One Thousand Forty The judgment of the saints of commerce and what war will change

From the crystal spire, which was taller than the City Lord's Mansion, to the south, clusters of light purple and azure flames bloomed, each of which caused a slight vibration, creating a slight ripple on the protective barrier outside the crystal tower.

Rolling Hippers, who withdrew his gaze from a distance, swept over the empty alleys, his appearance was extremely neatly groomed, and his goatee was extremely finely trimmed, said: "At last the fight began, but I didn't expect the first shot to be fired at us." ”

A merchant with long iridescent hair sat on a throne-like high-backed chair and gracefully pushed away a pile of white coins.

Compared with a few years ago, the beautiful face of the saint has not changed in the slightest, but her temperament has changed a little. I can't feel the initial youthfulness at all, and I seem to be well-mannered and leisurely.

She said in a didactic tone: "This is inevitable, the goddess of order has pawned us the imperial and ecclesiastical stamp duties for the next hundred years, and our lord will naturally firmly implement the platinum covenant and no longer support trade with the Red Union." ”

"The Red Union and the merchants can no longer use Gimpoo for smuggling trade, and the city of Prell loses its value of intercommunication with the Empire, and the forces loyal to the Empire and loyal to the Red Union in the city will naturally have to be separated. ”

Ginny said leisurely: "Sebadian can invite the radicals on both sides out, and his ability is really not small." ”

Lohifus shook his head and said, "I think the Red Union cares more about human life, not only withdrawing the direct personnel, but also restraining those who are loyal to them. Just like last time, try not to let the fighting spread to Prell City. ”

Ginny chuckled: "It's a pity that their opponent here this time is not Kevin Towne, and this war is not the last time." Since my lord fully supports the goddess of order, the Red Union is destined to not end well. ”

"There are many things that can be seen from the situation in Prell City, which is already a decisive battle that will not stop fighting, and it is necessary to use all the strength and at the same time try to weaken the enemy. What are the Red Alliances doing? They have not come to occupy the city of Prell, nor have they considered destroying it so that the Dawning Empire will not use it. ”

The corners of her mouth twitched in pain: "It's a pity that I spent 200,000 Jinpu Ear on the mercenaries of Shigui Island." ”

Then he continued: "War is a duel between the strong, a contest of wills, and if you care about human life, you shouldn't start a war." Such a weak path of faith will not go far after all. ”

"What is the value of human life? Two kinpu ears for civilians, ten kinpu ears for apprentices, it's as simple as that, and you can't even count the accounts. ”

Loshyphus wanted to say something, but shook his head or shut up.

The light in the distance gradually became monotonous, and the light purple completely overwhelmed the blue blue, and I could vaguely see puffs of smoke and dust rushing from south to north, and several flying boats rushed to meet them, and they were entangled with the Red Union fighters.

The two factions in the city of Prell were at odds for several days, with frequent movements of troops from the Red Union and the Empire, and continuous artillery fire of a demonstrative nature. Only now did the fight start, and each side had become extremely restrained and cautious.

In the end, it was Sebadian, the lord of Prell City, who dropped his second boot, he was afraid that the two sides would fight directly in the city, of course, it was more likely that both sides instructed them to issue an expulsion order, driving the most noisy people out of the city and letting them find their own mothers.

These people started outside the city, each calling for help, and the Red Union and the Empire were connected in this way.

Bounded to the south of Prell City, to the east to the Storm Ocean, to the west to the mountains bordering Koster, the border of more than 1,000 kilometers is the boundary between the Red Union and the Dawning Empire on the ground.

After three or four years of construction, both sides piled up all kinds of forts, barriers, batteries, and even radar stations and airfields inside and outside the boundary line. More than 100,000 people from the Southern Army of the Dawning Empire and tens of thousands of people from the Second Front Army of the Red Alliance have been facing off here for a long time, and the two sides have long been prepared for various preparations from small fights to big fights.

In order to support his own people in Prell City, from bombarding the opponent's servant forces with magic cannons, to bombarding the artillery positions of the Imperial Army, and then to sending out a group to defeat the Imperial armored forces that tried to capture friendly troops, the Second Holy War of Order was thus unveiled.

The first shot doesn't exist or anything, that's the first shot.

At present, the Second Front Army of the Red Union is basically a garrison force, and its mission is to rely on various fortresses and enchantments, as well as a permanent air force group, to resist the attack of the Dawning Empire in this direction. A small number of commandos are also used to carry out special tasks and do not have offensive capabilities.

Although the Southern Legion deployed here by the Dawning Empire is large in number and equipped with a large number of magic weapons, it is essentially a garrison force. There was neither a powerful magic cannon group, nor a floating ship and a large number of flying boat troops, and there was no strength to attack the Red Alliance's defense line.

Now the intention of both sides is to take off the second shoe and throw it under the bed, to show the attitude of the internal and external parties who are anxiously watching, and to tell them that the war has come.

"War is here again......"

Redstone, the domain of the Viscount of Lizard Mountain, the halfling Flodo saw the news broadcast in the hall of his castle, and he was both emotional and worried.

He also held a conscription document in his hand, which was jointly signed by the Imperial Noble Division and the Redstone Governor, requiring him to fulfill the obligations of the Imperial nobles, either to hand over Gimpour, which was equivalent to three times the total income of his territory last year, as a contribution to the war, or as the captain of the Redstone Independent Armored Brigade, lead his self-recruited men to report to Emerald Fort and be incorporated into the Central Legion.

Over the years, he teamed up with the elder Bordi to monopolize all kinds of large and small businesses in the Lizard Mountain, and the business network extended to the mountains near the Emerald Castle. Socializing in the mall gave Flordo a belly and a double chin at a young age, and it also made his mind change slightly.

"None of the problems that can be solved with Gimpoo are ......"

Flodo initially thought so, but he was a kind and caring halfling lord who knew that Gimple was relieved of his personal war obligations, and that his subjects, and even the halflings he knew, would still be drafted as soldiers.

Without their own care, without themselves as a bond to unite everyone, what will happen to the halflings in this flesh millstone, Flodo knows very well.

"Looks like I'm going to have to go", and in the end, Frodo didn't give up his responsibility, at least he didn't want to be underestimated by Sam and Pique.

It's a pity that Gomez still hasn't been found, and I don't know how he's doing now.

Flodeau was still worried about his other partner, and he hadn't seen Gomez since he left Koster. It is reasonable to assume that the guy is very likely to be finished with the original mad king Belino, but Flodo's feeling is very clear, Gomez is still alive.

Flodo smiled bitterly and said to himself, "That guy shouldn't be like me, worrying about his fate and the fate of thousands of halflings. ”

In a prison north of Tangus, next to the desolate wilderness, a short, thin halfling rose from the blood-soaked floor, spat out a piece of flesh, and stepped on the head of a stout prisoner who had lost half of his neck and no breath, and looked left and right, and let out a beastly roar in a shrill voice.

"Who!? Who else ——!?"

The prisoners looked at each other, and no one dared to squeak.

Gomez snatched half of the wheat cake from one of the prisoners and swaggered away. The prisoner stared at the small figure of the brother who was so dense with the forbidden ropes that it looked like a vest on his body, his arms and forehead were bruised, but he didn't dare to take a step.

Mad Dog Gomez, even if his supernatural powers are restrained, no one can defeat one of the most unprovoked big men in this prison.

Back in his cell, Gomez broke the wheat cake in half and threw it to the goblin who was crouching in the corner and was busy with something.

"Still repairing the warden with a mirage?"

Gomez said disdainfully: "Except for increasing the time to let the wind out, you didn't get any benefit from that pervert at all." ”

The goblin was none other than the goblin magician Nesgai, who was caught with Gomez, and he said without looking back, "Are you fighting again?" Recently, the prison warden has been saying that he wants to select the right people from the prison to go to the legion. You're so active, beware of being sent to battle. ”

Gomez shrugged: "The prison director can't bear me, he can save half of his heart with me in prison." ”

Nesgai sighed, "That warden is not a god, and he can ignore the divine will of the Emperor and the Holy See. ”

Seeing Gomez lying on the bed board indifferently, Nesgai didn't say much, and patted the mirage machine in his hand: "Another job is done, now I'll hand it over to the prison warden, and by the way, inquire about the situation." ”

In the warden's office, the fat-headed, big-eared warden said, "Lately, you and that Gomez have been careful not to jump too hard." Men are being selected from prison to be stuffed into the legion...... Aha, has it been fixed?"

The warden rubbed his palm, happily took the mirage machine, tried it without any problems, and praised, "Your craftsmanship is trustworthy, Lesgai." ”

In a tone of charity, he said, "It just so happens that I still have some things to rely on you. ”

Hearing that the warden wanted him to be his representative and negotiate business with the slave traders outside, Nesgay said in horror, "You know that I am only good at fiddling with magic mechanical .......

"It's okay......"

"All you have to do is show your face and let the merchants know that I have a goblin by my side," said the warden. ”

"But ......"

Nasgai wanted to say that he was not good at business, but in the face of the cold gaze of the prison warden, he couldn't say anything like that.

"In the evening there will be a group of slave traders, who have come here to buy slaves," said the warden again, "show all your momentum, and let them all understand that there is an old goblin present, and no merchant can deceive me." ”

Gomez and Nesgay were caught in eastern Koster on charges of stealing, robbing and killing Imperial soldiers, and sentenced to 100 years in prison.

In this prison, Gomez relied on violence to become the prisoner boss, while Nesgai, who was good at repairing abrasive guides and knew the warden well, made their prison life not difficult.

Familiar to familiar, once the empire has an order, even if it is just a little girl to summon the arraignment, the warden has to obediently bow his head.

Nesgai was uneasy: "Do you really want to sell even prisoners?"

"Where is this for sale?"

The warden shook his face and crossed his legs and said, "It's dedication, it's the dedication that I, a devout believer, have made to the goddess." ”

He slapped Nesgai's tiny shoulder and grinned, "By the way, help me take care of it, don't let those merchants take advantage of me." ”

"I know you're only good at cultivating magic guides, but you're a goblin! As long as you're a goblin, you must have a talent for buying and selling! Believe in yourself!"

Nesgai muttered, "Goblin talent...... I don't feel like I have anything like that. ”

"Anyway, behave well," said the warden, "if I am satisfied, when the war is over, I will give you freedom." ”

War......

Speaking of war, Nesgai suddenly felt in a trance.

The last war, though short-lived, changed the world dramatically, at least making him a prisoner.

What will happen to the world in this war?

[End of this volume]