41 First Settlement War (4)

"Chief Mu... Let my brother go... Please..." Namu Yuan begged for his brother's life instead of his own. Only from this quality alone shows the differences in their maturity.

But...

Does it matter to Mu Qing Lang?

As a person that succumbs to his death because trying to save somebody with his tiny bit of strength, Mu Qing Lang wasn't that easy to let it go!

"I've died that day because of my insufficient to act and save myself. Since I had that experience, why should I let myself be in this position again?" Mu Qing Lang took this experience of his seriously, and this scene here is almost like a recreation of that day.

"Both of you are going to die! And that's including you!" Mu Qing Lang grabbed the handle of his copper sword and used it to slits Namu Yuan's throat. With the sword pointing at Mister Zizzi, Mu Qing Lang ends his sentence before charging at him.

"You dare!" Mister Zizzi swallowed a black pellet he took from his waistbelt. Suddenly, a surge of energy burst out from his body, turning him from a stick-thin elder into a two-meter height warrior about the same like Guan Yi.

"Our Jinjiang Village will not lose to some tiny rural settlement! You will be the first example for those living in this prairie!" Mister Zizzi found his confidence from that cursed pellet and started to fight with both hands. Like a hydraulic hammer, he keeps delivering blows at Mu Qing Lang but missed terribly.

Still, it works to exhaust Mu Qing Lang in his attempt to keep dodging the attacks. As for Mister Zizzi himself, the cursed pellet made him somewhat invincible from exhaustion, tiredness, or lack of strength.

"That damn pellet works even better than my own Dou-Xian Pill." Mu Qing Lang continues to fight defensively against this opponent. As for the others, few surrendered to the goblins and orcs, and some escaped before the fight even started.

All and all, Mu Qing Lang guessed that his side had won this battle, with about a hundred of them are caught and tied up to become the slaves for the winner. Except a few stubborn militiamen trying to fight, only Mister Zizzi remained powerful in this battle.

"Mister Zizzi, correct? How long more do you have? I'll give you a free hit before you collapse, what do you think?" Mu Qing Lang provokes his opponent knowing that he started to feel discomfort and his hand started to shake terribly.

"It is useless to try to delay the time!" to avoid from showing his weaknesses, Zizzi continued with his attack. The longer they fight, the fiercer Mister Zizzi become. But unfortunately, that was for naught...

"Zzing!" Mu Qing Lang's sword strike cut off one of his arms before he felt it's over. He turned around to keep delivering him his blows, but when Zizzi noticed that he lost one of his limbs, all his hope has gone.

"No!!!" Zizzi's cry failed to rescue himself. The sword in Mu Qing Lang flashes through his line of sight, and slowly getting lower and lower. Until he realized that his head is separated from his body, everything was too late.

Even Namu Jin has fallen due to the critical injury. In the fight of two hundred against three hundred, Mu Qing Lang's team had won with a hundred and fifty is subdued, fifty of them escaped, and a hundred of them is killed.

As for his side, five of them is dead, all orcs, while six goblins are heavily injured. Yulin got a cut on her arm, which started to heal slowly from the application of Recovery Ointment. As for the others, a few of them got a cut here and there.

"Collect everything valuable and buried all of them here." Mu Qing Lang lost his interest in this battle and wanted to end the night earlier. With the order given to them and Yulin handling the donkey on their way back, Mu Qing Lang went inside his carriage and rest.

To make sure that the others had their wound is healed before it becomes worst, Mu Qing Lang took two hundred Recovery Ointments out for all of them to enjoy the privilege of the winners. As for the captives, they will have to wait until the next morning, if Mu Qing Lang was kind enough to let them have it.

...

...

Day Thirty-One.

The 4,200gm worth of Medicinal Opium Latex is delivered to Mu Qing Lang's carriage in the morning. Without disturbing their settlement chief rest, Yulin remained by the side of his carriage and remembered the issue reported by each of them for the meantime.

It cost him an entire night until the afternoon of rest to recover from the after battle syndrome. Although he did not take the terrible after-effect medicine like Mister Zizzi during their battle, the exhaustion itself still wrecks him after the battle.

He almost lost consciousness after the battle.

When he has done freshen up himself, Mu Qing Lang came out from his carriage with the Ashen Cloak. Since the battle is over, he can skip putting on the armor and relax for a day or two.

"Master, the harvest for this morning is all done." Yulin came to his side and started to report each and every matter to him in case it needed his attention. Other than the 6,000 stalks of Xian-Ren Grass, 1,000 Demonic Juniper Fruit, and Amber Roots, as usual, there are a few additional harvests for today.

The Opium Fruit is matured today, where it yields him a total of 1,560gm of poppy seeds. It was the day for the Prairie Rock Sage's harvest too, bringing him 36 of the leaves and six more seed is planted for the next harvest five days later.

Other than that, 150kg of Prairie Herbal-Cress is harvested along with 4,500 rhizomes of Prairie Sugar Roots. As for the remaining five hundred, they're used to be replanted again for the next yield.

After taking care of the daily harvest, Mu Qing Lang paid the captives a visit. The hundred and fifty of them are all stunned from the cooperation between three different races. The goblins, the humans, and the orcs are working together to form a proper community without discrimination.

This was something even Namu Mayue failed to achieve.

"Had all of you think about it for the night?" Mu Qing Lang asked. His question is naturally their next decision if they wish to be released from the captive cage in the middle of the settlement.

"We're willing to serve Chief Namu without a hint of betrayal in exchange for food, shelter, and work. Please give us a chance to repent." the representative of the hundred and fifty people replied.

"Good. All of you will be given food and shelter. But the shelter had to be built by yourself. Report to Goblin Teacher Xiao Qing for more instructions on how to erect the Community Rowhouses."

"Since there's a hundred and fifty of you people, divide into three teams. The first fifty will help in constructing the Rowhouses, the second fifty will learn about farming, and for the last fifty people, go learn about breeding the Iron Skin Boars and Prairie Horn Rabbits from the Orcs."

"Is my instruction clear?" Mu Qing Lang questioned them.

"Yes! Master!" they replied altogether, accepting their fortuitous fate. After a period, they'll notice that living under the leadership of Mu Qing Lang is better than under the cruel Namu Mayue.

After letting everyone out, Mu Qing Lang left to pond on their western exit to relax slightly. As for Yulin, the lass followed behind him quietly unless Mu Qing Lang summoned her.

Just like this, one confused male and an awed female are walking separately on the same path, thinking about their own matters. But today is going to be a good day for both of them. While Yulin found a living creature with the shape of a hard shell, Mu Qing Lang stumbles across a new plant.

"Hey Hey Hey... Does this means I've done collecting one of the two?" Mu Qing Lang smiled as he holds the plant gently in his hand. Searching for a similar plant around the pond, Mu Qing Lang finally ends his search with five of them in his hand.

"Yulin?" Mu Qing Lang finally remembered that the lass is following him when he comes here. With her gone, Mu Qing Lang shows a hint of slightly worried and searched for her.

"You're here..." Mu Qing Lang finally found her after walking to the bottom side of the pond.

"Master, look at this!" Yulin showed Mu Qing Lang a beautiful pink-colored pearl between her two fingers. While it was hard enough to be categorized as a type of mineral, Mu Qing Lang is puzzled with the appearance of a pearl out of sudden.

"Where did you find this?" Mu Qing Lang asked her.

"There!" Yulin pointed at the direction she crouched earlier, where a freshwater oyster is seating on the ground out if the water. To start the description of this oyster, Mu Qing Lang has a word that he wanted to speak the moment he saw it.

"Are you an oyster or a monster?" Mu Qing Lang stares at the giant oyster about 20 inches in diameter extending its tongue out trying to remove the dirt from the fine sand hidden below into the ground.