Chapter 183 Asiliya, three bottles of wine, welcome guests
Three days ago, Dronisis's "Storm Strategy" was about to come to a perfect conclusion, but in the end it had to be frustrated by the timely arrival of the Northern Allies and failed.
In this battle, the goblin side invested nearly 20 brigades and nearly 2,000 troops in a continuous attack that lasted for ten days and nights. Not only did it suppress the human army in Stormwind City, they even completely smashed the enemy.
The city wall really broke through. Unfortunately, Lady Hanquan's amazing attack was unstoppable. After losing the entire Kameng in the blink of an eye, Dronisis was full of curiosity but simply gave the order to retreat across the entire line.
There is no doubt that if you want to fight against superpowers like the Grand Arcanist or the Templar in this world, you must either find a guy of the same level to fight against them, or you must be prepared to spend astronomical numbers of lives to fill the gap.
.And whether it is a mage professional or a warrior professional, after breaking through the high-level limit, they can gain the right to fly freely. The difference is that the great arcanist can purely rely on his own huge magic power to stay in the air, while
The embodied light armor of the temple is assisted by light wings. Therefore, it is conceivable that for this kind of Ji Dao who can fight, resist, fly, and run, no matter how arrogant Dronisis is, he must put it away.
The proud head picked up the butthole and ran away.
After receiving the latest battle report from the goblin commander, the senior leaders of the Yugoslav Alliance did not blame Dronisis too much for the defeat. They just lightly scolded the commander of the garrison and punished him.
Half a year's salary as punishment. After all, no one could have expected that the Allied reinforcements would arrive so quickly, and at the same time, a big shot at the level of a Grand Arcanist would come to help. Under such circumstances, any goblin general would be the one to take command on the spot.
They all had no choice but to retreat. However, in private, the Lord of Khumbu City, Lucas, still scolded Dronisis. After all, who made the goblin commander leave so many war iron fists at the foot of Stormwind City?
.It turns out that Lucas was still thinking of using this magical puppet that had been developed for nearly twenty years to finally make a stunning appearance in the future decisive battle, and decide the outcome in one battle. Unexpectedly, it was now completely exposed to the Allies.
In front of her, Mrs. Hanquan even got a practical sample. It is conceivable that cunning humans will definitely make new combat preparations and deployments for the Iron Fist of War.
However, no amount of scolding can change the outcome of the Battle of Stormwind City. At the moment, what the goblin commanders are most concerned about and worried about is how to deal with the newly arrived human allied forces and the great arcanists. Especially people like Lady Coldspring and other humans.
Goblins are extremely powerful and are quite afraid to speak their minds. It's not that there are no great arcane masters in the Southern Alliance. They are also part of Brakada, and the goblins in the south are also prosperous in magic and civilization. They are no worse than the humans in the north.
What? It’s just that in the goblin magic circle, mage professionals are far more independent than human mages. In almost all goblin city-states, including Khumbu City, the number of mages that the official can directly control only accounts for 30% of the total number of mages.
Less than that. Most of the other mages provide equivalent services to those in power as guests or employees. As for the most powerful masters of the Grand Arcanist level, they are completely on an equal footing with the city lord, and they have absolutely no financial and material advantages.
They will not rely on the city lord's mansion, and in turn, some city lord's mansions will even be semi-subordinate or obedient to the will of the great arcanist. The origin of this strange tradition can be traced back to the earliest goblin race in South Brakada tens of thousands of years ago.
During the hard work of colonization and pioneering, teams with mages as the core were actually the first to establish colonial settlements in various parts of the south. In other words, the earliest rulers of all goblin regimes were the mages. Later, they slowly evolved.
"The Law Retreats and the People Advance" transfers the power to manage internal affairs and the economy to administrative personnel, and the mages gradually retreat behind the scenes. Of course, this kind of retreat is just because the mages have no intention or are impatient to deal with daily necessities. Once the real trouble arises
, the mage's right to speak has always been loudest among the goblins. Even if he is as powerful as Lucas, the Lord of Kombu City, when he meets the goblin great arcanist, he will be as humble as a grandson. But speaking of it, Lucas
He is indeed the grandson and great-grandson of Master Taliya, one of the two great arcanists in Khumbu City.
Now that there is a powerful Yakuza leader in the human camp, the senior leaders of the Yugoslav Alliance are habitually not calm. Without much hesitation, they invite the great arcanists of their own race to the Yongville Valley platform.
has become a top priority right now.
"Master Aciliya, on behalf of the entire garrison, I sincerely welcome you to the Yonville Valley." Amidst the loud military music, Doronisis trotted quickly and rushed to the goblin airship that slowly landed on the snow.
, before the cabin was opened, the gangway was lowered, and the expensive camel hair red carpet was rolled out, he prostrated himself in the snow with utmost respect and shouted loudly. Behind him, a whole group of mages
The mage of the regiment also bent his noble knees and sincerely knelt down to the white cloud table on the side of the airship.
"Haha, little Doronisis, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have really grown up." With an old laugh, a figure slowly floated directly from the deck of the airship, and then became like a ball of freedom.
Like a harmless cloud, it fell in front of the goblin commander. At the same time, the seal on the airship's hatch also opened with a "swish", and the hatch immediately fell, followed by people, old or young, one after another.
The goblin mage hurried down the gangway and came to stand respectfully behind the floating figure.
"No matter how much Dronisis grows up, in your eyes, I'm afraid he will always be that thief kid who secretly drank the magic potion and had a stomachache for a month." He was still prostrate on the snow, with his head hanging low.
Looking briefly at the pair of dark mage boots in front of him that seemed to be always separated from the ground by a thin line, the goblin commander chuckled.
"That's right. It's obviously your sister's thing, but if you go to take it in the open, who can blame you if you have diarrhea for a month?" The owner of the boots also laughed, as if he remembered something particularly pleasant: "
Okay, get up. After kneeling in the snow for a long time, Kacherova will blame me as a teacher for not taking care of her children. Haha!"
Following this laughter, an invisible wind lifted Dharanisis invisibly from the ground. Even the snow marks stained on the goblin's straight officer uniform seemed to have been carefully brushed away with the gentlest brush.
Like once again. It returns directly to the straight and bright state.
"Welcome again, Grandpa Asiliya!" Standing up and looking at the clumsy old goblin in front of him, who was almost a head shorter than him, Dronisis seemed to have suddenly transformed into a child, and with a handful of the ordinary goblin
The great arcanist Asilia, who is as noble as the stars and the moon in people's hearts, hugged him tightly.
Seeing such a scene, several young men among the following mages behind the Great Arcanist immediately wanted to rush forward to stop or scold them, but they were immediately stopped by the eyes of the oldest high-level mage Guqi.
At the same time, the officers on the other side who were lining up to welcome the Grand Arcanist, after hearing and witnessing all this, realized that the background and backstage of the legion commander was so unimaginably deep and solid. It turned out that Dronisis's rise to power
Not only does he rely on the pillow style of his wife and sister, but he also has the support of Master Asiliya, one of the twin towers of Khumbu City. It can be imagined that such qualifications and connections are considered to be the best in the Yugoslav Federation.
It’s no wonder that a sin that would be enough to make three holes in someone else’s body turned into a big deal and a trivial matter turned into a bird as soon as it came to Dronisis, and the father-in-law was confused and disappeared in the end.
"Okay, you little thief, let go now. If you hug me any longer, my beard will be tangled up." After letting the goblin commander lean on him for half a minute, the great arcanist smiled and patted Dharanisi.
Si's shoulders, and then hurriedly tidied up his unusually long beard that reached his belly.
"Hehe, it's a good thing my sister isn't here. Otherwise, seeing you like this, I would have tied a bow on your white beard again." The goblin commander then took a step back, then turned towards Gu Qi and the other mages who arrived on the same boat.
He gave a respectful military salute.
"Yes." Gu Qi said that he was an old acquaintance who had watched the two siblings grow up, so he smiled and nodded as if to say hello. And some other "newcomers" who were not so familiar with Dronisis saw them.
The behavior of their own boss and second boss also quickly understood that the young leader of the goblin army in front of him was a "red man" who needed to take good care of the relationship. Immediately, they all put aside their past arrogant mage behavior and paid attention to Dronisis.
Return the favor gently.
"Master, please come into the camp. I heard that you are coming, and I have prepared dozens of fine wines. Some of them are top-notch goods that were seized from the human baggage warehouse not long ago. Those who have real money outside can buy them.
Not even." The goblin commander chuckled as he led the Grand Arcanist and the mages on both sides to the well-dressed camp. The other goblin officers, except for the highest ranking ones, could attend the welcome banquet for a while.
, most other people don't even have the opportunity to be escorts.
"Haha, you are generous to others. I heard that you wiped out all the mages in Crimson City. It seems that those bottles of wine must be the precious treasure of the Lord of Crimson City." Asiliya is the Grand Arcanist.
He is one of the few drinkers in the country, and although his capacity for drinking is shockingly ordinary, his taste is quite good. Therefore, every year, Khumbu City sets a special large budget to collect fine wines from all over the mainland for this pillar, as a tribute to the city lord's palace.
"Speaking of it, the Crimson City is nothing. If you can drink the blue crystal wine, you will be truly happy." Smiling lightly, Dronisis winked at the Grand Arcanist.
"Azure City? Haha, that won't be easy. With Mrs. Hanquan and Master Figaro here, their wine is really not that delicious." Naturally, Asiliya could hear the hidden meaning behind the words.
Secretly sighing at the cowardice of the thief in front of him, he actually wanted to challenge himself to a fight with two Yakuza of the same level. In fact, the circle of truly strong people is very small. The Lord of Blue Crystal City and Dean Hockenheim are
Asiliya knew very well who he was. Even if the goblin great arcanist could slightly surpass either of the two juniors in terms of experience and level, it did not mean that he could be arrogant enough to fight one against two. Moreover, the old man
It can be seen that Doronisis may not be able to hold back the big loss he just suffered, and wants to find some way to get back some ground from Azurite City. Regarding this, the old goblin planned to ignore him and drink in peace.
that is.
"There are too many people in the wine shop, so naturally it's not that fun to drink. But if everyone comes one by one..." Unafraid of the Grand Arcanist's glare, the goblin commander continued with a playful smile.
"Why, you little thief really want to touch Stormwind City again?" Finally he sat down on the main seat in the big tent and looked at the other people far away. The old goblin said in a deep voice, somewhat annoyed and funny.
Dronisis said: "I can tell you, even if I restrain Lady Hanquan, there are already other human allies in Stormwind City, and you won't get any benefits no matter how hard you attack."
"Of course I understand this, grandpa." The goblin commander waved away the attendants around him, picked up a bottle of wine that showed a bright amber color through the transparent crystal wall, and slowly unscrewed the gold-sealed bottle cap. Immediately, a
The aroma of wine, as deep as time condensed, slowly spreads out from the mouth of the bottle, making people drunk before they even drink it. They feel at ease.
"Oh? 'Erasian Salute'?" The old goblin man is obviously the one who knows the goods. He can tell by smelling it: "This is really rare. Speaking of which, it is still extant in the human kingdom.
I'm afraid there are very few 'Salutes'. Time flies so fast. If it hadn't been for the 'Dawn Rebellion' decades ago, the 'Erasian Salute' wouldn't have become the last song."
"Chaos of Dawn?" Dronisis asked while pouring wine into the cup in front of the Grand Arcanist.
"Haha, it's nothing. It's just the internal turmoil in the Kingdom of Erathia, but it destroyed many good things. The Fiat Winery that once brewed the 'Erasia Salute' is one of them." As he said that, the old goblin said again.
With a sigh, he picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, then closed his eyes and savored it for a long time, until the wine was swallowed up along with the smell, and then he sighed with satisfaction.
"Erasia was also in turmoil. Is it the same as we are now?" Unlike the great arcanist who was having a drink, Dronisis just drank a cup and then asked again.
"It's the same, it's different." Seeing the other party's gluttony, Asilia snatched the bottle from the goblin commander's hand. She treasured it and resealed it with the gold bottle cap, and then immediately put it in her space pocket.
"Tell me, grandpa, what is the story of the 'Dawn Rebellion'?" Looking at the great arcanist's humiliating behavior with a smile, Doronisis took another bottle of "Gel" from the table beside him.
"Riffon VIII." But this time, before he could open the bottle, the old man took it away again.
"You thief, this is 'Griffin VIII'. It has been a good wine for more than a hundred years, but you are using it like this?" Asiliya looked at the bottle as if looking at the most exquisite magic props.
The crown griffon symbol, which has been rubbed by time, said lightly: "The Dawn Rebellion is what outsiders like us call it. The nobles of Erathia call that turmoil the False God Rebellion. To put it simply, it is a rebellion.
A group of believers of the God of Light suddenly appeared out of nowhere and demanded the restoration of the god's orthodoxy. They also encouraged many civilians to demand the division of power and wealth in the hands of the nobles. Naturally, the nobles of Erathia were not easy to deal with. After this back and forth, the two sides
A fight broke out. In the end, although the human noble master won a complete victory, it also suffered a lot of internal friction and lost a lot of vitality."
"That's it." Doronisis nodded, and at the same time took out the third bottle of wine. It was a bottle of Lester, but unlike ordinary Lester, the wine in the transparent bottle in the hand of the goblin commander was
It is not the color of ordinary wine, but a chocolate that is close to burnt color, with a hint of reddish ancient sauce color.
"This is...'Song of the Battlefield'?" Seeing the third bottle of wine in Dronisis's hand, Aciliya was shocked again, and quite thoroughly.
According to legend, the magic wine was specially refined by the masters of brewing and magic within the Elf clan who surrendered to the human hegemony of the New World, using the ancient methods of the Elf Empire, combined with precious raw materials and special magic techniques.
Pay tribute to the king of mankind. According to legend, this "magic wine" called Song of the Battlefield and with a unique ancient sauce-colored liquor not only has an incomparable aroma and taste, but also has the miraculous effect of restoring blood and demons after drinking, and resisting bad conditions.
However, with the establishment of the Dejia Kingdom, which spans between Veliya and Erathia, the elves have not paid tribute to the human kingdom for hundreds of years. Therefore, most people also think that this is
Like many other magical civilizations, the magic wine has been completely lost in the dust of history. But the Goblin Grand Arcanist never expected to see the actual product of this wine today.
"This was also seized from Crimson City?" The old man looked at the sauce-colored wine, then looked at Dronisis, and raised his long gray eyebrows.
"No." The goblin commander shook his head honestly: "I bought this myself to honor you, grandpa."
"Haha, you! What a thief!" Looking into the goblin commander's eyes, the Grand Arcanist shook his head helplessly, took the song of the battlefield, and played it carefully. Sure enough, from the ancient sauce-colored wine, there was
Mellow but refreshing magic waves continue to spread out slowly. It is unbelievable that hundreds of years have passed, and the magic essence condensed in the song of the battlefield has not only not dissipated, but has become more mellow and thick with the waves of time. It is not even necessary.
Opening the bottle and tasting it, holding it in her hand, Asilia was already very satisfied.
"Tell me, what do you want from me, little guy? Do you really want to visit Stormwind City?" Putting the bottle back on the table, the Grand Arcanist looked at him squarely.
"Of course not." The goblin commander shook his head directly: "I just hope, grandpa, that you can take the goblin airship with me and go for a spin outside."
"Where to go?"
"North."
"what?"
"I heard that Lord Figaro of Azurite City just went out with a group of mages and a squadron of guards and soldiers, and wanted to come to Yonville to join in the fun. So I wanted to go forward and greet him first," Dharanisi said.
Si leaned into the old man's ear and whispered.
"You're such a thief, you have such a big appetite?" Hearing such words, the Goblin Grand Arcanist was also shocked.
"With you, Uncle Guqi and a group of mages here, I will bring two more brigades and three Naga friends. Do you think this configuration is enough to welcome guests?"
"...Hmph, you are so cruel!" The old man gave the goblin commander a sideways look, and then carefully put the Song of the Battlefield into his bag. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
