Reinforcements? Did he understand what I was talking about? Twain twitched the corner of his mouth. Even if the reinforcements came, it would be useless if they could not get through! Or the reinforcements he was referring to were the main forces that could directly flatten Hermes and cross the ruins of the Holy City? But in that case, it would take more than ten days to prepare for the siege, right?
However, seeing that the other side obviously did not want to continue this topic, Twain tactfully closed his mouth.
One side of the entrance of the Cloud Ladder was on the mountain wall not far from Coldwind Ridge. They drilled into an inconspicuous cave, and when they saw the sky again, they were already in the air. When the air was humid, this path would be covered by layers of clouds and mist. Passing through it was like ascending to the heavens. That was how this path got its name.
But as long as the weather was good, the road was very reliable. In order to dissuade the First Army, he deliberately exaggerated the danger of the Cloud Ladder. In fact, because some businessmen attached great importance to its function of avoiding taxes, they strengthened the collapsed part with planks and wedges, so the risk of people passing through was not high.
In half a day, he took Nail and others to go back and forth three times. Going through the mountain wall, they avoided the rugged mountain road and the checkpoints set up by the Holy City, and at the same time shortened the distance. Therefore, as long as they carried light equipment, it was more efficient than going through the main road.
Twain noticed that Nail had been scribbling in a small notebook, as if he was recording something. But the content in the notebook was mixed with many characters that he had never seen before, in addition to the words commonly used on the continent. This surprised him. A soldier could read and write, and also had knowledge that he could not understand at all. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.
In order to learn accounting and to record the entry and exit of goods, he specially went to a Chamber of Commerce and learned the basic operation of trading at the price of a Golden Dragon. If Nail could read and write, why did he need to fight and kill? Although the army of Roland Wimbledon was extremely powerful, people always died in war, and no one could guarantee that they would not be the next one.
However, from their conversation, he found that literacy and hand-drawing did not seem to be "advanced skills", as if everyone in the First Army could do it.
What on earth were these people thinking?
Twain found it more and more incomprehensible.
By the time they returned to the camp, it was already dusk, but the surroundings of the tent were bustling with noise and excitement. The warriors gathered in groups of twos and threes, discussing something excitedly. Their gazes were all focused on the bonfire in the center of the camp.
"It seems that reinforcements have arrived." Nail grinned.
"I guess so," Uncle Sang said with a smile. "I wonder which acquaintances will come this time?"
"Miss Lightning and Miss Maggie must be inside." The class leader quickened her pace, "Let's go take a look."
Wh-what … Miss?
The reinforcements they were waiting for — were they women?
Tang En could not help but follow the two of them closely. After finding an empty space, he looked at the crowd. In the next moment, he suddenly felt like he was going to faint.
Damn, what kind of reinforcements are they!?
They were clearly a few brats!
Especially the girl whose hair was almost touching the ground. Looking at her round cheeks and big watery eyes, he would believe it if someone said that she was only ten years old!
The others weren't any better. Their arms and legs weren't even the size of a fist. If they were placed on the battlefield, they probably wouldn't even be able to lift a sword, so what use would they be?
That was ridiculous to the extreme. Eh? He suddenly froze and became uncertain again.
One reason was that these girls were far more beautiful than ordinary women. He would not have thought it was strange if there were only one or two of them, but when a group of them stood together, he immediately thought of the special group of witches.
Of course, witches were not as terrible as they were rumored to be. If they were really as strong as the demons of Hell, they would have crushed the church and the human kingdom into pieces long ago. As a knowledgeable businessman, Tang En knew that as long as a Knight wore a God's Stone of Retaliation, he could easily kill several witches. Without their abilities, witches were not much stronger than ordinary people.
However, it was hard to say if another person joined the battle.
Tang En held his breath and focused all his attention on the blue-haired girl.
He had seen her... at the celebration in the City of Evernight. Although she was not the most beautiful one in the crowd, she was the most attractive one. Anyone who saw her once would never forget this woman with a unique temperament.
Edith Kant, the daughter of the Duke of the City of Evernight, was nicknamed the Pearl of the Northern Region.
She could be as beautiful as a flower when socializing, and she could also chop off her opponent's head with a long sword in battle. It was said that her swordsmanship was as outstanding as her facial features. However, the most frightening thing about her was her way of doing things. She was unexpected, eccentric, and impossible to guard against. Those who dared to look down on her just because she was a woman had all paid a heavy price. The residents of the City of Evernight could talk about the rumors about the Pearl of the Northern Region for days and nights.
It seemed that Duke Kant had completely sided with the new king. Otherwise, he would never have allowed his beloved daughter to come to the military camp without the protection of guards. Moreover, judging from the respectful attitude of the deputy battalion commander, Edith was worthy of the title of Pearl even though she had left the Northern Region.
After all, the army led by Edith could even defeat the church.
With the witches, Edith Kant, and a group of killers, they might be able to cause great trouble to the army of the Kingdom of Dawn.
In addition to the "reinforcements", there was another thing that aroused Tang En's curiosity.
Beside the bonfire, there was an oddly shaped iron frame. Its outline was symmetrical, and it looked a bit like a shoulder pole at first glance. Each of its two ends was connected to a frame, and in each frame were three rows of metal cylinders with large heads and sharp tails. Tang En could not tell what material they were made of.
It was just a metal object, but it made him feel a little uneasy.
After looking at it for a while, Tang En finally noticed where the uneasiness came from.
There were nine cylinders as long as a man, and they were almost exactly the same in shape. From the round head all the way to the tucked tail, it displayed a silky and smooth curve!
This detail made his palms sweat involuntarily. Metal was the toughest metal. To bend it into a fixed shape, it must be repeatedly burned and hammered. However, according to the blacksmiths he had met, those who could hammer a piece of iron into a square and smooth surface were already the best blacksmiths.
To hammer a five-foot-long piece of iron into a uniform arc? What kind of superb skill was that?
Then, he would use the same method to make nine more of these things?
Any craftsman in the City of Evernight would laugh at his ignorance.
If they were all exquisite works of art, it would be fine.
However, their grayish-black appearance and the way they were stacked indicated that they were not expensive and lightweight products.
Since they appeared in the military camp with the "reinforcements", it was very likely that they were some kind of special weapon.
However, these weapons, which were supposed to be sturdy and durable, showed a beauty no less than that of a work of art. This strong conflict shocked him indescribably.
Tang En swallowed and realized that he might not be able to call himself knowledgeable anymore.
For this group of people, war had probably become something else.
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