Free Web NovelChapter 1182: Chapter 814: Change
"This thing didn’t exist yesterday!"
The centaur caravan leader, Tucker, stamped his hooves on the ground, his mane standing on end in shock.
He was not among those Night Watcher centaurs but was a centaur of the Beastman Empire.
Just like trolls, not all trolls wanted to merge into the Beastman Empire and become a part of it.
The Ryu Feng Clan among the Night Watchers felt the same way.
However, for this reason, the number of centaurs who joined the Night Watchers was actually quite significant.
This made many centaurs willing to interact and trade with the Night Watchers.
The diverse racial composition within the Night Watchers often granted them a natural affinity towards other races.
Of course, balancing internal racial conflicts sometimes required hard work.
In this regard, the Night Watchers had ample experience.
At this moment, the centaur caravan leader was looking at the twenty-meter-high war watchtower towering before him.
Last night, when Iron Flower Structure’s petals swept through, this place was still an open-air depot for various goods.
He knew the Night Watchers’ building capabilities were exceptional, nearly legendary in the outside world.
When he had just arrived at the port yesterday, he was amazed by how the expedition had established such a huge port in such a short time.
But this speed is unbelievable.
A twenty-meter watchtower had risen overnight.
Moreover, the watchtower wasn’t hastily built with wooden structures, but with mud and stone, looking quite solid, and even having some anti-counterfeit structures on the surface.
A few Night Watcher Rangers were standing guard at the top of the tower, with one shaking off the dew condensed on his cloak.
Two Alchemists were still at the foot of the tower, trying to modify the alchemical circuits flowing inside.
So this thing even had magical capabilities and was an alchemical building.
In just one night.
What on earth is going on here?
If he was willing to ask those adventurers who had been in the city for a week, he might find a good answer.
"Why not go to the tavern?" the attendant beside him suggested.
That indeed was a good suggestion.
Not only he was looking at this tower here.
The elf mage Leah, wrapped in a star-moon robe, traced her fingers over the cold metal surface.
"The natural veins have been sorted, so gentle, so smooth... it didn’t even trigger an elemental vortex."
Her teammate was looking at the distant framework of a city wall springing up, with the faint glow of protective runes fading in and out like a breath.
"By the time I reach the city wall, I will see it has extended outward again."
His words sounded like he was sighing or ridiculing.
Leah ignored him and slightly raised her head to look at the slow-spinning Iron Flower Structure floating high in the sky.
"How many functions does that thing have?"
The goblin technician in the team watched the city changing day by day.
"I feel like I’m dreaming; I might still be modifying those useless fishing tools at Tel Port. When I wake up, everything I’ve done during this time will be just a dream bubble."
"Come on, stop lamenting here; your sharp voice sounds like a joke."
"Get lost, I’ll shove a bomb under your quilt tonight."
The centaur and the attendant entered a tavern.
This tavern looked very new on the outside, clearly having been newly built.
But inside, it was bustling.
"Back in the day, I manned Skull Fortress for three months; having the supply convoy deliver two crates of bandages was a blessing from the gods!"
The one-eyed mercenary Barton smashed a wooden mug in front of Hog, causing the liquor to splash on the new Night Watcher standard arm guard of the Beastman Warrior.
This displeased Hog.
"Blind guy, don’t go ruining my new gear! I spent a long time getting this. See the demon pattern on it? Magic Equipment, want to see its stats?"
On the other side of the bar, three young adventurers who had just received pioneering missions were eagerly passing around the "Vein Probe" handbook. Rolls of red gel packs peeked out of their backpacks.
The tavern owner was preparing a refreshing beer package for thirty ordered by the "Light Guardian" unit.
Looking at the centaur in front of him, he motioned towards the storage room: "Last week, people were lined up for this; now I have twenty kilos of raw liquid piled next to my pickle barrel."
The centaur took a sip and felt it was different, but aside from feeling cooler, he didn’t notice much else.
Though the port didn’t seem hot to begin with?
Suddenly, there was a metallic clamor outside the wall, the entire building trembled slightly, and the young people were startled and clung to the walls, while Old Dwarf Stonebeard laughed heartily: "Don’t be afraid, kids! They’re ’pinching’ the Magic Energy Cannon base outside."
"Pinching?"
The centaur found this a bit odd – why use this term for building construction?
"New here, aren’t you? I can tell just by looking at you."
The boss continued speaking while working.
The centaur nodded, pondered for a moment, and said: "The city’s construction speed is really fast."
"Absolutely, though a week ago it wasn’t as fast as now; now it’s really changing day by day. If I sleep a night, I’m very likely to get lost when going out, hahaha."
The centaur laughed along in company.
The owner glanced at him and casually said: "I know what you’re wondering; you’re surely curious about how those buildings spring up overnight, right?"
"Honestly, I don’t really know either, but ever since that big Iron Flower appeared in the sky, the port’s been different."
