Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
Treacherous Hero
Akin to the howl of wolves, the horns that had been played to signal a moving army from the North to stop, as the one who led them turns his horse to face the soldiers afoot.
[????]: "Halt! We'll set up our camp here. This place is better than those forests near the river. Earth Mages, erect walls for our fortresses!"
Lifting what seems to be a staff, the army that spanned miles and miles began to split up into four groups in such an organized manner, with each front row beginning to cast magic that created bricks from the soil, and the next row arrange it and build a wall.
That same pattern repeated again and again until four small square towering fortresses were built at each corner, and the next were the walls to connect each corner and create a space for them to set up a secure encampment.
[????]: "What an organized army you have, Ilias."