It was another cloudy day without snow.

In the central and eastern parts of Elta, a number of large steel birds flew over. The hunters shuttling through the mountains and forests, the anglers squatting in front of the ice cave gates, and the farmers digging wild vegetables on the ground were all attracted by these big birds.

White umbrellas spread out from behind the big bird's buttocks, and the wooden boxes swayed under the umbrellas and gradually fell. Hunter Jeff watched as such a box landed on the mountainside across from him. His natural curiosity led him to walk towards the box. The sturdy wooden box was hung with a beautiful umbrella cloth at this time. Jeff opened his backpack and used his knife to cut the parachute line and stuff the large cloth into the bag. His bag was even more tattered than an umbrella cloth, and for a while he couldn't tell whether it was a cloth or a bag.

Straighten the box, there are a total of six metal clasps. After opening it, Jeff first saw a letter. "Which magician's gift is this...... Anyway, it fell, and it was mine. Jeff put the letter in his pocket and muttered to himself.

Strange, now it is popular for magicians to send bacon and flour? Jeff stared into his pocket silently. The flour and meat in this small box are enough for him and his family to save money and spend the winter with their prey! Only then did he remember the iron bird that had cast the notice a while ago, could this be a gift from Emperor Doniva?

Jeff took out the letter that was not worth a penny just now and took a closer look, and sure enough, it was not true. His eyes moistened, and if there was one thing that warmed me the most during this year's winter in Elta, it was this.

In the end, the shield city side, which had always claimed to be resolutely unwilling to help, still reached out. The Yun-8 transport plane carried out a large number of grain boxes in various places, and of course, regardless of the content, there must be a letter from Emperor Doniva. However, this time there is a slight difference, that is, Garcia City is not within the scope of the launch.

This was carried out for more than three days. Then the heavy snow began to return to most of Elta, and this kind of release operation could only come to an end.

News of the "Winter Gift of Doniva" on the outskirts of Garcia also quickly spread to the city. Before Wattaf could learn about this and how sinister Doniva's intentions were, the inhabitants who felt abandoned and forgotten had begun to leave the city in droves. When Wattaf learned of this, he did not even have time to put on his shoes, so he hurriedly called the officers guarding the gate to close it, but it was too late - even most of the soldiers guarding the gate had left.

There are very few people in the countryside on the outskirts of Garcia who can find and take away crates of grain. But the message has been passed so far that it has lost its original shape. Most of the news heard by the inhabitants of Garcia was "people outside the city, and everyone was a box of flour that fell from heaven as a gift from His Majesty Doniva". Within a day, Garcia was almost an empty city.

The chaos caused by Baccarat drove out the merchants and nobles, and now the Bilunar Church, which is isolated abroad, has to watch the city of Garcia and its subordinate areas become empty cities without people because of a few chests. Of course, it was the copy paper that made Wataf feel reluctant, when he got the copy paper that was in every box.

It reads: "Leave what you are about to do and come to my land, and I swear in the name of Siravia, that you will all be protected and nourished by me......"

Free peasants and wage farmers have long since disappeared without a trace. All that remained were indentured slaves and farms with enough food. It is no longer possible to maintain this year's magic powder production. Wattaf doesn't plan to continue fighting for this situation either, and he is ready to return to Lancas. Whether he is relegated from his official position or relegated to an idle position, he is indeed no match for Doniva and his new companions. The Elta Department of the Church of the Two Moons also followed him to the harbor city of Hilzi, where Garcia was no longer a place to stay, and the once glorious and wealthy imperial capital was now a withered city, a half-dead city.

In addition to the aviation kerosene consumed by Yunba, the tonnage of flour consumed in the new area in this food war is simply insignificant. In other words, compared to flour, aviation kerosene is the bulk of consumption. Dr. Wei wrote in his blog:

“…… I don't think it's any kind of humanitarian aid, it's just a propaganda war, the food box is just like the bottle of shampoo stuck to the back of the questionnaire...... "Actually, he's right, but without the bottle of shampoo, no one would look at the survey, and the same goes for the food box."

At the beginning, this plan did not anticipate the retreat of the Bilunar Church, and the shield city was only ready to meet a large number of hungry people, and the new district also cooperated at this time to repeat that it needed a lot of labor. In that case, Doniva let go of 100,000 hearts and took a good look at the new city that was growing in Lake Marsatch with the mirror grinder who had reunited. Of course, he didn't know that Wattaf had run away, and if he did, he wouldn't have the leisure to do so.

This wise old friend was first frightened and danced with excitement by the iron bird that flew through the air to drop food bombs in the imperial capital, and then when he saw the construction site in the new district, the construction machinery was dumbfounded, and even Doniva didn't know why he was so excited.

Hash couldn't hold back tears rolling in his eyes as his grandfather told his father, and his father had recounted to him that the future of the red dragon was deeply unfolded before him if it did not perish. If father, no, if grandfather and grandfather's father, that great mirror grinding genius could see this scene, it would not be enough to think so, if the first members of the Red Dragon Order, who had regretted their lives for life, could have a look at this city, what a great comfort it would be for them!

After three generations of hiding and unyielding exploration, he didn't expect that one of the biggest correct signs was now standing in front of him, in this world where magic is bigger, there are finally people who can use non-magical power to make such an achievement, and easily defeat Elta's army, which is really incredible!

The rhythm of the wheels, the black smoke from the exhaust pipes, the powerful bodies and booms, aren't those monsters that bring the same blood flowing from the Red Dragon Steam Machinery that terrified the Church of the Two Moons? The same burning flames cast into the body of the red dragon, bringing heat and power, but the machines in front of him were stronger than the power that the red dragon had, and hotter than the flames that the red dragon had!

Hash watched greedily as he met the race that had done it all, and reunited his companions scattered around the world so that they too could come to the realization that the path they were following was not wrong! Using machines to free people's hands, or to increase people's strength, is the right way for humans to go, and such a path can and does bring down those bastards who use magic to deceive people too much! Wait and see, bastards and bastard gods of the Two Moons, you will pay for your hubris and arrogance! Putting the telescope back in his bag, Hash clenched his fists and thought.