Chapter five hundred and fifty first reinforcements
No matter what world it is, official violent organizations such as the police and the army always arrive late. This is not simply a plot requirement, but it takes a lot of time from receiving intelligence and calling the police to understanding the situation and mobilizing forces.
A sound organization, excellent training, and leading equipment can shorten this emergency time, but it cannot be completely eliminated. It can be said that the time to arrive at the scene also directly reflects the overall strength of the organization.
For the residents of Starwood City, it is at least a good thing that the kingdom's reinforcements, which they have been waiting for for many days, have finally arrived. At least it means that the town is safe. But when they actually see the reinforcements, even the best-tempered people will be full of emotions.
anger.
After all, at this time, the war had been over for half a month, and the reinforcements were belatedly arriving. The reinforcements had still fought a battle on the road, and the battle damage was still over 50%. The reinforcements were still tired when they arrived.
and injuries, the queue was filled with stretchers and wounded soldiers, more like victims waiting for rescue than reinforcements, which was really unacceptable.
"Get out, are you here to rescue or to kill each other?"
"...Marquis Stanley is much stronger than you. It was Saliman the Blood Spear who protected us, and what did your lord do! He colluded with the undead and murdered the prince of the royal family! Putting everyone in a trap
In crisis.”
The unusual way of welcoming the residents of Starwood City made Count Debaron, who led the team, furious. He even privately considered hanging a few mercenaries and civilians who spoke arrogantly.
"Those filthy untouchables, if it weren't for rescuing you, we wouldn't have been ambushed by those traitors. You actually dare to scream at me."
The murder of the little prince is still before us. If it is not handled well, it will be a big trouble. De Baron has considered whether to vent his anger by chasing the murderer. Anyway, according to the usual practice, there will be many more incidents like the murder of the royal family in the past.
Buried person.
But unfortunately, it won't work this time...
On the city wall, there are not only human defenders. The dwarf elves patrolling back and forth have taken over everything. Huge magical flowers and ancient war trees occupy the entire outer extension of the city wall. The wood spirits have taken control of the city.
If it's just the wood spirits on the periphery, it's nothing. The group of warships in the sky puts invisible pressure on people. If there is any luck, the ancient trees covering the sky in the middle of the town have already explained everything.
"The Babel Tree in the Forest of Dreams? What are they planning to do..."
The Tongtian tree is an extension of the mother tree of the Kodama clan. Such precious trees can only be planted when building a town belonging to the Kodama. Through this, the Kodama can obtain support from the Forest of Dreams, regenerate Kodama, and many more.
Wonderful uses unknown to foreigners.
As the reputation of the Wood Spirit clan becomes more and more famous, the Babel Tree, which has achieved great results in the battle against the undead, is not only regarded as a powerful war weapon, but the area where the Babel Tree is located is also directly regarded as a tree.
The sphere of influence of the spirit.
The wood spirits are not too far away from the Principality of Sara, and Debaron certainly knows what this giant tree that covers the sky represents.
The small shabby town in front of me was already an out-and-out fortress city, a fortress built by other countries and tribes.
"Invasion? This is a naked military invasion!"
If he were a pure soldier, it would be time for him to draw his sword to protect his family and country, but he who can gain the trust of the royal family to handle such a major matter is more like a politician than a soldier.
"What are they for? Are the rumors about the treasure true?"
But even though he had many ideas and guesses, he couldn't do anything. The most he could do was report his conjectures to the Grand Duke, but the royal family behind him... probably couldn't do anything either.
This is the tragedy of small countries, especially small countries in civil wars and world wars. When the original order is shattered by war, the law of the jungle becomes so obvious and cruel.
If the Wood Spirit Clan really wants to take over a piece of territory here, what can they do if they are caught in a civil war but condemn it? Should they use the royal family who is in the midst of a civil war to send an army to start a war with the Wood Spirit Clan who are powerful enough to rival the Undead Emperor?
"...You are worrying too much. We have no interest in such a dilapidated city, and our peace-loving tribe will not take the initiative to launch an invasion. In fact, we have other reasons for establishing an outpost here..."
A sudden voice interrupted Debaron's thoughts. This calming psychological response did not reassure him. Instead, he was frightened because he had been seen through.
What appeared in front of him was a short black-haired wood spirit. The young figure was very similar to that of an infant elf. Debaron had seen such a young elf slave at a banquet of a great nobleman in another country. He could buy the slave in front of him.
The sky-high price of this shabby little town.
But the wood spirit in front of him looked extremely weak and seemed to be easily subdued. However, he did not dare to do any dark deeds. After all, the average combat power of the wood spirit clan was far higher than that of humans and ordinary elves. This seemingly young boy
A girl will never be inferior to a silver-level warrior.
The gentle smile of the wood spirit suddenly turned sinister, and the mixed contempt and angry murderous intent swept away.
"Are you also a despicable slave owner? Or, what are you going to do to me?"
I don't know how the wood spirit in front of me saw through the dark thoughts in my heart. Debaron was really frightened and quickly denied it.
"No, no, thank you for your support. I am just thinking about how to report to the Grand Duke..."
In the midst of the chaos, the black-haired wood spirit also completed his main task and explained his side's construction of the fortress, saying that the wood spirit clan did not intend to invade, but that the situation was somewhat special.
"A gate leading to the lower plane appeared in the ruins. A large number of demons poured out, and the plane gate was out of control... Damn it, that doesn't mean that this place will be captured by demons sooner or later."
This is not good news. Debaron already regrets taking the initiative to gain military merit. If the demon army suddenly appears in front of him, what can his half-crippled army do?
He is now considering whether to find a reason to run away, but he has made no achievements and suffered heavy losses. Going back in despair is probably the same as dying here in battle. He may not be able to get honor points if he dies in battle. "Noble point"
”.
But the wood spirit named Mu En shook his head, and did not make the most difficult but natural request for Debaron to ask his legion to station here to protect his people.
"Out of control means that both the enemy and us have lost control of the plane gate in this area. Now the gate to the lower plane has become a random legendary gate. Every once in a while, a resident of the lower plane may come up.
, but it is impossible for a large army to invade. In order to prevent these demons from harming the residents of Starwood City, and to block the possibility of demons entering other areas, we built this fortress."
This reason is sufficient. When he heard that the demon army would not come, Debaron calmed down a little. But he felt that there was a lot of tricks in it, but with his ability, he could not distinguish the true from the false... With the knowledge of the Principality of Sara
Strength, even if you know it is fake, what can you do?
Mu En paused before continuing.
"The incident was so sudden that we didn't have time to report it to your royal family. Please apologize to the Grand Duke on our behalf."
Words used in international diplomacy are very particular. "Notify" and "apologise" may seem polite, but in fact, it is enough to inform you. It doesn't matter what you think of me.
"Yes, I took over your land. I'm sorry...what? Do you want me to take it back? Have you woken up from the dream? Saying 'sorry' already means I think highly of you."
When building a fortress in another country, he was so exaggerated and overbearing that he pinched the opponent's neck and asked "Are you convinced?", but after hearing this overbearing "apology", Debaron secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This was his habit.
The great country's way of reasoning. If the wood spirit in front of me really explained carefully, I would have to carefully evaluate the true meaning behind it.
Of course, in this relaxation, is there a mentality of "I can't handle this big thing anymore, let the royal family take the headache". It should be indispensable. Maybe there is also "No one will hold me accountable for such a big thing."
The lucky mentality of losing the battle is really lucky."
As for the rumored treasures and relics? You can't give up. Your own spies and thieves will be sent out, but there is no need to consider the head-on conflict until further information and instructions from higher-ups are obtained.
On another level, his own safety is guaranteed. It is just for the sake of Kok Ling's face. As long as he is near this fortress, it is impossible for the Marquis's rebels to continue to pursue him.
He didn't know that the wood spirit in front of him couldn't read minds, but there was someone on the wall over there who could. His little thoughts had already been revealed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, although it is basically consistent with expectations, but sending such people to serve as battlefield commanders, if they hadn't encountered us, it would be simply sending soldiers to the undead."
I am a little helpless. Although it is a good thing for us that Sarah officially sends such a guy, if we really expect such an army to fight against alien invaders like Heng, we might as well expect Ashe to suddenly resurrect.
"Not necessarily. Although that guy was thinking about himself the whole time, he also graduated from a formal military academy and has some level of war command. As for his selfish, timid, and fear of taking responsibility... aren't all nobles like this?"
Amyra made no secret of her contempt for the aristocratic class, and seemed to have forgotten that she was also born into a royal family. Or, to go even further, she no longer regarded herself as a human being.
In front of Roland, she didn't have to hide her mind-reading ability, she just explained her thoughts as usual. She couldn't even remember when she was seen through.
She had already made psychological preparations to be distanced. After all, no matter how good the relationship was with the former insiders, they would either run away and never see each other again, or they were worried that their innermost secrets would be leaked and simply tried to kill people to silence them. Roland's answer
, but it left her memory fresh, refreshed the lower limit of her understanding, and made her wonder if Roland's head was normal.
"It's such a convenient ability. Then when I communicate with you, I can speak without worrying about unclear explanations, which saves more time and energy."
Lies were meaningless to Amyra. The truth Roland told at that time shocked Amyra more than the seamless lie. He really didn't worry about being read, and even regarded it as a channel of communication.
It’s better to be open-minded or open-minded. Although he is obviously full of bad intentions and is not a good person, Roland has no worries about being seen through by others. This kind of "trust" not only surprises Amyra secretly, but also makes her and Roland's relationship...
Chatting has become her favorite entertainment activity.
"This feeling of being able to be trusted and say what you want can only be done when you are with him..."
But this time, Roland was still full of evil plans to dig holes for people, but Amyra did not hesitate to become an accomplice.
"When will our real reinforcements arrive?"
"It's almost there. If we count the distance, if he doesn't get lost, he should be there in three days..."
"So, we need to prepare?"
"No, his pace is very fast, but if he can come within ten days, it is considered lucky. About two months is the normal speed. This still requires him to insist on leading the way by himself and listen to advice..."
"If we can find him within two months, we are separated by half a continent, so he is not too crazy... Pfft, I understand."
Amyra covered her mouth and chuckled. She had already seen the epic journey across the continent from Roland's instant memory. From this perspective, it was really not easy for Captain Roland back then.
"Well, the first month made him give up and admit that he couldn't find a way. The second month made him fly back even if he reached the end of the world..."
My face is full of pain. This is a lesson made of blood and tears. Road idiots are not scary, and road idiots who don’t look at maps and ask people are not scary either. Road idiots who firmly believe that they are the best wayfinders in the world are really helpless. (
