Chapter seven hundred and thirteen practice before the war
Laila looked at the dozens of Aglaia city guards standing by the door of the city hall, smiled and gestured to them: "Everyone, welcome to Luskan. I hope we can have a pleasant time together,
During your stay in Luskan, my colleagues in Luskan and I will provide you with the most enthusiastic service."
Her compliments to the elves were actually a bit late.
Perhaps it was because the Elf City Guards behaved very well and remained calm even after hearing some uncomfortable words, which made the officials of Laila and Luskan forget that these city guards were originally Crusaders.
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What they are least afraid of is discussing with others whether elves are strong or not.
Hill's eyelids were slightly dark, and he didn't look at the strange expressions squeezed out by the elves, which ranged from ridicule to disdain. He silently turned around on his chair. Such a handsome... no... expression of a villain, these guys and the undead.
We get along very well!
Although their squadron leader is very stable, it does not affect who his subordinates hang out with.
Obviously Aglaia and the Paladins of Tire are such steady but cheerful people, but when the Elf City Guards are not on duty, they still play a lot with the undead...
The only one who has a good relationship with the Paladin of Tire is the garrison officer Oster of the Elf City Guard... He goes to train with those Paladins above level 20 every day, hoping to survive in that terrifying situation.
There is hope of promotion under the pressure...
Other elves may prefer a happy life because they cannot see the hope of progress for a long time, but Oster is different. He pursues further progress in swordsmanship. In terms of flexibility, it is difficult for him to find opportunities to improve.
Well, he will have to wait until he is promoted to Legend before he can improve further, so now every day he hopes to find a new direction under the pressure of heavy weapons.
For him... he will never give up if there is a fight... even if it means torturing someone.
After all, the Elf City Guards grew up together. From the time when they were fighting tortoises to the present, they no longer have any sense of accomplishment in sparring... They are already so familiar with each other that you can tell what his next move is by looking at the angle at which the opponent's arm is raised.
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This is great when we are in unison with the outside world, but when we are training together, there is no fun at all.
Now, even if the Luskan guard officer has actually given up the idea of trying to rectify his presence with the elves, the Aglaia City guards have no intention of letting them go.
Guard Captain Ost stepped forward quickly, and the stern shining sword user grabbed the guard officer's arm: "The Aglaia City Guards have not fought against anyone for a long time, and they are worried about what will happen during the battle.
What a drag!
It just so happens that you also want to know what your abilities are."
The guard moved his body, as if he wanted to struggle out of the big hand that firmly controlled him, but it was of no use: the Shining Swordsman is a representative who pursues the limits of swordsmanship, and he also has to exercise his strength, let alone Ous.
Te is still a kind of electorate.
It's just that the god he worshiped, the Swordsinger, was only a demigod, so Oster didn't show that much power.
But as long as he stands at the front desk, truly discerning people will be able to spot the difference in Oster's identity.
Of course, Laila discovered at this moment that there was something about Oster that resonated with her.
The gift of divinity always makes people perform some extraordinary things... Just like the sisters of Silver Hand, when they appear, people will always see their existence first.
Laila's blue-purple eyes suddenly widened, and then she suddenly turned her head to look at Hill, her eyes flowing, but she hesitated to speak.
Hill didn't care, but he decided to deal with the needs of the city guards first: although he already felt that this guard officer was probably not intelligent enough to be taken advantage of...otherwise he would think of the elves threatening them.
It’s hard to imagine that Hill hasn’t asked his name until now.
Hill silently held his chin and looked at the little commotion over there. Although the guard officer was a little stupid, his men still seemed to be convinced by him. Now several of them rushed over to rescue him from Oster's hands.
come out.
Apart from the guard officer, there were only four officers qualified to enter this hall, and three of them rushed over to help.
Hill saw another one out of the corner of his eye... Although this one seemed to be keeping calm, he actually chose a favorable position to stop the elf when he came out to help their guard captain.
At least the guard was fine. He glanced at Laila. Even though this lady had a lot of little thoughts, her style of doing things was still quite upright.
Hill stood up with a smile: "Let's do this! I remember that the elves on the opposite side, Trasil, also like to fight, but the square is really not a suitable place.
It just so happens that the part of the island similar to the terrace on the back of Purvi is still empty, so let’s turn it into an arena for warriors.”
He slowly walked out of the hall, flew into the sky, and threw an oval stadium.
The people who followed were a little surprised. The appearance of this building was very interesting, a bit like a bird's nest... but they were not sure. Many people thought it might be more like a dragon's nest.
The buildings built by Hill have always tended to be in the style of elves, delicate and full of natural flavor. This kind of architecture, which is a bit wild in the eyes of the Toril nobles, surprises everyone who sees it.
It wasn't until they heard the undead standing aside discussing that Hill actually liked William's architectural style that these doubtful people realized that it turned out to be a famous building from the archmage's past world.
This is understandable. Many legendary masters who have left their homeland will choose some atmosphere of their hometown when making rare objects.
Hill, who was completely misunderstood as being homesick, looked at the bird's nest and sighed softly, finally thinking of the use of this thing.
Such large alchemy space buildings that were of little use... He made three of them!
Even among the undead, it is estimated that few will spend a lot of money to buy a stadium to go back to. Not to mention other people. Generally speaking, those who buy alchemy space buildings are mages... No mages will choose this kind of combination.
A house similar to the Colosseum or Arena.
Although he tried to control it, as soon as he thought about William doing it first anyway...without exposing his existence, Hill couldn't suppress the civil engineer himself at all.
This is the Bird's Nest! The steel frame structure of the Bird's Nest once made him unable to walk!
Hill was thinking that after returning to Aglaia, he would put another one next to the alchemy hall, just in time to change the place where the undead battle would take place. Don't lead the citizens in the square every day... The expressions of those elves
, so that he still feels like it’s stuck in his throat.
The peculiar character of the elf is really difficult to learn well, and it only takes two or three seconds to learn bad.
He glanced at Ouster, who was still holding the guard officer, and tried to keep his expression calm: "Oster, do you want to live next to this arena?
Of course, you can also choose to live back at Purvi’s place.”
"It's better here! It's more convenient." Oster said firmly.
It seems that if they didn't fight this fight, they would probably suffocate to death.
Hill could only choose to make his loyal subordinates feel better. He waved and placed a tower-shaped building on the last corner of the semicircular island: "From now on, this will belong to your city guards. You can hold it."
I thought about the doorknob dozens of times, and remember to put it away when we go back.
You can handle the rest by yourselves! Remember to go to the Alchemy Hall opposite to say hello to the Trasil Artifact.
Don’t forget because you are busy doing other things...don’t even stand on the city wall by then.”
Oster nodded quickly: "Of course, I'll let the deputy captain go."
Hill smiled casually at Laila: "I wonder if there is anything else in Luskan? If it is something that has already been reported, there is no need to say it again. I have already read Ms. Laila's report and I am very satisfied."
Laila immediately laughed happily: "Then it's okay. It's estimated that there won't be a large number of caravans in the hidden forest until spring, but Silvermoon City has definitely sent people over.
The only focus of Luskan now is the defensive battle in winter. I will work hard to ensure that the city does not suffer any losses.
On the other hand, this Captain Oster is a bit unbelievably strong! I wonder if he has been favored by any god?"
Although this lady was quite skillful, her style of doing things was quite comfortable. Hill was now sure that the guy who encouraged the guard officer to take action was not Laila.
Otherwise, she would not care at all about the unlucky man who had been dragged into the arena. She probably just knew about it, but because she was also a little confused about the elves, she had no intention of taking care of it.
Hill could actually understand that although these officials were hired by Laila, they were not brought by her. Laila would not care about the lives of these people until they established a sense of collegiality.
The worst case scenario is that she can just change it after she makes a mistake. If it can help her clear up some doubts before being driven away, then that is waste and is much more cost-effective.
Hill observed for a while and found the guys behind Laila who looked smiling but kept glancing at the arena to be suspicious.
But he didn't intend to take too much care. He actually wanted to manage the city in Toril's style as much as possible.
The existence of the undead cannot affect the internal struggle between them. Hilting wanted to see how these officials would use their skills under such strict supervision.
Hill glanced at the arena again, and then said to Laila, whose face was full of words that said "I can't bear it any longer," "Oster! The Swordsinger likes him very much."
Laila's eyes first flashed with confusion, and then she revealed a look of sudden realization.
Hill didn't think there was anything strange about her confusion. The Swordsinger had some reputation because of Rose's lineage's unremitting pursuit of him. Otherwise, most of the gods in the elven pantheon would actually have no sense of existence among humans.
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After all, they are existences that humans cannot count on at all.