"I don't know, Lord," Barnett was suddenly shocked before he could finish his words, how could he subconsciously call him master? However, under the influence of the 'Heart of Blood', he did not notice anything wrong with his state.

Shaking his head, the prince continued, "Your Excellency the Wizard, I'm just the guy who has been following Srolk all the time, and I don't know his itinerary. ”

"That damn half-elf has taken my collaborators captive. Hlaston said, "Now I have to prepare myself to shoot these little bugs, how long do you expect them to stay in the Land of Discord?"

Barnett was overjoyed when he heard this, Sroerke was the biggest rival of his generation! As long as he was eliminated, everything would be his own as soon as his father abdicated!

"At least a month or two away, Your Excellency, their eggs have been ruined, and they can't go back now!" said the prince, suppressing his excitement.

"Very good. Heras smiled and patted the top of Barnett's head and indifferently ordered, "Squat." ”

The prince opened his mouth in confusion, but before he could say anything, the voice seemed to carry an irresistible magic, and he involuntarily crouched down, not even daring to raise his head

Heras sat on Barnett's low shoulders, a seventh-level high-level professional with vampire blood known for his speed and agility, and of course he was much faster than he was.

He tugged at the prince's ears like a rein, and hummed in a brisk tone: "All the way north, my warrior." Leave the winter behind and gallop in the coming spring breeze until that vast and busy place, that former wood processing factory"

Barnett was unconsciously infected by the good mood of that Mage Emma, and he suddenly felt very happy inexplicably. Indeed, his winter was over completely!, and the prince shouted merrily, and then sprang out of the cave and galloped north with all his might

For the inhabitants of the Land of Discord, this coming spring is more dangerous than ever.

Because of the long hatching period of the ptarmigan, this bird usually mates in the winter so that the young can hatch in the spring to catch the most abundant food. And this flying monster has a wide range of food surnames, and there must be many races that are going to suffer in the spring of the Land of Discord.

Throughout the winter, the Baku Goblin Wood Processing Base is in constant hustle and bustle, and the gnomes must build a city to defend against the fleeing inhabitants before the Ptarmigan hunting season arrives!

The chief technician of the Gnome Mechanics Guild, McGonagall Mecca, has really withstood the pressure and will not compromise. He clearly realized that the goblin consortium just wanted to delay time, and if he continued to negotiate with these damn merchant groups, he would only be more passive in the spring, and the more he compromised, the more passive he became.

Therefore, he simply stopped asking the goblin consortium to sell anywhere, and directly occupied this vast lumber field, although the mineral resources here are relatively poor, especially the lack of metals, but as long as this period of time is passed, through the subway passage in his hands, the new city of Northreidan will soon be able to prosper again.

Ratchet Steam City also acquiesced in the occupation of this area, and the shareholders of the Goblin Consortium were still quite afraid of the powerful force possessed by the Technician Association, in fact, many shareholders began to regret the result of this chicken and egg fight

In the clearings that have been plowed out of the woods, buildings wrapped in steam pipes are being reinforced, and all the living infrastructure is simplified as much as possible, and resources are wasted on war fortifications, making the new city look like a fortress-like military base.

This is different from the battle for the nest in the crater, since what needs to be dealt with is only a group of outgoing ptarmigans that hunt separately, as long as those flying monsters find it difficult to bite here, they will not come again.

However, even so, the association has also made a record of the second evacuation to prevent accidents.

"And the damn bird hunters, it's chaotic" A patrolling steel harvester slammed out of the woods with a roar, its massive mechanical legs stamped across the ground and stepped into the lumberyard with the clatter of sawdust and broken wood.

The end of the harvester's thick robotic arm has been removed from the harvesting circular saw and replaced with a rotating anti-aircraft gun, while the sharp iron fork on the other side of the fine robotic arm has been converted into a rapid-fire machine gun, which is still hideous and rugged, but has some more delicate features of a dwarf machine.

"It's a nightmare if it's going to be so hard every spring!" the shrill voice continued to hear from the harvester's microphone.

"Don't complain, Marin, we're in a much better position than the rest of the inhabitants of the Land of Discord. "A bulky steam tracked tank burst out of the woods, its angular tracks crushing the waste wood that had already been ravaged by the harvester once.

From the tank's microphone device rang out, the dwarf's characteristic shrill voice rang out: "How does this modified harvester feel?"

"It's not easy! Can you call a harvester without a circular saw?" Marin muttered, "I still like it."

Suddenly, the gnome grumbles were interrupted by the screeching siren of a gnome alarm, and before they could react, a sturdy man with pale skin and short stubble and short hair like silver threads suddenly flew down from the woods, landed steadily on the edge of the lumberyard with a shadow like a bat's wing!

Before the white-robed mage riding on the man's neck jumped down, the hatch of the steel harvester immediately opened, and the goblin Marlin stuck his head out of the small hatch, stared at the white-robed mage in a daze, and exclaimed loudly, "Mr. Emma?!"

"Hello, Marlin, meet again. As if he couldn't hear the sirens around him, Heras casually took out the instant messaging terminal given to him by the Guild, which could be said to be his identity and a token of friendship from the Gnome Mechanics Association.

The sirens quickly drew the surrounding patrol machinery to it, and the ground shook alternately, and countless moving guns pointed at each other, and the goblins immediately shouted into the microphone in the cockpit, "Is it our Emma friend and his uh mount?"

As soon as Barnett got up, he heard the word 'mount', and an expression of glory appeared on his face as if he were being crowned (to be continued). )