Pomberra was still as noisy as the sun shining in March, and blacksmiths from the north were gathered in the inner city by soldiers, working day and night to build weapons and armor. Piles of shiny steel coins were lifted by the Strong Apprentice and poured into the massive cauldrons, waiting for them to melt. A group of soldiers took turns pulling the bellows, causing the fine charcoal to burn violently in the small furnace, emitting a scorching glow while expelling moisture from the surrounding air.

The steel coin melts slowly in the flames, eventually softening like a lump of dry mud with hot water and turning into an orange-red viscous liquid. The apprentices near the furnace endured the sultry scorching, but they could only wear thick clothes as if they were in winter. When the molten iron was already bubbling like boiling water, a dozen apprentices immediately shouted trumpets and dumped it.

A beautiful, deadly viscous liquid flowed out of the specially left hole in the edge of the cauldron, shaking and dripping into the dents of the clay mold. The force of the iron caused the molten iron to flow along the sword-shaped indentation, eventually surging backwards to smooth out the bulge marks as it reached the end. These blanks need to be cooled and shaped and then hammered by a blacksmith until they are finally turned into sharp killing weapons.

There is a dilapidated building near the blacksmith's workplace. The towering walls of the boulders were covered with thick layers of dust and mud, and even a few dead hay plants that had rotted and browned during the rainy season. The building is surrounded by walls, and only a tin door, which is always closed, communicates the inside and outside. Riga and Carol are now imprisoned in the building, watching the hazy light that shrouds the earth from the silver moon through the small window with only two rusted sticks left. The two unlucky men had been caught by the Warlock's squire the night before, shackled, and thrown into this cramped dark room.

The soldiers and Quaids loyal to the Viscount were not happy about this, but the bickering and shoving attracted more warlocks and soldiers, and even several officers who were being summoned by the Grand Duke had to leave early. Under the threat of several mystical warlocks, the barbarians finally let the hunter be tied up and thrown on horseback. Sir Martin was unhappy that his conversation with Archduke Ryuenus had been interrupted, but he did his best to calm the irascible warriors.

"He will not be hanged or branded as a slave. Sir sat on the back of a warhorse that was restlessly moving from his irritable breath. The shout calmed the anger of the barbarians.

Of course, the sheriff of Pompeira would not kill these two good cannon fodder, and the Grand Duke let the warlocks patrol the city just to maintain law and order. The influx of aristocrats, militiamen, and remnants of soldiers who had retreated from the front had turned the city into a mess, and looting and brawls had made officials who had only a group of militia subordinates almost want to resign.

The two bastards who were caught in this prison for fighting privately were unfortunately the ones who were put on the stage, so in a fit of rage, the sheriff ordered them to be imprisoned in the small leaky room at the top. If it's not the rainy season, the Quaids and knights can still blow the warm breeze of the night. If there is no war, then they will not have to endure the loud banging from not far away. The cold, rain, and loud noises quickly made the unlucky lose his patience. The shackled barbarians and knights began to shake and pound on the iron doors, until the unbearable guards moved them to the lowest level.

The bastards weren't unaware of running away, but the warlock who had subdued them was standing right next to the guard. Viscount Carol couldn't help but touch his body as he walked out of the prison door, as if he was afraid of being reduced to become a dwarf again. Riga straightened up and walked out without fear, but the lack of leaving the red-robed sorcerer's eyes made him put his head in front of the door, and a red pimple came out after a kiss. The Quaid are indeed irritable and like a challenge, but that is only for enemies who think they have a way to defeat. For those spellcasters who can subdue their opponents with a flick of their fingers or lips, the barbarians still maintain a similar respect for the Raging Ice Plains.

The Quaids and knights were eventually shoved into a stone house, though it was still damp and cold. There's even a feeling of a whooshing. The heavy water vapor caused several layers of fish-scale water droplets to hang on the stone walls and floor, and even the bed was so wet that it could wring out musty water. The two bastards muttered because they didn't see the warlock coming, but the guards, who could only understand the dragon inus, automatically ignored the barbarians. He followed Viscount Carol's advice and left behind the torch in his hand as he left at last, adding a faint glow to the dark house that was gradually extinguishing.

Along with the city was a group of old nobles, the Grand Duke of Longinus who summoned some of his most trusted ministers to his mansion, but they couldn't find a perfect solution to the problems of soldiers, war, and food all night. The nation of warlocks needed war to drive out the invaders, but it needed a sufficient number of soldiers who were well trained. Now there are more than 20,000 soldiers gathered in Pomberra, but none of them have brought food.

In order to wage war, Dragoninus sent large quantities of supplies to the southern front. But now those armor, weapons and food have become trophies of the enemy in the sneak attack during the rainy season. It is indeed a fertile land, but the farmers only sow seeds after the rainy season. and harvest the grain before the onset of winter.

"We have no choice but to wage war, Your Excellency. Seeing that his most trusted Earl Congreve said this, the Grand Duke of Longinus finally tightened his grip on the thick scepter that lay in his hand. "Then give the Harrisons war! Let the bronze and steel crown of aspen emblem be on my head. ”

"We're going to kick the king in the ass, but we can't feed this group of soldiers for more than three days before the barrage of food arrives in the north. After all the ministers approved this proposal, the Marquis of Karoninus, who also belonged to the Dragon Inus family and also had dragon blood flowing in his body, slowly spoke. "There is no food. The soldiers will abandon us on their own initiative. ”

"The Ryujin Shrine in the center of the city is stocked with some of the new wheat harvested before last winter. An old nobleman with a goatee made a suggestion, but the Grand Duke himself vetoed it. The high priest refused to take them out. The priests holding the golden scepter said that the food belonged to the people of the platinum dragon god, not to starve the believers for war. ”

"I think I should be able to lend it, after all, the north will soon be shipping food. Earl Congreve's eyes twinkled. "We can give some interest, and if we can't do it, we can rely on the nobles to make up some of it. "The Count was in power at the same time as Pompeira was in power. is destined to become a court nobleman. Unlike the landed nobles, who were granted fiefs around the Grand Duke, the court nobles had only one title. Therefore, these ministers started a business business, and grain sales were also one of the most basic ones.

ps: Thank you for the two monthly tickets of Luo Luo! Four of the seven chapters of this month were voted by him! First applaud! Then on Saturday I will prepare to add more -- chapter 3,000 words. There is a guarantee this time. (To be continued......)