Unconsciously, the offensive and defensive battle of Konora City has been going on all day, the sun "Mira" and the sun "Chikasa" have begun to gradually fall into the sky, and the city guards of Konora have repelled the enemy's attack for the first time, and the war has been carried out at this time, both the attackers and the defenders have begun to be obviously exhausted, and even the professionals who have recovered strongly are beginning to be overwhelmed because of mental tension!

The war continued, but now, whether it was the enemy who was enthusiastic and determined at the beginning, or the city guards who trembled to desperately resisted, they had become numb and sluggish, blood solidified and clumped from the bodies of every survivor, the walls and the ground were full of reddish-brown stains that exuded a strong smell of blood, and the bones that had extinguished the flames were only a faint black smoke that still told the tragedy of the past!

Finally, as if the trumpet of retreat descended from the sky, the enemy decided to retreat temporarily, and a large number of soldiers with red armor retreated from under the city wall with iron swords that were still dripping blood, and the surviving city guards also gave a few symbolic cheers of relief, and then fell to the wall full of corpses, and the war ...... End!

Punk stood in the middle of a large piece of minced meat, if an ordinary soldier was standing on a pile of corpses, then Punk was standing in the broth, but Punk's body was not stained with any dirt, and the mage armor and secondary deflection position perfectly avoided blood splashing on Punk, seeing that the sun "Chikasa" was about to sink below the horizon, and the last ray of light of dusk was about to say goodbye to the potholed, blood-soaked walls of Conola City, and seeing the soldiers pious thanks to the gods they worshipped in their hearts for their "kindness" Punk pursed his lips, kicked away half of the flesh-and-blood head at his feet, and walked down the slippery steps due to the accumulation of too much blood, and walked down the city wall unhurriedly!

Gently shook the palm that was still white, Punk felt that his strength had improved to a certain extent, combat is the best way to practice magic, after a full day of "spell casting practice", personally observe and feel the effect and power of the spell, close to the battlefield to practice the timing and choice of spell release, it is very helpful to improve the experience of magic, now, Punk is level 6!

Punk, who really felt the growth of power, was not infected by the sadness of the war at all, and even though the city of Konora was filled with cries of grief, Punk's mood was still relaxed and happy.

But when Punk passes by a shop, even Punk, who thinks he is ruthless, feels a little sad in his heart............

It was a wooden house that had been hit by a boulder, and the cracked and scratched shop sign still had a few immature fonts on it, "Leco Tart Barbecue Restaurant...... This is exactly the kind of rotisserie that punk loves.

Now the shop has been smashed by stones, the ground around it has been shattered, and the blood that flows from the cracks in the rubble has dried up, but the punk can still use the prophecy spell to use the blood of these ordinary people as a medium to know the identity and status of their owners............

The results of the spell probe ...... Naturally, it is very infuriating...... The anomaly is logical............ Whether it's the barbecue uncle, or the little Lori who opened her eyes wide and said "Big brother is so beautiful" in a childish voice, she has already ............ It was "buried" deep into the ground by this boulder............

"Rest in peace, poor little fellow, I will never eat any more delicious barbecue, rest in peace", Punk reached out and gently stroked the huge stone stained with dust and blood, turned around, and continued towards the square............

War...... Never pleasant, never!

The city defenders on the square are distributing food in a unified manner, and in the Faeron plane, if a city is in a state of war, any "strategic materials" such as food for the poor must be handed over to the army for unified rationing! Of course, the general rationing order is that the professional is the first, the nobles second, then the soldiers, and finally the poor people!

In order to stock up on food for what is likely to be a protracted war, all food is theoretically distributed according to "wartime standards", at least for the poor.

Punk saw in the square a large crowd of poor people lining up in a porridge shack made of broken wood to receive a small bowl of porridge made with a little bit of wheat and a few scattered wild vegetable leaves, while the professionals picked up their meals in a makeshift requisitioned shop.

Punk picked up a somewhat greasy dinner plate and performed a cleaning session before taking it to dinner.

There are not many types of food, the staple food is three pieces of wheat bread, it seems that the baker may have been stoned to death, these breads are not only crooked and very "abstract", but the flour is clumped, at first glance it is the handiwork of a layman. With bacon and ham as well as some vegetarian dishes like pickled radish, Punk chose a bacon that looked good and then returned to the blood-soaked city walls with a low-key plate on guard!

For some professionals who have "never seen the world", this bloody and terrifying environment is definitely not a good place to eat, but for "seniors" such as punks who have "experienced a hundred battles", eating in a pile of dead people is not a fuss at all!

Punk ignored the ghostly glances of a few apprentices, he just used a fairly intact corpse as a table and gulped down his food, and now Punk was thinking about the strengths and weaknesses of Conola City, and didn't have time to pay attention to small things like the dining table.

As a border city mainly exporting leather, the city of Konora has never hoarded much grain, and most of the usual grain relies on canals to "import" and transport from other cities rich in grain, although there are also some farms that grow ququ wheat, but the yield is generally low, and in the tender season, the ququ wheat planted in the ground is only a seedling, and it cannot be eaten as food at all, but now Konora City has enough 100,000 troops to support the battle......

"This bit of food lasts for a week at most, even if the enemy only surrounds the city and does not attack, the shortage of food alone is enough to drag down the city of Konora", the punk can already be sure that as long as the enemy army does not go wrong with itself, the city of Konora can be said to be defeated!

"But what does this have to do with me?" Punk gulped a salty slice of bacon into his mouth, he had already decided, when he had slaughtered enough fifty not long-eyed professionals, and after exchanging spells with Mynessie, he would leave the city of Konora, and also leave the doomed kingdom of Camos, and go directly to the neighboring kingdom of Dylan.

Thinking of this, Punk raised his head and looked around at the other professionals who were scattered under the city wall, "I guess their thoughts are similar to their own, after this day's war, even those "hot-blooded baboons" should be sober! Just as Punk continued to calculate time and timing in his heart, a very familiar voice came from not far away!

"Hello~~ Long time no see~ Punk" A familiar greeting sounded from the side of the stairs of the city wall, with the same annoying and annoying as ever, interrupting Punk's thoughts!