Kalawa's Master Chief, Maurigus has been having a lot of headaches lately!!
As the military buffer zone between Erathia and Diya, "Green Field" is the abbreviation of the newly developed area by the farmers who subsequently migrated, meaning "green and fertile harvest field".
After all, this place is adjacent to the Tularion Forest, the land is fertile, and the food output is not bad. It can be said that the pioneers who do not have to pay heavy taxes have lived an easy life for a few years...
However, for Karava, who is responsible for protecting this place...or monitoring the important forward base in the Diya area to the north, and the most important strategic fortress in the surrounding area besides Harmondale, the task on his shoulders is not easy.
Although there is Harmondale in the east as a barrier to block the raging demons in the Over area, the problem is that compared to Harmondale, Kalawa is far inferior in terms of the size of the garrison and the construction of city defenses. This place
There is currently only an expanded brigade (about 800 people) stationed there, and the strongest one in the stronghold is even Master Chief Morris himself, a third-level veteran. Facing those immortals to the north...or maybe
It's a dead ghost that can still run around all over the place. How can this make the whole army not panic?
Originally, the morale of the army in the Karawa area was not high. A while ago, the monsters in the north suddenly started to move. According to the investigation led by Morrigos himself, it was confirmed that there were a large number of undead monsters in the gray-black death field in the distance.
One after another "migrating" towards the south...
Although it has been basically confirmed that Diya launched the invasion of sergeants, the key point is that there was no response to the message for help sent by Morris!!
"Bang~"
Morris punched the desk hard and said with gritted teeth: "Damn it! The reinforcements from above haven't come down yet!! Are those bastard gentlemen doing things worse than the undead monsters who are dawdling away?
Are you slow? They don’t care about our life or death at all!!”
The ferocious expression on Morrisgues's face made his adjutant tremble in fear. However, perhaps because of his small movement, it reminded the furious Morrisgues that there was someone here, so he reluctantly stopped.
He said the curse he was about to blurt out in the second half of his sentence, and instead said with a dark face: "...Where are the villagers? Has the evacuation notice been conveyed?"
"Report... report to the chief... the notice is... passed on... but..."
"But? What's so good about this?! Didn't you make it clear that what's coming is an endless undead monster?!"
"How could it be possible!! Sir, I swear our people have made it clear! But... but those damn stupid people just cling to their little bit of land and refuse to leave... We can't really say that we have to take out the knife.
Kill people..."
The adjutant also looked troubled, but it seemed that he was more afraid of his superior's anger, so he had no choice but to honestly explain the situation~
"Pioneering lands" like Karava are actually a "shallow" means for the once powerful Erathia to expand its territory bit by bit.
After all, when the country was first founded, Erathia was just a newly settled nomadic people gathered in the Five Lakes area. Later, as the country's power increased and the population expanded, Erathia expanded little by little, and its territory expanded.
It gradually became what it is today.
In the era when the sages and heroes of Erathia were fighting most courageously, such "pioneering" was bound to be supported by powerful nobles, or brave and powerful generals with large armies.
The regular army representing the strength of the kingdom was guarding the area, and a large number of pioneering citizens or refugees followed up, gradually reclaiming the wild but fertile land, and gradually reclaiming the originally boundless plains, grasslands, lakes, tidal flats, etc.
It is the forest that has become a feeding ground that can produce a lot of food...
However, no matter how much the Erathians praise their bravery, no matter how bright and angry the knights of the kingdom are, at least the severely slowed pace of expansion reflects the kingdom's current sluggish development from some aspects... Or maybe
Is it a decline in strength in some areas?
The nobles indulged themselves in lust and no longer worked tirelessly, the soldiers settled for peace and no longer fought bloody battles, and even the supreme man in the kingdom could only count on his fingers how many more days he could live.
How many more days can I linger on that throne...
Yes, the Erathians are still proud, but what cannot be concealed by that overwhelming pride is the great decline in the vitality of the entire kingdom - like Kalava, it is better to say that it is a "pioneering land" than just a
An outpost placed to monitor enemy countries.
It was just to supply the logistics materials for this military base and to reduce the cost of mobilizing a large amount of daily necessities from the rear area, so a group of land reclamation people were brought over "casually".
It's a good thing that there haven't been any serious battles in the Karawa area in recent years. Otherwise, just relying on the less than a thousand soldiers in the Karawa stronghold, I'm afraid this land won't be able to wait for the time to mature...
It's just that although the "land reclamation" part is done too casually, at least the corresponding rules are not too chaotic. On this land called "green field" by the refugees, villages and towns of all sizes have to supply Karava.
In addition to the "military resources", it does not have to bear other kingdom taxes, and even military service is much lighter - because the Karawa base has not encountered any decent battles, so it has not blindly expanded its scale.
Well, after all, if there are more soldiers, then the need for huge military rations will be greater, right?
After a few years of such a happy life, the people in the Green Field area naturally cannot give up everything they have now!
Most of the people who migrated here were bankrupt free people in the interior of the kingdom, or they were brought here as serfs by the army. Apart from everything they have now, if they return to the interior of the kingdom, it is almost equivalent to giving up on themselves.
All property!
Not to mention that spring has just passed and the seedling seeds in the fields have just sprouted, so they will definitely not be able to harvest any food. Even in order to meet the demand for seedlings for their own land reclamation, some farmers with low incomes still borrowed money from others.
Just sown.
If I really give up...
So where is there nothing? You are simply in debt. This is a decision that is impossible to make lightly!
And the ignorant people are basically short-sighted - although the soldiers have come to warn that terrible undead monsters are about to invade here in the near future, isn't the key point that they haven't reached their doorstep yet?
As long as they haven't seen it yet, these farmers who are eagerly looking at the harvest in their fields dare to close their ears and pretend not to hear the wind, rain and thunder outside - besides, if there is really a monster coming, isn't it?
Are there strong soldiers in our kingdom?
The army of Erathia is invincible! The castles of the Griffin Empire are fortresses that will not fall!
Full of such confidence, some rich peasants even cursed the soldiers who kindly came to persuade them to flee, saying that they were soldiers and bandits who wanted to drive them away so that they could occupy their own land...
Hey~
At this moment, in the green field area, the blindness and fluke mentality of fools are performed in various vivid dramas. Except for a very small number of timid and cautious people, there are really not many people who migrate south. Therefore, it is no wonder that Morris
The adjutant dared not tell his parents any details...
But even in a nutshell, how could Morrisgues not guess the current situation?
Failure to defend the border is a serious crime, and the large number of casualties on the territory's citizens is even more serious... It's not a good outcome for both sides. You can imagine Morrisguez's sorrow~
But you have to say that he is confident in driving away the undead army from the north...
Stop making trouble~
With such a large-scale mass migration of undead monsters to the south, Morrisgues didn't believe that they were just skeletons. The "spontaneous behavior" of the walking zombies could be guessed by anyone, and there must be a powerful necromancer controlling it.
And when he thought of the eerie and terrifying undead wizard who played the role of the devil in various legends and stories... Morrisgues suddenly felt a cold current from the bottom of his heart rush to his forehead, and he suddenly didn't dare to think about anything anymore...
"Um...sir...I heard...it seems like a traveling mage has come to us recently...how about we ask him to find a solution?"
"Traveling Mage?"
Morrisgues frowned subconsciously when he heard this title.
The title "Mage" is actually a more rigorous professional title. It refers to the various spellcasters in Brakada who are good at using elemental spells. For example, Erathia's "Monk", Eli's "De"
"Rui", Crurod's "Shaman" and Taitalia's "Witch Doctor" are all spellcasters who have mastered different spell systems.
However, such professional knowledge is difficult for laymen, especially middle- and lower-class people with very low knowledge acquisition. However, Brakada's reputation as the "Land of Magicians" is resounding throughout the mainland, so at least in Egypt
The ignorant people in the middle and lower classes of Lassia always like to refer to all spellcasters as "mages".
As for "traveling mage", let alone "traveling mage". To put it bluntly, they are "magic sticks" who appear out of nowhere and don't know their true strength - yes, using the word "magic stick" to summarize this group is really inseparable.
ten!
After all, all the serious "mages" are real lords, and quite a few of them are even richer and more powerful than the noble lords of Erathia. They are powerful beings called "mage lords"!
Even if you are a formal spell caster, those who have reached the "official" level have such a power that can be called a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people. It is simply an ordinary thing to hire dozens of followers and other things to support you.
After all, the casters are all delicate and expensive. Whether it is for self-protection or for convenience, the more followers the merrier~
And how many of the so-called "hermit masters" are out there walking alone in remote areas?
Most of them just tried hard to become real spell casters, but then they were either limited by talent or financial resources. In short, they gave up halfway due to various reasons. In the end, they could only rely on their flashy tricks to deceive the countryside.
The wild people are cheating and eating...
Really, even Morrisgues is not a noble who is well versed in the ways of spellcasting, but as a local governor, he at least knows a little bit about wild mages. He will definitely find some adventure team to go out with, and rarely does it happen.
He would "travel" alone to a place like Kalawa.
Instead of placing your hope on the other party... haha~ it's better to send another urgent request for help to the rear!
Therefore, after a slight hesitation, Morrisgues did not adopt the adjutant's suggestion. Instead, he took out a letter again and wrote something while saying to the adjutant: "How many horses can run in our camp?
"
"Well... there are still 11 more, but those more experienced horses have been sent out in the first three batches of rescue teams... Sir, why don't we send all these mobile forces away? Let's... let's
Why don’t you keep some for yourself just in case..."
The adjutant's reminder made Morrisgues' men couldn't help but pause... However, he finally gritted his teeth and said: "Go and draw 6 more horses! Divide into three teams, two horses per team... The two teams continue to send south, to Angus
Fort and Vic District to ask for help! Finally... let's go to Harmondale in one group~ If those gentlemen in the south don't care about our life and death, at least... at least the brothers in Harmondale will not ignore our request for help...
…”
"Harmondale? But sir, Harmondale still has to defend against the attack of the red-skinned demons from the east, and even the elves in the north cannot be completely trusted.
Will they...will they send troops to rescue us..."
"Nonsense! It's time now, you have to try it!! Or do you think you are an idiot and have other ways? Here is a letter asking for help, share it all, choose a few smart guys, be sure to hide the letter well
, go quickly..."
The adjutant was urged to do something by Morrisgues, but Morrisgues himself was also a little worried~
How could Morrisgues not think of something that even his subordinates knew?
But at this time, other than searching for rescue as much as possible, what else can he do? After all, Kalawa is not that far from Harmondale. If there are cavalry who can participate in the rescue, maybe...
However, while Morrisgues was still thinking about using up his last chance to seize the opportunity to ask for help, he didn't know that it was also in the Green Field area, not far from Kalawa Castle where he was.
There, there was a pair of gray eyes staring in his direction from afar.
It was a mysterious figure shrouded in a gorgeous blue robe trimmed with gold. Judging from the appearance alone, the body that was not very tall did not seem to have any special power, even compared to some stronger rough guys in the countryside.
Not as good as that.
However, in the visual field of the magic, there is a thick and liquid-like terrifying magic power condensed around the figure. Even the noisy wind around cannot blow it in. I can only avoid the independent figure and run away whimpering~
And in the dusty wind, there seemed to be some broken sound mixed with the current: "Enjoy it... This is your... last time... Hehehehe..."
