"If you want to hear the best stories and narrative poems, you still have to find me 'Pelican'!" shouted the scruffy bard, not caring if anyone cared about him, but sat back in his chair, took his glass, and drank to himself, and escaped into the crowd of drinkers.

In fact, when Miro was alone in clearing out dozens of soldiers in the vanguard army of the Old Kingdom, the "Pelican" was frightened by the ironclad balls swinging all over the city, and slipped down from the top of the bell tower like a mouse. There are many details in his story, which are also anecdoted and fabricated from the taverns of White Kite.

The so-called "one-man reinforcements" happen to be considered his artistic processing, but it is not accurate. Miro arrived alone, followed by an elite force. Although there were only more than fifty people in this team, the commander of the Old Kingdom, Quint, also chose to temporarily withdraw because he saw them.

In this era, there are fewer and fewer people who can use psychic power, but an ancient country with a long history like the Old Kingdom is certainly no stranger to psychic power. In fact, their own country has had many kings and heroes in its history, and they are masters of using psychic powers. Commander Quint's army also included several officers who could use psychic combat skills and soldiers who specialized in defense, and the task of protecting siege engines and catapults was entrusted to them.

The reason why they fell short in the end and chose to withdraw their troops instead of continuing the siege was because after the "Pelicans" fled, they had a tentative battle with the team of more than 50 people brought by Miro. And this battle alone cost Quint's troops hundreds of fighters.

After killing all the vanguard troops in the city, Miro lifted the city gate and walked out with more than twenty warriors. Quint cautiously employed siege tactics and surrounded them. But when the battle began, he could only hear the roars and screams coming from the front formation, and a chaotic and colorful psionic sword technique burst out from Miro's team.

The heavy shields of the warriors of the Old Kingdom were like tissue paper, easily torn apart by the sword skills of the psychic power, the limbs and blood of the warriors were splashed everywhere, and the encirclement in front of the city walls became a bloody slaughterhouse. Miro, a young officer of the Empire, just stood leisurely behind the soldiers he had brought, squinting at Quint from afar.

The wise half-elf was not carried away by anger or fear, and he decisively led the officers to the front of the line, covering the orderly retreat of the troops. When Miro saw them retreating, he just smiled and waved his hand, looking relaxed and relaxed.

He wanted to make the soldiers of the Old Kingdom feel fear, and then bring that fear back to their realm. Fear will slowly spread in people's hearts like a plague, and grow into a great devil in the addition of the minstrel everywhere. This demon will devour those who dare to rebel against the Hilfa Empire.

Commander Quint is strong-minded, but the warriors under his command are just ordinary people. As they returned to Emerald Mirror City behind the Forest Border in low morale, rumors of sadness and panic began to grow and spread here.

"There were only fifty of them, fifty of them!

Thousands of us!"

"Those strange warriors of the Imperial Army...... They are like gods descending from heaven ......"

"They use divine skills, and our armor and shields are useless. ”

"Is it true that the gods of the earth have favored them, and that we have been forsaken?"

"Will they attack them?"

"Definitely, we shouldn't provoke the Empire!"

Emerald Mirror's panic and war weariness stemmed from its deep belief in the god of the earth. Almost all warriors believe that the gods of the earth, the Titans of Nature, will favor and protect them. Even if they die heroically, they will be invited to the temple and feast with the children of the gods. Their warrior souls will be purified and sublimated in the hymns of the Holy Land and the wine brewed by the gods, and finally return to the land.

And under the White Kite City, that defenseless battle should be called a massacre, and there is no honor at all, whether it is for the army of the empire or the warriors of the ancient kingdom. It's just that the Imperial soldiers don't care about the feast of the gods.

War weariness grew as rumors swirled and spread rapidly among Quint's army. Quint knew he had to act. And at this moment, another disturbing news suddenly spread throughout the Tivak continent.

Psychic power in the Empire will be officially recognized by the Empire as a unique skill and renamed: Magic.

"The method of using magic essences", this is the new definition of psychic power developed by the Empire. At the same time, two magic academies were opened in Black Eagle City, the capital of the empire, which were open to ordinary commoners and nobles. In the newly published literature, all expressions related to the word "magic" will be strictly controlled. The term was used in many of the original empire's fairy tale books, and now it had to be revised and published.

The most shocking and uplifting message of this move by the Hilfa Empire was that "psychic power (magic) can be taught and learned." One can imagine what shocking news this is in an era when the psychic power is so weakened that it has almost disappeared. Sure enough, as soon as the news spread, it immediately became the hottest topic in the entire Tevak continent. Big cities and towns, streets and alleys, everyone is talking about it.

"Jill, why don't you give it a try?" said the owner of the shoe shop in Swamp Dragon City with a smile at the herbalist, "Even civilians have academies, and they can learn magic by paying tuition, didn't you always fantasize that you had psychic powers when you were young?"

"Forget it, it's all too old. Jill shook a flat bamboo coil and shook the herbs on it, trying to dry his herbs in the swamp at noon.

Not only them, but there are people everywhere in the empire who are tempting and encouraging their friends: "Why don't you try?"

This question is asking others, but also asking yourself.

And more young people immediately quit their current jobs, packed their bags, took all their possessions, and rushed to Black Eagle City. For a while, on several main roads leading to Black Eagle City, many young travelers in similar costumes could be seen, risking the danger of being attacked by demonic beasts

to the capital of the Empire.

Outside Black Hawk, a large number of Imperial sergeants patrol the city in small teams. They surrounded Black Eagle City, patrolling the route layer by layer, and as soon as they found the traces of the monster, they would immediately warn and start to clear it. Such a strict vigilance mechanism made the citizens of Black Eagle City feel a little more at ease. You know, some time ago, when the demonic beasts suddenly gathered outside Black Eagle City, they frightened the people.

As if attracted by something, those demonic beasts actually tried to storm the city gates and pour into the city. Fortunately, the Generalissimo of the Empire, Leston Theo Taylor, personally commanded the defense, and the Imperial soldiers fought bravely to repel the monster.

- Of course, these are simple messages that the authorities provide to the public after the fact.

The attack of the Monsters took place in the middle of the night, and although Reston had been informed in advance that there might be an attack by the Monsters, he was still deeply shocked by their sheer size. The marshal, who was nearly half a hundred years old, had never seen the group of demonic beasts gathered together like an army in the Black Eagles, orderly but irrational, and only the attraction of Black Eagle City made them temporarily suppress the idea of attacking each other.

Of course he knew what was in Black Hawk City. He had also not approved of this revival plan of the archconsul Mason and the archduke Burley, but after Emperor Andrés gave the order, he said nothing more. After all, even if the official position is already a marshal, he is still a soldier, and he knows his vocation as a soldier.

Fortunately, he was prepared when facing the impact of the monster. Hundreds of psychic warlocks and combat specialists were awarded military ranks and incorporated into special combat units in advance. But even so, the night's battle cost nearly half of the casualties, which makes him feel terrified to this day. The corpses were strewn all over the city outside Black Hawk, but before the city gates were opened the next day, they were all cleaned up by Mason's "logistics troops".

As the Empire's military chief, Reston didn't quite understand why the Emperor would erect so many enemies at the same time, leaving the Empire in a situation where it was under attack, and at the same time facing a massive infestation of demonic beasts. It's really internal and external, and it's not at all reasonable. Although he asked Mason to take the opportunity of the council to quickly advance north and take the three counties in the north, for the strong enemies on the east and west sides, this was just a little worry.

Some say that if you take the north, the empire can launch a surprise attack from the sea route of the North Sea. Reston smiled bitterly, where is it so easy? The construction of warships, the training and adaptation of personnel, is not an overnight thing. Even if they directly used the ships built by the North, what about the crew? They couldn't all use the sailors of the defeated countries as their crews, right? Perhaps the families of these sailors died in this war, holding a grudge against the Empire......

Reston was a native of the Hilfa Empire. He knew that the empire had lived inland for generations, and that few people had practical experience in naval warfare and shipping, and that the empire had never paid attention to the accumulation of knowledge and the cultivation of personnel in this area. Now, the Emperor has issued a new code of laws that redefines psychic power as ...... What "magic".

The marshal's brows furrowed, and the marks left by the years on his face became clearer.

Ordinary, though

The young people of the empire were not so worried, on the contrary, they were all a little excited to try it. Especially when they arrived at the gate of the academy, which was open to civilians, and met countless "prospective students" with the same purpose as them, their excitement and longing were even more overflowing. They signed their names nonchalantly on the registration form about the risk of the aptitude test, and they were a little uneasy about the arrangement of the new students at the welcome party about the need to enter the army after graduation. But what is there to fear from the enemy at the thought that he can manipulate his psychic power at will?

It didn't take long for the Empire's "Hecati Academy of Magic", which was open to civilians, to welcome its first batch of new students, totaling 23,745 people. The "Titanis Academy of Magic", a magic academy that was only open to nobles, also had a total of three hundred and sixty-seven first students from various territories of the empire.

(End of chapter)