After weighing it for half a day, Yang Ling felt that building a city near the Tardon Mountains was absolutely a good choice!

  Here, it's about 500 li from both Arslan Mountain Pass and Weishen Town. If anything unexpected happens on either side, they can support each other in time. Correspondingly, if something happens here, troops can also be dispatched from both sides to quell the unrest in time.

  The Ladakh mountain range is home to many indigenous tribes, and building a city here and dispatching a large army to garrison it can both recruit scattered tribes nearby and protect merchant caravans traveling on trade routes, laying a solid foundation for the next step in the development of Weisen Town.

  Building a castle nearby?

  When Yang Ling said this, not to mention the Fox tribe elder and the Minotaur chieftain and other half-beasts, even the unprepared strategist Gud was very surprised. Now that Weisen Town is waiting for its industries to flourish, where would they get so much labor, crystal coins, and energy to build a city nearby?

  After the shock, the elder of the Fox tribe fell into silent contemplation, secretly pondering Yang Ling's intentions. Through these days of contact, he understood that Yang Ling becoming the lord of Weisen Town and firmly controlling Weisen Town was absolutely not a coincidence.

  Clever, decisive, vigilant...

  Although vaguely understanding Yang Ling's meaning, the elder of the Fox tribe hesitated and did not know whether to follow him would bring good fortune or disaster.

  For thousands of years, the orcs have been homeless, without a saint-level expert, and without their own empire. More than 100 ethnic groups, with a total population of tens of millions, are scattered across the Tyrande continent like sand. Some live in deep mountains and wild ridges, where the living environment is extremely harsh; some have been slaves for generations in human empires, with no status or dignity.

  After unfolding the map he had been carrying with him, Yang Ling excitedly said: "Everyone please look, here is the Aras Pass, as long as we dispatch a large number of soldiers to defend it, no one can break in; here is Visen Town, which is backed by the Tras Forest and has extremely rich resources; here is the location of the Tardon Mountain Valley..."

  Yang Ling spoke excitedly, pointing and gesturing as he painted a beautiful picture of the future for everyone. Good fields, civilian residences, meeting halls, mines... Everything was perfect, and even the half-beastmen were stirred by his words, let alone Agu Su, who seemed to see neat streets and granaries piled high with grain.

  "Lord, can you truly guarantee that we half-beasts will receive fair treatment and protection of our interests?"

  After a moment of contemplation, Medusa struggled to sit up with the support of her tribespeople. The tribe had no more stored provisions, and she had led the brave warriors here to participate in the war partly because of the invitation from the elder of the Fox Tribe, and partly because of the grain that the elder had promised to give them if they succeeded.

  No matter what, survival is always the most important!

  If Yang Ling can indeed provide a large amount of supplies and guarantee fair treatment to our people in his territory, then joining the Beastmaster Territory and pledging loyalty to him isn't something shameful. It's still better than being slaves in the Human Empire.

  Moreover, through these few days of contact. She felt that Yang Ling was not an unlearned and untalented noble, with great strength. Under his leadership, the rapid rise of the tribe was also entirely possible.

  "I know that on the continent of Tyren, basically every empire and territory has slaves!" Looking at the half-beastman who was listening intently, Yang Ling said: "But the Demon Beast Territory is different. There were no slaves in the past, there are none now, and there will be none in the future, regardless of whether they are dwarves, beastmen, humans or half-beastmen."

  "To measure a tribe's status, one mainly looks at their local population size, economic strength and power." After a pause, looking at the silent crowd, Yang Ling continued: "In the battle of the Temple of the Gods, you half-beasts showed me your fighting strength and bravery. If you join the Beastmaster Territory, I will give you all fair competition opportunities. Moreover, in the early stages of development in Weisen Town, I can also give you some preferential treatment that others do not have in terms of opening up arable land, developing mines and trade!"

  Are there preferential policies for opening up wasteland, developing mineral resources and doing business?

  Looking at Yang Ling, the thousand-gold promise, not to mention the Medusa clan leader, even the Minotaur chieftain and the Fox tribe elder were deeply moved. As long as there is a good place to develop, no one wants to huddle in the deep mountains and wild ridges struggling to survive!

  "I swear to the God of War, from now on, I will forever follow you, sir!"

  After a brief discussion, the half-beasts all knelt down in front of Yang Ling. Through these days of contact, they all knew that Yang Ling was not a man who went back on his word. Not to mention other things, at least the tribesmen who had moved to Weisen Town had received very good treatment. For the survival of their tribe and to avoid worrying about the long winter and bandits year after year, they decided to pledge allegiance to this lord, Yang Ling.

  As long as you work hard, everything is possible!

  Watching the goblin-like creatures crawling down, Yang Ling's face remained calm and expressionless, but his heart was racing with excitement. Originally, he had planned to build a city near the Tardon Mountain Valley and then think of ways to gradually pull the goblins onto his chariot, but unexpectedly, he gained their allegiance so quickly.

  After everyone was delighted, they discussed their next specific action.

  Building fortifications near the Tarton Valley is not something that can be accomplished overnight, leaving enough manpower behind, Yang Ling decided to relocate all the redundant half-orcs to Visen Town and expand the trade route from Visen Town to Arashiyama Pass in snowy weather.

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  Goodman immediately returned to Visen Town to calm down and escorted the physically weak Medusa tribe leader, letting her recuperate quietly in Visen Castle.

  The elder of the Fox tribe, De Gao Wang Zhong, led a group of warriors to run and shout in the Ladakh Mountains, recruiting scattered half-beast tribes and doing their best to recruit them. Agu Su was responsible for leading a large army to continue sweeping away the indigenous people who refused to surrender, undertaking the task of eliminating bandits.

  The Minotaur chieftain is in charge of building the city and digging sulfur mines. After returning to Visen Town, Good will transfer all the remaining craftsmen from Visen Town here, striving to build a small town with a certain scale before next spring.

  Everything is ready, only waiting for the east wind!

  After consultation, Yang Ling immediately dispatched a Dog Head Man familiar with the local terrain to lead the way and chose a suitable place to build a city in the vicinity of Toudun Mountain Valley.

  "Sir, how's this mountain valley?" Under the arrangement of the Fox tribe elder, a clever dog-headed man quickly led Yang Ling and his party to a mountain valley that was easy to defend but hard to attack.

  After circling the valley several times, Yang Ling shook his head and smiled bitterly. This valley is easy to defend but hard to attack, unfortunately, there is only a small spring mouth that is not even big enough to build a simple stronghold, let alone a city.

  "Sir, are you dissatisfied with the insufficient water supply?" Seeing Yang Ling glance at the spring mouth and shake his head with a bitter smile, then turn around and leave, the dog-headed man leading the way quickly understood his meaning.

  "In the future, there will be at least tens of thousands of people in the city, and each person's urine is more than this spring water. How can we live then?" Yang Ling smiled and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

  Is everyone's urine more than this spring water?

  After laughing, Dog Head's face turned slightly red, and he hastily replied: "Long Teng, Orlando. From now on, just call me Orlando!"

  Under Yang Ling's questioning, Orlando, who was only fifteen years old at the time, began to talk about his family affairs as he walked.

  He was five years old when his father died in a hunting accident, and he grew up slowly under the hard care of his mother. Fortunately, the elder of the fox tribe occasionally gave some preferential treatment to the orphaned mother and child, otherwise, the two might not have survived.

  Because he lost his father at a young age, he helped his mother with chores from a very early age, gathering firewood, picking wild vegetables... doing everything. As he grew up a bit, he even secretly went to the forest alone without telling his mother to set traps and hunt!

  Look at young Orlando, look at his slightly tense smile. Yang Ling hesitated for a moment before saying: "Orlando, from now on, you'll be my personal soldier! Don't mention anything else, at least the monthly salary will be enough for you and your mother to live a carefree life!"

  Bodyguard?

  Although Orlando was young and even a bit introverted, after hearing Yang Ling say this, he immediately understood that this was an opportunity that couldn't be missed. Under the envious gaze of everyone, he crawled in front of Yang Ling and pledged his allegiance, extremely excited.

  From now on, he can stand up straight in front of his companions; from now on, he is no longer an orphan bullied by his companions, but a personal soldier of the lord!

  After gaining Yang Ling's appreciation, Orlando worked even harder, running back and forth without eating or resting, taking Yang Ling to inspect several places. Unfortunately, either the terrain was not flat enough or it was too far from the Tardon Mountain Valley, and after walking for half a day, they still couldn't find a suitable location.

  "Sir, what do you think of this small plain?"

  After bringing Yang Ling to a small plain surrounded by three rings of mountains, Orlando was panting and exhausted, almost wanting to collapse. But looking at Yang Ling who seemed unaffected, he remembered his identity as a personal soldier and gritted his teeth to persevere.

  The small plain was not large, covered with ice and snow, and the Tardon Valley was not far away. There was also a small river nearby. The conditions were relatively suitable, but Yang Ling was still dissatisfied.

  The small plain is surrounded by mountains on three sides, although it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the traffic is not convenient, and there is a long mountain road away from the commercial route, which does not meet the strategic requirements of building a city in the Ladakh Mountains.

  Orlando scratched the back of his head in distress as he saw Yang Ling shake his head again. After running for almost half a day and nearly covering the entire area around Tardon Valley, if he still wasn't satisfied, he really didn't know where to go next, unless...

  After a moment of hesitation, Orlando said: "Sir, there is a large lake nearby called Blackwater Lake. There are mountains and water, not far from Tardon Valley and the trade route, you see...

  Blackwater Lake?

  Yang Ling was silent for a moment, the place where the city was built must have a large amount of water resources, and there was a natural lake, which was ideal. But looking at Orlando who spoke hesitantly, he understood that there were other hidden reasons. Otherwise, Orlando wouldn't have brought himself to take a detour around the Tarot Mountain Valley before mentioning this Black Water Lake!