Warlord: King of All Clans

The arrival of a mid-level wizard is definitely big news in the countryside.

For ordinary villagers, a witch or shaman who has some knowledge of herbal medicine and mysticism and is good at playing tricks is already a very noble person.

If one has awakened extraordinary powers and knows a few simple spells, he will become a messenger of the gods.

People like the Holy Light Monk Dewitt, the Riverbend Matron Olivia, and even the Gnoll Shaman Ilven, when they walk in the Riverbend, the Riverbend residents who know their identities will be in awe of them from the bottom of their hearts.

A mid-level wizard is invincible in the villages of the northern border.

Casting any powerful mid-level spell is enough to make the villagers change their beliefs.

When Master Morse arrived at the river mouth town, the lord's house in the river bay had already received the news.

The next day, when Master Morse's convoy approached the ten-mile radius of the River Bay Peninsula, Leo was already waiting at the roadside with most of his men to greet them.

Leo did not look down on mid-level mages just because he had seen too many high-level mages in Frovald, especially wild mages who could have their own mage tower.

In his eyes, the fighting power of the mage is secondary; what he values ​​is the advanced productivity represented by the mage.

A wizard tower is equivalent to a scientific research group, an academic organization, and a school of mysticism.

The entire River Bay Territory, excluding the unreliable Freya, the remaining legal knowledge reserves combined are not as strong as Morse's small group.

Under Leo's management, Hewan's technological research and development has been on the right track. Except for its slightly smaller scale, various basic technologies have reached the level of Isenbol City.

Copy what should be copied, learn what should be learned, and improve what should be improved. Relying on family-inherited technology and eating a monopoly meal will no longer keep up with the pace of the times.

Some technologies in agriculture, engineering, medicine, and metallurgy even began to advance. The popularization of large numbers of steel farm tools and simple mechanical equipment made it easy to open up the wilderness.

It’s like the simplest logging industry. At the beginning, all the lumberjacks were equipped with a two-handed logging axe.

He goes out early and comes back late every day, working hard to cut trees.

Only a few carpenters had one or two large saws.

It’s not that they don’t want to use it, but because any village blacksmith who can make farm tools can produce reliable, sturdy and durable logging axes.

A lumberjack's axe can be used for a lifetime and can even be passed down to his son as a missionary weapon.

However, a qualified logging saw needs to be imported from the town blacksmith shop in Isenpor City, and it must be used with great care. The slightest operating error or accident may cause the saw blade to break.

This is also a river bay with iron mines, and the lord is willing to distribute a large amount of iron to the people.

If it is a territory where there is not even an iron hoe, there is no condition to be a simple lumberjack, let alone high-end equipment such as a logging saw.

This situation continued until the forge in Riverbend was able to mass-produce cheap logging saws, and the lumberjacks' income was guaranteed by the lord's mansion, so that they could more than just make a living.

When the cost of a two-man felling saw became lower than that of two felling axes, the two-man saw quickly became popular and the productivity of the lumberyard in the river bend doubled.

Not only that, the proliferation of table circular saws, water-powered saws, foot-operated saws, and carpenter's precision saws made Riverbend's high-quality wood boards a best-seller in Isenpol.

Some noble lords who had their own sawmills also began to purchase high-quality wooden planks from the River Bend Territory to repair their manors.

In Isenbol, where forests are everywhere, logs are worthless and can only be transported to the middle and lower reaches of the Anzeno River for sale.

But high-end, high-quality wood boards and charcoal are very popular wherever they are.

In addition to the wooden industry, Hewan's basic industries such as cloth, bricks, tiles, iron, mud, etc. are all booming and are beginning to be exported.

Unfortunately, this is not the traditional Middle Ages, and we cannot keep up with the times by simply developing traditional technology.

This is still a magical world, and magic is the high-end productivity of this world.

However, Hewan is still blank in this field - don't count on Freya, she would rather hide in a pigsty than open a school to teach disciples.

The appearance of Master Morse changed this situation.

After driving away Morse's coachman, Leo drove the car for Master Morse himself, heading towards the river bend while making promises to Morse.

"After receiving your letter, Hewan immediately planned the land. Right next to the Lord's Mansion, we cleared a piece of land for you to build a wizard tower."

"Don't worry, the Lord's Mansion will bear all the construction costs of the Mage Tower. You just need to live in the River Bay Territory and you will soon have your own Mage Tower again."

"And this wizard tower is more spacious! And more solid!"

Mage Morse nodded repeatedly. It was impossible for him not to be moved. After being ridiculed by Tariq, this feeling of being respected made him feel even more comfortable.

But his identity as a mid-level wizard made him behave in a reserved manner, so he just nodded and said nothing.

Leo made another important statement, "I have found my twelve-string alchemy table. Once the Mage Tower is repaired, I will move it to the Mage Tower for you to rent long-term! It's free of charge!"

Master Morse quietly clenched his fists, appearing calm, "Very good."

In front of the village gate on the Hewan Peninsula, hundreds of residents gathered on both sides of the road. Between the watchtowers on both sides of the village gate, a huge banner was hung.

"Warmly welcome the Morse Mage Corps to Riverbend!"

One hundred River Bay infantrymen formed two neat rows to separate the onlookers, and fifty River Bay patrol cavalrymen led the way and welcomed Morse's convoy into the peninsula.

With the appearance of Morse's convoy, a group of kobolds climbed up the watchtower and lit the cylinders in their hands. As a roar sounded, gorgeous flames spurted out and turned into sparks that scattered all over the sky.

The people of Hewan had long seen the existence of fireworks, but the dog had limited gunpowder, so he only took out a small amount to play with during festivals.

Moreover, this is a treasure dedicated to the gods. Without the order from the lord's mansion, they are unwilling to show it to humans.

The human children, green-skinned cubs and little dog-headed people in the river bend all looked up at this strange scene in a daze.

Doghead Technology, shocking!

The gorgeous fireworks not only caused cheers from the people in the territory, but also shocked Morse's team. As alchemy apprentices, they certainly knew how much knowledge this kind of fire contained.

Many mage apprentices felt the pressure deeply.

The kobolds of Riverbend now know alchemy!

In the open space between the lord's house, the barn and the barracks, the original buildings were quickly demolished, and a large amount of stone, bricks and wood were quickly transported.

Construction site equipment such as gantry cranes, rail cars, elevators, etc. began to take shape in the hands of craftsmen.

Valeri, the chief craftsman of the River Bend, personally supervised the construction of the Mage Tower.

According to the drawings provided by Master Morse, Valeri commanded a large number of skilled workers to begin building the foundation.

Wizard Morse settled in the newly built manor north of the River Bay Peninsula and went to the construction site every day to check on the progress.

He was particularly surprised by the construction team at Hewan. These mortals who were unable to feel magic were all like low-level wizards. With the help of simple machines, they could complete tasks that civilians from other places could not accomplish at all.

The Mage Tower was right under his nose, growing taller day by day, at a speed far beyond his expectations.