Emperor of Arcane

Facing Matthew's see-through gaze, Macaron felt an inexplicable feeling of horror in his heart.

He seemed to have seen a natural enemy, and life and death depended on Matthew's thoughts.

This feeling is very strange and unusual, just like his past flashes of inspiration.

However, in the past, he was basically able to turn danger around. Although he always had to pay the price of death and injury to the surrounding guards, he could always persist in surviving.

However, when facing Matthew, the feeling was completely different.

Waves of fear surged up in his heart, urging him to run away quickly.

However, Macaron did not follow the instinct of fear and choose to run away or hide as usual.

Because he has no way out!

Noticing his fearful look, Yaya glanced at him curiously, but did not ask here.

Yaya already knew it before he came out.

She just wants to learn more and see more, rather than talk too much.

If you have any questions, just ask Matthew directly.

"interesting……"

Calmly retracting his gaze, Matthew continued to wait for Talling 343 to complete the task arrangement.

343 has no unnecessary nonsense and completes the distribution of teams and leading nobles as quickly as possible.

Matthew can clearly feel that 343 has a special calculation ability that can see the combat effectiveness of each unit.

The seemingly random combination actually has very simple logical rules.

Is it enough?

In 343's view, completing the task is the most important, and the thoughts of these nobles are insignificant.

Under the confident gaze of Schroeder and others, 343 stopped waving and issued the order calmly and indifferently:

"The above-mentioned teams from Region 2, totaling 20,000 people, will be commanded by Lord Harley!"

Lord Harley?

Level 15 high-level peak knight!

The city lord's confidant and steward, the big shot who has been really managing Blood Moon City in the past few years.

Schroeder and others were immediately dumbfounded, they couldn't believe it.

Those barbarians actually attracted Lord Harley to take action in person?

There was a lot of meaning behind it and it gave them a bad feeling.

"Isn't that right? Since Mr. Harley is in charge of the second area, why do you put us in the second area?"

"That is, our soldiers are more powerful in combat, so they should be assigned to the third area, and then take charge of the third area, right?"

"There is no one else left except us..."

"Could it be..."

Schroeder quickly reacted and turned his attention to the silent Dark Moon family army on the other side.

It's them?

There’s an inside story!

Just when they felt a little aggrieved, 343 announced news that made them angry:

"The rest are selected for the third area, led by Baron Larke of the Darkmoon family."

Before they could say anything, 343, floating in mid-air, waved slightly.

The huge teleportation array on the ground lit up.

The more than 30,000 troops in the military camp disappeared in a flash of space.

The huge military camp immediately became empty.

343, floating in the air, glanced at the location of the mage tower and lightly clenched his fist.

"Um...where is this?"

Macaron looked at the square surrounded by three levels inside and three outside, and noticed the burly warning golem and crossbow above, and his mind was buzzing.

"Could it be that the danger I felt just now is here?"

Patting him on the shoulder, Brown looked at him sweating profusely and asked curiously:

"Do you have any grudge against the Gulf Territory?"

"Or have you ever offended Lord Matthew?"

Macaron swallowed and immediately mumbled and shook his head, his eyes full of confusion and panic:

"No……"

Although I don’t know why Matthew “values” macarons, Brown, who is asking for help now, is naturally willing to look down and comfort him and say:

"Then what do you have to worry about?"

"Take your soldiers, we should go out!"

Macaron led the equally ignorant soldiers to clear the way for the Gulf Territory soldiers and watched them leave.

The indescribable aura shocked them, making them feel ashamed for no reason.

Look at people!

This is the real soldier!

Coming out of the teleportation square, Macaron and his soldiers saw a brand new and clean city.

The straight and flat cement road is divided into 4 roads and is wider than the roads in Blood Moon City.

On both sides of the middle road, flower beds and large trees grow side by side.

The sun is shining and the trees are shady.

Distributed on the two outer roads, there are brick and tile houses standing side by side, revealing a neat and uniform beauty.

Looking around, I feel the urge to live here.

There are only a few pedestrians, and judging by their attire, most of them are adventurers.

They were walking in a hurry, coming and going, casting curious glances at them from time to time.

The inexplicable shock occurred when the Gulf Territory soldiers started to advance.

The uniform movements, the powerful momentum, and the majesty of marching on the Central Avenue make people feel heartbroken.

"The development of the Gulf Territory has not taken long, less than half a year..."

"There are many opportunities here, and tens of thousands of adventurers have gathered..."

“All kinds of supplies are available and the prices are very affordable…”

"Soldiers are very powerful. I think they used to be..."

"Don't worry, the battle won't be our turn..."

"I should think about how to study..."

"..."

Clutching Macaron's shoulders intimately, Brown revealed that he didn't know much information either.

As he was talking, he suddenly realized.

When did the Gulf Territory become so powerful?

Just as the two were walking around, Leon walked over with a smile on his face.

Behind him was a column of heavily armed patrol guards, and two warning golems that made Macaron stunned.

"Is this the Gulf Territory? The small village those guys mentioned?"

Macaron didn't fully react until Leon took them into the conference room of the military camp.

Matthew motioned for him and Brown to sit down, opened the map of the east coast, marked the information obtained from 343 one by one, pointed to the outlet of the Silver Moon River near the east coast and said:

"To approach our bay territory from the east coast, you must pass through the outlet of the Silver Moon River."

"We are right at the bottom left. Once the opponent breaks through here, they may threaten us."

"So, we have only one goal, and that is to block them at the mouth of the Silver Moon River!"

After hearing Matthew's words, everyone else remained calm. They already knew the result.

Macaron opened his mouth slightly and asked directly with a blank expression:

"Ah? Are we going to take the initiative? Can we stop them? The opponent has a total of 60,000!"

Noticing everyone's looks, Macaron couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart, always feeling that he would encounter some trouble.

Matthew made a gesture to Beelzebub, who coughed slightly and found a suitable voice to say:

"They won't have 60,000..."

"Because I'm poor and can't afford to support..."