Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The energy-absorbing beetles that were raised in the underground laboratory have ushered in a new wave of breeding.

Since Harvey began to feed them with a large number of low-level charging magic stones on a regular basis, he has been able to accurately shorten the beetle's breeding cycle to once every three months.

The price paid is of course the monthly consumption of magic stones of up to 500 gold pounds, but the monthly income of the magic network teleportation array can just cover this continuous expenditure, and it can barely achieve a balance between income and expenditure.

Since establishing a good online cooperative relationship with the "Frost Giant", Harvey can also buy some low-quality charging magic stones from him at a very low discount.

The energy-absorbing beetles have no requirements for the quality of these magic "feeds".

This forum member who always "confronts" with the "Son of Flame" at a high intensity should be backed by a huge magic stone mine or magic chamber of commerce.

Asdalen walked to the experimental table, looking at the "magic gun" just taken off the assembly line, and sighed with some regret: "I didn't expect that in just three months, we would equip this weapon to an entire militia team."

Harvey reached out and pressed the switch button on the assembly line to stop, so that all the busy working alchemy beasts would be on standby for charging.

"This batch of 30 magic guns will be equipped to the second batch of recruited militia in a while."

A week ago, he had just issued a new conscription order, recruiting more than 300 militiamen to enrich the team, expanding the number of soldiers in the entire territory to 500.

With the arrival of midsummer, more and more refugees appeared in the Jackdaw Ridge area of ​​the God's Ridge Mountains. Many people ventured over the mountains to the human kingdom on the southern continent, but were ruthlessly expelled by the local noble lords.

The crops planted in the new year have not yet reached the harvest time, and no noble lord is willing to accept these poor refugees, provide them with food and shelter for free, and take the huge risk of summer epidemics.

Harvey took this opportunity to absorb a large number of refugees who were repatriated to the North, and successfully expanded the population of the territory to nearly 3,000 people.

The land of the Divine Ridge Mountains and the wasteland is extremely fertile, and all kinds of resources are extremely abundant. Since the territory successfully issued an independent paper currency, it has almost achieved a relatively stable market cycle.

At least for now, it has been able to achieve complete self-sufficiency in food, and only a small amount of luxury goods such as clothing, cloth, sugar, wine, and tobacco need to rely on the old partner Longshi Chamber of Commerce for import and transportation.

Harvey re-started several economic projects that he had never dared to consider when he was fighting alone in the past, built cement factories and cast iron workshops, and provided jobs for the newly joined refugees while also having a certain military industry foundation.

The firing of cement is very simple for Harvey at this stage. A large amount of natural limestone, gypsum ore and clay under the mountains are ready-made materials. Let the working alchemy beast build a blast furnace and firing room, fire it uniformly at the temperature of casting iron ore, and then grind the clinker and mix it with gypsum powder to obtain a large amount of finished cement.

Harvey also relied on the continuous production of cement to build new houses for the people to live in. Compared with the stone brick and wooden houses built before, they are stronger and warmer.

Of course, these houses are not given to the people to live in for free. They still need to pay rent to the lord every month, which is directly deducted from their salary.

...

"Humph, how can the new soldiers touch the magic gun?" During the afternoon break, Wayne took the initiative to find Vaughn and others for the first time and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Although the two had almost no contact on weekdays due to previous discrimination and conflicts, since the newly recruited soldiers entered the barracks, they, as the first members to join the militia, began to unconsciously stick together.

Although Dave looked down on Wayne, he also felt unhappy and agreed: "Yes, we don't have a magic gun in our hands now, it would be a waste to give it to them, those guys who can't even aim."

Wayne nodded, looked at the silent Vaughn and said: "Especially those troublemakers, they looked arrogant during the morning training, hum, it's just that they ran faster and were praised by Chief Pierce a few words."

"What do you think, Vaughn? Should we teach them a lesson during the emergency assembly at night?"

Because of Vaughn's excellent training results and the best aiming and use of the magic gun in the team, when the threat of newcomers appeared, everyone implicitly regarded him as the leader of their small group.

Vaughn thought for a while and slowly said, "You can't have a conflict with them in private, unless you are willing to stay in the confinement room next to the toilet."

"The commander said that strength comes first. Only by suppressing them with real ability can we avoid trouble and make them stay in peace."

The other team leaders and deputy team leaders gathered together nodded. Vaughn was indeed very steady, and his words were very convincing.

"But now the commander doesn't let us take the initiative to attack. We don't need to take action against those sporadic evil beastmen we encounter during patrols. The alchemy beasts can solve them by themselves." Wayne patted his thigh, still feeling a little indignant.

The clever Tommy suddenly rushed in from outside the barracks, shouting excitedly.

"Brothers, the opportunity to teach those new recruits a lesson is here!"

"What?"

"Stop talking nonsense and speak quickly!"

Tommy sat in front of a group of team leaders, crossed his legs and leaned over to whisper: "Uncle Rooney from the logistics department revealed that the lord will hold a magic gun shooting competition in two days. Each team can choose one person to sign up, and the winner will be awarded by the lord himself!"

"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed in a low voice, and then gathered again to discuss in a low voice.

"We must make them look good this time!"

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Two days later in the afternoon, the citizen square in front of the lord's castle.

Many people in the territory had already learned from the public notice board what kind of shooting competition the lord was going to hold today, and came to the square early after work to try to get a good front row seat to watch the excitement.

Although no one knew what a shooting competition was, there were almost no entertainment activities in the territory, and it was always good to have something exciting to watch.

Harvey sat on a temporary high platform, with Asdalen and Reiner standing on his left and right, like two huge metal statues in front of the throne, making people dare not look directly at them.

Pierce led the militia into the square. All soldiers wore black cotton uniforms, with bayonets on their waists and long-handled iron spears on their backs. They walked in unison to the center of the square and stood in a row to block the crowd outside.

Each soldier tried his best to straighten his chest and back, looking forward with a serious face, which made the onlookers unconsciously feel the solemn atmosphere and stopped making noise.

"Contestants, step out!"

Ten soldiers in black uniforms walked out of the team with their heads held high. However, the silver five-pointed stars painted on the left chest of their uniforms showed that these ten people were squad leaders or deputy team leaders of the militia.

After all, ordinary soldiers did not have the strength and courage to compete with a group of squad leaders. If they lost and embarrassed the whole team, they might be bullied by the captain and deputy team leader one day.

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Fifty meters away, a tall flagpole was erected, on which hung a strange ball painted bright red, which should be the target of this competition.

Pierce returned to the platform and announced the rules of this shooting competition loudly with the sound-recording magic stone.

In the preliminary round, each contestant needs to shoot ten times in a row at the flagpole target within the specified time. Half of the contestants will be eliminated according to the number of hits. If the scores are the same, an extra round will be played.

The bright red ball on the flagpole exploded with a bang, spraying a thick red smoke, causing the people who stopped to watch in the distance to exclaim in a series of exclamations.

Hit again!

Although no one knows how these soldiers used the strange iron pipe in their hands to hit the ball so accurately in the air, maybe it was some mysterious bow and crossbow hidden weapon. After all, the lord and the adults around him are all powerful spellcasters.

"Ten shots, seven hits, shooting is over, the next contestant is out!"

Wayne put away the magic gun in his hand, returned to the contestant team, and winked at Vaughn.

Vaughn finished shooting before him, with an excellent score of eight hits, and is currently ranked first. There are still two new recruits who have not shot, but veterans can occupy at least four of the top five positions, which is already a warning to these newcomers.

Entering the final stage, the commander Pierce suddenly announced that the shooting difficulty has been upgraded.

They now need to shoot at moving targets, shooting at the new ball hanging on the flagpole that is shaking irregularly and greatly.

Even an old hand like Wayne felt a little tired now. He barely hit four times and retreated with sweat all over his body.

The two veterans who followed were even worse. One missed the target completely, and the other only hit once. Amid the boos of the people outside, they returned to the team with red faces.

The only remaining captain among the new recruits suddenly had a burst of luck and hit three times in a row. After changing the gun that had run out of energy, he hit three more times, reaching six hits and temporarily ranking first.

Low cheers were faintly heard from the new recruits, which stimulated the faces of the veteran captains to be darker than the bottom of a pot.

Vaughn was the last to appear. He completely ignored the murmurs of discussion behind him and calmly picked up the magic gun and began to aim.

Three shots in a row, hitting three times!

Changing guns, continue aiming!

Another three shots in a row, all hit! A fierce cheer broke out in the crowd.

"Vaughn, come on!" The orc did not look back, but he could hear that Wayne, who had always been at odds with him, was shouting at him.

He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, and calmly changed guns again and repeated the aiming.

This time he missed the target three times, but the last shot hit steadily.

His final moving target shooting was fixed at an excellent score of 7 out of 10. The militia could no longer suppress their cheers. Several veteran squad leaders rushed out and lifted him up and threw him high.

Vaughn turned his head in the chaos and saw the onlookers also gave him a thumbs up.

Chief Pierce was smiling with satisfaction and nodded slightly to him.

The lord stood up from the seat on the high platform, holding a shining badge in his hand, and was smiling and waving at him, signaling him to come over.