Prancys was amazed at the otherworldly cutlery at the moment. The soldiers were able to pick up noodles and pieces of meat with two wooden sticks. He himself tried it with chopsticks in disposable cutlery, which was simply impossible for him. As for the transparent plastic bowl, he also secretly hid it on his body like the villagers. Although he had seen it in the Imperial Capital Magic Association, there was nothing wrong with being able to bring it back to his fiancée.

Having eaten and drunk, the village chief invited Prancys to sit down at the stainless steel table. Huang Yuan immediately presented the terms of the peace talks, hoping that Prancys would be able to present back to Emperor Elta or any of the forces that could decide the course of the war.

Prancy pinched the snow-white copy paper and began to read.

1. Immediately return the captured civilians.

I've got a big grass...... Prancy was first amazed at the position and proportion of the first condition. For a war that will drain the Empire with blood, the enemy must want more than anything else to take the Empire's muscles together. He glanced suspiciously at Huang Yuan, who was putting on a serious face, and continued to read.

The reparations were entirely unexpected. After the free trade and mining exploration, it turned out to be a request to agree on the location of the next negotiation. Throughout the full text, there was no land to cede the city, let alone let Elta claim to be a minister. Now that the eastern and western armies have been defeated, there is no straw that can hinder them from sweeping Elta in one step, why are the conditions so low?

Huang Yuan naturally didn't know what this magician was thinking. From print media to online media to self-media, they are paying close attention to the whereabouts of these captured civilians every day. In addition to the positive attention, there are all kinds of slander, fabrication, and speculation. Being able to save even a civilian one day earlier will be of great help to the direction of the wind in the field of public opinion.

Of course, Prancy couldn't understand the teachings here. He just felt that this agreement was a great deal for his future, and phew, Elta's future. He agreed, and that was exactly what Doniva and the Magic Guild, both shipwreck rats, had in mind. Then all he had to do was to hurry up and send this news, which was even more joyful than he imagined, to the Shield City by messenger demon.

The convoy will split into two halves tomorrow, and the half will continue to go deeper to talk about life with Doniva in Shield City, and see if they can sign any Shield City Treaty by the way. The other half had no choice but to return to the base for rest. It's late at night, and it's not wise to go back and challenge the dirt roads full of potholes with the bonus of darkness. Eventually, they chose to camp outside the village.

The tent's lights went out with the lights out, and the dark sentry was still using its night vision devices to watch its surroundings.

The leader of the rout, the centurion of the light infantry unit in the rear of the former expeditionary force, was now gritting his teeth and staring at the camp of the PLA.

"Big brother, they're all asleep, can you get a vote?"

"Wait!"

"Big brother! It's been a long time since the brothers have eaten! If we want to sack the village, and we are afraid that the prince's cavalry will come to settle accounts after the autumn, we can't outrun them! The soup of this group of yellow soldiers is so fragrant, the brothers can't wait! A cavalryman who had lost his horse next to him couldn't bear it anymore, and said with one hand holding the hilt of his saber.

A group of people jumped out of the late autumn bushes and were immediately caught by night vision devices.

"Sentry Four, are there any other enemies?"

"Not yet."

"Okay, use them to rejuvenate your bones. Get ready for battle! ”

A wake-up call woke everyone in the camp up. Huang Yuan was still in a hurry to put on his training uniform, and the soldiers next to him had already put on their shoes and rushed out.

The snow-white searchlight shattered the illusions of the routers. The people of the three searchlights were flustered, and for a moment it was like daylight in the field.

And LRAD, who would later be known as the Otherworldly Sound Demon, was slowly spinning around at these poor routers.

With the power on, multiple ultrasonic beams were shot forward, and then tuned into stereo sound at a predetermined point, which was seared into the minds of the rout.

There seemed to be a thousand men from another world singing inexplicable songs in their heads—rather roaring.

"Arise, hungry slave!"

"Arise, you who are suffering all over the world!"

"The blood is already boiling, and we must fight for justice!"

"I'll wipe Lao Zhao, who asked you to change to the Internationale, don't kill if you release the gun!"

“……“

Even if they try to cover their ears, it won't help, and the magic sounds that they don't understand will continue to flow through their heads. As a result, all the soldiers who got up only caught a group of prisoners, a meal of sticks and handcuffs, and the labor of the rear base was now lost.

Prance knew that there was an idea within the empire to drive the night elves to attack at night to deal with this group of big troubles, and this matter was still contacted by the Magic Association and the elves, but he felt that it was completely unnecessary at this time. Elves generally don't like to get involved in human strife, and they are not interested in getting too involved with any human in one place. Not to mention the fact that the battle was almost a futile exercise with no chance of winning.

Such a powerful illumination magic, the duration seems to have no upper limit, I have long known that the Empire is now the most advanced in light magic, called the full moon sage, Prance has seen her light magic demonstration, maybe her magic can be called the full moon, but these magicians in front of her are all sun-like existences compared to her. The light was concentrated like a pillar, illuminating the rout, and the bushes behind it were also visible in the piercing light, which was the shocking power. He wasn't so interested in how those soldiers fell in pain compared to the bright light. How did tens of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield of Noi die under heaven's punishment? It's easier to bring down these routs than to kill tens of thousands. At least that's what he thought.

Immediately drowsy, Prancy began to take out a pen and paper and write down the report. It was necessary for him to experience the otherworldly means of transportation, and it was also necessary for him to hand over his observations in duplicate to Lord Doniva in Shield City before he reached the provincial capital, and submit the other copy to the Imperial Capital Magic Association.

Doniva himself was a student who had studied at the Magical Association's affiliated academy, and could be regarded as Plancis's senior. After the coup d'état in the winter moon, Doniva's father took over the power and later was sent to the frontier by the fiefdom in disguise, and he has always maintained a good cooperative relationship with the Magic Association. Any information is necessary for him to know, especially now that both are rats desperately trying to escape from the shipwreck. Loyal? Is he loyal to the old emperor who killed his brother and coup d'état, or is he loyal to the old emperor who betrayed the rights and interests of the empire and caused the Bimoon Church to be in dire straits? Self-preservation is their top priority.