The large room was filled with the smell of words. There were many documents stored here, filling more than a dozen shelves. There was no fire here, only a cold crystal lamp on an empty table.
An old man from the Ketu race sat there. He was the old man who guarded the information vault. This place was very important and could not be easily approached. Everything about the Wussen Empire was here. You could find information about every person here, as well as information about every grain of wheat that entered and left the empire.
Suddenly, the sound of a key turning could be heard. The old man opened his eyes and saw Hala, wearing a fur coat, walking in.
"Lord Hala, you worked so late today."
"Yes, a group of elves came. Sigh, I'll be busy these days."
Hala sighed. She was holding a pile of documents.
"Oh, I see. Don't push yourself too hard. Rest well."
The old man said calmly. Elves? He didn't know what elves were. A few years ago, being able to wear someone else's fur in winter would have been a ridiculous thing. But now, the heavens were playing a joke on him. He no longer had to worry about whether he would freeze or starve to death first. As long as he sat in this warm room, he could eat food that made him cry every day.
What he didn't dare to dream of before was now a reality.
"Then I'll leave first. Remember to lock the door when you go back."
The old man was in a daze for a while. Hala had already organized the documents and walked to the door.
"Oh, okay. Be careful when you go back. Don't go near the water. There are lizardmen there …"
"Grandpa Bo, the lizardmen are already our companions."
Hala replied with a tolerant smile. The old man was stunned for a moment. He realized that he was still speaking in the language of the old era.
"Ah, right. Be careful when you go back. Don't slip."
"Mm. Good night."
The door closed. The old man closed his eyes and sighed.
"Yes, times have changed."
He would no longer hear the warnings of the past. "Don't go near the water. There are lizardmen there." "Don't go near the water. Don't forget that there are old cheetahs hiding in the trees." "Don't go near the beautiful grass.
… …
Woo ~ ~
A loud horn suddenly sounded. Raas opened his eyes. The sky was already bright, and there were figures flashing outside the tent. The bed was very warm, and he didn't want to get out of bed at all. However, he didn't stop for even a moment. He pushed the blanket away and began to put on his armor.
Every winter, he liked to sleep in. The only things that could wake him up were his father's gaze and his mother's feather duster.
But now, even without those things, he would leave the warm bed.
Opening the tent, the soldiers had already lined up, and Raas was not assigned to the battle team. He was a logistics officer.
He saw a familiar figure. It was a slightly fat uncle. He was the cook in the logistics department. Russ ran to him at once, followed him, and ran with him.
"What happened?"
"A war is about to break out."
"Haven't we always been at war?"
"No, we haven't attacked yet. We've just been wasting time here. Today, we're going to officially attack the city."
The uncle said as he ran. He picked up all the pots in the camp and poured the remaining water into the fire. The thick white smoke carried the smell of charcoal.
"Untie me, quick."
The cold made his fingers clumsy, and he couldn't untie the rope tied to the pot. Russ immediately went to help.
"Why today?"
He asked as he untied the rope. The uncle was dismantling the shelves. These were all logistical tasks.
"I'm not sure. I heard that the wind has changed direction. It's blowing in Windy City."
"But what does this have to do with the war?"
Russ untied the rope just as the shelves collapsed.
"This is to our advantage. The wind can make them unable to open their eyes. Our arrows and magic can hit farther."
"Then why are we running?"
Russ's questions were getting more and more. The uncle began to get impatient. He let the other person take the muddy pot and said, "The cannon is coming. Don't ask so many questions. Hurry! Go back to the carriage. We have to change our position. "
With the sound of messy footsteps, the war began.
"Attack!!"
A large number of soldiers charged forward. Countless sharp arrows and fireballs with poisonous smoke flew over their heads. From time to time, there would be loud rumbling sounds coming from beside them. They could feel the ground shaking, and the loud sounds made their ears hurt. But they didn't stop. They kept running. In this chaotic scene, all commands were useless. The commander's voice was drowned out by the loud noise, and the signal flag was covered by the thick smoke.
They only knew one thing to do, and that was to rush forward toward the tall city wall.
There were countless soldiers on the city wall. They didn't see any siege weapons, only a group of soldiers charging blindly. There was also a rain of arrows. Although the wind made them fly farther, in front of the magic enchantment of the city wall, they were doing meaningless things.
"Haha! They are looking for death. "
"I thought the Imperial Army had some ability."
The commanders were laughing. In their view, the enemy's attack was meaningless because they couldn't break through their enchantment at all.
"Tell those archers and mages not to waste their energy. Let's see how they are torn apart by the enchantment."
Just as the soldiers were laughing at this scene, there was a sudden whooshing sound. One of the soldiers suddenly fell backwards and landed heavily on the ground. His helmet rolled a few times on the ground.
There was suddenly silence on the city wall. All the soldiers turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw that the soldier was dead. There was an arrow in his chest. It took his life.
They still didn't understand how the enemy's arrows could pass through the enchantment. It was a magic that could even block a dragon. How could it be penetrated?
By the time they reacted, more arrows and spells were already in front of them.
"Ah!!"
"Enemy attack! Counterattack! "
"Shoot the arrows!"
"All of you, get up! Don't cower under the city wall! Counterattack! Counterattack! Damn it! Use the pig head cannon! Quick! "
The scene became chaotic. The magic cannon did not have a longer barrel. It was more complicated. It had a very swollen barrel that looked like a pig's head. Therefore, the soldiers called it the pig's head cannon, even though it had an imposing name: Alexander Piercing Cannon.
With a few loud rumbles, the high-speed magic cannonballs were in a flat shape. They instantly hit the opposite hillside, which was the enemy's camp, but exploded in the air.
The enemy also had a magic enchantment. This was natural.
"Defend the city wall! Don't let them climb up! Burn them or freeze them to death, damn it! What are the mages doing! Defend! "
The commander cursed. The situation was getting worse. The enchantment on the city wall was inexplicably damaged. There was a gap, and the enemy's attack directly hit their heads.
At this moment, there was a loud rumble. The entire city wall shook violently. The soldiers immediately lowered their bodies.
Someone shouted, "Not good! There is a big hole in the city gate! "
Hearing this, the soldiers' faces suddenly changed. Their morale fell.
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