The huge room is filled with the atmosphere of words. Many documents are stored here and filled with more than a dozen shelves. There is no open fire here, only a cold crystal lamp, which is on an empty table.
An old man from the Ketu tribe is sitting there. He is the old man who guards the information database. This place is very important and cannot be easily approached. Everything about the Wusen Empire is here. You can find everyone's information here, and
News of every grain of wheat coming in and out.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a key twisting, and the old man opened his eyes, and saw Hala wearing a fur coat walking in.
"Lord Hala, you are working so late today."
"Yes, a group of elves have arrived. Hey, we have been very busy these days."
Hala sighed, holding a pile of letters between her folders.
"Oh, that's it. Don't push yourself too hard and pay attention to rest."
The old man said lightly, Elf? He didn’t know what kind of elf. A few years ago, it would have been ridiculous to be able to wear other people’s furs in the winter, but now, God has made a joke. He doesn’t have to be like this anymore.
As before, he was always worried about whether he would freeze to death or starve to death first. As long as he sat in this warm room, he could eat the food he cried about every day.
Things that I couldn't even dream of before have now come true.
"Then I'll leave first. Remember to lock the door when you go back."
The old man walked away for a while, and Hala had already sorted out the documents and walked to the door.
"Oh, okay, be careful when you go back and don't go near the water. There are lizard people there..."
"Grandpa Bo, the lizard people are already our companions."
Harla replied with a tolerant smile. The old man was stunned for a moment, and he realized that he was still speaking in the language of the old times.
"Ah, yes, be careful not to slip when you go back."
"Well, good night."
The door closed, the old man closed his eyes, and sighed softly.
"Yes, times have changed."
You will never hear those warnings again: don’t go near the water, there are lizard men there; when you look behind you, don’t forget your head, there is an old cheetah hiding in the trees; don’t enter the beautiful grass? The scary snake man is waiting.
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Woo~~
A loud horn suddenly sounded, and Lars opened his eyes. It was already dawn. Figures flashed outside the tent. It was very warm in the bed, and he didn't want to get up at all. But without any pause, he pushed away the quilt and started to put on his clothes.
Put on the armor.
Every winter, he always likes to sleep in. The only things that can get him up are his father's look and his mother's feather duster.
But now, without those, he would leave the warm bed.
When the tent was opened, the soldiers were already lined up, but Lars was not included in the combat team? He was in the logistics department.
He saw a familiar figure? A somewhat fat uncle? He was the cook in the logistics department. Lars immediately ran over, followed him, and ran with him.
"What's wrong?"
"There's going to be a war."
"Aren't we always at war?"
"No? We haven't attacked yet, we've just been wasting our time here, and today we will officially attack the city."
The uncle ran as he spoke. He picked up all the pots in the camp and poured the remaining pot water into the fire. The thick white smoke smelled of charcoal.
"Untie it for me, quickly."
The cold made it difficult for his fingers to untie the rope tied to the pot, so Lars immediately went over to help.
"Why today?"
He asked while untying the rope. The uncle was dismantling the shelf. These were all logistical tasks.
"I'm not sure. I heard that the wind direction has changed and it's blowing in the Windy City."
"But what does this have to do with fighting?"
Lars untied the rope and the shelf collapsed.
"This is good for us. The wind can blind them, and our arrows and magic can hit farther."
"Then why are we running?"
Lars asked more and more questions, and the uncle became impatient. He asked the other party to carry the muddy pot and said: "The cannon is coming, don't ask so many questions, hurry up! Get back to the carriage, we have to change positions."
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With the messy footsteps, the battle began.
"attack!!"
A large number of soldiers charged, and countless sharp arrows and flame balls emitting poisonous smoke passed over their heads. From time to time, huge rumbles were heard around them. They could feel the vibrations of the earth, and the loud noises shook themselves.
Both ears hurt. But they did not stop, they kept running. In this chaotic scene, all commands were useless. The commander's voice was drowned by the loud noise, and the order flag was also covered by the thick smoke.
They only knew one thing to do, which was to rush forward towards the tall city wall.
Countless soldiers surrounded the city wall. They saw no siege weapons, only a group of soldiers charging blindly. There were also arrows raining from the sky. Although the favorable wind allowed them to fly farther, in front of the magic barrier of the city wall,
They are just doing meaningless things.
"Haha! They are looking for death."
"I thought the Imperial Army was capable of something."
The commanders were laughing. In their opinion, the enemy's attack was meaningless because they had no way of breaking through their own barrier.
"Let those archers and magicians stop wasting their energy and watch how they are torn apart by the barrier."
Just as the soldiers were watching this scene with a smile, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound, and a soldier suddenly fell backward quickly and fell heavily to the ground with a loud bang. His helmet rolled several times on the ground.
Suddenly there was silence on the city wall. All the soldiers turned around and looked at the place where the sound came from. They saw that the soldier was dead with an arrow stuck in his chest, which killed him.
They still don't understand why the enemy's arrows can pass through the barrier. It is a magic that even the dragon can block. Why are they penetrated?
When they reacted, more arrows and magic came in front of them.
"ah!!"
"Enemy attack! Counterattack quickly!"
"Shoot the arrow quickly!"
"Everyone, get up! Don't huddle under the city wall!! Counterattack! Counterattack! Damn it! Use the pig-head cannon quickly! Quickly!"
The scene became chaotic. The magic cannon was not longer, but more complicated. It had a very swollen barrel that looked like a pig's head, so the soldiers called it the pig-headed cannon, even though it had a grand name: Alexander.
Penetrating cannon.
There were several loud rumblings, and the high-speed moving magic cannon was in a flat shape. It instantly hit the opposite hillside, which was the enemy's camp, but exploded in the air.
Enemies also have magic shields, which is a given.
"Hold the wall! Don't let them climb up! Burn them to death or freeze them to death, what the hell! What are the magicians doing! Defend now!"
The commander cursed loudly, and the situation became worse and worse. The city wall barrier was damaged inexplicably, gaps appeared, and the enemy's attack hit them directly on the head.
At this moment, there was a roar, and the entire city wall shook violently, and all the soldiers immediately lowered their bodies.
I only heard someone shouting: "Oh no! There's a big hole in the city gate!"
Hearing this, the soldiers' expressions suddenly changed, and their morale plummeted.