Emperor of Arcane

When the news that the Japanese pirates would fight against the Gulf Territory reached the Pfizer Chamber of Commerce.

It immediately attracted the great attention of Pfizer Chamber of Commerce.

Pfizer Caravan has long been jealous of the developing Gulf Territory.

But they also know very well that the blockade of the Sewenden Parliament has not been able to stop the Gulf Territory, but has only allowed it to grow stronger.

Like before, being unable to carry out an attack is even more undesirable.

The powerful strength of the Gulf Leaders has spread along with their strange reputation.

Especially in the recent news, there have been reports of the Gulf Territory hunting dragon-blooded creatures, with news of big harvests from time to time.

This fully demonstrates the strength of the Gulf Territory.

As far as the Pfizer Chamber of Commerce has learned, the Gulf Territory has attracted 70,000 to 80,000 adventurers, and it also has no less than 100,000 professional soldiers.

Not to mention, the opponent's combat performance in the underground world can be said to be very outstanding.

Grand Arcanist Kenomanor loudly "bragged" in the parliament recently about the achievements of the Gulf Territory in supporting the dwarf kingdom.

The little old man's idea is very simple and he expresses it emphatically to everyone.

Integrating more arcane technologies into the lives of the people of the Netheril Empire can improve the productivity and strength of the entire empire.

Most lords are willing, and they are one of the biggest beneficiaries.

For most spellcasters and arcanists, they care more about gaining more knowledge and investing more energy and resources in research.

Integrating these magical technologies into civilian production activities does not make any sense to them.

Some lords and spellcasters who saw the benefits initially supported the Grand Arcanist of Knonorman.

Of course, in the eyes of most spellcasters, this great arcanist is a bit too whimsical.

But even so, more people are beginning to understand the Gulf Territory, their strength and changes.

"If you want to cause trouble for the Gulf Territory, it's not enough for us alone."

"Send the news to the Cole elves. The trouble they encountered before was due to the hands and feet of the leader of the bay."

"Those special warriors should be the secret weapons of the Gulf Territory, and they are also the ones encountered in their Black Crow Castle."

Sola, who looked calm, looked at the other heads of the Pfizer Chamber of Commerce with sharp eyes.

No one dared to look at him, only the expressionless Blood-Hand Kahn was still thinking carefully.

His idea is simple, as long as he can take revenge on the Gulf Territory.

Especially Beelzebub who "defeated" him!

Larke, who was sitting next to Carmen, did not speak and had been staying near Blood Moon City for the past two years.

He has witnessed the growth and strength of the Gulf Territory with his own eyes.

He once had the idea of ​​​​taking action against the Gulf Territory, but he did not get any follow-up prophecy information from Sola, so he decisively gave up the plan.

He is well aware of how tricky and powerful the Gulf Territory is now.

Even if he hides his strength, the best he can do is fight with the Gulf Leader and lose both sides. It is not cost-effective to expose it for the upcoming plan. This is the accumulation of the Dark Moon family for hundreds of years.

Because of this, Larke is so afraid of the development of the Gulf Territory.

In just two years, it exceeded the family's hundreds of years of accumulation.

If we don't suppress it now and interrupt the development momentum of the Gulf Territory, it won't be long before even the entire Pfizer Chamber of Commerce will be completely unable to do anything about the Gulf Territory.

After all, even the Cole Elf Kingdom cannot blatantly mobilize an army to launch an attack on the Gulf Territory.

Seeing that no one objected, the prophet Sora issued a "communication technique" to the Cole elf in front of everyone.

Then, Sola continued to warn everyone: "Leave the matter regarding the Gulf Territory to the Japanese pirates."

"We just need to provide them with more long-range weapons and new artillery."

"The Cole Elf will definitely intervene, and we can just sit on the sidelines for the time being."

"It's about to reach the critical moment of launching the plan. Hundreds of years of planning are in one fell swoop."

"During this period, everyone tries to collect as much information as possible, especially the clues in the underground world must not be cut off."

"When the plan is successful, our strength will take a big step forward, and we will definitely have the right to speak in the Big Apple City Alliance."

"At that time, we will be able to mobilize the resources of the entire Big Apple City to complete the blockade and suppression of the Gulf Territory."

"No matter how strong its production capacity is, if it can't sell its products, it can only stare blankly."

Everyone could hear the reluctance in Sora's tone.

After all, with Sora's temper, he never spared an enemy.

There are not too many examples of "arranging" enemies to destroy families and spend their lives in pain and regret.

Now, he can only leave the Gulf Territory to others to "handle" it, which is an "insult" and "injury" to him.

So they were very careful to make sure they didn't make Sora angry and get his wrath.

The Elf Kingdom of Cole.

The capital of the kingdom, the pearl of the northern continent, Corilla.

Lush woods are scattered among the magnificent buildings, perfectly integrated with them.

A river exuding crystal light flows slowly through the center of the city.

On the spacious and empty streets, one magic puppet after another is patrolling.

Occasionally, the falling leaves will be carried away by the automatic magic broom.

A light mist of water drifted slightly from the river to the surrounding areas.

Dozens of petite and white figures were wandering happily by the river, and faintly clear and sweet sounds could be heard.

Hundreds of elves looked at these unicorns in amazement, their cute big eyes sparkling with curiosity.

It's a quiet and peaceful scene here, just like being in heaven.

In the luxurious palace in the center of the city, the Cole Elf Council was meeting.

The news from the Gulf Territory has been spread through several hands and has reached the parliament of the Cole Elf Kingdom.

It immediately caused an uproar in Parliament.

It's not that they value the Gulf Territory very much.

It was the latter's "counterattack" that made them feel humiliated.

They have always arranged, controlled, weakened, and eliminated other forces, and they have never suffered such a big loss.

Don't look at the number of marauder troops emerging from the underground world now. They don't even exceed one million.

But the time they appeared was so "important".

It happened to be stuck in the critical period when the Cole Elf Kingdom attacked the El Elf!

The smelly and hard El Elf showed a very tenacious will to resist.

The Cole elves paid a heavy price and defeated several important defense fortresses of the El elves.

It is a critical period for preparing to invest more troops to expand the results of the battle and sweep away the effective forces of the El elves.

As a result, he was stabbed in the back.

It hurts and is cruel!

However, what makes the Cole elf feel fortunate is the appearance of several elven gods.

To these elven councilors, gods mean many things.

But it doesn't mean that they will be grateful to the Gulf Territory for this. On the contrary, they will become more hateful and hostile.

They don't want to be embarrassed in front of the gods because they all want to go further.

Councilor Charles looked through the various information on the Gulf Territory with a blank expression, and said softly thoughtfully:

"The Dwarf Kingdom refuses to cooperate for the time being. They hold a grudge against us for not supporting us, and they will not fall out with the Gulf Territory for the time being."

Councilor Avalon sneered. She scanned the surrounding figures with sharp eyes and said nonchalantly:

"I told you before, don't worry about supplies. The Dwarf Kingdom needs our support."

"It's better now. The relationship between the Dwarf Kingdom and the Netheril Empire is closer, and they have let go of their defenses, allowing the gray dwarves and drow to pour out of the surface."

She paused slightly, noticed their evasive glances, took a deep breath and said thoughtfully:

"It's useless to talk more now. The most important thing is to curb the raging of these dirty bugs as soon as possible. I will send a sister guard team to support."

After finishing speaking, Councilman Avalon fell silent.

She has made her attitude clear and given her answer. She does not want to get involved in their actions against the Netheril Empire and the Gulf Territory.

"Working hard to develop yourself is the right way. These fools have almost fallen into the conspiracy."

The other congressmen didn't care about Councilor Avalon's slander.

Many people carefully looked at the information about the Gulf Territory, with strong interest in their eyes.

They have also heard that the Shadow Council often "purges" "geniuses" from other kingdoms and forces.

They didn't care at first, firmly believing that they were the true destiny.

However, the rapid rise of the Netheril Empire and the birth of the Grand Arcanist Iolum and many amazing and talented Grand Arcanists made them wary.

From the original indifference, he began to invest a certain amount of resources to support the clean-up activities of the Shadow Council.

It is precisely because of the support of these elven councilors and great lords that the assassination operation of the Shadow Council can proceed so smoothly.

Once targeted by them, most talented people cannot escape their murderous hands.

After all, no matter how talented a person is, he can't get much better before he grows up.

Some geniuses can kill enemies across 1 to 2 levels.

But as soon as he entered the ranks of professionals, he was destined to be blind when he encountered extraordinary or even legendary killers.

The legendary ranger who was taken over by the Gulf Territory was just one of the members controlled by the Shadow Council.

Matthew's experience back then was also the result of the Shadow Council's actions.

Precisely because their success rate is very high, they tend to pay more attention to those who can escape pursuit.

Matthew and the Gulf Territory, which had become famous in the Netheril Empire recently, naturally attracted their attention.

They originally thought that the Shadow Council, which had experienced failure, would deal with Matthew quickly with lightning speed.

What you can get is the news of successive failures.

It just so happened that the Cole elves were using their troops against the El elves, and the powerful elves were unable to find any opening for the time being.

Who would have thought that in less than two years, the Gulf Territory would gain such momentum.

Now it has given the Cole Elf Kingdom a painful blow!

In the eyes of the Cole Elf Council, the invasion of underground forces is not a threat.

Just wait until they find time to mobilize real elite troops, and then they can be wiped out.

Only the loss of tens of thousands of elf warriors and hundreds of high elf mages made them feel very distressed.

The time for elves to reach adulthood is the same as that for humans.

But because of the concept of time, the cycle and investment in cultivating elite soldiers far exceeds that of human soldiers.

The loss of tens of thousands of elven warriors would take the entire Netheril Empire more than two years to cultivate.

After all, these are not casualties on the battlefield, but real sacrifices.

Now I have obtained information from the Gulf Territory and learned that they are actually the mastermind behind the invasion of the underground world.

Naturally, the Elf Council's attitude towards it has undergone more changes.

Its development must be curbed!

If the Netheril Empire appears to be rebellious, they will attack without mercy, not to mention the blatant "resistance" of the Gulf Territory.

"The Japanese pirates under the Pfizer Chamber of Commerce are preparing to attack the Gulf leaders. This is a good opportunity!"

The speaker was Congressman Caledo, with a little bit of hatred flashing in his eyes, and he didn't hide it.

Councilor Avalon knew what was going on. The elf commander guarding Black Crow Castle was the nephew of Councilor Caledor.

Councilor Caledo valued him very much. He not only personally taught him martial arts, but also spent some money to transfer him to Black Crow Castle for gilding.

Who would have thought that this decision would cost him his life.

While Caledo felt guilty, he also naturally hated the Gulf Territory very much.

Speaker Tyrion blinked, thinking about Yaya's situation, and couldn't help but ask:

"What method did this real dragon in the Gulf Territory use to resist the influence of the Dragon Madness Lock?"

Every elf council member present here knows very well that the speaker does not take the Gulf Territory to heart, and is more concerned about the situation of the real dragons in the Gulf Territory.

Any true dragon cannot be underestimated.

As we all know, as long as you live long, then anything is possible!

True dragons are more alive than elves!

The king-killing star in the hands of the elves is the trump card to curb the development of the true dragon.

Once the true dragon power shows signs of resurgence.

The Cole elves will not hesitate to recruit King Killer to complete the cleansing of the dragon forces.

The real dragon in the Gulf Territory would be fine if it were an exception.

If the latter really masters the knowledge to fight against the "Dragon Mad Lock" and can replicate it on other dragons, it will be a complete disaster.

Ordinary dragon creatures have basically no intelligence and have no idea what is going on with this dragon mad lock that is like a natural disaster.

But other true dragons are different!

They live long and remember long!

There are even a few demigod-level true dragons that have survived for thousands of years.

It was easy to say that they were afraid of Long Kuang Mi Suo, and they hid themselves one after another, not daring to cause trouble for the Cole Elf.

If the trump card of King Killer loses its effect, then the true dragons who have been aggrieved for thousands of years will never continue to swallow their anger.

Although after thousands of years of development, the Cole Elf Kingdom has become the leading force in the northern continent, it is not very afraid of these real dragons.

However, being remembered by these immortal guys is still an annoying thing.

Therefore, they have a new task to curb the development of the Gulf Territory.

However, Speaker Tyrion’s approval made Congressman Caledo very satisfied. He nodded without hesitation:

"No problem, to make sure nothing goes wrong, we will send the Siren Loken!"

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted the attention of other elf councilors.

Seemingly satisfied with everyone's response, Councilor Caledo said confidently:

"If the plan goes well, after we defeat the maritime power of the Gulf Territory, we will advance into their territory and cause maximum damage to their cities and factories."

Most of the elf councilors had no objection to this, as they had experienced too many similar incidents.

It was just destroying a territory. It was already a great honor for the other party to appear in the parliament.

Soon, other congressmen spoke up to discuss things they wanted to solve or enemies coming.

Usually, the congressman who is close to him or her will help and agree, and the former will also provide some resources and remuneration to ensure that both parties are satisfied.

Only Councilor Avalon's eyes flashed with deep thoughts. He glanced at Caledo inadvertently and sneered in his heart.

March 5th.

The northern part of the Silver Moon River Plain.

Scattered barbarian scouts wandered among the jungle bushes.

They were very vigilant and did not continue to move south, seeming to understand the danger involved.

Seeing their gradually fading figures, the hiding adventurer said "Smash it" with some reluctance.

"These guys are too alert and are more difficult to deal with than before."

"Isn't that right? I heard that these barbarian soldiers are members of a large tribe, so of course they will be stronger."

"Is there no more specific news from the Adventurer's Guild? Are you planning to send out an exploration mission?"

"The exploration mission has started long ago. It is estimated that there will be news soon. The territory is most concerned about this information."

"You're right, our territory is better! But we must not let these barbarians give in."

"Haha, our territory is no different from other places. We have always been the only ones who take advantage, but we never suffer."

Everyone who heard this couldn't help laughing.

But everyone was laughing and laughing, but couldn't help but restrain their voices.

One of them couldn't help but asked in a low voice:

"Have you heard about it? The Gulf Territory is planning to build a city in the north of the east coast. It is said to be used as a supply point for the fleet."

One of the well-informed adventurers nodded immediately and said to the group without thinking:

"Yes, that's what happened, and I also heard that the Gulf Territory is preparing to recruit permanent adventurers. I heard that there will be danger there."

"It's better to be dangerous! The price is higher if it's dangerous!"

"That's right. We, the later adventurers, are far behind those of Alice's team."

"We are no worse than them. They will definitely go this time..."

"It's okay to go. It's all about fighting anyway. If there is an offensive and defensive battle, you can still get a big deal. Not only is it safe, but the harvest is also very generous."

"Even if there is no battle, we can take advantage of the opportunity to complete the mission and learn new combat skills and expertise."

"Is the skills and expertise training in the Gulf Territory really as magical as everyone says?"

"Tsk, don't you know this? Why are so many adventurers willing to come to the Gulf Territory? Just because the profits here are high?"

"What adventurer doesn't want to become stronger? The Gulf Territory is willing to give everyone this opportunity, and everyone is naturally happy to stay here."

"Does Chris from Alice's team know? In less than two years, he has gone from a junior adventurer to a high-level adventurer. There are many such examples. Who doesn't want to be the next one?"

"Hiss... let's go and give it a try quickly. There probably won't be any chance here for the time being."

"It's impossible to say for sure, but the chances are definitely greater there..."

"..."

In the stronghold city that adventurers are talking about.

Thousands of goblins are working hard.

Contrary to the expectations of most of the Gulf Territory soldiers, after ensuring a sufficient supply of food, these seemingly cunning little goblins worked very hard.

Although the strength of these little goblins is average, they are very knowledgeable in the construction of some buildings.

After seeing the various tools used by Gulf Territory soldiers, you can learn how to use them immediately.

What's even more interesting is that these little goblins are very interested in the engineering golems. Not only are they not afraid, but some of them have made quite bold requests.

“We know this area very well, and with these big guys joining us, we can build anything!”

Goblins actually want to control the engineering golem?

If other people heard it, they would not only regard it as a joke, but also reject it without hesitation.

But the Gulf Territory is an exception!

The reason is simple. Quite a few buildings in the Gulf Territory were built by kobolds and jackals who have made great progress.

Even the seemingly stupid fishmen often help the big guys in the Gulf Territory dig ditches and sewers.

Not only did the soldiers not laugh at the thoughts of these goblins, but they also showed great interest.

The results also surprised them.

Although the goblin control engineering golem is not professional.

But they always have some unexpected and whimsical ideas, and use an unexpected way to complete the construction task.

Although their work speed was relatively slow, it greatly alleviated the soldiers' shortage of manpower, allowing them to focus more on building fortifications.

Seeing this situation, Lyon simply adopted the Gulf Territory's system for controlling kobolds and jackals, and applied it vividly to these goblins.

The goblins with higher IQs were very cooperative.

They are never lazy when asked to work, and they often want to work overtime voluntarily.

For their "good intentions", Leon could only refuse with laughter and tears, and the reason he gave was very simple:

"You need to learn more about the knowledge and rules of the Gulf Territory before you can make enough contributions to have the opportunity to join the Gulf Territory."

After the goblins learned about the various benefits of officially joining the Gulf Territory, they suddenly became very "crazy".

These little things show extraordinary enthusiasm for learning, and often have to "work overtime" until midnight on self-study.

Leon did not stop them. Instead, he was very satisfied with the progress of these little guys. At worst, he would give them more meals to help them maintain good health.

The lord once said that the Gulf Territory is in a race against time. The extra time we gain should be used on more meaningful things.

Seeing the goblins digging deep trenches behind the city wall, stepping on the heads of the engineering golems very skillfully, and yelling at them to continue digging, Arnold, who was standing next to Lyon, couldn't help but marvel:

"The goblins here are really interesting, completely different from those seen in other places."

Leon nodded thoughtfully, looked at the slowly rising sun, and said with some reluctance:

"There are more and more barbarians snooping around. The Japanese pirates didn't come, but they were lured here first..."

Arnold didn't pay too much attention to those wandering barbarians. He stretched out his hand to touch the city wall after the magic cement had solidified, and said with confidence:

"With their technology and production capabilities, the most they can do is build some simple ladders and rush cars."

"No matter how strong the other soldiers are, they will never be able to cross the city wall and attack us."

Thinking back to the huge number of barbarians, Leon did not dare to take it lightly and still said quite steadily:

"We still need to make more preparations. We will dig a trench outside later. It is best to connect it to the sea water."

"If we make their offense more difficult, we will have more security."

Arnold showed a mysterious smile, looked at the dense forest to the west, and continued with a smile:

"Until the barbarians stop attacking, those Japanese will definitely not take action."

"These fools are sometimes shrewd, but they don't have great wisdom."

Leon, who thought of something, nodded thoughtfully, looked at the adventurer appearing in the teleportation array, and hurriedly approached him.

In the following battle, adventurers will also be a vital fighting force.

The red sun slowly climbed into the sky at noon.

This extremely red fireball dissipated the coldness and humidity of the city, making the air dry instantly.

However, such good weather did not make the big guys in the stronghold happy.

Outside the dense forest under the sun, some barbarian soldiers wearing rough animal skins and linen clothes were gathering in greater numbers.

Leon, who observed this scene, immediately issued the highest alert combat order.

The well-trained warriors of the Gulf Territory climbed the 4-meter-high wall as quickly as possible and skillfully prepared various weapons.

The adventurers who saw this scene also stopped their training and rushed to the designated fighting position as quickly as possible.

Seeing more and more barbarian soldiers, the adventurers who boarded the city wall couldn't help but say "Smash it":

"There are too many of them. There must be 50,000 or 60,000, right?"

The adventurer on the side nodded and was checking the weapons and equipment in his hands as quickly as possible. At the same time, he asked hesitantly:

"Why doesn't the Gulf Territory build the city wall higher this time?"

An older middle-aged adventurer chuckled, wiped the crossbow in his hand, and then said slowly:

"If you don't give these barbarians a little hope, how can you lure the Japanese to take the bait?"

Before the other adventurers could ask questions, the roar of long horns came from the depths of the dense forest.

After hearing the order to attack, the barbarian soldiers held up tattered weapons and pushed makeshift siege equipment, howling and charging towards the stronghold.

The flood of barbarian soldiers brought considerable mental pressure to many new soldiers.

The veteran standing next to them smiled at them and said:

"Don't worry, although the city wall is not high, these guys can't jump up."

"Just attack as you did during training. We will stand in front of you!"

"The opportunity to make a fortune has come, it depends on whether you can seize it."

"Don't panic later. Just follow my movements. Don't show off on your own."

"..."

As the veterans greeted each other, the recruits of the Eighth Army who had just been pulled over from the training ground suddenly relaxed a little.

That's right, in addition to the 3,000 veterans in the entire stronghold, the remaining 7,000 people are all soldiers from the 8th Army sent to the Gulf Territory for training.

Aini, with a slightly amused expression on her face, looked at the recruits who were gradually stabilizing, and couldn't help but ask:

"They have only been training for less than two weeks. Is it really okay to arrange for them to have actual combat so soon?"

Matthew shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, pointed at the large teleportation circle behind which was constantly emitting light, and said softly in a calm tone:

"To deal with these barbarian soldiers with very poor weapons and equipment, it is enough to send them on the field."

Aini watched these new soldiers, led by the veterans, pull the triggers of their crossbows in unison, and squat down for half a step, waiting for the friendly forces behind to fire.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, she asked with some expectancy:

"The training effect of these new recruits is also very good. Can you also open a training ground for us?"

Matthew glanced at her, and Ani quickly continued:

"We won't let them rush to the battlefield now, it's just to train their abilities so that they won't be caught off guard when encountering emergencies in the future."

Matthew naturally knew what Aini was thinking, but he felt a little funny in his heart.

"I didn't expect that this kind of job of helping people work at their door seems to be quite popular..."

"Would you like to ask Wildhammer and the others? See if the Dwarf Kingdom has similar needs?"

"While charging double the money to help with training, we can also let them work for us, which greatly alleviates the shortage of manpower in the Gulf Territory. It seems to be an emergency solution."

The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became for Matthew.

He touched his chin and said under Aini's nervous gaze:

"No problem, I'm ready to open up a new combat area in the underground world."

"Not only can it avoid the eyes and ears of the Cole elves, but it can also give them full training."

Aini, who was overjoyed, nodded excitedly and began to watch the combat effects of these new recruits with a more relaxed mood.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The rounds of crossbow shooting brought continuous killings.

The crude wooden and leather shields of the barbarian soldiers were completely unable to block the penetrating power of the enchanted crossbow arrows.

If you rub it, you will be injured, if you touch it, you will die!

Thousands of barbarian soldiers fell.

However, they showed a very strong fighting will, ignoring the casualties and wailings of their companions, and charged towards the stronghold from three directions.

Of the 10 charging barbarian soldiers, 4 fell on the charging road, and the rest jumped into the moat and swam over in a few seconds.

After seeing this scene, Lyon did not change the combat order and allowed these barbarian soldiers to gather under the city wall.

How can we catch them all in one fell swoop if we don't release them?

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