The sky was blue, the grass was green, the air was sweet, and the mood was pleasant.
It felt so good to be back.
Only after setting foot on solid ground and confirming that the surroundings were indeed his own village did Zhang Yang finally let his heart drop heavily back into place. The Hero's Trial had taken nine days in total, and nine days had passed here as well. It was impossible to say he hadn't been worried. What if something unexpected had happened? What if the Orc Tribe had suddenly stopped playing by the rules?
Thankfully, thankfully, everything was normal for now.
By now, all the trees within three kilometers of the village had been felled, leaving the area exceptionally open.
The village castle had been completed. It was a new castle formed by incorporating the previous Level 2 fortress.
Aside from a single gate, it was surrounded entirely by walls. The exterior consisted of two layers of stone walls, built from one-meter-square blocks. The interior was made of huge logs and packed-earth walls. The walls stood four meters high and were six meters wide overall, with fifty-centimeter-thick logs along the outer edge serving as arrow platforms.
Standing atop the walls, one could see that the cultivated Farmland was a sea of green. Every crop was thriving, and most had already grown to about thirty centimeters tall. They would be ready for harvest in two or three months at most.
However, the moment Zhang Yang thought of the upcoming war with the Orc Tribe, which would completely destroy these crops, his wonderful mood immediately soured.
"Wu Yuan, go back and rest for now. Come to the council tomorrow morning."
Zhang Yang thought about it before speaking. During the previous trial, this fellow had played the tragic role of