Can't get out?
Chen Shen had only just witnessed Tian Yuan Territory's external economy beginning to improve, yet a layer of fine cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
But then he thought about how, after the disaster descended, there probably weren't many caravans left that could still pass through.
And with the fog blocking the transmission of Electromagnetic Waves, he suddenly felt that being sealed in might not be such a major issue after all. At least when facing that troublesome group of dwarves, the territory would have far fewer points to defend than before.
"Don't panic yet, Chen Shen. Take some people and quickly go calm the villagers down. Control the movement of personnel as much as possible, and don't let them come into contact with this gray fog. We'll talk after the disaster information has been fully announced."
"Li Hu, arrange for the militia to begin patrolling around the territory. Keep a close watch on the movements of our surrounding neighbors."
"Tianmin, get the vehicles ready. We need to make a trip to the Tute Fishmen Tribe. They still don't know that the disaster is about to descend."
"Everyone else, return to your posts. Follow the temporary disaster-response arrangements and wait for the countdown to end."
After coughing once, Su Mo quickly arranged everything that needed to be done next.
The reason he had kept himself from going to the Tute Fishmen Tribe all these days, even finding excuses to refuse when they had invited him over several times,
was because all of this had been arranged in preparation for completely subduing them.
Tian Yuan Territory did not need a fishmen tribe that stood on equal footing with it, nor did it need fishmen friends who worked with it in perfect harmony.
After witnessing the development