The feeling of sunlight shining through his eyelids into his pupils made Eleni gradually regain his consciousness. He opened his eyes drowsily and subconsciously wanted to raise his arms to cover himself. A stinging pain came from the skin on his hands.
It made him feel tight in his heart.
He wanted to take a look at his surroundings, but found that his neck was extremely sore, as if he had been shaking his head all night. He took a breath of cold air, protected his neck, and then realized that he was not
Being tied up, you shouldn't have to worry too much.
What happened last night reappeared in his mind. All consciousness was interrupted after seeing Leonardo's face, which made him feel nervous: "Is there something wrong with Leonardo? Why did he treat me like this?"
, Who does he want to seek refuge with?”
Only then did he feel regretful: "It's broken, the situation is unknown, I should pretend to be fainted for a while and then wake up."
"Father, you wake up!"
A slightly reassuring voice reached his ears, and he finally opened his eyes with real peace of mind. He held his head, turned his head hard and looked around to confirm that the person next to him was his son, and then he tried hard to
sit up:
"It's you, Marle. Where am I? What happened? Why does my whole body hurt so much! Didn't Leonardo come to pick me up yesterday? Why did I lose consciousness?"
"It happened the day before yesterday. Father, you have been in coma for two days. Leonardo brought you here with his people. You are now at the Third Knights' station in the Western Hunting Ground. It is safe here, don't worry.
Leonardo said a lot, don't worry, I will tell you slowly."
After Mahler told the king all the analysis that Leonardo had told him, Elleni was briefly happy for a moment, but when he calmed down and thought about it, he immediately showed a look of no joy.
, and even started to worry.
He pretended to be casual and asked: "Who planned these? Svito?"
"No, it's Bolu, the blacksmith alchemist from Hongshan. He has never been to the royal capital, so my father may not have any impression of him. He is the one who blew up the Finistere Wizard Tower before."
"It's that little guy. I know who he is, but I've never seen him before. How old is he, and he can think so thoughtfully? It's true that heroes come from young."
Before he could finish speaking, he insisted on sitting up, with a sullen face and lowered his head, looking at his cheerful and silly son, and thinking in his mind.
"Isn't it the tradition of alchemists to just make things without asking for their uses? Why did he come up with an idea for Svito against the norm? What is his purpose? No, what other purpose could he have? What else could he have besides the throne!
I didn't expect that there is an alchemist who is interested in the throne? Let me think about it, his relationship with Leia seems to be very close? Yes! This is his design! He can actually find out about Leia's movements.
, he was able to lurk in, and let him do it! What a scheming, good method!"
The king lowered his head and made these calculations, which further strengthened his understanding - in his mind, alchemists were the gloomy, flattering flatterers he had seen, who would even unprincipledly frame their companions in order to win the appreciation of the nobles.
It is composed of gangsters and can be said to be the lowest moral level in this continent.
They create all kinds of strange tools with no bottom line for the nobles they want to please without any moral pressure. They sell poisons, build traps, fabricate evidence, and even make magic pills!
Although I heard that he was Lang Dao's student, there had been no large-scale projects in the capital for a long time. So he didn't know much about Lang Dao, let alone his students!
To be fair, it is not difficult to understand that a great conspirator emerges from such a group of alchemists.
The king breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he discovered it early. Now that he has taken precautions, he can still deal with it. At least, he doesn't have his own army yet.
"Now he has no power and can persuade Svito and Leonardo to carry out his plan. Moreover, he is also an alchemist. If he has a bad intention and tamper with the things I use, I will
Isn't it life-threatening? If I die, who can control him?
Are alchemists so smart? How old are you? You can see the development of things so clearly. I am afraid that my stupid son cannot beat him!"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that things were not simple. Such a smart little guy could now persuade Svito and Leonardo, and he felt that both of them were no longer absolutely reliable. He sighed in his heart.
:
"Even these two old guys who used to be reassuring will be persuaded by outsiders and become unreliable."
Not only did he want to abduct his beloved daughter, but he also destroyed his trust in his old subordinates and old friends! He couldn't help but feel that Polu was starting to look hateful, and he wanted to kill him quickly!
If Polu knew what the king was planning, he would definitely yell: "Who wants your broken throne? What's the use of a throne that can't even organize a standing army? Come on, don't disturb my farming! Give me some time to organize some spare time."
Bring the food!"
However, at this time, Polu didn't know that he had been attacked by a cauldron from afar, and he was arranging the installation of a strange weapon.
Due to the limitations of resources and technology, he has completely given up on himself. This time he found a solution to the problem from those simple, crude, crazy and effective doomsday weapons.
He stood at the dock, watching the workers hoisting large pipes as thick as buckets onto the boat, when he suddenly heard someone calling him:
"Bolu!"
He quickly turned around and saw Edith running into the dock in a dusty state.
"Ah! You're back. Are you all okay?"
"What can happen? They can't catch us in the grassland!"
"How is it going?"
Edith looked serious: "We counted more than 40 giants, including the military camp and the ruins of Bashkorto. There are no such things as hills to make up the count. They all seem to be the same."
Veterans. 24 frost giants. Yes, we have distinguished them from their various characteristics. There are no duplicates. At least 24! Just a lot more! 16 fire giants. Their armor has symbols and there is no mistaking them.
, there are still 3 cloud giants left."
She looked a little worried: "There are more than 20 military camps here, and they have brought about 30,000 servants. Once so many people are scattered on the flat ground, we may not be able to reach the shooting range. Can you do it?"
This formation is a formidable fighting force. Based on my understanding of them, the entire giant tribe along their southeastern line may be outnumbered."
"All of them are here? It can't be because Bashkorto is too fat. These people came here from behind and want a bite, right?"
Polu smiled indifferently: "Anyway, this is the case, we can only find a way to fight. If there is no other way, we can only surrender. Depending on the giants' intentions, the workers will definitely survive. As for me, I will probably
I went to your place to take refuge."
“Your words are always welcome!”
At this time, Edith noticed the huge steel cylinders that looked like sausages that were being pushed into the pier by trolleys. She patted them curiously: "What are these?"
"Instead of bombs... this is the stepping stone."
Bolu, who was a little distracted, quickly said seriously.
"It's too stupid to rush into the garrison area. I thought of a way. Although the cannon still doesn't work, this one has been successful. It's just not very accurate."
He reached out and touched his thigh. The thigh that had been hurting for a long time seemed to be aching again.
"Have you had hemorrhoids for a long time? Looking at your actions, do you think you have hemorrhoids?"
"What are you talking about!"
Bolu was furious!
"Hey, don't humans often have this problem after sitting for a long time? It's a natural phenomenon, don't be shy!"
Seeing Bolu's angry eyes, Edith quickly changed the subject.
"Is the cannon hopeless?"
"Who said that! I already know what's wrong! I'll make the fuse when I get some time!"