When the U-Sang warships appeared above the sea, several small fishing villages along the coast near the Wall of Despair were still asleep. These human beings, who relied on pearl diving and fishing for their livelihood, were "lucky" to be secretly executed by mermaid slaves who touched the land by night, and did not fall into the same miserable life of slavery as murderers.

"I love fire as part of a grand welcome, but it is difficult for the inept merfolk slaves to appreciate this high beauty, and they only like to cut the throats of their enemies with cold, damp knives and forks...... Tonight, the bright moonlight in the deserted city shines on me alone. "The man who spoke stood at the bow of the battleship, dressed in satin armor made of mythril silk, with crimson enamel on his chest, thigh-deep boots sewn into calfskin, a short-handled one-handed sword at his waist, and a black flag embroidered with the family crest embroidered with gold thread on his back. Among his words, the first half of the sentence still has some descriptions of the war situation, and the second half of the sentence is directly an excerpt from an ancient poem "The Moon of the Deserted City".

He is really a man who is contrived to the extreme, this is the evaluation in the hearts of those who listen to the words of General Uso. Brittany wrapped himself in a black robe, the thick linen fabric, which was neither beautiful nor imposing, but effective in withstanding the cold of the night. Still, the listener ostensibly applauded the aria-like way of speaking of the general, which he had to do, and the other party had the capital to make him bend down and flatter: a hundred three-masted schooners about 140 feet wide and more than 200 feet long as the vanguard, 10,000 freedfolk swordsmen, 50,000 or more legions of "Dudie" slaves, and as many as 800 spellcasters......

These were only about a tenth of the forces that the U-sangs had prepared for this war, and there were more ships and more generals watching the movements of the vanguard. If they are able to pass through the Wall of Despair, the follow-up troops will follow closely and directly attack the hinterland of the Medici Empire through this moat. The key to this lies in the guidance of Brittany, the former second-order heir of the Pharaoh who was exiled to the U-Sang Empire with merchant ships after his failed usurpation and deportation, and who was considered by the Admiral and Senate to be the key to unlocking the Medici Empire.

After admiring the work of the Mermaid Landing Task Force in Miro, the U-sang general shrugged his shoulders in boredom, more than a thousand lives were not worth mentioning to him. The rank of the Wasang nobles was judged by the number of slaves, and those who had 100,000 slaves reached the lowest level of "Yingxi" - that is, they were eligible to participate in the cavalry and archery tournaments to win honors, those who had 500,000 slaves were called "regents" - that is, they were eligible to participate in the Senate Council to provide political activities and make recommendations, and those who had more than one million slaves belonged to the top of the Usang aristocracy, and these people were called "Hupeng", which meant that the huge Peng birds soaring in the sky also obeyed their orders.

The nobles were candidates for the Otto and the Senate, and the strongest of them was given the title of "General General" and was responsible for coordinating all military operations with the Senate. Although a considerable number of aristocratic oligarchs are ordinary humans, due to the large number of slaves, their lives can often be continued through "corruption spells", relying on the life force drawn from slaves.

Slaves were the foundation of the U-Sang Empire and the fundamental purpose of all its actions. Although slavery was prevalent in other countries of the Ash World, it was dwarfed by the U-Sang. There are many kinds of slaves, including animal slaves who are responsible for raising and grazing, war slaves who are responsible for military activities, bed slaves who warm the tent and cover the feet of their masters, and torture slaves who accept punishment for their masters, alien races native to the world of ashes serve their slave owners, and strange beings summoned from other worlds serve their slave owners.

The division of labor, an efficient means of organization and management, has long been recognized by the ruling class of the U-sang people. For example, the Mermaid Miro, who had just carried out the landing operation, was specially purchased by General Usang at the "Naoetsu Talent Market", a well-known slave trading center, before leaving. Those who were lured from the bottomless abyss to the material plane, after putting on the slave collar, only learned that the Usang was a more terrifying place than the Abyss Demon Domain. Of course, this is for slaves, and for slave owners who sit on thousands of slaves, Usang is heaven. And spreading the "glory" of heaven is the duty of every Usang general.

"Mr. Brittany, the Senate takes the Wall of Despair raid very seriously, as you already know," General U-Sang said, turning to the black-robed heir of the former Pharaoh Medici. The latter looked away from the wooden scars on the sole deck of his feet, only to notice that in the cold night breeze, the enamel on the chest of General Uso's Mithril satin armor was glowing red—a kind of warmth that needed to be powered by obsidian orbs at all times. The commander of the U-Sang advance army saw the glint in Brittany's eyes, and he was pleased with this look of envy: "U-sang culture and customs teach us not to neglect anyone of high status, including you and ourselves. For example, I have been involved in military activities since I was 16 years old, and I am only qualified to become an advance general more than a hundred years later. You will only be able to obtain the ultimate promise of the Senate to you, to become the next Pharaoh of Medici, who will be the next goodwill Ussan......"

The morning sun by the sea is always much more industrious, and even in the shortest days of the bloody massacre, the warm sunlight still shines on this small fishing village that has been cut off from the population. Thirty years later, Brittany once again set foot on its homeland, although it could only be nominally counted as the frontier of the Medici Empire. "The three peaks are lined up, and the rising sun is behind you. The heir of the Empire, who was no longer young, stood on a jutting rock on the near-vertical slope of the Wall of Despair, reciting a song he had taught his father about the geography of the empire as a child, and a rift that could only be passed sideways by one man was in front of him: "This path is more than thirty feet above the ground, and only a child can pass through the throat at first, but when it goes deep there is an isthmus for carriages and horses to lead to the central desert of Medici." It's just that a group of mighty beasts call it home, and the Pharaoh of Medici only rule that region legally. ”

Brittany was speaking to the general of the Advance Legion of the Missants, and the commander was in a pose of trampling on a rock for his accompanying painters to trace—a custom he had to have his servants paint a portrait of the conqueror at each point of his expedition. He was so obsessed with this practice that he even promoted the painter, who was originally a medium slave, to a free people, and gave him a salary as his exclusive servant. At this time, the painter had completed the initial positioning sketch, humbly saluted the general, and prepared to return to the ship to complete the subsequent coloring work. When General Usang heard Brittany's words, he couldn't help but sneer lightly, but the "good upbringing" still made him immediately cover up his frivolous behavior with a slight cough: "You can find this secret way, and the most important work has been done, and the following work will be done by someone." ”

With the gesture of the general, the two accompanying mages walked up to the cliff face and both cast the "Fossil to Mud" spell, and the narrow throat area pointed out by Brittany was immediately widened by the spell. A gravel-strewn but flat-looking canyon path appeared in front of everyone. Confirming the sturdiness of the cliffs on both sides of the isthmus, the caster sent a follow-up signal to the rear fleet.

As a signal, the arcane sigil flickered into the air, and a battleship that had been forcibly stranded at the dock of the former small fishing village was quickly dismantled—skilled slave laborers pulled out some rivets from special parts of the battleship under the whip of the governor according to the planned steps, and the keel structure of the battleship, the deck of the ship, and the large amount of wood it was already carrying were all pushed onto the dock. Bundles of lumber, nails encased in crates, animal tendons encapsulated in oak barrels, and twine piled up on wooden planks were carried to the open space below the Secret Passage, paved with logs, and simple conveyor roads paved with logs. In almost a quarter of an hour, improvised scaffolding was erected, and the rock, more than 30 feet above the ground, was first widened by wooden planks to become a spacious operating platform, and then a large amount of earth and rock were piled up to create a ramp step that connected to the ground below.

It seems that the progress is still a little slow, or that he wants to show the majesty of the empire to Brittany in front of him. The general ordered the freedmen to be taken away from the governors who were "so degraded by the ease of sailing on the seas that they were unable to draw a whip" that they used as a direct source of energy for the obsidian orbs that the mages needed to set up detection spells. In this way, the rest of the governors all rounded their arms and whipped the whip loudly. "This is the inferior nature of inferior people, and you have to beat it well to have enough energy. People like you and me, who are born noble, don't ...... like this," Shogun Usan explained to those around him.

"Your Excellency, I have long known the strength of the Usang Empire, and I am also envious of your country's efficient and pragmatic statecraft. Even if you don't seem to be a good slave, you will be more enthusiastic about your work than the Medici was dubbed Byt—meaning a good slave," Brittany also eased from his fugue state on land, and bowed slightly to the commander of the Usang Advance Army, and said, "But out of the same sense of responsibility as you, I have to remind you that at the other end of this canyon pass there is a beast that far beyond the reach of an extraordinary man, and that it is the home of dragons—"

"Dragon's Lair Territory, this is what you Mediqi people say. And we Usan are more accustomed to calling it by its first name—the lair of the blue dragon," interrupted Brittany, but he "patiently" pointed to the fleet anchored far off the coast: "Believe my judgment when the future monarch from a foreign country trusts me that professional matters should be entrusted to professional people. ”

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