The Gotham Kingdom was the largest city in the human empire. It could accommodate tens of millions of people, and it was like a small country. The once powerful Empire no longer existed. It was not defeated by the Demon Race, but because of its own reasons, it suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Even the Beastman Zeba had heard of this human empire. They were almost invincible. The Beastman army was known for being brave and good at war, but every time they encountered the Gotham Empire, they were beaten to a pulp. There was also their human hero, who was the nightmare of the Demons.
Therefore, its fall was great news for the demons.
No matter how glorious the history of the city was, it was no longer the same. The people who lived in it were a mysterious race that had disappeared for thousands of years, the dwarves, who were similar to humans.
Now, it was the same as before. The towering walls blocked the path of intruders, and it was impossible to climb over them. The bricks on top of the walls contained magic. It was the most primitive barrier of the city walls, and also the most expensive. The people who built these walls ground large amounts of magic crystals into powder and mixed it with construction materials. They then used a long-lost technology to create bricks that could preserve magic runes.
Countless bricks could transmit magic at an extremely fast speed. The magic could strengthen the bricks greatly, and when multiple magic runes were combined, they could form a complete spell.
Zeba had already investigated the city walls. He knew that he could not rashly challenge this defense. Moreover, there were three such walls. Even if they fought hard and broke through one, there would be two more behind. Moreover, once they entered the city walls, even if the walls outside were broken, they would still be effective. They would then be attacked from both sides.
Now, they had arrived at the kingdom and blocked the east gate and the west gate. The kingdom had three gates, and the south gate was against a mountain.
They were not in a hurry to attack. Instead, they cut down the forest, built barracks, and made messy wooden walls. These primitive defensive measures could give them some cover in case they had nowhere to hide when the enemy attacked. They could also dazzle the scouts in the sky.
Strangely, not only did Zeba's side not show any signs of attack, the dwarves in the city did not have any intention of fighting back. They just closed the gate, and that was it. The orcs stationed outside the city walls hadn't seen any signs of the enemy in the past week. At this time, the food they brought was gradually running out, and the soldiers began to wonder what they were doing here.
The confusion in the army would be dispelled by the commanding general. But now, even Blue, who was the chief commander, was confused. Zeba had told him that they were going to take down the city, but after coming here, they didn't attack even once. He just divided the army into two parts and blocked the two gates. If the enemy appeared, they would send out a signal.
He rode his horse and took advantage of the night to go from the eastern forest to the western side and found Zeba.
"I know what you want to say. Come in."
Originally, Bru didn't want to stay for long, but when he saw Zeba open the tent, he sighed and couldn't refuse.
After entering, Zeba poured a cup of warm wine for him. There was also a plate of meat on the table. They ate and drank like this.
"I just want to know how long we're going to 'live' here."
"It won't be too long, and it won't be too fast either. However, we have to be mentally prepared for a protracted battle."
Zeba said leisurely.
Bru frowned. He really couldn't be at ease like Zeba. After all, there were still hundreds of thousands of his compatriots taking refuge in Yellow Sand City. They could be attacked by the Evil Spirits at any time. They might have been attacked while they were drinking.
"But we don't want to fight a protracted battle. We can hold on for as long as the enemy can. I don't know this city as well as you, but I also know that there are 100,000 fields in it. In these few years, they have enough time to store food. Even if we block them for a winter, a year, so what? They can replant when the snow melts and harvest again in autumn. And we can only pick some wild fruits outside and wait for reinforcements who knows if they will come! "
"Put away your temper, Bru. Try to see when your temper has helped you solve any problems."
Zeba scolded like an elder. Of course, he was an elder. When he became the Demon General of the Orc King Will Thearch Armor, Bru was only ten years old.
Bru lowered his head. It took less than a second for him to go from anger to depression.
"I just want to know why you let me sit in this position. You are obviously the best candidate."
This sentence made it difficult for Zeba to answer. Why? Because he wasn't cut out to be a leader. He didn't have any strength at all. He relied on a little luck and cunning to survive until now. That was equivalent to tearing off his mask in public and letting people see clearly what he was.
He knew that the Orc King needed strength. Perhaps the Human King didn't need to be the most powerful one, but the Orcs couldn't. They worshipped force and only obeyed the strong.
"I don't want to talk about this matter, and I don't think I made a wrong decision. Bru, not all Kings are born to be Kings. You need to train. Compared to the hot-blooded you before, you won't be stubborn and rush directly to the enemy. Instead, you came to talk to me first. Isn't this a huge change that happened to you?"
Hearing this, Bru was silent for a few seconds. Zeba continued, "In everyone's eyes, you are already our King. You have also defeated all the challengers. Doesn't this mean that you have the strength?"
In terms of strength and battle prowess, Bru didn't lose to any of the Orcs. After all, he was the son of a Demon General and had been trained since he was young.
"But I can't forget the people we are supposed to protect. I don't even know where they are. This calms us down and allows us to fight this meaningless battle."
"Don't worry. Within a week, the Wicked Wraiths will have found their location." Zeba thought back to what had happened to him in Little Rock Canyon. Those Wicked Wraiths had come from all directions. He had no idea how they had found him.
"If they had been attacked, our Magi would have received the news. But they still haven't asked us for help. There is only one possibility, and that is that they have already received the protection of the Wusen Empire."
He solemnly vowed.
Of course, as for whether or not this was the truth, he didn't dare say for sure. He also couldn't say how confident he was.
These words caused Bru to see hope. His eyes regained their luster.
At this moment, a soldier suddenly shouted from outside, "Lord! Lord! Reinforcements from the Wusen Empire have arrived! "
Hearing this, Bru shot to his feet. The two of them exchanged glances, immediately revealing smiles of victory.
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