Varro Vesalius walked over, mixed feelings, he once thought he would never be able to enter the cornerstone wall again, but he turned out to be wrong, and today he even holds a "key" that only seven family patriarchs can have—the keys to and from ordinary wizards are copies of it, and behind him is a terrible army- Ironically, although the great families of Gayola practiced a relaxed system of councils and elders, starting with Mancini, each great family wanted to have its own army, but it never succeeded, due to internal strife and external pressure.

I didn't expect that the first army on the island of Gayola would appear in this situation.

Although the title of Duke of Colonna comes from the surface world, wizards almost always have a noble title, because wizards have never had a country of their own - and the heads of those big families probably did not expect that Louis XIV's large-scale hiring of young wizards was actually hollowing out the power in their hands- Of course, even if someone told them this, they would not believe it, or they would still hesitate in front of interests, after all, those wizards who went to Calais and Paris, they could only get a small part of the commission, and the big family would take two-thirds or more of it.

The sudden influx of assets has nourished the big families of Gayola Island like a withering flower, but they probably didn't expect that water can be the source of life or a flowing death knell, and in just ten years, when people are unaware of it, Gayola Island has become a dead city, and the young wizards no longer return here, unwilling to continue to provide for those who once ruled their destiny, and what they want, the king will give them.

Gagne, Agnelli, Rocca, or the head of the Delon family, may have sensed this and decided to take the plunge.

Before opening the cornerstone wall, Vesalius turned to look at the army behind him, the young faces - the Duke of Colonna was fourteen years old, and many of the wizards who surrounded him had even grown up in Calais, and they had no affection for those big families, nor were they afraid, but they were eager to try— Louis XIV's rank system was also enforced in this particular army, and these young people, who had not been educated by wizards, but had received a traditional education like mortals, only saw seemingly invincible figures as bargaining chips for their exploits.

Oops, Vesalius was already smiling when he turned around, and when did he start, he also began to speak...... Once upon a time......

Vauban widened his eyes, as one of the few mortals in this army, he only saw that the desert island, which could only be described as a reef, suddenly, how to say, as if an invisible turpentine had washed away the colors that covered the picture, revealing the real work below, he saw a towering white stone wall emerge from the sky, taller than any wall he had ever seen, almost blending with the clouds.

Then, on each white cornerstone, there were hateful, painful, sad, or blank faces, women, men, old people and children, the only thing they had in common was that every inch of skin on their faces was folded under the twist of muscles, as if they were about to face something unacceptable.

The cornerstones moved silently to the sides—as if someone was constantly pulling them away, revealing a tunnel with jagged edges. Each cornerstone was wailing loudly and unwillingly, and even Vesalius couldn't help but take a step back, as a wizard raised by the Mancini family, of course, he would not have the opportunity to hold the key that only parents could have, so it was the first time he had seen such a scene.

The Duke of Colonna raised his hand, and the few mortals in the wizard's army drank the potion under the supervision of the wizard, this potion with the smell of blood made the always brave and fearless Vauban shudder, he saw that the king's royal physician Vesalius was retreating, not because the sound of the cornerstone's shouting was too harsh, but because behind the cornerstone, there were countless resurrected corpses, that is, those mortals whose souls had been extracted, who used to work tirelessly in the wizard's manor and workshop, day and night, and now they were all released- The rancid smell reached the wizards before the horrible faces and bodies.

Vesalius immediately threw a handful of powder into the air, and several wizards behind him did the same, and as the spell took effect, the ground vegetation swirled, entangled with the puppets that had first swarmed them—Vauban pulled out a handkerchief and pressed his nose, waved his arm vigorously, and with a slight thud, several bronze monster statues were pushed up - statues, in fact, decorated waterwheels.

...... Although Louis XIV was always a utilitarian, the people of this era had an extremely passionate pursuit of complex beauty, just like the princess Celestia would say ugly when she first saw a steam-ironclad battleship, and on a wooden battleship, too many carvings and decorations did cause a lot of inconvenience, even a burden, but if the king's craftsmen did not do so, even his soldiers would have doubted whether the ship was strong and reliable.

These waterwheels are similar products, in fact they were originally used to carry beer, but they were requisitioned by Vauban and the Duke of Colonna, and they requisitioned and then refitted, and now they look like dragons crouching on the gun carriages, each bronze dragon is two people tall, they are quickly pushed towards the open cornerstone wall, before the resurrection corpse inside can rush out, several wizards dance their fingers, the dragon's mouth spits out a bronze tube three feet long, the mouth of the pipe is against the gap, the Duke of Colonna finger lightly, as his father once did before leaving the inner world, a flame gushes out from his fingertips。

The sorcerers waiting at the dragon's tail were already impatient, and they acted almost in unison with the Duke of Colonna, slamming down the heavy valve, and out of sight, a mixture of oil, wax, and calcium phosphide was suddenly pumped into the throat of the bronze dragon, and then they were propelled by a strong current of air to eject out of the narrow pipe, all the way to a distance of three hundred feet—a range far and far more dangerous than the "Greek fire" made by the ancient Romans.

As soon as such a fire fell on the puppets who did not know the pain, it immediately burned as quickly as it had met dry firewood, no, it should be said, it was easier than burning dry moss, and the red color of the flame seemed to occupy the whole field of vision of the people in an instant, and the place where they were suddenly turned from late autumn to hot summer, and only a small amount of smoke was produced— Because the fire was so great that the corpses of the resurrected souls, who could no longer perceive the pain, did not wail, flee or roll like the living, they stood there, arms stretched forward in vain, like a torch or candle in the shape of a human.

The candles even melted at a visible rate, rather than simply charred and curled, and Vauban, who had been on the battlefield several times, still wanted to flee and vomit uncontrollably, and even pinched the gold ornaments on his saber with his fingers - he now understood why the "Greek Fire" had long since been redeveloped by scholars, while Louis XIV was reluctant to apply it to the battlefield.

Although tests have been conducted, the logs covered in cowhide are completely different from humans, and these are not really living people...... Vauban glanced at the Duke of Colonna beside him, and for the first time felt that his king was too cruel, but the Duke of Colonna had been sitting calmly in the saddle without the slightest gaffe.

Vauban probably didn't know that in the Inner World, the cruelty of human beings can be magnified to a very terrible level, when only a few places in the Inner World still have serfdom, the Inner World still drives the mortal slaves plundered from the Inner World, and these mortal slaves are even deprived of their souls, their bodies may only need to suffer for a few years, but their souls will have to suffer for decades or even hundreds of years before they can be liberated.

Wizards aren't so cruel to mortals either—look at these cornerstones, while every wizard is taught that only noble and resilient wizard souls can be cornerstones, Duke Colonna thinks that the "chosen" wizards probably wouldn't think so. Every time they walked through the corridor, he could feel like he was being watched by a pack of jackals in the dark, who didn't care if they were wizards or mortals, and that it was best to keep you among them forever and turn your soul and body into their food.

The wizards cast spells again and again, and finally dispelled the smoke and smell of the burning corpses, which were at least a thousand in number, and they were only used to delay time, and did not cause any serious damage - of course, it didn't seem to have been delayed for long, and the soil under their feet was boiling hot when the Duke of Colonna's army rode into the cornerstone wall of Gayola Island.

The darkness in the corridor did not last as long as Louis had when he first entered the inner world, and the terrible cries and cries seemed to have never been heard before, and Vesari lamented the power of the former patriarchs of the Seven Families and the princes of Gayola as he drove his horse after him.

As soon as they entered the inner world, there was no need to disguise it, the wizards waved their wands, and the horses under them reverted to the appearance of nightmares, Pegasi, owls, or brooms, and rushed into the air at once, even Vauban mount, he was frightened and couldn't help but feel a burst of blood, watching the ground quickly leave him, the white walls and black ashes were left behind in a blink of an eye, and the wind howled around him, Vauban felt that he would never forget this moment, everything he felt as a mortal.

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