Emperor of Arcane

Several rounds of arrows rained down.

The scattered gnolls fell to the ground.

The enchanted crossbow has an average attack power of 30, and the armor-piercing crossbow has a lethality of +15. It can cause full damage to jackal units without armor.

If you rub it, it will hurt, if you touch it, you will die!

The jackals who rushed forward with arrows were mostly empty, and there were three to four thousand dead and wounded.

The shield-bearing soldiers lined up neatly could see the crazy faces of these jackals with their own eyes.

They stood still, unmoved.

Soldiers holding spears stood closely behind them. The four-meter-long spear shone with a cold light under the sunlight.

Beelzebub had no intention of taking action. When these jackals rushed to a position 50 meters away, he ordered and shouted:

"Defensive formation!"

The soldiers in the first two rows holding crossbows immediately put down their crossbows and ran to both sides of the team according to their usual training.

The burly soldier took off his buckler from his back.

The remaining ones were standing with guns in hand, with the butt of the gun touching the ground and the head of the gun slightly tilted forward.

The spear is sharp and radiates cold light.

The formation change only took a dozen breaths, showing their skillful formation skills.

Every soldier has high morale and no fear at all, only the joy of accepting the challenge.

The densely packed crossbow arrows continued to cause damage to the jackals.

Scattered jackals rushed up one after another.

The first thing they hit was the sharp spear.

It was like a wild beast. It couldn't hide or dodge, and it just bumped into it.

The first batch of jackals who rushed up fell to the ground instantly.

The Gulf Territory soldiers didn't even waste any energy. They hit the spears one by one.

For ordinary soldiers, facing the beast-like gnolls.

There is also the possibility of feeling fearful and being forcefully dispelled.

But the Gulf Territory soldiers were completely different. They were very familiar with fighting these jackals.

Letting these gnolls collide, he skillfully turned his spear, took two steps back nimbly, and got rid of their corpses.

During this process, the prepared soldiers stepped forward to take their positions, maintaining the strength of the overall formation.

Poof!

"Roar……!"

Click!

The jackals howled, the sounds of flesh and blood tearing, bones breaking and tendons snapping, and shrill roars, all layered on top of each other, constantly intertwined.

The Gulf leaders were extremely silent, with sharp movements and tacit cooperation, like precision-operated killing machines.

One after another, the gnolls fell to the ground.

They swarmed up and were pierced three or four times by the extremely penetrating crossbow arrows.

Within a few minutes, thousands more gnolls fell.

Unfortunately, the jackals didn't know how to divide their troops into two sides. They just rushed forward and hit them head-on. Their heads were broken and blood flowed, and corpses were scattered everywhere.

Beelzebub glanced at them coldly, not feeling pity for them, but just remembering a bit of the turmoil of the Scarlet Moon.

One by one, the burly jackal barbarians rushed over with roars.

Beelzebub was unmoved and saw several burly reformed warriors, wearing thick silver-white armor, standing in front of the military formation.

Each of them was holding a machete and lifting a sword high, exuding a terrifying aura.

The jackals who came closer were swept away by them with their hands raised.

Just waiting for a few jackal barbarians to rush forward, these reformed warriors strode forward to meet them.

After only two rounds of fighting, the jackal barbarians were eliminated.

The power they were proud of was nothing compared to the transformation warriors.

Seeing this scene, Schroeder could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the adventurers who were also stunned. He said helplessly to the communicator:

"Have you seen it? The Gulf Territory can easily deal with the enemy that we think is very troublesome."

"In just 15 minutes, nearly 10,000 jackals were eliminated, and the remaining ones couldn't make any waves..."

The lords on the other side of the communicator were somewhat silent.

They never thought that the strength of the Gulf Leadership Army was so strong, it was stronger than they imagined.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Schroeder looked at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and said softly thoughtfully:

"Now it seems that if we can't have spellcasters to support us like the Imperial Legion, then we'd better prepare better weapons for the soldiers."

It is simply a crime to let these ordinary soldiers, who number no more than 1/3 of the professionals, fight against the burly jackals who look like beasts.

after an hour.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The scorching fire engulfed the piled corpses.

The Gulf Territory soldiers rested where they were.

Even though they had won the battle, they did not make any noise or noise and just did various things on their own.

Inspect and maintain weapons and armor.

Routine purification and dispersal rituals.

Check the results and report the situation.

Discussing and analyzing in a low voice, he recorded the shortcomings of his battle just now.

The Arad City soldiers and adventurers who watched from a distance thought they were performing some mysterious ceremony.

Beelzebub led a group of soldiers onto the city wall. Schroeder, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly handed over a storage belt.

Beelzebub checked carefully to confirm that the number of grains, magic materials, and magic plants inside were correct, and nodded to him with a smile:

“A pleasure to work with.”

Before Schroeder could open his invitation, Beelzebub turned and left.

Schroeder, who did not dare to open his mouth to try to stay because of his strong momentum, took a breath and quickly sent a message to Old John on the other end of the communicator:

"The remuneration has been paid, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed..."

"However, we need to purchase a batch of sophisticated weapons and equipment, and I hope the Gulf Territory can send them to us as soon as possible..."

Even though he was prepared in his heart, Old John was still quite happy to be able to kill 20,000 jackals so easily, and said with a little indifference in his tone:

"No problem, we will send it over as soon as possible. Here is the price list, it will be a little more expensive..."

Although Schroeder felt a little distressed when he heard that it would be more expensive, he felt even more relieved.

If these things were too cheap, he would really wonder if the Gulf Collier had any other purpose.

Looking at the sent list, Schroeder touched his beard a little distressedly. After all, he still didn't have the courage to bargain, so he silently sent an order to Old John.

Old John took a look at the order and said in surprise:

"Hey, with an order of 500,000 gold coins and supplies, this Schroeder is quite courageous!"

Alice next to her pricked up her ears, and many thoughts immediately came to her mind.

Is this the Lord's plan?

While showing off your strength, you also sell a wave of Bayland products?

Alice originally thought that the lord would keep letting other territories continue to pay to hire troops from the Gulf Territory.

Old John next to her guessed her thoughts and told the situation:

"The reason why these weapons and equipment are sold to them is to quickly improve their strength..."

Old John returned the order to the Gulf Territory, and at the same time said his final purpose with a smile:

"In this way, they can hold on longer when they encounter greater danger..."

Alice suddenly realized that she had almost forgotten the existence of the Mad Dragon Mystery Lock.

For now, only kobolds and gnolls are affected. It won't be long before stronger dragon-blooded creatures will appear.

At that time, these lord armies that have improved their strength will become a touchstone.

If the enemy is too strong, they can be eliminated in a few clicks.

Then the Gulf leading army will need to collect more information and consider the use of troops...

If the opponent is not strong, the Gulf Territory can allocate its forces more accurately to achieve the best training effect and at the same time show the strength of the Gulf Territory.

Alice has gradually understood that the current weakness of the surrounding territories is simply because the Gulf Territory soldiers are too strong.

You must always be wary of them!

the following few days.

News of the Gulf Territory's support for other territories quickly spread nearby.

Many lords were shocked by the strength of the Gulf Territory.

They were more or less cut off from the Gulf Territory.

They tried to find ways to request direct support from the imperial army, or to follow Schroeder's example and purchase a batch of weapons and equipment.

In this case, a round of technical upgrade adjustments due to the blockade happened to be coupled with a large number of orders, causing all the machinery in the factory to rumble non-stop.

The overjoyed Butler Ralph bought out a considerable part of the weapons and equipment stored in the warehouse to store the latest batch of enchanted weapons and armor.

The adventurers have received a new mission.

Deliver weapons, equipment and other supplies to those lords in need.

At the same time, they can use their subjective initiative to exchange for many good things that the Gulf Territory needs from those lords who are in urgent need of weapons and equipment, thereby obtaining additional achievements and rewards.

In this way, the Gulf Territory obtained gold coins, resources, and a store of new strategic materials.

The adventurers gained gold coins and achievements, and found one customer after another who was willing to pay.

The lords gained safety and saved their territories and lives.

Only kobolds and gnolls were the most unlucky, and most of them became burned corpses.

Scenes like this only happen near the Gulf Territory.

The wider surrounding area ushered in increasingly serious turmoil.

Many small lords, without sufficient preparation, were unable to send troops to clear out the dragon-blooded creatures that sprang out of the wild mountains and forests.

Even the turbulence of the situation in the past two years has attracted the attention of many lords and nobles, causing them to increase their military investment.

However, their efficiency is very low, and quite a few of them cannot even compare to Schroeder of Arad City.

With no choice but to defend the city, they allowed the dragon-blooded creatures outside to wreak havoc.

The town was barely able to defend itself.

Relying on the towering and solid city walls, as long as the lords and residents are not particularly stupid, they can basically defend it.

The difference is just the price to pay.

The villages in the territory were in bad luck.

Wooden walls and low earthen walls could not stop the fierce dragon-blooded creatures that were not afraid of death.

Unless they are some special large villages, they will not be able to resist the increasing number of dragon-blooded creatures.

It only took four or five days.

Thousands of villages were destroyed, and hundreds of thousands or even millions of villagers were killed or injured.

The Eastern Province, the Karl Plain and the Western Province that were previously attacked did not appear particularly embarrassed.

In order to protect the city and territory, they invested more resources in the military.

Most of them can send troops in time to clear out the dragon-blooded creatures that try to gather together.

As long as they can maintain suppression at all times, these scattered dragon-blooded creatures will not pose much of a threat to them.

On the contrary, it is the central provinces that have been sitting back and relax.

Faced with this sudden "precursor", he seemed particularly embarrassed.

This area has the most spellcaster lords because it is closer to Sevendon.

Spellcasters who are usually very confident have become more Muggle-like recently.

Although they do not have many standing soldiers and troops, they have powerful spellcasting abilities.

But in the face of the surging wave of jackals, the killing of more than ten or twenty spells every day can kill hundreds or thousands of jackals at most.

For the huge number of jackals, it is just a drop in the bucket!

Even some advanced spellcasters built mage towers in their territories.

They could only squat in the mage tower and clean up the dragon-blooded creatures that gathered around them.

Such an urgent situation quickly attracted the attention of the Sevington Parliament.

A new round of parliament is convened.

The Sewington Council stepped up discussions on solutions.

However, just like the previous parliamentary discussions, several parties came and went, argued with each other, and the quarrel was very lively.

After all, without the means to instantly eliminate all the dragon-blooded creatures, the resources and troops that Sewendon can free up are limited.

So, which region will be supported first?

Who can allocate more resources?

These naturally need to be "distributed" properly!

Each of them knew very well that the longer it was delayed, the more suffering the people would suffer and the greater the losses caused by the dragon-blooded creatures.

However, no one will choose to harm their own interests!

Anyway, they didn’t know the people who died.

Anyway, most spellcasters can protect themselves.

Most lords and nobles survived anyway.

Who cares if some remote civilians die?

Compared to the noisy Sewenden Parliament.

The discussion in the city outside became even more lively.

In the streets and alleys, in taverns and teahouses.

Many people are reading newspapers.

Around them, a large number of spectators usually gather.

"The number of dragon-blooded creatures is very large. It is expected to reach more than 300 million. It will be a big trouble to get rid of them..."

"That's right, compared to the orcs who gather together to pose a greater threat, the situation of these dragon-blooded creatures scattered everywhere is actually more troublesome."

"As the newspaper said, the town is basically safe, but the surrounding villages are in bad luck."

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's impossible for the local lords to form an army in a short period of time."

"Where are the adventurers? Isn't this the time for them to show off their talents?"

"Look at the Gulf Territory above. Most of the dragon-blooded creatures there were solved by adventurers..."

"That's good, but where does the money come from?"

"The lords collect so much tax every year, isn't now the time for them to pay?"

"Protecting the safety of every territorial citizen is the lord's responsibility and obligation!"

"Just think about it. Don't take it too seriously. Just thinking about a lord who eats, drinks and has fun is already a good lord..."

"So what's bad?"

"Haha, there's nothing to say. Everyone should go back and stock up on food. It won't be long before the price of food will rise..."

"..."

Those who read these newspapers are not just ordinary people, but also a large number of spellcasters.

Most of them disagreed with what was reported in the newspapers.

They're just kobolds and jackals, how big of a storm can they make?

Why not think carefully about what materials they can use in the batch of materials that the parliament is about to send out, and see which experiments they can conduct?

The Congress of Netheril is doing some "cleaning."

They just need to follow with a few spells.

As for the villagers who are in danger, they will "increase" after a while anyway, so there is no need to pay too much attention.

As long as the spellcasters are alive and well, as long as there are more and more floating cities, any difficulties and threats the empire encounters will be "healed" again over time.

Only a small number of people are worried about the upcoming "Crazy Dragon Mystery Lock".

It's a pity that they are small in number and have no right to speak. They occasionally provide some guidance, but are blocked by some invisible force.

Therefore, they could only watch the situation deteriorate day by day and make preparations secretly.

In a towering mage tower.

Hidden in a secret room full of magic circles.

A figure wearing a senior arcanist's robe was sitting silently on a chair.

The surging magic power continued to surge on the surrounding walls.

Waves of obscure fluctuations spread outward intentionally or unintentionally, ushering in the suppression of power around the magic circle.

These unruly energies can be turned into destructive spells that can crack mountains and crack rocks.

At this moment, it is like a sheep, running very obediently according to the established route.

This isn't some horrific experiment.

It's just a "disguise" deliberately created to cover up their tracks.

Of course, sooner or later such a disguise will be revealed.

Therefore, a failed experiment is inevitable.

A subtle light slowly illuminated the dark secret room.

The projection formed by the condensed light outlines the image of a spellcaster with long ears.

After seeing the high-level arcanist, he smiled and nodded to him.

The latter's face was cold, but he responded to his gesture and made a gesture to sit down.

The chair with condensed light appears below the virtual projection.

He slowly sat down, while the senior arcanist continued to wait.

The 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and so on.

Six figures sat in a group, and the dark secret room was brightly lit.

The first elf spellcaster who came over said to Sora who held this meeting:

"According to your request, I summoned four elders. If you have any questions, you can tell them directly now!"

Elf elder!

Synonymous with strength, longevity, and mystery!

Its strength has at least reached the legendary level!

Its age is at least 1,000 years old!

He is at least the core figure of the elf family!

It can be said that every elf elder is a being whose strength and power are no less than that of a great arcanist!

Senior Arcanist Sora was able to summon four elven elders with just one request.

The identity of the first elf caster is at least not weaker than these elf elders.

This is Sewendon, the former heart of the Netherese Empire.

Of course, now the heart of the Netheril Empire is "broken" and divided into many floating cities.

Sora, who heard this, did not speak directly.

Instead, he waved his hand and brought out a magical image, revealing a detailed map of the Gulf Territory.

He also deliberately lit up clusters of bright lights on it, which turned out to be the location of the Bay Territory camp and fortress.

Even if Matthew didn't impose an absolute ban on the Gulf Territory, he would definitely be more cautious if he knew someone was so interested in him.

Sola met a pair of dull eyes and knew that these guys didn't pay much attention to the Gulf Territory, but he still said as planned:

"The Gulf Territory is developing extremely fast, from a small village last year to a large territory with 200,000 square kilometers of land."

"Even an ordinary earldom is far less vast than the Gulf Territory."

"Not to mention, the Gulf Territory is adjacent to the Silver Moon River Plain and the Dark Forest to the north. You can easily expand into both areas."

"It occupies the Silver Moon River and is close to the east coast. If it develops its navy, its development space will become quite large."

"A large archipelago in the east will become their prey..."

"Matthew's thirst for territory is insatiable."

The first elf mage glanced at him and tasted the impatience in his tone. He did not sneer, but looked thoughtfully at the map of the Gulf Territory.

As Sola said, the Gulf Territory is developing too fast.

Now it owns nearly 1/4 of the province's land.

If left unchecked, it will swallow up the entire Silver Moon River Plain and even the dark forest to the north at an alarming rate.

These lands have nothing to do with elves.

But such a lord was born in the Netheril Empire.

Suppressing his development is the only choice for the elves.

The second elf elder who appeared said in a cold tone and tone:

"I agree. He has already escaped the trial of fate twice. His luck has reached a very strong level and must be suppressed!"

Another female elf elder spoke, with a beautiful and moving appearance, but her words were particularly cruel and cold:

"Your prediction has indeed come true!"

"In order to prevent Karthus from advancing further, we destroyed almost half of the Great Plains of Karthus."

"It's a pity that the effect is average, but at least it has slowed down his development."

Catastrophe in the Kal Plain!

It’s the plan of the elves!

Millions of people died, millions of people were displaced, and only innocent people were injured...

Sola raised his head calmly, continued to point to the location of Bay City, and said with a firm tone and tone:

"Currently, the Gulf Territory already has a population of 2.3 million, and it is still 1.8 million people away from its limit."

"I guess you can't spare any manpower now, and simple war methods can no longer affect the Gulf Territory."

"So I hope you will continue to do your part to transport refugees from all over the country to the Gulf Territory as quickly as possible!"

After hearing this, the well-informed elven elders naturally understood Sola's plan.

Even though the Gulf Territory has excellent means of resettling refugees, only young people can create wealth, while the old, weak, women and children can only waste resources.

If you don't take action frequently, you may easily be exposed.

They prefer to send only the old and weak to the Gulf Territory, leaving all the young and strong behind.

By that time, the resources for the development of the Gulf Territory will be "eaten" by more and more old and weak people.

Those mouths moaning in pain were enough to eat the roots of Matthew and Bay Collar.

The elven elders looked at each other and expressed satisfaction with Sora's plan.

No. 1 smiled calmly, waved his hand and showed a map of the entire Netheril Empire. He pointed at a large area of ​​red light and said in a determined tone:

"We understand what you mean, and there's no need for you to beat around the bush."

"Just continue with your previous plan."

"We'll give those guys plenty of guidance."

Elf Elder No. 5, who had never spoken, said in a cold voice:

"The refugees alone are not enough, the internal pressure is not enough to crush Matthew."

"He also has the support of the underground world and the demiplane, and his development of these two places must be similarly slowed down."

"Either we don't do it, or we do it absolutely. Let's just focus on directing the influence of the "Crazy Dragon Lock" to the area where the Gulf Territory is located."

The other elf elders also nodded.

They knew why Elf Elder No. 5 did what he did.

But this does not prevent them from abandoning their usual arguments and working together towards a goal.

No. 1 said in a deep tone:

"Double internal and external pressure is indeed more appropriate than a unilateral plan, so we must avoid it as much as possible!"

Sora had no time to play riddles with them, so he continued in a calm tone:

"The faster, the better. We are about to enter the cold winter. We must first keep more people alive, so the Gulf Territory must consume more supplies."

The elf elder understood what he meant, but he was quite critical of his expression.

Therefore, they discussed the cooperation method with No. 1 for a while, agreed on the arrangement time, and then began to disappear one by one.

No. 1 stayed until the end, looking at Sora very calmly, and continued to ask with some confusion:

"Is Matthew really related to those experiments? Why not get rid of him earlier?"

Slowly closing his eyes, Sola didn't seem to want to answer the question immediately, but continued to say indifferently:

"It's useless to talk more. If we can't solve the Gulf Territory this time, there will definitely be big trouble in the future."

No. 1 was already used to Sora's situation, and said with a firm tone and tone:

"No problem, leave the specific implementation to us!"

After saying that, No. 1 disappeared.

Sora looked at the energy around him that was about to riot, and decisively stopped and started the experiment failure procedure.

The violent and surging power was quickly suppressed and guided.

Except for a small part of the complex energy that was dissipated, the rest was redirected, stored, and consumed by the mage tower.

Sora, who was alone in the room, felt that he still didn't put all his hopes on the arrangement of the elves.

He took out the hidden communicator and considered the words for a long time before sending the message to Larke.

"Prepare!"

Larke on the other side of the communicator looked very excited.

He seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"receive!"

Time continues to move forward without mercy.

In the major territories of the Netheril Empire, more and more villages are being attacked, and the number of people suffering has naturally begun to increase.

At the beginning, the territorial nobles were still willing to support their lives.

over time.

The impact of the Mad Dragon Mystery Lock not only did not dissipate after more than 10 days as usual, but began to become more and more severe.

The lords who want to reserve more resources and gold coins for preparation will naturally not rescue these refugees.

If it were the past.

These refugees will be driven out of the city. After losing their fields and their homes, they will gradually gather in the city.

Form layers of new encirclements!

That is, the slums that are born in every world!

If there are too many people in slums, it will inevitably cause greater unrest, affecting both the territory and the city.

Therefore, when they were at a loss, the news about the Gulf Territory accepting refugees reached their ears, which naturally made them overjoyed.

Only then did they all remember that there were more and more refugees in their territory and there was somewhere they could go.

As for these refugees being sent to the Gulf Territory.

Whether they will encounter pain or torture, starvation or death has nothing to do with them!

As a result, the number of refugees sent to the Gulf Territory is rapidly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What makes these lords even more happy is that.

As some refugees gradually leave, the chaos caused by the dragon-blooded creatures in the territory will suddenly become smaller.

They don't bother to think about the reasons behind it, they just want to get rid of these burdens as soon as possible.

In just four or five days.

The Gulf Territory started accepting 3,000 refugees a day, which quickly increased to tens of thousands.

And, there is far no intention of stopping.

Under this circumstance, the Gulf Territory's movement to purchase food from abroad began to become more and more loud.

In fact, even in the new issue of the Arcane News and the News, news about the Gulf Territory's request to purchase food began to appear.

Under the arrangements of Sola and others, the Gulf Territory purchased very little food.

The food crisis seems to be becoming more and more urgent.

Seeing the results, the other party continued to increase its efforts, even triggering a wave of sending refugees to the Gulf Territory.

The burden of the Lords of the entire Netherese Empire.

They all started to move toward the Bay Leader.

Even the Sewenden Parliament suddenly became "diligent" and arranged a special channel for the Gulf Territory to transport refugees.

In the eyes of almost everyone, the Gulf Territory is a large garbage dump that can collect accidental "garbage".

There were also some lords who arranged some prisoners and robbers in a "bad taste" without identifying themselves.

In the words they discussed among themselves, they wanted to see when the Bay Territory couldn't hold on.

Another rumor began to circulate:

"The whole Gulf Territory is already in a state of hell."

"It's just that the spell caster in the Gulf Territory is a notorious necromancer who is keen on dealing with corpses and death."

All kinds of "propaganda" spread the name of the Gulf Territory.

only. Nothing more than a good reputation.

The Gulf Territory didn't care that much.

The whole territory is busy now.

More than 20,000 staff members who had completed special training were mobilized to participate in the training and resettlement of refugees.

A large number of them are "interns", and whether they can become full-time employees depends on their work results.

How to arrange these refugees!

Asking for 8,000 words.

Asking for a monthly ticket.

rush