It was impossible to fill my stomach. After the surprise, the expedition members quickly became immersed in the food.

The countermeasure for these rough men's kitchens is to have a lot of food, chicken, duck, fish and meat are indispensable, and the big elbows of each person are even more sucking oily. Like the people in difficult times, they also have an unusual fanaticism about fatty food, and the lack of seasonings makes them unable to stop their appetite for these unscrupulous use of various seasonings.

Since there is something to talk about next, there was no spirits provided at the meal, but only some wine.

After having enough wine, Bai Gang said, "I hope everyone is satisfied with my hospitality. In this bad weather, only food and mellow wine can make people happy. I really don't know when this rainy day will end."

Annu smiled and said, "If the magic circle of Grosier Capital is not destroyed, I am afraid that the Count will have to wait for a few hundred years."

Originally, Bai Gang just said it casually, but he didn't expect such a big news to explode! The experts in the conference room were instantly ignited, and the roof was almost blown off by the expert group office hall as big as a football field!

[What!? He knows what the damn rainstorm is going on!?]

【Ask him! Ask him quickly!】

[Oh my God, I really can't wait for a minute. Let the damn rainstorm stop!]

...

Of course, all this cannot reach Bai Gang's ears. Academician Xu, the general leader of the expert group, can decide who the voice Bai Gang heard. This time he blocked those meaningless complaints and excitement and spoke by himself:

[Search to ask and let him explain it in detail!]

In fact, even if Baigang is not ordered, he will still break the casserole and ask the question to the end. This is a problem that has not been solved until the end of his previous life! As long as there is no such damn storm, the air power of the base can be fully exerted, and radio communication can also be kept unobstructed! This is an opportunity to change "history"!

"Can you tell me about this in detail? This damn storm is so hateful. I have never seen the sun here! If there is a way to solve this problem, I will definitely give it a try."

Dilitean frowned: "Don't the Count plan to leave after repairing the ship? Sir, do you plan to stay here for a long time? Isn't there anything worth your energy in such a harsh place?"

[He was frowning slightly, speaking faster, his tone was high and slightly excited, he was suspicious!]

[Look at the mage, he just glanced at the aluminum alloy knife and fork. The Paladin's words reminded him of the treasure. He might suspect that there is a treasure hidden here! This is not good news, hurry up and make up a reason!]

As soon as Dilitean finished speaking, the earphones in Baigang's ears rang, and Baigang said as he listened to the tips from the micro-expression expert:

"The repair of steel ships like ours is very troublesome. Unlike wooden sailing boats, the cables can be connected if they are broken, the canvas can be repaired, and the hull can be broken can be used to log in ashore. This hell of rainstorm has severely slowed down our repair progress. If it is not too troublesome, I don't mind investing some resources to help myself get a few months of sun.

In addition, the main purpose of my voyage is to open up trade channels and acquire new territory. If this land is gone from storms, it should be a pretty good place, right? Well, I remember it should be a homeless place, right?"

[His muscles are loose, and that Paladin believes you. Good job, Major!]

Dilit Ann sighed and said, "Yes, this is indeed a homeless land, because the owner of this land had died more than a hundred years ago. However, I must remind you, Lord Earl, there are countless manic undead sleeping under the land here!"

Bai Gang said: "As long as it is a masterless person, as for the undead, I don't think they will cause too much trouble to my troops. Can you tell me the story of this land? I'm very curious about what has been experienced here to become like this."

Dilit Ann sighed and said, "Believe me, you will change your mind after you have heard my story. This is definitely not a good place to establish a territory, especially if you are still so... well... rich.

Once there was a human kingdom of Grohill, who believed in the God of Light, with rich land and strong army, but because of faith, they were incompatible with the eternal cult. They stubbornly believed that as the God of Light, they could destroy all evil, but the eternal cult was much stronger than they thought!

After breaking through Grohill's capital, the Eternal Cult executed every living person here and put them into a coffin. Then, the group of cultists transformed Grohill's strategic defensive magic circle and attached cursive magic to it. This curse can make the souls of the dead endure to the torment until they cannot distinguish between the living and the dead, abandon their faith in their lifetime, and attack every living person who stepped into it mania."

"Okay, but what about this never-ending storm?"

"Didn't I just talk about Grohill's strategic level defensive magic circle? That's it. The Storm Magic Formation was originally a strategic magic circle in Grohill's Kingdom. It was a variant of the portal. It could tear apart a hole leading to the elemental plane and summon endless winds and rainstorms, so as to stop attacks from the sea.

As Annu said before, this large space crack will be very stable once it is established and does not require much energy to support it for a long time. Therefore, if you do not actively close it, you may have to wait for hundreds of years before it will disappear. If the people of the Eternal Cult take the initiative to maintain it, you will probably never wait for that day.

Whether it is the manic undead or the storm, it is the means by which the eternal cult prevents the seven kingdoms from landing here. The storm on the sea can stop the fleet, and even if the army lands, it will be attacked by the undead. More importantly, the perennial storm makes no grass grow here and the army cannot obtain supplies. With these measures, the eternal cult no longer has to worry about the threat from the south, and can concentrate on developing westward."

Finally, Dilitan concluded: "If you only stay here for a moment, the Eternal Cult won't care, but if you wipe out the undead and close the magic circle, they may not allow a new Grohill to appear here again! What's more, you are so rich, Count."

In the conference room, the senior executives of the base who were watching the live broadcast with experts frowned, which was not good news. After several leaders discussed it, Major General Le personally connected the communication with Baigang.
Chapter completed!