Night gradually descended.
A familiar notification sound rang out.
After glancing through all the intelligence reports,
Thor's worries did not diminish much.
Instead, they grew even stronger.
When the morning sunlight spilled over,
a new day arrived. Thor first went to inspect the northern town. It was almost as Pelos reported. The entire northern town was gradually taking shape, with tall walls enclosing it, and numerous goblins were striving to build.
Outside the town were expansive farmlands.
Golden wheat spikes dotted the fields, and the growth was quite good, promising a decent harvest.
"My lord!"
"My lord!"
"Master!"
"Lord!"
Along the way, knights, Free People, and slaves all respectfully saluted, and everyone's gaze toward Thor carried fervor.
Living in the Eagle Territory was something unimaginable to them before.
It was stable, peaceful, and free here.
Full of hope.
