why Count Bran was so agitated.
Among them, eight were exceptionally high-quality large pieces.
Additionally, various orichalcum ores and standardized weapons equipnt seized from the goblin armory were piled up like mountains.
Many pieces were well-preserved;
even if the Kingdom didn't use them itself, they would undoubtedly represent massive wealth if traded.
Chen Yu shook his gel with satisfaction.
As long as enough "Goblin Rippers" were deployed, even if the main Goblin Army ca next ti, they'd have to taste the flavor of artillery barrages first.
He then inquired about the mining area's follow-up situation and the Goblin Army's movents.
Count Bran tilted his head, looking sowhat puzzled: "The mining area is eerily quiet, information from the outpost says those green-skinned fellows seem to have completely vanished overnight, with no further attempts to return to the mining area."
Chen Yu also couldn't figure it out, but since the threat was temporarily lifted, he was happy to relax, now single-mindedly wanting to quickly realize his "artillery mass production plan."
Holding Little Flower, he returned to the tree hall, spread out a paper, and began conceiving the Kingdom's upcoming sumr developnt plan.
Resources, manpower, defense, production... many problems needed solving one by one.
Moreover, with sufficient Gray Gravel Crystals, many plans previously stuck at the conceptual stage could finally be scheduled.
But to roll out these plans, the territory needed a large number of talents.
Ideally, slis could undergo social division of labor, acquiring different roles through learning.
The first professional role he thought of was "Sli Agronomist."
The territory's food security was always paramount;
they couldn't forever rely on imports and hunting.
The fertile northern land needed full utilization—those spirit tubers with high yield and rich nutrition were perfect choices.
He planned to select a group of slis who enjoyed contact with plants, try to teach them agronomy knowledge and thods for cultivating spiritual herbs, specifically responsible for agricultural research, guiding the poison wasps in farming, solving the food gap.
Actually, the Sli Kingdom's territory had already expanded to include the dungeon. Continuing construction would be a massive project.
Relying on him and his clones to laboriously work would take over a year to complete.
He needed to train a professional "engineering team" specifically responsible for future fortress phase three expansion, mine tunnel reinforcent, road leveling, and other tasks.
The Kingdom's flagship product "Magic Leaf" currently suffered from severely insufficient production capacity.
He needed to establish a formal "Magic Workshop" to systematically train a group of sli mages focusing on talisman drawing and enchanting.
Finally, "Sli Artillery."
This was key to solving the "Goblin Ripper" shortcomings.
Select a group of combat-loving slis for specialized training, making them artillery formation operators.
Equipped with "Energy Storage," they could charge magic formations when necessary, enhancing the artillery formations' sustained combat capability and flexibility.
He dipped in ink and began outlining the Sli Kingdom's sli talent plan on paper.
In the past, slis might have symbolized weakness, but now they would beco the Kingdom's pillars, supporting the grand blueprint of the great magical creature kingdom.
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