I don’t know if it was because Viscount Solomon’s guards forced him to die, which made the refugees afraid. They did not dare to take action until they left and could no longer see them.

A man with gray hair came out from the crowd, and it was obvious that this man was very prestigious among the refugees, because the other refugees were looking at the man and waiting for him to speak.

Roger looked at this man. Compared with other refugees, the man with gray hair was tall. Although he was still skinny and dressed in a torn manner, his eyes were bright, and his specialness was even more obvious in the comparison of the hollow and numb eyes of other refugees.

This person is not a refugee, at least he has been a refugee for not long.

The man was about to speak, but Roger snatched up his hand in front of him: "Tell your story."

Well?!

After being choked hard, the man took back what he wanted to say. He hesitated for a while before he spoke: "I know I can't hide it from the wise master. I believe you can also see that I, McGonagall, are not a refugee. In fact, two years ago, I was a noble guard."

There is a story about the guard of a nobleman who has become a refugee.

Nodding at McGonagall, Roger said, "I am not interested in exploring your past. You have heard what I just said. I want to gather refugees and open up territory, and I can't control refugees alone."

Without saying everything, smart people will naturally know what it means.

McGonagall lowered his head and knelt on one knee: "It is my honor to be able to serve you."

Mag, who was once a noble guard, no longer wanted to live a life of refugees. Mag was fed up when he couldn't eat enough and couldn't sleep well, was beaten and driven away by the territory's guards, and was forced to die.

There is no hope, no future, whoever wants to live such a life is gone.

Now, McGonagall only wants to seize the opportunity given by God and hold Roger, the powerful mage, to get rid of the dark life of the refugees. For this, he can give his greatest loyalty to Roger.

Roger nodded: "Okay, you will be the one who manages the refugees for the time being. I hope you can let me see your ability. I will not raise waste."

Seeing Roger nodding, McGonagall was overjoyed. Finally, he found a backer. He thought that he could live so comfortably by holding his noble master's thigh. If he hadn't been curious enough, he would not have fallen to the current level. In the future, he would have been honest and only doing his duty.

McGonagall patted his chest and assured Roger: "Sir, don't worry, I will gather the refugees and place them properly."

Even if Roger listens to McGonagall, he can't believe in someone who has just met and never said a few words. Roger has never believed in people one thing: Is a person reliable not to listen to what he said, but to see what he did.

If McGonagall can do his own teachings well, Roger doesn't mind giving him more trust. If he can't, he will only be treated as an ordinary refugee. He has been a guard at a nobleman and cannot get extra points for Roger, at most he will get a chance like he is now.

Seeing Roger turn around, McGonagall asked quickly, "Sir, do you have something to do?"

"I want to go to Chiji Mountain to check it out and choose a location for the territory."

Roger Roger had never been to Chijishan, so it was common sense to go and check out the site first when he arrived in a strange place.

What am I doing? It turns out that's it.

McGonagall was delighted: "How can you bother you, sir? If you don't want to go deep in the Red Ridge Mountain, I would be able to help you."

"Um?"

Roger stopped.

There is a chance!

Seeing this, McGonagall knew that Roger was interested and hurriedly seized the opportunity: "I know part of the situation outside the Red Ridge Mountain, and at least I have lived here for a while."

As he said that, McGonagall took out a wrinkled coarse cloth from his sleeve. There were some lines on the cloth, which was a map of the outer edge of the Red Ridge Mountain.

Although the map is as rough as a child's graffiti, and although its content is only a small part of the Red Ridge Mountain connecting with Viscount Solomon's territory, this does not affect its value to Roger at all.

With it, Roger can save at least the second half of a month. This is the case when his trip to Chiji Mountain is smooth. If he encounters unexpected things, he will only delay it for a longer time.

According to information Roger learned from McGonagall, Red Ridge Mountain is separated from the Elvin Forest and Twilight Forest of the Storm Kingdom by a mountain belt that stretches for countless miles. The mountains stand tall, and the primitive forests are full of snakes, insects, rats and ants. Various strange and venomous animals and plants can easily kill people. Not to mention ordinary people, even knights with extraordinary powers are difficult to get out of the forest.

The stretching mountains lie across the eastern border of the Storm Kingdom like a chasm, blocking the pace of human development.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. If this mountain was really so easy to read, if the Red Ridge Mountain was really so easy to enter the Storm Kingdom, how could it have been impossible for so many years? The emerging human kingdom that expanded into a spirit would have long stretched into the Red Ridge Mountains.

Otherwise, it is important to find a local guide?

If Roger rashly breaks into Red Ridge, he will probably suffer a little. But with McGonagall, the guide who understands the situation, it will be different. The latter's function is not only to remind Roger of the dangers of Red Ridge, but more importantly, he also knows some situations that non-locals do not know.

The mountains blocked the pace of the Storm Kingdom's advancement eastward, but human exploration never stopped. The rolling mountains were towering into the clouds, and naturally there were also sinking under the horizon. Even if the connection between mountains was tight, there would be breaking points. McGonagall happened to know one of them, and he also told Roger this information.

The terrain of the entire Storm Kingdom is high in the east and low in the west. The Rage River, which divides the Storm Kingdom into the Elvin Forest and the Twilight Forest, flows out of the Red Ridge Mountains.

"From the Nushui River upstream, and when you reach the source of the river, you can see that the river water flows into the forest is exactly a break point in the mountains. From here, you only need to walk along the flat ground on the river bank, and you don't have to enter the dangerous forest."

McGonagall paused when he said this, until Roger glanced at him, and he continued: "But this is the territory of the fishmen. These guys are numerous and cunning. If they can't beat them, they will dive into the water. If they have the opportunity, they will attack again. Even the regular troops of the kingdom will have no way to deal with them."

This makes sense.

Roger didn't believe it just by listening to McGonagall's previous words. If it was so easy to get over it, he would still be his turn? But with the information about the fishman behind it, things would be much more reasonable.

The race of fishman is more capable of surviving than the werewolf and has stronger vitality. Often, the regular army of humans has just been swept away for two or three months, and the fishman has made a comeback again, making it impossible to kill, and in the end it will make you exhausted and give up.

If there were a large number of fishmen living at the source of Nushui River, few people could get through it. Who made the fishmen's combat power in the water several times higher than that on land, and the human combat power at the water was twice as weakened.

"I'll deal with the problem of the fishman." Roger pointed to McGonagall, "I'll leave the management of refugees to you. Remember, you only have one chance."
Chapter completed!