Driven out, update as usual

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The number billion shocked many people, and with the mathematical foundation of this world, many people couldn't even count how billion it represented, and they talked about it one after another, and finally figured out that it was a hundred times that of 10 million.

"No way, you coward, coward on the run, every word you say cannot be trusted. "An official from the Southern Principality jumped out and harshly rebuked Alexon.

Because Alexon escaped from the battle, everyone naturally put all the responsibility for the fall of the Iron City on his head, and there were many children of the powerful officials of the principality in the Iron City, and these people hated him to death.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Wizard Regiment, I have the right to make my own decisions, I am responsible for the entire Wizard Regiment, and the decision to retreat is based on the judgment of the battlefield situation, and it is not your turn to comment. As for the coward, I voluntarily returned to Mill Iron City to inquire into the truth of the information sent by Hopeless. If anyone is not satisfied with slandering me arbitrarily, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Alexon slammed his staff, and the magic power on his body surged, and the magicians who followed him also glared angrily, collectively releasing their magic power to show their dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, no one dared to pull this sore foot anymore, Alexon said that he would return to the Iron Grinding City, which was enough to wash away his shame as a coward, and if he persevered, he was really not afraid that he would beat people, the status of the magician was transcendent, and if he was really beaten, even if he pulled the Grand Duke out, he might not be able to get justice.

"Alright, alright. The Grand Duke waved his hand in his seat and said comfortingly: "There's no need to be presumptuous, they're just in a sad mood and too excited, Alexon, you've done the right thing, you have kept the Magician Regiment for us, as for returning to the Iron City, don't say anything, I can't let you take this risk." ”

When he said this, the look on the Grand Duke's face was also sad, and the heir he had carefully cultivated was also lost in the Iron City, while the second son, who was useless, escaped.

Not only did Akaros flee on his own, but he also rode all his brother's griffons away, leaving not a single one, and Hopeless would fall to the Iron City, and his second son was the most responsible.

But what can be done? Hack him to death? Then he could lose his two sons. Fortunately, Hopeless sent back the message through secret channels not long ago, otherwise he would have really died of grief.

Alexon shook his head: "No, I have to go, the undead have already occupied the Iron Grinding City, there is enough time to prepare, if they want to hide something, the others will not be able to see even if they go, and only I can confirm one thing, whether Hopless is really alive." ”

"Is he really alive? What do you mean? Didn't he send us a message? Can he still send a message when he is dead?" someone said puzzled.

"Don't forget what our enemies are, they can really die and send you a message. Alexon looked at the man who spoke with a look at the dirt buns, and most of the people present were still looking at the problem with their habitual thinking, completely unaware of what the undead represented.

In this way, Alexon took a few bold followers and set out on the road to the Iron City, and before leaving, he asked the Grand Duke to write a code word on a note, seal it and give it to himself.

If you can't memorize the code words on the paper when you come back, then even if you say it all the time, don't believe anything he says.

The Grand Duke was puzzled, but he did so, and when he handed him the note, he hesitated and asked, "Is this necessary?"

"It is necessary, the undead are masters of manipulating souls, and if they are manipulated, don't believe any expression. Alexon said cautiously.

"Alas, we still know too little about the undead, do they really have a billion or so many?" asked the Grand Duke, who asked the officials of the Ministry of Finance for a long time before he figured out how much a billion it was.

The annual financial income of the Southern Principality is only about 10 million, and the people with steel bones are more than a hundred times more than the Southern Principality's money, and these 'people' don't have to pay for their work, so they envy him to death.

Alexon shook his head, and suddenly leaned into the ear of the Grand Duke and said: "Grand Duke, it's not that we don't know about the undead, hundreds of years ago, the undead should have penetrated into all aspects of our lives and could be seen everywhere, but after hundreds of years, all the records have disappeared inexplicably, including the library in your Duke's Palace, I'm sure that those disappeared records are man-made, the purpose is to erase our understanding of the undead." ”

The Grand Duke took a deep breath, but the expression on his face did not change, not even his sitting posture changed, but deliberately raised his voice: "Go ahead, I will take care of your family, don't worry." ”

The Grand Duke's answer to the question immediately let Alexon know that he understood. Someone is tampering with the records, and even the Duke's Palace is not immune, which means that there is something mixed in the Duke's Palace, and the conversation between them must not be leaked out so as not to alarm the other party.

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Riding a griffon to the front line and changing horses to come to the Iron City, Alexon was shocked to find that the Iron City had completely changed.

Motiecheng is a fortress deliberately aimed at the steel bone collar, its southern city wall is thirty or forty meters, but the north city wall is only less than seven or eight meters, almost no defense.

The swordsman of this world has the ability to jump seven or eight meters casually.

However, the northern wall presented in front of Alexon had now become a forty or fifty meter wall, even more magnificent than the south wall, and a strange machine was constantly hoisting a kind of gray earth onto the top of the city wall, and constantly dumping on it.

Beneath the city walls, countless skeletons lined up in a kind of wheel-only cart that kept transporting loess, gravel, plaster, and water into a strange cylinder.

There is a place to step on the surface of the big cylinder, and dozens of skeletons step on it, constantly stepping on the big cylinder to turn in the same direction, turning and turning, and turning in the opposite direction. The opening of the large cylinder spits out a kind of mud that is very different from loess, gravel and plaster.

The sight in front of him made Arrowson unable to take his eyes off, and he didn't notice Hopless who came to greet him.

Hopless received the news that Alexon was coming to the Iron City, and waited early, otherwise he would not have been able to reach this distance and would have been surrounded by the skeletons.

Seeing Alexon staring intently at the big cylinder, Hopless was secretly refreshed in his heart, and secretly said in his heart: You also have such a time when you are so ignorant.

I couldn't help but take the initiative to explain: "That's a manpower cement mixer, which is specially used to mix cement." ”

"Cement?" The unheard of noun made Alexon all confused, as the most knowledgeable group, there was something he had never heard of?

This word made the little bit of darkness in Hopeless's heart disappear, and he said with a bitter face: "It's just a kind of building material that builds the city wall to such a height in half a month." ”

"Poof! Half a month? This wall was built in half a month?" Alexon was dumbfounded, but immediately reacted, the fall of the Iron City was less than a month, even if it was built within a month, it would be a terrible thing.

Aren't the undead aliens with numbers and brute strength, and how can they still have such superb building abilities, what the hell are they going to face?