Giant Stone Territory.
Blazing flames burned in Heaven Fortress, turning half the sky crimson.
Two months passed. After the survivors finally escaped the food shortage that had lasted for two years, territories with natural advantages, such as Giant Stone, became highly sought after.
Considering that war between humans and the other races could break out at any moment,
even ordinary people had developed an urgent need for security and were no longer blindly coveting the benefits of large territories.
Of course, the benefits of large territories still could not compare with those of Giant Stone Territory.
While Tesla Territory could only hold a New Year's bonfire party and provide unlimited potatoes,
Giant Stone Territory could provide fragrant flatbreads, several quick-cooked dishes, and precious grain wine.
No one cared whether the grain wine had been brewed from good grain or rotten grain.
Nor did anyone care that this meal required three days' worth of public supplies as payment.
At that moment, everyone had cast their concerns to the back of their minds.
The villagers gathered around the bonfire sang their hearts out, using familiar melodies to ease the psychological pressure that had built up over two years.
As the atmosphere gradually reached its climax, Lord Old Zhang emerged from the crowd surrounding him.
After serving as lord for half a year, Old Zhang had long since shed his initial awkwardness. The firelight illuminated his weathered, rugged face, making him look especially resolute.
He cleared his throat, and the entire crowd immediately fell silent. Nearly ten thousand pairs of eyes focused on him.
"Brothers and sisters from all corners of the world, tonight we've gathered here not only to celebrate the arrival of the new year, but also to commemorate the first year we've walked hand in hand across the wasteland."
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