It is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task to put this mixed team of demons and mortals in order. However, Ogre Blue, who is the quartermaster, and Brach, the desert elf, who is the captain of the City Watch, are very commendable.

They kept a detailed count of all supplies, especially food and drinking water, and distributed them on a per capita basis. Some of the high-ranking members of the mortal mercenaries expressed their displeasure, believing that they deserved more, but when the law enforcement officers sent by Bradch glared angrily, the group immediately fell silent.

Compared with the mortals inside the city, the military discipline of the group of devil soldiers outside the city was much stricter, except for the commanders of the Barto Expeditionary Legion who were forced by the power of Queth, the other Battzu welcomed the cohesion of the legion and the return to order.

"Those days were unbearable!" said the captain of the Barb Demon Guard, dipping a shredded cigarette from the leather pouch of the man he was carrying with him and putting it into the bony pipe in his mouth, "all the great opportunities were wasted, thanks to the fact that Lord Quis is back in charge of the situation." ”

"Perhaps, but if only the mortals weren't so fond of them," said another devil who knew him well, "what are they for? ”

Traction City has been driving for two days straight, encountering many earthquakes along the way, avoiding several volcanoes that have suddenly erupted. And with the cracking of the earth, a large amount of gas that was originally accumulated in the ground overflowed, and the acid mist canyon became full of "sour gas".

Although this is not an extreme environment for the devil, the group of mortal mercenaries in the city are not so strong in tolerance, and can only rely on the caster to desperately purify the air, so they do not have a large amount of non-combat attrition.

Therefore, after detecting the surrounding situation and finding that there is no obvious danger, the traction city finally stopped today. Many craftsmen wearing acid-proof amulets and pig-nosed gas masks began to bust up and down the fortress. They had to do damage management, not only by adding acid-resistant coatings to the fort, but also by adding a decentralized, air-purification system that would cover the entire Traction City.

Originally, it would have been very unwise to carry out such a huge renovation project now. But since yesterday, I don't know what the situation is, the workshop area in the center of the fortress has been running at full power, frantically producing all kinds of spell creations. Things like the Acid Charm and the Pig-Nose Gas Mask are all pediatrics, and many engineering structures and even combat golems are starting to roll off the production line.

"Look at those dragons!"

The two devils, who were still chatting just now, suddenly looked up and saw a figure in the distance in the sky. With their excellent eyesight, they quickly recognized that it was actually a group of flying dragons. But to their surprise, the alarm bell in the city was not sounded for a long time, as if they were not worried about the possible enemy situation at all.

And that was true, because the arrival of those dragons was already in Quest's plan. He had informed Krifia that he should gather all his forces in one place at this time, and be prepared for a counterattack that the two demon lords could launch at any time.

Moreover, after learning that the dimensional source core was damaged, Krifia had already guessed that it was most likely the five-colored dragon and did it (even if it wasn't Tiamat himself, it must have something to do with it). As the "third generation of gods", she has a deep understanding of that person's madness, and she knows very well the character of that person, if she can achieve her goal, even if she sacrifices her own bloodline, she will not feel distressed at all.

With six gods and no master, she can only rely on herself at this time, and an alliance with Ques is the best choice for Kriffia. In particular, the other party also assured him that as long as he could complete the task of collecting the dragon army, in order to prevent Krifia's debt from becoming a dead debt, he would send him out of the Acid Mist Canyon as a last resort.

Man is a sword, I am a fish. Now Krifia has no other choice, she can only hope for the young blue dragon, hoping that he, out of his orderly nature, can keep his promises. Other than that, her only thought was to end the upcoming battle as soon as possible. After all, the wait has been too long, and I am afraid that something else will happen.

"Hold on," said Queth, standing on the balcony of the audience room, watching the dragons land around New Prosperity Town, and sent a message to Kriffia to reassure her, "Tomorrow at the latest, no more than fifteen hourglasses at the earliest, those demons will appear." As long as you lead the dragons into the fray when you need it and help me seal the victory, I'm sure I'll keep my promise, I promise. ”

"I hope so. ”

Krifia's reply was very simple, and she had a lot of things to do now, the most important of which was to fill the bellies of the five-colored dragons first. After all, the Great War is about to begin, and good generals will not starve their soldiers at this time. Besides, after the end of the upcoming war, New Prosperity Town will not have to worry about logistics, so Quest is open to the dragons.

Of course, the food—protein-rich energy bricks made from the flesh of the Acid Mist Worm—wasn't all that delicious by dragons' standards, but it was better to be full, even if the dragons ate it all day. It's just that except for those white dragons, most of the dragons stop eating after they are full, and they don't let their stomachs swell into balls.

Similar to the dragons, the mortal mercenaries of New Prosperity enjoyed extravagant rations and long periods of rest before the Great War. With the exception of the most stubborn servants in the camps, they were squeezed out of the last bit of surplus value, taken on work several times heavier than before, and after death, they were made into soul prisms to make their final contribution to Quest's pocket.

Now, the entire traction city is in a state of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside, and only Quis is nervously arranging and assigning tasks to the original Bato generals. However, this situation is not unfamiliar to them, after all, many of them are veterans who have experienced several bloody battles, and they actually have a lot of experience in fighting demons.

"Master Quest," a devil general with scars all over his body, after listening to the deployment of the young blue dragon's troops, after thinking for a while, he still asked suspiciously, "Why don't you let those mortal mercenaries be used as cannon fodder first, after all, even if they are used as consumables, those low-level Batzu cubs are much more valuable than them?"

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