Chapter 497 154. Mechanicus
Liberty City has turned into a construction site again.
Workers are busy cutting down trees and transporting them back to build houses. It seems as if there is no army pressing down on the border from the north.
Because Liberty City will usher in a wave of residents - even if only half of the civilians in the north are rescued, Liberty City will jump from a larger town to a small city with a population of 20,000.
The current Liberty City can accommodate up to ten thousand people, and the remaining people are either crowded together or sleeping on the streets.
Annan's confidence infected Girardi, and thinking that Annan was the only person he could trust, the real Grand Duke sold the ring left to him by his grandfather and gave it to Annan in exchange for one hundred gold coins.
Annan was not short of this money, but he was reluctant to give it back, so he gave Girardi three houses in a commercial street as a return gift.
There will be more than just these commercial street stores in the future, and there aren’t many stores in Liberty City right now, so it’s a win-win situation.
Annan did not tell Girardi about the operation. Most people did not know about it. Even the Musketeers only learned about it 30 minutes before the operation.
As night falls, elite soldiers line up coldly in front of the square.
The blue dragon glides silently over the camp. When magical fireworks suddenly rose in the distant Liberty City, Ilimayas suddenly converged her dragon wings, turned into a shadow and swooped down, falling heavily to the ground.
The strong wind and loud noise awakened the surrounding civilians. They saw four gorgeous portals opening in a daze, and the steady and powerful footsteps followed the elite soldiers stepping out of the portal.
Then another portal opened, and Annan and Dean Blehim appeared in the camp.
"We are here to rescue your Liberty City soldiers! Food and shelter have been arranged for you on the other side of the portal!"
The soldiers shouted, ignoring the civilians around them, and at the portal Two hundred yards away the horse was erected. The soldiers who came later launched the magic cannon and set up the dark muzzle.
Returning to the night sky, Ilimayas saw a crowd as small as ants gathering towards the portal, while the cavalry in the distance began to form formations.
On the third minute after the portal arrived, a cavalry of about three to four hundred people gathered together, shaking like a violent storm, forming a dark arrow and rushing towards the musketeers in formation.
When approaching three hundred yards, the musketeer who was a part-time artilleryman ignited the magic cannon. The shortened fuse was like a countdown. After a short silence, the magic artillery let out its first cry on the battlefield after coming to this world——
The deafening explosion instantly spread throughout the battlefield, and the galloping cavalry flanked it. As if being hit hard by a giant's hammer, a cavalryman flew backwards, knocking down the two knights behind him, and was submerged in the charging horses.
Ten launches killed about twenty knights. But compared to the power of magic artillery, their roar caused the horses that had never experienced it to panic, and the cavalry formation began to become disordered.
The mage accompanying the team cast spells at this moment to calm the frightened horses, and then Ilimoyas descended from the sky and unleashed the power of the dragon.
In ancient legends, giant dragons usually seize human kingdoms and castles, and the soldiers are helpless and can only wait for the warriors - this is true, the dragon has natural pressure on all living things, very Professionals are almost unable to resist the dragon's power.
Even if the dragon stays on the ground, a thousand elite knights cannot harm it.
The war horses that fell into chaos began to run around, throwing away their masters, or rushing forward irrationally, and were easily harvested by the arrayed musketeers.
The night cast a layer of protection for Ilimayas. The mages who could not find the blue dragon realized that the real ones harvesting the knights’ lives were the soldiers using weird magic weapons, and began to cast spells. Attack the Musketeers.
Of course, Annan would not sit back and watch his soldiers suffer damage. He tilted his head and said: "Dean, the civilians have not been evacuated yet. I need your help."
Annan planned for him to take action... But Breshim Dean doesn't like this.
The surging magic tide began to surge, and the brilliance of the forbidden magic halo instantly enveloped the entire camp.
Before Annan had time to be happy, the space in front of him suddenly became distorted, like a huge picture scroll swaying in the storm. Annan, who was caught off guard, and the thoughtful Dean Breshim were swept into the storm. among.
The world faded into a shadowy darkness, while the surrounding contours were like sculptures, falling into stillness. Annan had no time to pay attention to the almost static outside world and stared at the only three gray-robed mage with color in front of him.
"Hello, Lord of Liberty City, Dean of Solz Magic Academy." The nameless gray-robed mage's eyes fell on Annan. "Can we talk?"
Annan did not answer, but looked at the dean.
"This is the world of nothingness...the mage's place of contemplation. He will not hurt you." Dean Blehim said.
"Who are you?" Annan asked.
"Dar Frank, President of the Principality Mage Association."
"The Mad Dog Archduke's... subordinate?" Annan frowned.
"I am just the guide leading him to death..."
Annan realized that Mad Dog Archduke's "right-hand man" seemed to have hidden secrets.
“You mean, you want him to die?”
The gray-robed mage did not answer, but threw a crystal over.
Annan hid behind the dean, and dean Breshim caught the spar: "A spar of a cursed soul... I can feel that this curse is connected to a noble being."
"Gilles Montabourlock." The gray-robed mage said, "The curse produced by releasing the crystal will kill him instantly."
Annan popped up from behind the dean. : "Why don't you do it yourself?"
"It is like a river, constantly flowing forward... In this river called time, each of us is a traveler, and our lives are here Drifting in a river...our destiny is closely related to it..."
Annan couldn't understand it more and more, and then realized that the gray-robed mage was the prophecy mage that Alice said "prophecy mages are always crazy".
“You mean you have to bear the consequences of using it to kill the Mad Dog Archduke, and you don’t dare to bear it?”
“If this makes it easier for you to understand, yes.”
"Why didn't you go to Girardi?"
Who else is better suited to bear the consequences than Girardi? He was usurped by the Mad Dog Archduke and driven out of his own principality, a perfect innocent victim.
"You are the most suitable candidate."
Annan joked that the gray-robed mage did not understand politics, and the gray-robed mage joked that Annan did not understand the Montabourlock family.
"I must find someone who is not a member of the Montabourlock family." The gray-robed mage's eyes became dark, "Because of their bloodline..."
Annan learned something from this. Secrets of the Principality.
Currently, the views of the nobles of the principality on the Mad Dog Archduke are mainly divided into two groups: radicals and conservatives. The radicals believed that the Mad Dog Archbishop would destroy the principality, while the conservatives believed that the radicals' statement was too conservative.
(End of this chapter)