Chapter 710 - Adjusting on the Move
Chapter 710 of "Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God" kicks off revealing: Of course, not all nags pulling the caravan were of the Sage Horse Species, but... Find out whatâs next!
Of course, not all nags pulling the caravan were of the Sage Horse Species, but rather, it was the coachmen driving them who were in a state of invisibilityâ thatâs right, each wagon squadron was equipped with a Pikespirit, they served as coachmen, veterinarians, and were excellent Magic Assistants as well; their Entangle Spell proved to be incredibly useful in defensive battles.However, for them, the spectacle of tens of thousands of people moving en masse was too magnificent and exciting. While curious, they were instinctively shy, preferring to hide and observe, which was their favorite thing to do.
Therefore, it led to the bizarre sight of the wagons moving according to plan without any visible drivers.
After all one hundred carriages had entered the new road, following a series of commands, another lengthy procession slowly made its way out.
The migration army still followed the original plan of splitting into one hundred teams per caravan. After several days of careful division, these one hundred teams were almost identical in their makeup.
One caravan, one main and one deputy Knight team leader, ten ordinary freight carts, about twenty beasts of burden of various sorts, and approximately one hundred and forty migrants (with a well-proportioned mix of adults, women, and children, essentially achieving a one-to-one ratio).
Taking the lead was a caravan pulled by four nags, driven by Treants. It was now at its heaviest, crammed inside and out with food, weighing over twenty tons. Even the Treants found it somewhat troublesome to draw and needed to enlist external force.
There were two situations here.
Treants and Enlightened Trees were insufficient; currently, only two-fifths were drawn by them, leaving the remaining three-fifths to the livestock, which did not possess such formidable pulling strength.
Thus, only these two-fifths were filled with food, while the remaining three-fifths were loaded with relatively lightweight miscellaneous items and a small amount of food, to be used for transporting people if necessary.
The remaining ten freight carts were in a similar situation; their combined carrying capacity did not equal that of one caravan.
The one hundred and forty civilians were evenly distributed around these vehicles, some helping to drive, others herding the livestock. A few Demi-Humans were already bustling on some freight carts, dealing with food preparation.
The cart they were on was clearly specially modified, a very steady four-wheeled freight cart, with a deep and tall iron pot, more like a bathing tub than a cauldron, rigged in the middle, filled with water. In the mud stove beneath, a bright fire had been lit early, starting to boil the water with a bubbly gurgle. ThÉŞs chapter is updatá´d by N(o)vá´l(F)ire.ná´t
The pot contained brine, intended to replenish the migrantsâ water and salt intake along the way.
After midday, various ingredients would be added to start a stew, and by the time the afternoon came around to set up camp, the meal would be mostly cooked.
The two freshly-appointed Knight team leaders, one in the front and one in the back, would run back and forth every so often to inspect. As they walked, they loudly emphasized, "While weâve just hit the road and you still have energy, those who can lend a hand should do so. Try not to ride in order to conserve the animalsâ strength. If youâre not feeling well or are tired, you can walk while leaning against the carts. If youâre feeling unwell or canât go on, let someone know early; donât push yourself.
If you need to attend to personal physiological matters, try not to act alone. Always inform and seek permission and wait to do so during resting periods.
Donât worry, itâs our first day, and we wonât be moving too quickly. Later on, weâll give you plenty of rest. After every hour of walking, we will stop for a half-hour rest. As long as we cover twenty kilometers, our task for the day is done."
The whinnying of horses, the shouting of drivers, farewells, the whining and tears of children, and muttered swear words... all mixed together.
When the lineup was complete, the entire caravan stretched over two kilometers in length. The newly-created road was flanked on both sides by a crowd several times the size of the migrants, packed with Darama Citizens who came to bid farewell or simply to witness the event.
"I always knew that Lord Gavenâs methods were extraordinary, but I never imagined they would be this exceptional. This is not merely migration; even the roads are being built alongside it."
"I was filled with worries about this migration, but now thereâs no need. This is not just migration; itâs an army. With such an army, if they donât provoke others, they should be crying tears of gratitude. Who would dare to trouble them?"
"What do you think, will they merely pass through that area? Those indifferent monstrous races will surely be wiped clean; they are natural food supply stations."
"Had I known this was the case, I would have applied to join the migration earlier too."
"Itâs not too late to join now, didnât you hear what they said? They are still in the acclimation phase, and they wonât be traveling fast for the first few days. Hurry back home to pack, you can catch up tomorrow on a fast horse. After all, thereâs an existing road, and you wonât have to worry about food."
"Thatâs a good point, Iâll go take care of that now."
"Whatâs the rush? Youâd better first inquire if theyâre still accepting joiners. Once thatâs clear, itâs not too late to act."
"Ha ha ha... Iâm being too anxious, Iâll go ask right away."
"Well, after asking, theyâre still allowing joiners, all on the same terms as before. Hurry, go back and get ready."
"I think this matter can wait a bit longer. Given the close relationship between Lord Zalanda and Lord Gaven, there will only be more cooperation in the future. If needed, surely there will be a second or a third round of migrations. Itâs not too late to join then. Not only will the organization be more mature, but we will also have a clear picture of the ultimate outcome of those who migrated first."