Chapter 713 712 Murphy’s Law once again perfects the Brass Fortress
Chapter 713 712. Murphy’s Law is once again perfectly performed in the Brass Fortress~
The Brass Fortress is blockaded by unknown forces.
It seemed that communication from here to the outside world was completely blocked overnight, and smoke clouds like sea fog floated around the entire Gorgon Pass. It would not hurt anyone, but just entering it would be like walking into a maze.
On the first day of this blockade, the Elf Rangers sent out scouts to try to get through the smoke, but the results were very disappointing.
They can't get out.
It would always go around and back to the blocked area from the same side. After several attempts, such an operation was stopped by the top management. Even if a few people were missing, it was not the most terrifying thing. What the commanders were most afraid of was
These scouts will bring other "things" out of the smoke.
The people who gathered to defend the gnolls in the Brass Fortress were all elite soldiers. These people had extraordinary experience. Lord Paying in Port Shard said that he had seen similar things in the Sea of Mists. The Elf Ranger General Felosia...
Ms. Emma Gill has actually seen the same evil fish-man creature.
Not only her, but the commander of the Songhai people here, "Priest Lieyang" Wumeng, also knows a lot about this thing.
They have always believed that the appearance of these smokes represents the presence of evil forces lingering around. Although it is not stated explicitly, everyone actually knows that this is caused by the shadow of the subspace.
Whether they are elves or Songhai people, they all belong to the kind of immortal species that are particularly capable of living. Their kingdom camp knows a lot about subspace, but just like calling that villain in a certain world, who in the normal world would put it like that?
What about having such a nasty and dangerous name on your lips?
And the most important thing is that the relationship between the elves and the Songhai people has never been good, and it can even be said to be close to hostility.
The owner of the Brass Fortress and the Supreme Lord of the Brass Dwarves, Hadran Earthhammer, did not even dare to arrange the two groups together, lest they fight first. In this case, let alone sharing intelligence, no
Giving guidance to the wrong person is already a big help.
But the human defenders in the Brass Fortress suffered.
This group of short-lived human soldiers didn't know much about subspace. Even after everyone else understood the current situation, they were still kept in the dark. No one came to explain to them.
The human soldiers became more and more anxious.
Especially when the Brass Fortress has been closing its doors and implementing martial law in recent days, the ordinary soldiers being ordered to stay in the barracks are almost like being in solitary confinement.
The commanders of both sides have been trying their best to appease the soldiers. The only good news is that the two human legions are truly elite and highly organized. They also know their responsibilities and risks in the Brass Fortress, so there has not been a large-scale uprising yet.
of chaos.
But if things continue like this, things may start to change again.
On the seventh day of martial law in the Brass Fortress, a dwarf guard came to inform the commanders of the two armies to go to the throne room for discussion. This made Brigadier General Padru of the Plantagenet Kingdom and Major General Misoyan of the Nordtov Kingdom
Immediately realized that things might have changed again.
Logically speaking, the Plantagenets and the Yankees have never been friends, but in this situation, both sides are at least humans, and they have a unified stance when communicating with foreigners, so they followed the dwarf guards on their way to the throne room.
, the two generals began to communicate privately.
"These foreigners don't regard us as trustworthy companions at all!"
Major General Misoyan touched his well-kept mustache and whispered to Brigadier General Padru, who was wearing a knight's armor next to him:
"They all know what the damn smoke is about outside. When my guards went out for a walk, they heard the elves hiding together and whispering. But you see, it's been a week and no one has come to help us.
Explain this incident and the current situation."
"Who says it isn't?"
Brigadier General Padru, who was wearing a knight's armor and holding a helmet, and had short blond hair, was younger and more daring to speak. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the treatment of himself and the soldiers, so he deliberately responded in a rough voice:
"Next to our barracks is the dwarves' infantry camp. I can hear them preparing every night when I sleep. The noise makes me unable to sleep at all. I sent someone to ask, but the other party told me that there was no military operation at all.
.
This is a fool!
If you don't want us humans to stay here, wouldn't it be better not to let us in in the first place? This attitude is as annoying as this city that is always quiet. If I had known that we were suffering like this here, we would have been
It was time to respond to the invitation of the famous third lord and go to the headquarters of the Blood Alliance Knights to help.
Maybe you can get better treatment."
"Tsk, are you talking about Yvette Riad, Lord of Cappadocia?"
Major General Misoyan glanced at his foreign counterpart with a strange look, and he complained in a low voice:
"That lord is indeed living a good life, but did she actually invite you?"
"?"
Brigadier General Padre was shocked when he heard this. He exchanged glances with the Yankee Major General, and then the two men sadly discovered that their fantasy of being immersed in their "masculine charm" was ruthlessly exposed by the cruel reality at this moment.
The third lord of the blood alliance probably didn't invite them because of their charm. He originally thought he was a sea king, but after a long time of doing it, he couldn't even be considered a fucking water ghost! At best, he belongs to the category of "drug scum".
Blanch!
When the two generals were in some kind of silent embarrassment, the dwarf guard leading the way replied quietly:
"Brigadier General Padre, you did not receive wrong information. There is no infantry battalion of our dwarves next to your barracks. There is a warehouse and utility room there. No one deceived you!
Maybe you are hearing hallucinations?"
"Impossible! There is the sound of soldiers running and armor clashing every night. I have been in the army for more than 30 years, and it is impossible to distinguish this sound."
The brigadier general of the Plantagenet Kingdom obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with him. He still felt that the dwarves were fooling him.
But Major General Misoyan, who was younger, older, and more experienced, narrowed his eyes. He reached out and pulled the slightly irritable Brigadier General Padru, signaling him to keep quiet for now.
The two human generals quickly passed through the dwarf trading area, which had been desolate due to martial law, and arrived at the throne room.
What surprised them was that even though the fortress was under martial law and the dwarf trade area was deserted, the noise and hustle and bustle of this mountain fortress still didn't improve much, making people wonder where these noisy sounds came from.
The surrounding dwarves seemed to have adapted to the strange conditions in their city long ago, and they turned a blind eye to it.
The throne room was already filled with senior commanders from the fortress. The two human generals were the last to arrive, but no one expressed dissatisfaction.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Lord Hadran, who was sitting at the top, waved his hand haggardly, signaling the meeting to begin.
The silver dwarf earth priest next to him immediately stood up from his chair and said loudly:
"I invite you here today to discuss how to deal with the mist woven by the subspace atmosphere outside the fortress, as well as the increasingly wild snooping and attacks on Gorgon Pass by the jackals this week."
"etc!"
The human brigadier general said loudly:
"Before the discussion, could you please explain the current situation to us poor humans? What is the mist woven by the breath of subspace? Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing in advance?"
"Um?"
This question made the Supreme Lord dumbfounded. Lord Hadran said in surprise:
"Are you two joking? We have had three meetings in the past seven days, and you two attended each time and made many constructive comments, etc.! You said this is your first time coming to a meeting?"
"Fuck, something happened."
Major General Misoyan rubbed his brows with a headache and explained:
"This is indeed the first time that Major General Padre and I have been invited to attend a military meeting. We have been staying with our soldiers for the past seven days. So I am very curious, who did you hold the three meetings with?
"
"Is it confirmed that there are three meetings?"
The ranger general sitting on the left hand side of the Supreme Lord, wearing a silver moon mask and carrying a bow like a lit silver flame, said in a hoarse voice:
"Why do I remember only one such general meeting?"
"I remember it was twice."
The halfling mechanic who was in charge of military logistics in the fortress flicked off his engineering glasses with some surprise, and said in a sharp tone:
"I also took the minutes of the meeting. Let me see that it was twice. Yes, in the past four days. Wait, you just said that a week has passed? No! My time clock hourglass shows that it has just passed.
Four days.”
"Obviously, the atmosphere of subspace has affected all of us, so much so that we have had great problems with our perception of time and space, and even the fabrication of some chaotic memories."
Sitting opposite the elf ranger, the tall Songhai general wearing a golden crown with the Holy Emblem of the Burning Sun said in a low voice:
"For example, the issue we discussed this time, if I remember correctly, is the fifth time we have discussed similar issues, and what I am more worried about now is the people who exist in this throne room now.
Including me.
How many of them are ‘real’?”
"Don't you Songhai people worship the Creator and claim to have the highest resistance to subspace pollution among all mortal races?"
The Ranger General said coldly:
"Aren't you able to judge the authenticity of what's around you? Your Excellency Wumeng."
"I don't carry the relics of the Creator, and I lack the sacred power of creation. Here I am just an ordinary Songhai person far away from my hometown. Even the sunshine hates this place. The power of the blazing sun is obviously not enough to dispel the current haze."
The questioned Songhai general responded solemnly:
"But in my memory, the Brass Fortress is a holy place belonging to the Mother Goddess of the Earth. It is protected by the divine power from Ms. Gaia. The invasion and penetration of subspace should not be so easy. So, who is real and who is fake?"
unconfirmed.
However, when it is obvious that this place is no longer blessed by Mother Earth, those who are still claiming that Gaia protects this place and trying to confuse the public are definitely having a problem!"
The next moment, everyone present looked at the silver dwarf priest next to the brass dwarf supreme lord.
He tried to explain with some panic, but after seeing everyone draw their weapons, he gave up this futile cover-up and replaced it with malicious sarcasm as the smoke dissipated:
"That's right, Songhai people, you have identified the problem for the seventh time, but I am curious, how long can you protect your mind? Guess, is what you see and hear next is true?
"
"Shua"
The scene in the entire throne room changed drastically in the next second. The originally peaceful meeting was torn off its pretense in an instant. Brigadier General Padre, who was full of energy just now, was lying on the ground, his body stabbed by three broken spears.
He wears it, and has long since lost his breath.
Major General Misoyan covered the wound on his waist and gasped with a pale face.
All the commanders around him were injured, and even Lord Hadran Earthhammer was holding Gaia's sacred object, the Power of the Earth, and breathing deeply on his throne.
"How many times has this happened? Damn it!"
The human major general asked with difficulty. The Songhai general who had one of his arms cut off gritted his teeth and glanced at the thirteen blood marks on his leg. He said:
"The thirteenth time. Probably, I am now. Frankly speaking, I am not completely sure. The true vision given to me by the Creator has been blocked by filth, and I am no longer pure."
"Now is not the time to talk about this!"
The only ranger general still standing was holding a mechanical war bow as tall as herself. Her feet were covered with the corpses of armed kobolds and jackals, and some strange ratmen were burned further away.
's skeleton.
She said hoarsely:
"How long until the next vision strikes?"
"No one knows, it's happening more and more frequently."
The Brass Dwarf Lord said:
"Are we going out again this time?"
"Of course! Our soldiers are still outside fighting against the rat people and those damn barbarians who dug up the ground and rushed into the fortress. We can't give up on them. Now the area above the fortress trading area is still in our hands, and we can still hold on!
The premise is that no more people can be confused by the illusion of subspace.
One tragedy for Brigadier Padre is enough."
Major General Misoyan spat aside a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said with a somewhat desperate wry smile:
"Who the hell would have thought? While the Black Flame Pass is still supporting us, the Brass Fortress will fall first. What is going on with you dwarves? Why didn't Gaia even say hello when she abandoned you?
We were almost caught off guard and pulled into a desperate situation.
Damn it!
This battle was really frustrating."
The Supreme Lord remained silent, but in fact everyone present knew the answer.
The elf general glanced at him and said:
"We've reached this point, aren't we going to destroy those Burning Gold? We already confirmed during the first big riot caused by the illusion that the breath of subspace penetrated through those Burning Gold ores.
It is indeed harmless in itself, but once it is piled up in large quantities, problems of one kind or another will occur.
I remember our Elf King clearly warned you!"
"Gaia has abandoned us. Without those burning gold as explosives, how can we resist the covetous jackals and their lunatic minions outside?"
The dwarf lord shouted:
"The current frontline is maintained by the iron-hearted warriors of the Brass Fortress. The only reward they want is the priceless gold. I have promised all the wealth of my kingdom to my people, my people
After accepting the employment of burning gold, even those greedy miners picked up their mining picks and fought for us!
Oh my gosh, can you think about real issues?
We cannot destroy the burning gold now, it is the stored expensive things that are maintaining morale, otherwise this fortress will be destroyed in an instant!"
"When you pile up those gadgets from subspace in your warehouse, when you choose to burn gold and stay away from the teachings of Mother Earth, this fortress is finished!"
General Songhai, who had lost his arm, used his curved sword to prop up his scarred body. He said with disgust on his face:
"What you are doing now is just drinking poison to quench your thirst. The sun is shining brightly. I can't imagine that you were not like this a hundred years ago. Now your people actually want money from the king before they are willing to fight for their homeland?
You are done.
Even if the jackals don't destroy you, you will be finished after this battle.
Keep guarding your wealth, High Lord.
My soldiers and I are leaving this fortress of despair.
This place is simply a tomb filled with gold. We have more hope of going out to fight guerrillas with those stubborn shield dwarves than staying here."
"Well said, Songhai people, so good that I have almost forgotten your identity as a Songhai person."
The Ranger General also shook his head and said:
"I have ordered my rangers to break out. We will continue hunting in the mountains south of the Gorgon Pass. If you can't hold on in the north, we can help you. But remember not to get close to the fog. We
