"And what about here, how many magic guns does Avery have?" Cynthia seemed to be in a much better mood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the dwarven gnomes of Falling Rock are uncertain, if Elliot's goal is only to block the other four northfall cities, the loss of Fog City and Cliff City will not be too great. If Fermon could block the first wave of the knight army's attack and support the dwarven reinforcements, then the consequences of this knight invasion would not be as serious as she had just expected.

In fact, from Cynthia's point of view, she would rather sacrifice tens of thousands of dwarves than see Huls fall. Because this is not only the hope of Donner, but also the hope of Cynthia and the entire Far North.

This confidence has slowly accumulated over the past decade or so as to witness incredible miracles one after another. Two days ago, Cynthia reaffirmed her idea when she saw that the wheat seedlings were growing more vigorously and densely than any of the cooked fields in the newly watered wasteland watered with fertilizer.

As long as Donner is here, there is hope for the Far North, unless ...... Cynthia's heart thumped, and she was suddenly a little scared, would this man who had been prophesied by his ancestors and appeared in the oracle be angry with all the dwarves and gnomes because of Spike's stupidity?

Thinking of this, Cynthia couldn't help but quietly pay attention to Donner's expression.

"One for each person, it's already being distributed outside. Donner's expression was as usual: "However, you seem to be too optimistic, this magic spear that does not use any Mithril can deal with third-level knights at most." ”

"An army of 100,000 people, how many knights above the fourth level do you think there can be?" This was the first time that a smile appeared on Ceoseys' face this morning until now.

"Half?" asked Donner.

"Not necessarily. Cynthia shook her head, thinking about saying something more to appease Donner, but when it came to her lips, she stopped talking, feeling that it was too deliberate, and it might only backfire.

"In the Magic Continent, even if you count the lowest-ranking Porterne, at least more than half of the total population are mages above the Blue Bird, and if an army is sent, the Blue Bird Mage will not have a chance to join. Donner didn't care about Cynthia's expression.

"A mage only needs a flask to advance, and a knight needs to go through countless battles to grow. Ceosith seemed to be defending himself.

Donner nodded, but he wasn't as optimistic as Ceauses. The three northern provinces are not only large cities like Santan and Canyon City, but also scattered small towns, farms, and estates, where there is no resistance to the knightly army.

Moreover, even if the low-level knights were not considered, there were tens of thousands of knights above the middle rank waiting for him to face - an army of knights far less than this number would be enough to wipe out any Middle-earth continent.

If Donner could see what was happening in Misttown, he would be even more convinced.

......

When the scouts reported that the entrance to Foggy City was twenty kilometers ahead, Elliot ordered the spot to be repaired. At this time, just over half an hour had passed since sunrise.

The resting place that Eliot chose was a hill. From the night of April 16 to the morning of the 18th, the march lasted nearly thirty-six hours, without sleep, and yesterday afternoon he crossed a gorge, and because he was unfamiliar with the terrain, Eliot took one of the most difficult paths, trekking for four hours before crossing the Oviere Mountains in intelligence.

Now, to be able to lie down on this gentle hill, bask in the sun, and smell the scent of grass and earth was a great pleasure for the soldiers behind him.

Elliot chewed on the dry food he had brought with him, staring in the direction of the sun. Within twenty kilometers of the vicinity, there were scouts patrolling, and he was not worried about an accident suddenly appearing.

The reason why he chose to rest at this point in time was not purely to let the soldiers recover their strength, there was a more important reason: the most important target of this expeditionary force was Fog City, and in order to block this giant cliff city inhabited by hundreds of thousands of dwarves, Jesse made a careful plan.

At sunrise on April 18, an army of more than 10,000 knights will invade the city-state of Ganges with one purpose: to lure the dwarven king Grunada, or at least to the bottom of the Fog City, so that Eliot's operation can go more smoothly.

By now, that army must have made enough moves that the giant Jesse judged that the dwarven king Grunada was reckless by nature and most likely would lead his troops into battle.

So, Elliot's action was scheduled for the second hour after sunrise - just as Grunada was on the rise of the Ganges city-state.

The plan might not have succeeded, but with 10,000 chips in exchange for the possibility of killing the Dwarven King, the giant Jesse thought it was a good deal—and Elliot thought the same way.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the army that rushed to the hill grew larger. By the time Eliot figured that the hour had come, there were already three or four thousand people gathered here.

At this time, Elliot slowly got up, and with the help of the guards, he straightened his armor one last time and drew his long sword to check. Behind him, nearly a thousand knights were armed with two-handed axes, just as Ceoses casually uttered.

"One afternoon a few months ago, I met a beggar on the outskirts of Fairman......" Eliot suddenly spoke, slowly, but loudly enough to be heard by two or three thousand people around, "and when he took the bread from my hand, he deliberately turned his face away......

Elliot looked around at the group, his height was not as outstanding as that of the giant Jesse, but he was still tall, standing there like a tower, the mud and dust on the silver armor were wiped clean by the guards, and it was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

"I asked him, 'Is it a knight?' and he said, 'No, it's not ......,' and his voice was as soft as a mosquito. But do you know him? I know him, I've seen him in the Double Star Mercenary Regiment! His name is Fetro, and he's a messenger, and some of you may know him!" Elliot raised his voice again, "So, I know why he didn't look away when he took the bread from my alms. ”

“...... Because of shame!" Elliot suddenly exclaimed, "Because a knight should never go to beg!"

The soldiers listened with some emotion, for the knights had been more or less embarrassed in the past few years since the dwarves had tightened their sacks, and sometimes they were not a step away from stealing, robbing, and begging.

"The dwarves have taken over the Crystal Mine! the Middle-earth species have taken over this fertile land!, but what do we have?!" Elliot shouted.

"We ...... We have nothing. ”

......

"Yes, we don't have anything. ”

......

In the chaotic answers, some people mourned, some people were angry, and many more people bit their lips and didn't say a word.

"Wrong ......" Elliot jerked his sword from his waist, "We have a sword and a great axe!!"

This time, the army of thousands of people was instantly set on fire, and all of them raised their blades in their hands and shouted hoarsely: "We have swords and great axes!"

"Knights who don't want to be beggars, hold your heads high, the city of the dwarves is ahead!" Elliot pointed at the city of fog, "all the glory lost...... Today...... We'll pay it back!"

Elliot's voice soared into the sky, and the direction in which he swung his sword, the knight army was booming, and the momentum was like a rainbow.