506.Chapter 504 503 The Spring of the Toumou Dog’s Samoyed’s Unfallen

Chapter 504 503.The Unfallen Fortress of Samoyed by Earthen Dog’s Spring
“What the hell is this ditch dug? Why is it so far off from the map! Didn’t you guys measure it before you started? Or did drinking too much horse piss last night make one of you lose your eyes!

This is malpractice!

You’ll all be fucking court-martialed!”

While Murphy and Happy Stick were discussing the military from above, below the defense line, “Samoyedya”, dressed in the uniform of an architect of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, was grasping a psychically-enabled measuring cane and spitting fragrance at the two foremen beside her.

He cursed like an angry lion:

“I don’t blame the dogs for not being able to read the plans, because they don’t have the brains to understand the lines and data, but you don’t have the brains either? You can’t read it either? I’ll give you three hours to fill in this ditch and re-dig it!

I’ll put you all on trial myself for delaying the entire build!”

Under his scolding, the two recently promoted foremen shrunk their heads and didn’t dare to retort, and in the midst of his scolding, they trotted all the way to gather the dog-headed laborers to re-dig.

The dog-headed people had no complaints about this.

They liked digging ditches anyway, and now they only needed to keep digging ditches to eat and even receive candles, this was simply the most perfect life.

Returning to work wasn’t a problem for their low IQ, but the human laborers who were working with the dogheads couldn’t take it, they clamored for a statement from Samoyed but were stopped by the foremen.

Although Samoyedilla had been in Transylvania for less than a month, the name of this “Great Supervisor” had already been heard within the Brotherhood of Stonemasons.

Different from the theoretically experienced but much less practical bricklayers and bricklayers, Samoyelia has been doing civil engineering in reality for more than ten years, he is one of Old Chen Tou’s best disciples, not only can he be a supervisor, but also a wall mason and a bricklayer, not only is he experienced, but also has a series of professional certificates, and also has a great deal of experience in the management post.

In reality, he had participated in the construction of the cross-river bridge project, so he could be said to have a rich resume in terms of professionalism.

On the third day after he came to the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, he “busted” a small group of people colluding inside and outside to sell construction materials, and the several foremen involved are still working as laborers in the mines of the Baron of the Darkness, while the several guys who assisted them to sell the materials with unclean hands and feet have already been hanged by Mr. Portman, the militia commander, on the gallows outside of the Scarlet Fortress. gallows.

If the local foremen were able to use their experience to deceive the ash-beaters and bricklayers, their little tricks were no different from a child’s play in the eyes of Samoyed.

There are evil rumors that the great overseer already has all the foremen’s “black materials” in his hands, and he is just waiting for them to make mistakes and give them punishment.

This also created the Samoyed “devil supervisor” nickname.

The most interesting thing is that this nickname is not given by the players, it is the local foremen privately discuss the “honorary name”, which reached Samoyed’s ears, so that the middle-aged man not only did not get angry, but also gladly accepted.

Samoelia did not care about the fear in the eyes of the surrounding laborers.

He held a drawing in one hand, one hand on the measuring cane to activate its simple magic to judge whether the current dug out foundation is in line with the standard, he did it very seriously, even more serious than the reality of their own responsible for the project.

All because the bunker being built from design to construction all from his hand, not only that, the surrounding fortress group of ground and underground design are also his reference to the case of the first world war to complete the work.

“Brother Satsuma, the new laborers have arrived, and the camp side is looking for you to sign for them.”

Just as Samoyedya finished measuring the foundation and was about to check the color of the cement mix, “Bloodstained Holy Gun Marcus” who rode over on his horse shouted:

“There’s also a strange dwarf who came along, he claims to be a priest of the Gaia Temple, and was invited by Marshal Shortman to enlighten our position!”

“Open the hairy light! When this defense line was dug, my schoolmates had already put up cannons and worshipped the gods, and now this session is called reinforcement.”

Samoyed rolled up the drawings and held them under his arm, quickly stepped forward and mounted his own horse as well, following Marcus towards the labor camp while checking out the construction process around him, and also taking a piece of dry bread out of his horse’s pocket and stuffing it into his mouth to replenish his hunger level in the meantime.

This attentive look staggered Marcus.

He had thought that the RP party was serious enough, but compared to this “Devil’s Overseer”, they were as relaxed as if they were on a trip.

“I say, Satsuma-chan, there’s no need to go this far.”

Bloodstained Holy Gun Marcus, a young man, whispered to Brother Samurai, who was at least a round older than him:

“You make the drawings and give them to the NPCs, they’ll take care of the rest on their own, there’s no need for you to be here all the time to keep an eye on it, this Maginot Defense Line is so big, you can’t just run through every construction site, right? Isn’t this more tiring than going to work?

We are playing a game, you have to find yourself some fun.”

“Bullshit! If you’re not here to keep an eye on things, those guys will be lazy.”

Samaria said, shaking her head:

“In comparison, the dog-heads are dumb but they are more obedient, if they weren’t too stupid to read the design plans, I’d have a mind to promote a few foremen among the dog-heads. And Brother Ma.”

“Just call ‘Pony’, Brother Satsuma, you’re a senior, hehehe.”

Marcus spoke hastily, and Samoyed shrugged, saying:

“Well, Ponya, you may have to fight to get your kicks playing the game, but I’m different. I walk around a construction site and watch the bunkers and defenses I designed with my own hands go up bit by bit, and that in itself is an uncontrollable interest and satisfaction for an architect.

How can it be more fun to be out there building little honey villas and office buildings for big bosses than it is to be out here building military defenses with ten thousand men?”

He laughed and said with great bravado:
“Honestly I can’t wait to see those jackals fight their way through and then crash and burn in front of the unfallen line of defense I designed with my own hands. Ah, what a wonderful sight that will be.”

“Oh I see, you must be a heavy tower defense player.”

Marcus squeezed his eyes:
“Just love watching towers of your own design get those turnip grabbers, don’t you?”

“Hey, you’re quite the talent kid.”

Samoyed didn’t deny it, grunted, and said:
“Besides, the brothers are going to take on the Jackals in this line of defense, if I don’t have the means to make sure that everything is going according to plan here, wouldn’t I be personally sending the brothers into a desperate situation? It doesn’t matter if I’m a little tired now, I’ll get my share of the credit for the big win later on.

Unlike Old Chen Tou and the two schoolmates who like to build cities, I like the job of a ‘war architect’.

The Black Calamity has only reached where it is now, wherever our army sweeps in the future, my fortresses will be built!”

“Bullish! You’re my idol, old brother.”

Marcus kept giving thumbs up and bragging from the side, but when he was close to the camp, he confessed and rode his horse furtively to the side.

Curious, Samoyedya took out his telescope and looked in the direction Marcus had left, only to be shocked to find the guy chatting shoulder-to-shoulder with a Yankee cavalry lieutenant as they patrolled the perimeter.

That’s a “Yankee hairy girl” with a long waist, long legs, and a big mean streak!
If Samoye remembered correctly, that cavalry lieutenant should be one of the commanders of the 100 palace sword guards under the command of Earl Whitehill, and she and her team of ten were assigned by Earl Whitehill to maintain order in the labor camp.

This girl has a nice name “Misha”, and especially like to sneak in the labor canteen to find “otherworldly Kanto boiled” and “flying wine” to eat.

“Ah, it’s true that young people just can’t get away from seeing a papier-mâché wife.”

Samoyed’s face piled up aunt smile, hey hey hey put back the binoculars, and touched his slightly bald head, muttering to himself:

“That is, old brother has already passed the age of restlessness, or else here will not be hard to corrupt a bit? We are now in charge of several thousand people under our command, this size is also a senior bureaucrat ah.

Tsk, accustomed to here say no one, in the reality of the company’s shitty office as a grandson can be really hard to get through ah.

If I didn’t have a big family to support, I would have quit my job a long time ago.”

With this kind of tirade, Samoye rode back to the labor camp being managed by him, as he entered the entrance, the four sentries standing guard raised their guns in unison to salute him, and the three secretaries in charge of the labor camp came up to report on their work.

But there was urgent business at hand, and Samoye dismissed the group of men surrounding him as he straightened his architect’s uniform and strode into the camp office, gripping his surveying cane.

He was greeted by a short dunce standing on a chair, scrutinizing the design of the Maginot Line, which was pressed against a large piece of glass on his desk. “Hey! This is a military secret! You’re not leaving if you look at it.”

Samaria growled.

The Arithmetic Jewel exquisitely translated his language and emotions into Transylvanian, while the Dwarf Priest who was checking out the design looked up, rolled his eyes and spat:
“Old me was sent here for at least half a year! What’s wrong with looking at one of your drawings? Besides, how can I know which buildings to apply Earth Blessing to without looking at the diagram? You humans are just stupid, did you draw this map?

Hmph, it’s barely as good as a ten-year apprentice at the Temple of Gaia. Come on, come on, explain to me what these markings on this map are for?
Why did you design the drainage system of the underground facilities in such a way?

And how does the ventilation system ensure operation?
And how do you ensure the strength of the main building when there are at least five floors of space underground and it’s partitioned into such a complex structure?”

“Fuck!”

Samoyed, who was disliked, was speechless, thinking that these dwarves were just like cannonballs, blowing up at the drop of a hat.

However, this guy wearing an earth-colored priest’s robe with a big beard and strange tattoos on his forehead and cheeks was quite level-headed, asking questions that hit the nail on the head.

Samoye went up and pointed to the design and explained a few words to the dwarf, the latter listened and pondered while listening, after a moment, he took out a special marker and sketched a few strokes on the glass in front of him and said:
“These areas should be reinforced with Earth Blessing, otherwise your entire fortress will collapse once the Jackals use the Turning Stone into Mud spell.

Also you need to mark out the areas that are the focus of your defenses, every brick of these key fortifications will need to be inscribed with runes in order to make sure that they won’t be damaged too badly under a wide range of psychic energy blasts.”

“Of course, this is not a problem.”

Samoyed nodded, but then the conversation turned and said:
“However, you Silver Dwarves are very close to the Kingdom of Goldfinch, so how do I know that you won’t turn around and sell us out after you get more information about our defenses?”

“Huh?”

His question caused the Silver Dwarf Priest to round his eyes, and then anger quickly filled the dwarf’s slash-like cheeks as he waved his fists allowing his long beard to dance in the air as he cursed:
“Are you bastard human architects mocking the professionalism of the dwarves? Don’t you Transylvanian barbarians know the good name of the Temple of Gaia on the continent? Let me tell you something, you uneducated bastard!
The priests of the Temple of Gaia designed the Ice Palace for the King of Heroes before you humans had even founded a city in Transylvania!

The Goldenrod Palace on Greenisland was also designed by our hands, and all the design and construction of the University of Chardonnay was done by our hands! And standing in front of you is the designer of the legendary ‘Bridge to Heaven’, His Excellency Ilych Umm Battleheart!

Even the Elf King and his beautiful Queen address me as Master!
I swore before Gaia’s icon that I would not reveal information about all buildings designed by my hands to people or forces that might destroy them.

This is a divine oath, you fool.”

“Wow, that sounds like a big deal, but unfortunately I don’t know much about the legendary buildings on the continent.”

Samoyed blinked as he said:
“You certainly can hold your own with my mentor, but I’ll ask, I’ve heard of a few of the other buildings, but what is the ‘Bridge to Heaven’? I confirm that I have not heard the name in Transylvania.”

“Nonsense, it was blown up three hundred years ago and very few people know about it anymore.”

The Silver Dwarf Priest sighed.

It was as if he had recalled the most painful and helpless failure in his life, and even his face became sad as he whispered:
“That was once a proof of the friendship between the Sanghai people and the Elven Kingdom, the strait across the Storm Bay, the miraculous bridge that connected the Land of Origin to the continent by hundreds of kilometers.

My mentor and I served as its architects, and we saw it as Gaia’s miracle on earth, yet even the most storied of buildings cannot withstand the mutual hatred of life.

Because of a foolish doctrinal dispute, in the year 820 of the Era, on the day of my two hundred and thirtieth birthday, Mamluk, the border pharaoh of the Sanghai Empire, led his armies onto my bridge in the name of the ‘Death Moon’, opening a war with the elves.

That madman summoned the Kings of the Underworld in order to win, and hundreds of thousands of undead stepped on my creations to create killings.

That was the only time I informed others of the weaknesses of my creations.

The elves’ Moon Ritualists summoned a meteorite to shatter the Bridge to Heaven to stop the war, but the Kingdom of Castile and the Songhai Empire have been completely separated ever since, and the Songhai people’s attempts to integrate into the continent have come to an end.

The miracle that was supposed to be shaped for the ‘Great Reconciliation’ ended up being an extended channel for war and hatred.

That was the only failure of the Gaia Temple since its establishment, and the greatest regret of my life, you human bastard, I had forgotten about it, and then you made me remember it again!”

“I’m wrong, I’m wrong, I apologize, can’t I buy you a drink? Don’t all dwarves like to drink? We have awesome wine here.”

Samoelia held up her hands.

As he looked at the dwarf in front of him, he could feel the other man’s ill-concealed regret and pain as an architect, which made him realize that the dwarf in front of him truly loved building things and was emotionally attached to the buildings he had designed.

As a fellow architect, Samoyed softened his attitude towards him.

He took out the precise drawings of the defense line from his own drawer, opened them in front of the dwarf, and whispered:

“I can assure you that my building is made only for defense, and it will never become a tool for spreading hatred.”

“Oh, you are too young, human architect.”

Eirich the Dwarf sneered.

He ruffled his whiskers to view the drawings while whispering:

“The workings of this world are not shifted by the will of us craftsmen, your defense is very good, but I can be sure that the moment it is built, death and killing, hatred and anger, destruction and curses will all descend on it continuously.

Such is the destiny of architecture.
But that’s okay.

For us, as long as it stands on this earth and stands the test of time without falling, that’s enough to make it your pride in this life.

But you have a strange name for this defense.

Although I had never heard the name ‘Maginot Defense’ before, it always seemed to me to be full of uncertainty.

It’s too bad, you know?

Architects always have a very specific kind of premonition, and I can feel that this defense is definitely going to go through something very bad, but I’m here, and I’m going to use my skills to make sure that it won’t be brought down by disaster.”

“Well, I confirm that.”

Samoelia nodded as he watched the dwarf pull out various specialized tools to add to and draw on the drawings, and after a few seconds, Samoelia spoke softly:

“I’ve heard that the priests of Gaia have the power to harness the earth and shape it, which is just perfect for an architect, so do you think I’m qualified to join you and become one of you?”

“Huh?”

Ilych tilted his head and looked at the samurai in front of him, he rubbed his beard in thought and said:

“It is not impossible, Mother Earth does not resist members of other races becoming her followers, but for you to join the Temple of Gaia you will have to show your talent and work as an architect, only then will you be recognized by the other priests.

If you ask me, take this defense as your application.

If it can stand through the Black Plague, I’m sure even the most stubborn of Gaia’s priests will recognize your talent for construction and design, and we’ll bestow upon you the title of ‘Son of the Earth’ and welcome you as one of us.

By the way, on my way here, I heard that all the current planning and design of this land comes from a ‘Professor Chen’, can I meet him?

The scenery I’ve seen along the way is enough for me to conclude that he is a true master builder!

Gaia will bless him.”

(End of chapter)