A day later,
Zhang Yang stood atop the nearly completed castle, overlooking this roughly two-square-kilometer stretch of land. This was his village.
The 220 mu of dark, rich farmland was already lush with green. Even without any fertilizer, the crops were growing exceptionally well.
Yet they would very likely be trampled and destroyed in the coming war, just like the equally thriving crops in the Jackalman village.
This would be a real war.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yang dispersed some of the pressure weighing on his heart and turned around. Behind him stood eighty-three soldiers, including Wu Yuan, all of whom had now advanced to Captain-Level Soldiers.
But this was still far from enough. That was why Wu Yuan's Hero's Trial was practically the last straw he could grasp.
Zhang Yang wanted to say something, but stopped when the words reached his lips. He had already given all the necessary instructions and done everything that needed to be done. Now, it was time for him and Wu Yuan to set out.
"Activate the Hero's Trial? 1,000 energy points are required."
"Yes, activate it."
"Please confirm the village chief's successor. Please confirm that the village possesses at least fifty elite-level soldiers. Please make your final confirmation: activate the Hero's Trial?"
"Friendly reminder: although the Hero's Trial is a trial for the hero, it is also a trial for the binding holder of the Village Building Order."
"The village chief's successor? All right, I'll choose—"
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly inwardly. He had just been about to designate a village chief's successor when a long string of names suddenly appeared before his eyes.
They were not the names of the soldiers or villagers in the village, but the names of his relatives on Earth.
"The village chief's successor candidates are being selected.