Chapter two hundred and ninety eight: war mobilization
"Griffin, you know? Are you one of his people?" Mir took out his ears, and the cannon in front of him began to rotate. As long as the other party couldn't explain the reason, he would fire immediately.
Anyone who sees a strange person running around and knocking on his door in the middle of the night, Mil always thinks in his heart that someone is trying to take advantage of him. For such people, he always uses guns to deal with them.
The weirdo suddenly felt a headache. The alchemist masters he had met before were all very arrogant. He had to at least communicate first to test whether they were real enemies. However, he was turned around by Mir, who had been in the mercenary industry for a long time.
The cannon was pointed at the head.
The pressure is a bit overwhelming...
The weirdo said very quickly: "Yes, I am his subordinate. He asked me to find some talented alchemist masters, and then asked me to give him the promotion potion and create a beautiful world with him."
"Promotion potion?" Mir drooped his eyelids and said in a strange tone: "Are you sure Griffin relied on potions to advance?"
The weirdo vowed: "Of course."
As soon as he finished speaking, the rotary cannon roared, and a huge number of shells hit the ground, chipping away at the ground layer by layer, revealing the steel pipes under the ground.
And the weirdo disappeared long before the rotary cannon fired. Mir didn't smell the smell of blood, so it seemed that the weirdo was not injured.
The loud sound immediately attracted the law enforcement team of the Alchemist Guild.
"What's going on?" the captain of the law enforcement team came to Mil and asked.
"Ah, it's okay, it's just a mosquito bite. It's so noisy that I can't sleep. I have a very bad temper, so...but why are there pipelines here?" Mir directly changed the subject.
The patrol leader turned and glanced at the ground, "This is an underground emergency passage. Now that it has been damaged by you, you need to compensate according to the price."
"Oh, is that so?" Mir looked at it again, and saw that the deep passage could not be seen to the end.
"Okay, I'll pay the money tomorrow. It's too late now. I'm very sleepy." After saying that, he stretched himself.
The training captain did not make things difficult. After all, the opponent was a master-level person who could kill them all in minutes. "Okay, let's go first. Next time, don't use cannons to kill mosquitoes. Just call us."
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"I know, you go ahead." Mir walked back to the house and closed the door.
The lights in the hall were still on, and Qin Feng, who was sitting on the sofa nearby, was also awakened. His eyes were staring at the corner of the wall, motionless.
Mir didn't know why, so he walked behind Qin Feng and whispered: "Sir, you are a weirdo who sells Griffin's promotion potion. I think he is a liar."
"Yeah." Qin Feng nodded lightly, "He just said he was from Griffin."
"Yes, my lord."
Qin Feng's eyes flickered, and on the light screen that Mil couldn't see, there was the figure of the weirdo just now.
I saw him arriving at a fortress-like residence and directly entering the core location, a small house.
He took off his disguise, revealing his furry body, and then he was busy with something unknown, tinkering here and there.
Turning off the light screen, Qin Feng stood up and said, "Come with me."
"Yes, sir." Mir took a small step forward and got slightly closer to Qin Feng.
The ground sank rapidly, bypassing the complex underground pipes, and came directly to the bottom of the castle.
Above his head is the base steel plate of the fortress. Qin Feng gestured to Mir, "Open a hole on it."
Mir nodded and pressed one hand on the steel plate. A large number of red alchemy arrays appeared on it, layer upon layer, and dynamic alchemy arrays appeared in less than a second.
The corner of Mir's mouth twitched, and he turned to Qin Feng and said: "Sir, the other party has set up an alchemical protective array on the fortress, and I cannot open it in a short time."
Qin Feng said calmly: "Then take your time, we have plenty of time."
"No, sir, there is counter-reconnaissance alchemy up there, and we have been discovered by the other party." Mir smiled bitterly.
The pupils in Qin Feng's eyes expanded, and then returned to normal. He wanted to strangle the opponent to death, "Let's retreat."
They dived quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
As for the huge fortress they wanted to explore, eight mechanical feet made of steel sprang out from its body, stepped on the surrounding land, and lifted the entire fortress up.
The moving fortress is like a spider, exposing the place where Qin Feng and Mir were just now.
"No?" In the core room at the center of the fortress, David, the president of the Alchemy Union, looked at the ground in confusion.
"Just now someone clearly wanted to break through the defense of the war fortress, but why was it gone in the blink of an eye? Could it be...the alchemy of escaping from the ground?"
Davis's eyes became dark, and he thought of the recent newcomer to the Alchemist Guild, the Mir whom he had just visited.
"Is there more than one alchemist master there, but why does it need to be sneaky? And they must have discovered my identity, but they don't know the War Fortress, otherwise they wouldn't be so reckless to test me."
"Ha, it's interesting... It seems I need to pay a visit when I have time." David raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his sinister teeth, as if he were a lion seeing prey in the forest.
As the news of Griffin's wanted status continues to grow, mad dog mercenaries are selling information everywhere.
Many small and medium-sized forces began to move around. They found the razed villa, and then found the residence of Daler and others.
Discovering that they were surrounded by city guards protecting them, everyone concluded that the person Griffin wanted had been captured by Dalle and the others.
However, Daler and others have obviously cooperated with the government and are now protected by them.
And no one dared to offend the government, so the original commotion had to slowly calm down.
This news was also known to Griffin who was far away in Frankland.
In the Frankish capital city of Seville, the largest square in front of the government, Griffin stood there looking down at the telegram in his hand.
At this time, he was surrounded by soldiers shuttled around, powerful alchemist masters guarding him, airships flying in the sky, and miserable screams in the distance.
When Griffin finished reading the telegram in his hand, a figure fell from the top floor of the government building 200 meters high.
The moment the figure fell to the ground, it bloomed like a red flower, and blood sprayed into the distance.
He reached Griffin's feet, but he didn't even raise his head to look at the figure. He just smiled at the telegram in his hand.
"So you ran away to Dalaran. So what, you still have to die under my influence. Unfortunately, it is really easy for you to die. But it doesn't matter. I will find your family, friends and relatives.
Let them all accompany you...hehe..."
A huge harpy with three heads flew from the sky in front of Griffin, knelt down on one knee and reported: "Sir Griffin, we have captured the Frankish capital, but the president refused to surrender, so I
Throw him off the top of Government House."
Griffin raised his head this time and smiled with satisfaction: "You did a good job Field, please help me send another telegram to tell people all over the world that I want the family and relatives of the person I wanted last time.
There are also friends. Anyway, just the ones you want to have a relationship with. A living person costs 1 million LE coins, and a dead one costs 300,000 LE coins."
Field raised his three eagle-like heads at the same time and agreed: "It's my lord, your will is our motivation."
When the telegram was sent, all the forces were shocked. A person who had offended Griffin died within a few days?
Also, even if he dies, Griffin still doesn't intend to let him go, and wants to find everyone related to him.
How much hatred and hatred is there.
But the social impact this brings is too great. Those who want to take refuge in Griffin will definitely try their best to find that person's relatives and friends, and those mercenaries who want to get rich don't mind using more brutal methods.
Ways to get bonuses.
For example, pretending to be someone else...
All countries can already imagine what a chaotic situation this will be. In a world that is about to be ruled by Griffin, do those people who are ready to take action still have respect for the country?
They wanted to kill three thousand people without missing a single one, in order to get a good position under Griffin in the future.
Another big event is that Griffin finally occupied the entire Frankish country and is now mobilizing all civilians who can join the army to expand its military strength and prepare to fight a century-old war.
Nowadays, people in various countries are panicked. Although they are actively preparing for war, how many of them are afraid, how many are worried, and even afraid that the people around them will defect to the enemy in the next second.
After all, Griffin's reputation as a fifth-level powerhouse was too great. He could destroy a city with one person and millions of civilians disappeared. Such super power made everyone worried.
Can he do that kind of alchemy again? Will the next time be more powerful than the last time? Will it happen to us?
This is just like during the Blue Star World War, when a country suddenly developed an atomic bomb. With such a super weapon, other countries were allowed to play ball...
But countries think they still need to struggle. What if they can win? Anyway, it will be over if we don’t fight, so why not give it a try?
In the city of Deze, the capital of Dalaran, affected by the demise of the Frankish country, recruitment advertisements are everywhere now, but everyone knows that going to the battlefield means a narrow escape.
As a result, city guards with guns and live ammunition could be seen everywhere on the streets. They searched houses from house to house, and when they met young adults of the right age, they directly picked them up and took them away. All markets and shops were closed, and all supplies were distributed according to work.
Except for children under five years old, everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, must work in factories, and food is their salary.
The entire Eastern countries seemed to be going crazy, accelerating the pace of war.
In the semicircular house of the Alchemist Guild, Qin Feng was sitting on the sofa in the hall, holding two newspapers in his hands. Next to him, Catherine was eating melon seeds boredly.
One was a wanted order for Qin Feng's relatives and friends, and the other was a conscription order.
Not only civilians have to join the war, but also mercenaries and alchemists.
In short, as long as people go to the battlefield, either Griffin will die or they will die.