The silver coins shouting for help are emitting golden light, and the golden light is shining quickly, but there are some unreal "gold coins". The power of money has confused the eyes of many people.
When someone couldn't resist the temptation and bent down to pick it up, the silver coins immediately swung out a big bag angrily and smashed the other person away like a hammer.
"You dare to steal my money!?" Yin Coin said viciously. He looked less like a cautious businessman and more like Ange who had his vegetable field burned.
However, there are too many enemies, and there are many tough-minded people among them who are not fooled by the power of money at all. On the contrary, because of this, they regard silver coins as a threat and focus their firepower on him.
An erosion arrow was shot from behind the crowd. It first shot high, passed over the crowd, then turned sharply and fell, hitting the silver coin.
"Accept the erosion of death!" Seeing that he hit the target, a necromancer in the enemy formation shouted fiercely.
Corrosive arrows are like a kind of flesh-eating and bone-eating torture to living people. If the death energy carried by corrosive arrows cannot be purified quickly, the flesh and blood will continue to be corroded until death.
I thought that the silver coin would peel off its skin even if it was not dead, but the necromancer saw that the silver coin was patted casually, and the erosion arrow was gone... gone?
"How is it possible? Such a living person is not dead, and the erosion arrows don't hurt him?" The necromancer's eyes widened in disbelief, and he fired a few more erosion arrows.
Seeing that the silver coins were still arrows of erosion, he didn't bother to pay attention and let them fall on him.
The necromancer fired another breath of death arrow.
This doctrine would otherwise be pierced. The silver coins picked up his big money bag and scattered the arrows of death's breath.
Curse, Whip of Rot, Sleep, Soul Shock!
The necromancer kept trying various necromancy spells, but they basically didn't work. He was so angry that he pushed aside the followers in front of him, faced the silver coins, and shouted loudly: "Little dwarf! Look at my eyes."
Looking over at the silver coin, the Necromancer's soul struck...
But when his soul blast passed, what he bumped into was a stronger soul, looking down at him condescendingly.
"You...how do you have a soul?" The Necromancer only had time to think of this idea before he was knocked down by the stronger soul.
His body fell back as if struck by lightning, his eyes bled, and he fell to the ground dead.
Soul impact is so dangerous for living people, especially when a mortal body is used to impact the soul of a god.
Yin Coin blinked in confusion. He felt something impacted his soul, but it didn't cause any harm, so he quickly put the matter aside.
The group of people fought and retreated all the way back to the manor of the Marquis of Fevreux. The Marquis of Fevreux, who had been slashed in the crotch, limped at the front.
After resisting at the gate of the manor for a while, the courtyard wall was breached by the enemy again. They had to fight and retreat, and retreated to the cemetery, using the terrain of the cemetery to resist.
"What should we do? We are doomed." Marquis of Fyvoir panicked and became restless.
Yin Coin said calmly: "Don't panic, adults will come to save us."
After saying that, I added in my heart: If the distance wasn't too far, the adults would have come here long ago.
"Will...will it happen? Will the adults come to save us?" Feiwo, who was not familiar with Ange, asked anxiously.
"Yes, definitely yes. By the way, who is the person who attacked us?" Yin Coin asked.
"Who else could it be? Count Gula, the president of the Grain Chamber of Commerce, the most powerful person in Beifeng City besides the city lord." Feiwo said.
Yin Coin blinked and said in confusion: "You are a marquis and he is an earl. He is more powerful?"
Marquis of Fevoir rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "I, the Marquis, paid for it, and his count was made by typing. How can it be compared?"
There is no such thing as a royal family in this world. The lord of each main city is a prince and has the qualifications to be entrusted with titles. The title system is very loose.
Often the marquis in this city is not as powerful as the earl in another city, and it is even more unreliable to spend some money to upgrade his title.
Count Gula has several grain chambers under his command, which mainly deal in bulk commodities such as grains, oils, rice and noodles. They have a large number of people and strong troops, which cannot be compared to a short-term Marquis like Fevo.
"So, they cut off the road to create panic, raise food prices, and force others to withdraw from bidding for the city master?" Silver Coin analyzed.
"It should be so. Raising food prices may be secondary. It creates an urgent situation and scares away other candidates. No matter who takes the position of city lord, he will have a headache. Business routes are cut off and food prices are high.
The situation, if you ask yourself if you are not capable of solving these problems, you will definitely withdraw from the election."
After Feiwo analyzed it, he suddenly said: "No wonder I asked a few familiar guys to hint this time, but they didn't express their opinions. They knew that the opponent was Gula Bald."
"Bald?" Yin Coin's attention was instantly diverted.
"Yes, Count Gujie wears a high hat all year round, no matter how hot or cold it is, because he has a bald forehead." Feiwo said with gloating.
The profiteer spirit of Yin Coin was immediately ready to move, and he couldn't help but want to attract business: "Long hair, our beauty gods are the most professional."
Forcibly suppressing this impulse, Yin Coin continued to ask: "How many people does Count Gula have under his command? Are there any strong men?"
"Yes, he has at least two eighth-level magicians, three senior swordsmen, and a pharmacy warlock under his command."
Silver Coin waited for a long time and found that Feiwo had stopped: "No more? That's it? Isn't there any sword master, arcane magician or the like?"
"How is that possible? If he could subdue such a strong man, why would he still be staying in Beifeng City? He would have gone to the Anxi Plain to work for the Undead Empire." Feiwo sneered.
Parthian plain?
After chatting for a while, there was a commotion outside the tomb, as if the enemy was mobilizing.
Silver Coin looked out and saw a warlock handing out bottles of red potion to the enemy's swordsmen.
Feiwo's face turned pale when his head came out: "It's over, it's over, Gula's pharmacists are here, we're done."
"The pharmacist comes as soon as he comes. What are you afraid of? The pharmacist has no fighting power." Yin Coin said in confusion.
"The pharmacist has no fighting power, but he has potions. He is dispensing bloodthirsty potions. Mr. Silver Coin, when will you come?" Feiwo asked urgently.
"It's coming, it's coming, it should be coming soon." Yin Coin didn't feel very confident in his response. He would definitely come, but the enemies had already given out bloodthirsty potions. Can they withstand Ange's arrival?
Feiwo said worriedly: "The city gate must have been robbed by them. I'm afraid that even if you come, you won't be able to get in."
As soon as Feiwo finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of a fan in the air. The little yellow dragon's nose was bubbling, it was foaming at the mouth, its tongue was flicking out, and it dropped from the sky with Ange on its back.