Chapter 338
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The iron and steel fort, the east gate of the magic power city, is a gray brown plain. There are huge reserves of steel resources under the plain. The annual steel production accounts for about three tenth of the magic Council. It is the most important steel production area of the original magic Council.
Before, it was conquered by the Imperial Knights, and a large number of troops were stationed here. This fertile land was planned to become a direct territory of the royal family. The Central Guard troops from the royal family were stationed here.
Even if the city of magic power is not captured, even if there may be unknown enemies, there are still roots of black smoke standing on the earth.
The air was filled with the smell of choking people. Countless ragged laborers on the ground worked under the whip of the supervisor. If they were slack, they would have a bloodstain on their bodies.
"The pariah of these heretical lands will not know the majesty of the Lord if they don't use the whip to teach them hard."
Surrounded by a group of guards, a fat man in a white cotton robe inspected the construction site with dignity. All the supervisors around him bowed respectfully wherever he went.
"Lord Moore said so."
"The Duke has given Lord Moore such an important position that he has taken a fancy to your ability."
As soon as the fat man's words were finished, the flattering words around him sprang up like a tide of water, each competing for fear that he would fall behind.
This director of Moore, it is said that several generations ago, the family members were still entitled to the royal name of "flame lion" after their names.
It's a pity that there is no real knight in the family for several generations. He has lost his qualification and become a freeman.
Nevertheless, the blood flowing from an adult and his contacts are not comparable to that of an ordinary Freeman.
This time, when the Duke of montbarton was stationed in the iron fort, he was appreciated by the Duke and appointed as the manager of the iron Fort mining area.
Although for any strong knight, the administrator's identity is insignificant, but it is almost standing in the highest position under the knight, which shows his ability.
Moore showed a satisfied smile, not that he was dazzled by the superficial flattery, but that he saw in the eyes of these people the deference and humility, without a thorn.
That's good. The task the Duke has given him can be done better and faster.
Now the empire is in the war, and the gap between weapons and armor is very large. Otherwise, although his relationship is not weak, there are still many people with stronger ties than him, and he will not be able to get to this position.
If he can successfully complete this mission, he may be able to cultivate the best qualified young son of the family into a real knight, and the glory of the family will be revived again.
It would be better if we could get another knight's collar, which is enough to pass on from generation to generation. I don't know how many Knights dream of
Just when morchang was thinking of something, the shrill alarm suddenly sounded, which made him stupefied for a moment, and then turned pale.
"This is the highest alert."
"The enemy is coming."
The sound of flattery suddenly broke out, and then the voice of fear began to ring. Even some timid people were ready to flee back to the castle immediately.
The original orderly mining site was in chaos. Some slaves fled, and the supervisors were worried.
The people of the Empire and the church acted cruelly. They didn't treat the people of the magic Council as human beings. The mages in the magic Council were not good at fighting against each other. If they were caught, I couldn't believe what cruel things would happen.
"Stop!"
Moore snapped at the fleeing man: "what are you running for? If you dare to run away alone, you will be hanged by the Duke when you return to the castle. "
The fleeing man calmed down and looked at more uneasily.
"Go down quickly, arrange the retreat, take away the important objects and cast weapons first, and then take those mine slaves back. Whoever dares to move around will be killed."
"Yes
……
A kilometer away from the iron fort, people roam the mountains and fields in the form of Brownian movement. Only the team in the center is arranged in order, and the camp is neat. There are magic lights everywhere. Even the most ignorant people can feel the danger in it.
In the largest camp in the center, the spear is in the main position and sits by the sword, and the flying snail and other players are at the bottom left.
On the right are mage Regan and other star level top mages. They all respect the person who is at the top of the rank of ordinary mage, and dare not go beyond it.
At this time, the Spear's face was very ugly and looked at the flying snail: "so, the players around us have lost control? Completely lost organization and command, and refused to obey orders when reconvened? "
His face was blue and blue. Although he didn't give much hope for the order of these new players, every player who joined the army signed a corresponding agreement.
Is it true that there is no way for them to sign the agreement before?
The most irritating thing is that although the overall quality of these players is not as good as the first batch of players, they can also be called talents. They can fully understand their orders and know their goals and intentions at this time.However, they look at the players who pass orders with the eyes of watching monkey play. The attitude of saying that I am a dog makes people angry.
The flying snail sighed: "we can't say that. There are more than 5000 players willing to obey us, which can form an organic attack."
"Good."
The spear took a deep breath and asked, "according to the system, in wartime, since you joined the army and refused to obey the orders of the superior, what should be the crime?"
The flying snail lowered its head, did not dare to see the spear, did not dare to answer.
One hundred thousand people, how many old friends and relatives are, and how large the network is. No one knows how many people will be offended if they are all killed.
Even if it is a high-ranking immortal, not afraid of ordinary people, this kind of thing is also very terrible.
Not to mention, many of these people's relatives and friends are immortals, not the network of mortals.
Not only the flying snail, but also the captain level players behind him. Each of them is at least a seed of cultivating immortals in the middle period of Qi refining, proficient in the array and promising in the future. However, no one dares to answer and lowers his head like a quail.
The spear looked at mage Regan and other people. His eyes were forcing and full of looking down. It was not like a monk in the later stage of gas refining looking at a group of Ningzhen extraordinary people.
It's just that mage Regan and other people are old and sophisticated, and they look up at the sky without knowing anything.
Flying snails know everything they know. They don't want to get involved in this huge trouble.
Anyway, the commander-in-chief this time is the spear, not them, and they are not responsible for the failure of hostility.
If you want them to carry the pot, there is no problem. As long as Zhao Shi is here, a look indicates that they will happily and actively buckle the pot to their head, and there will be no complaints, and I believe Zhao Shi can protect them.
Spear?
Come on, they don't think this very special mage has this ability.
Suddenly a strange silence fell into the army tent.
"Ha ha ha..."
After waiting for a moment, the spear suddenly burst into laughter. The voice was cold, which made the flying snails and others turn pale. They had a bad premonition.
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The iron and steel fort, the east gate of the magic power city, is a gray brown plain. There are huge reserves of steel resources under the plain. The annual steel production accounts for about three tenth of the magic Council. It is the most important steel production area of the original magic Council.
Before, it was conquered by the Imperial Knights, and a large number of troops were stationed here. This fertile land was planned to become a direct territory of the royal family. The Central Guard troops from the royal family were stationed here.
Even if the city of magic power is not captured, even if there may be unknown enemies, there are still roots of black smoke standing on the earth.
The air was filled with the smell of choking people. Countless ragged laborers on the ground worked under the whip of the supervisor. If they were slack, they would have a bloodstain on their bodies.
"The pariah of these heretical lands will not know the majesty of the Lord if they don't use the whip to teach them hard."
Surrounded by a group of guards, a fat man in a white cotton robe inspected the construction site with dignity. All the supervisors around him bowed respectfully wherever he went.
"Lord Moore said so."
"The Duke has given Lord Moore such an important position that he has taken a fancy to your ability."
As soon as the fat man's words were finished, the flattering words around him sprang up like a tide of water, each competing for fear that he would fall behind.
This director of Moore, it is said that several generations ago, the family members were still entitled to the royal name of "flame lion" after their names.
It's a pity that there is no real knight in the family for several generations. He has lost his qualification and become a freeman.
Nevertheless, the blood flowing from an adult and his contacts are not comparable to that of an ordinary Freeman.
This time, when the Duke of montbarton was stationed in the iron fort, he was appreciated by the Duke and appointed as the manager of the iron Fort mining area.
Although for any strong knight, the administrator's identity is insignificant, but it is almost standing in the highest position under the knight, which shows his ability.
Moore showed a satisfied smile, not that he was dazzled by the superficial flattery, but that he saw in the eyes of these people the deference and humility, without a thorn.
That's good. The task the Duke has given him can be done better and faster.
Now the empire is in the war, and the gap between weapons and armor is very large. Otherwise, although his relationship is not weak, there are still many people with stronger ties than him, and he will not be able to get to this position.
If he can successfully complete this mission, he may be able to cultivate the best qualified young son of the family into a real knight, and the glory of the family will be revived again.
It would be better if we could get another knight's collar, which is enough to pass on from generation to generation. I don't know how many Knights dream of
Just when morchang was thinking of something, the shrill alarm suddenly sounded, which made him stupefied for a moment, and then turned pale.
"This is the highest alert."
"The enemy is coming."
The sound of flattery suddenly broke out, and then the voice of fear began to ring. Even some timid people were ready to flee back to the castle immediately.
The original orderly mining site was in chaos. Some slaves fled, and the supervisors were worried.
The people of the Empire and the church acted cruelly. They didn't treat the people of the magic Council as human beings. The mages in the magic Council were not good at fighting against each other. If they were caught, I couldn't believe what cruel things would happen.
"Stop!"
Moore snapped at the fleeing man: "what are you running for? If you dare to run away alone, you will be hanged by the Duke when you return to the castle. "
The fleeing man calmed down and looked at more uneasily.
"Go down quickly, arrange the retreat, take away the important objects and cast weapons first, and then take those mine slaves back. Whoever dares to move around will be killed."
"Yes
……
A kilometer away from the iron fort, people roam the mountains and fields in the form of Brownian movement. Only the team in the center is arranged in order, and the camp is neat. There are magic lights everywhere. Even the most ignorant people can feel the danger in it.
In the largest camp in the center, the spear is in the main position and sits by the sword, and the flying snail and other players are at the bottom left.
On the right are mage Regan and other star level top mages. They all respect the person who is at the top of the rank of ordinary mage, and dare not go beyond it.
At this time, the Spear's face was very ugly and looked at the flying snail: "so, the players around us have lost control? Completely lost organization and command, and refused to obey orders when reconvened? "
His face was blue and blue. Although he didn't give much hope for the order of these new players, every player who joined the army signed a corresponding agreement.
Is it true that there is no way for them to sign the agreement before?
The most irritating thing is that although the overall quality of these players is not as good as the first batch of players, they can also be called talents. They can fully understand their orders and know their goals and intentions at this time.However, they look at the players who pass orders with the eyes of watching monkey play. The attitude of saying that I am a dog makes people angry.
The flying snail sighed: "we can't say that. There are more than 5000 players willing to obey us, which can form an organic attack."
"Good."
The spear took a deep breath and asked, "according to the system, in wartime, since you joined the army and refused to obey the orders of the superior, what should be the crime?"
The flying snail lowered its head, did not dare to see the spear, did not dare to answer.
One hundred thousand people, how many old friends and relatives are, and how large the network is. No one knows how many people will be offended if they are all killed.
Even if it is a high-ranking immortal, not afraid of ordinary people, this kind of thing is also very terrible.
Not to mention, many of these people's relatives and friends are immortals, not the network of mortals.
Not only the flying snail, but also the captain level players behind him. Each of them is at least a seed of cultivating immortals in the middle period of Qi refining, proficient in the array and promising in the future. However, no one dares to answer and lowers his head like a quail.
The spear looked at mage Regan and other people. His eyes were forcing and full of looking down. It was not like a monk in the later stage of gas refining looking at a group of Ningzhen extraordinary people.
It's just that mage Regan and other people are old and sophisticated, and they look up at the sky without knowing anything.
Flying snails know everything they know. They don't want to get involved in this huge trouble.
Anyway, the commander-in-chief this time is the spear, not them, and they are not responsible for the failure of hostility.
If you want them to carry the pot, there is no problem. As long as Zhao Shi is here, a look indicates that they will happily and actively buckle the pot to their head, and there will be no complaints, and I believe Zhao Shi can protect them.
Spear?
Come on, they don't think this very special mage has this ability.
Suddenly a strange silence fell into the army tent.
"Ha ha ha..."
After waiting for a moment, the spear suddenly burst into laughter. The voice was cold, which made the flying snails and others turn pale. They had a bad premonition.
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The iron and steel fort, the east gate of the magic power city, is a gray brown plain. There are huge reserves of steel resources under the plain. The annual steel production accounts for about three tenth of the magic Council. It is the most important steel production area of the original magic Council. Before, it was conquered by the Imperial Knights, and a large number of troops were stationed here. This fertile land was planned to become a direct territory of the royal family. The Central Guard troops from the royal family were stationed here. Even if the city of magic power is not captured, even if there may be unknown enemies, there are still roots of black smoke standing on the earth. The air was filled with the smell of choking people. Countless ragged laborers on the ground worked under the whip of the supervisor. If they were slack, they would have a bloodstain on their bodies. "The pariah of these heretical lands will not know the majesty of the Lord if they don't use the whip to teach them hard." Surrounded by a group of guards, a fat man in a white cotton robe inspected the construction site with dignity. All the supervisors around him bowed respectfully wherever he went. "Lord Moore said so." "The Duke has given Lord Moore such an important position that he has taken a fancy to your ability." As soon as the fat man's words were finished, the flattering words around him sprang up like a tide of water, each competing for fear that he would fall behind. This director of Moore, it is said that several generations ago, the family members were still entitled to the royal name of "flame lion" after their names. It's a pity that there is no real knight in the family for several generations. He has lost his qualification and become a freeman. Nevertheless, the blood flowing from an adult and his contacts are not comparable to that of an ordinary Freeman. This time, when the Duke of montbarton was stationed in the iron fort, he was appreciated by the Duke and appointed as the manager of the iron Fort mining area. Although for any strong knight, the administrator's identity is insignificant, but it is almost standing in the highest position under the knight, which shows his ability. Moore showed a satisfied smile, not that he was dazzled by the superficial flattery, but that he saw in the eyes of these people the deference and humility, without a thorn. That's good. The task the Duke has given him can be done better and faster. Now the empire is in the war, and the gap between weapons and armor is very large. Otherwise, although his relationship is not weak, there are still many people with stronger ties than him, and he will not be able to get to this position. If he can successfully complete this mission, he may be able to cultivate the best qualified young son of the family into a real knight, and the glory of the family will be revived again. It would be better if we could get another knight's collar, which is enough to pass on from generation to generation. I don't know how many Knights dream of Just when morchang was thinking of something, the shrill alarm suddenly sounded, which made him stupefied for a moment, and then turned pale. "This is the highest alert." "The enemy is coming." The sound of flattery suddenly broke out, and then the voice of fear began to ring. Even some timid people were ready to flee back to the castle immediately. The original orderly mining site was in chaos. Some slaves fled, and the supervisors were worried. The people of the Empire and the church acted cruelly. They didn't treat the people of the magic Council as human beings. The mages in the magic Council were not good at fighting against each other. If they were caught, I couldn't believe what cruel things would happen. "Stop!" Moore snapped at the fleeing man: "what are you running for? If you dare to run away alone, you will be hanged by the Duke when you return to the castle. " The fleeing man calmed down and looked at more uneasily. "Go down quickly, arrange the retreat, take away the important objects and cast weapons first, and then take those mine slaves back. Whoever dares to move around will be killed." "Yes A kilometer away from the iron fort, people roam the mountains and fields in the form of Brownian movement. Only the team in the center is arranged in order, and the camp is neat. There are magic lights everywhere. Even the most ignorant people can feel the danger in it. In the largest camp in the center, the spear is in the main position and sits by the sword, and the flying snail and other players are at the bottom left. On the right are mage Regan and other star level top mages. They all respect the person who is at the top of the rank of ordinary mage, and dare not go beyond it. At this time, the Spear's face was very ugly and looked at the flying snail: "so, the players around us have lost control? Completely lost organization and command, and refused to obey orders when reconvened? " His face was blue and blue. Although he didn't give much hope for the order of these new players, every player who joined the army signed a corresponding agreement. Is it true that there is no way for them to sign the agreement before? The most irritating thing is that although the overall quality of these players is not as good as the first batch of players, they can also be called talents. They can fully understand their orders and know their goals and intentions at this time.However, they look at the players who pass orders with the eyes of watching monkey play. The attitude of saying that I am a dog makes people angry. The flying snail sighed: "we can't say that. There are more than 5000 players willing to obey us, which can form an organic attack." "Good." The spear took a deep breath and asked, "according to the system, in wartime, since you joined the army and refused to obey the orders of the superior, what should be the crime?" The flying snail lowered its head, did not dare to see the spear, did not dare to answer. One hundred thousand people, how many old friends and relatives are, and how large the network is. No one knows how many people will be offended if they are all killed. Even if it is a high-ranking immortal, not afraid of ordinary people, this kind of thing is also very terrible. Not to mention, many of these people's relatives and friends are immortals, not the network of mortals. Not only the flying snail, but also the captain level players behind him. Each of them is at least a seed of cultivating immortals in the middle period of Qi refining, proficient in the array and promising in the future. However, no one dares to answer and lowers his head like a quail. The spear looked at mage Regan and other people. His eyes were forcing and full of looking down. It was not like a monk in the later stage of gas refining looking at a group of Ningzhen extraordinary people. It's just that mage Regan and other people are old and sophisticated, and they look up at the sky without knowing anything. Flying snails know everything they know. They don't want to get involved in this huge trouble. Anyway, the commander-in-chief this time is the spear, not them, and they are not responsible for the failure of hostility. If you want them to carry the pot, there is no problem. As long as Zhao Shi is here, a look indicates that they will happily and actively buckle the pot to their head, and there will be no complaints, and I believe Zhao Shi can protect them. Spear? Come on, they don't think this very special mage has this ability. Suddenly a strange silence fell into the army tent. "Ha ha ha..." After waiting for a moment, the spear suddenly burst into laughter. The voice was cold, which made the flying snails and others turn pale. They had a bad premonition. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
