A few days later.

Lionheart, the royal city.

In the depths of the palace, four golden lion pillars stand upright, the tulle curtain falls with the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines into the hall, which is clean and bright.

The high priest of the temple came to the throne with a precious piece of paper information and handed it to the resting king.

The king does not always sit on the throne, and the place he often goes to is the harem, where he exchanges philosophical questions about life with the beautiful lion girls, cat girls, fox girls, etc.

Today the king was not in a very good mood and sat on the throne in a daze.

The king was very fond of sitting on the throne because it would give him the joy of ruling over the peoples.

Seeing the chief priest striding briskly, the king raised his eyebrows, and the joy in his heart decreased slightly, "Is there any bad news again?" ”

"I know, but there's bad news right now, and you have to understand." The High Priest of the Kingdom sits on his throne as Chief Priest, second only to the King's throne, and if the old King does not come forward, he is equivalent to the Acting King.

The old king took the love newspaper, a piece of paper with a fairly neat typesetting, a layout that King Lionheart had never seen before.

At first glance, he took a fancy to the big bold headline of the newspaper, only to see that it was written: "Tomorrow's City Victory, South Bank Mayor ......"

Seeing these lines, the old king almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The king's face changed slightly, "This, what is this!" ”

"As you can see, this is a local love newspaper in Tomorrow City, and the people of Tomorrow City call it 'The Paper', which in my opinion is a way to show off, a war letter to declare war on our Lionheart."

The high priest was so angry that he blew the thick beard on his chest, raised his big slap, and slapped the iron armrest of the seat angrily.

"War book?" When the king heard this, his face became gloomy.

Then he carefully read the words in the newspaper, line by line.

"After Saltpeter Town, South Bank Town is also their target, it seems that the extra-large beast tide has not consumed too much, otherwise they will not send troops to expand immediately after the beast tide." The King blinked, keenly aware that Tomorrowland was in a pretty good state at the moment.

"But it can't be ruled out that it was their bluff, if I am the lord of Tomorrow City, with a weapon as powerful as artillery, directly break through the city gate, the musketeers will suppress the formation, and the entire city will almost be taken directly, without much effort." The High Priest gave the opposite opinion.

"You have a point, with the musketeers of Tomorrow City, it really shouldn't let Southbank Town go, unless he is bluffing, and its ammunition depot is really running out." The king nodded in agreement.

As for muskets, the old king two months ago did not know much about muskets, but as the royal city has studied further, the king has realized the shortcomings of gunpowder weapons.

First of all, ammunition is a problem, a full-fledged musketeer fights on the battlefield and consumes countless gunpowder and bullets.

If the extra-large beast tide is completely annihilated, the amount of ammunition consumed will be at least more than 100,000 pieces.

The above data is guessed by the old king and is not true.

The high priest took out more black paper newspapers on a white background from his wide robe and handed them to the old king, "Your Majesty, these are the three newspapers that will be issued in Tomorrow City, and the date is marked in the upper right corner. ”

The old king oh and looked at them one by one.

"These newspapers, except for the first page to tell some real information, the rest of the things are all small things in the city of tomorrow, not worth watching......"

Having said that, the old king watched with relish.

"It's a great way to get to know Tomorrow City, we don't know the enemy, and the enemy happens to show themselves."

"Huh!? Tomorrow City and Shuizhu Port have officially reached a large-scale business cooperation, and the city lord of Shuizhu Port will go to Tomorrow City to sign a contract in five days, which day is this newspaper? ”

The old king's face was even more shocked, and he hurriedly looked at the date in the upper right corner of the newspaper, and found that the newspaper had been published three days ago.

In other words, two days later, Tomorrow City will usher in the signing date of the cooperation between the two cities.

"Mutiny, this is a mutiny, Count Shuizhu, this bastard thing!"

The old king raised his big hand angrily and slapped the lion king's armrest.

Smack, smack, smack.

Three angry clappings made the beast-eared maids under the seat show timid expressions, their eyes staring at their toes, and the beast's tail trembling behind them, for fear that the old king would offend others.

"Your Majesty, we can't wait any longer, Tomorrow City is now frantically gathering the victims of the disaster in the eastern region, and it is getting bigger and bigger."

"Now even Shuizhu Hong Kong dares to ignore the power of our Lionheart Country, openly establish commercial cooperation, and take the lead in rebellion. With it taking the lead, anti-lion factions in other towns may rise up. ”

The high priest persuaded the old king twice to make up his mind.

"yes, we can't wait any longer." The old king tapped the armrest with his fingers, and his angry face opened and opened, resisting the urge to roar.

After a while, the temple high-level of the royal city, the high-ranking of the royal army, the general of the new musketeers, and others received the conscription order of the royal city, secretly entered the city, and held a two-day military discussion.

The intelligence spies located in Wangcheng naturally discovered the dynamics of the high-level of the lionman, and they became curious.

"What kind of meeting did they have in the city, so long?"

"It's been open for two days, and it hasn't come out yet."

"Eh, they're out!"

"The expression looks serious, staring at the point, and if there is a big move, report it to Alan at any time."

A certain lion-eared orc glanced at Wang Guanxiang a few times in the crowd, and naturally followed the crowd away.

The rest of the lionmen walked over from the other direction, staring blankly at the important leaders of the Lionheart Nation.

On the other side, Tomorrow City is about to usher in the city lord of Shuizhu Port, and the orcs in the city are hotly discussed.