"Think of a new pen name."

Meyer's words made Shug feel like he had gone back to the day in Salem.

He remembered that he was standing by the window of the Goblin Merchant Group 37, looking out at the smoke from the riots in the distance.

Shuge suddenly remembered someone.

A man who should have died in the city of Salen.

To this day, Shugg has not heard or seen anything about Putrin, except for an unauthenticated account of the events in the city of Salem in the corners of the newspapers, in which the narrator claims that when the bell tower collapsed and the scene fell into chaos, several young men broke through the blockade of the guards and shot at the prince's vehicle.

More news is drowned in the changing situation.

All the people trapped in the city of Salem are the same.

They had all forgotten that the cold-hearted would not mention such a place at all, and the sympathetic would have to avoid talking about the city of Salem, for there was nothing they could do now.

So, everything there was buried in time.

A city is thus a living ruin.

Thinking of this, Xiuge put pen to paper.

"The ghost of Seren."

Professor Meyer gently pronounced the pseudonym written by Hug, and a hint of emotion and amazement flashed across his face, and then he stood up and walked to the other carriage, as a man who often writes, he knew that it was best not to interfere with Hug in any way at this time.

The ink slowly trickles out of the crystalline nib, leaving one trail after another on the paper.

These traces make up a story.

A story that takes place in a small nameless border town.

As in the past, love becomes the beginning of this story.

But this time, it's a different story.

Between the words of Xiuge are mottled marks like moss, which make what should have been a rather beautiful description realistic.

Heavy breathing, looming clouds, mindless murmurs mingle with the sound of wheels rolling in the streets, and everything seems so heavy that it's as if the festive decorations that once hung on the eaves have fallen into a muddy gutter.

When the happy partner finishes their entanglement, the rain pours down......

Gradually, Xiuge entered the state.

No one bothered him.

The soldiers did not dare to casually talk to the military mage, who was already famous in the hunting regiment, they knew that the young man was a member of the Ernst family, and even if that aside, he was enough to become an elite member of the army.

The female students of the College of Physicians were summoned together by Professor Mayer for an impromptu lecture on the injuries of a magical explosion, and Professor Mayer always explained the boring lessons vividly, and his humor and the interesting cases he used occasionally caused bursts of laughter among the students.

Wei Lin came over once, she wanted to talk about her recent new discoveries, and when she saw that Xiuge was writing at her desk, she immediately chose to return the same way.

Sally also came once, but she only quietly brought a jug full of refreshing drinks for Shug.

….

In this way, when night was approaching and the crystallized lights on the steam train were lit up by the magic circuit, Xiuge suddenly looked up and stopped his pen.

It had been a long time since he had written with such concentration, and it brought back memories of Schug Ernst, and it reminded him of his old self.

In a way, the two are indeed similar - they both like to immerse themselves in the world of words, write stories that may or may not be related to themselves, and whenever this happens, they can get infinite tranquility from them.

Of course, the article is not finished, to be precise, it is just the beginning of a long story.

During this time, what Hug saw and heard with his own eyes and ears made the beginning of this story, and in this limited text, that only acted

The narrator's "magic mouse" witnesses the beginning, development and end of a human love affair.

It is a story between a businesswoman and a young driver, at first, they are only infatuated with each other's bodies, but gradually this infatuation goes deep into the soul and inside, but the story is always unsatisfactory, and when the relationship between the two may develop further, a recruitment notice quietly arrives in front of the young driver.

This is where the story really begins.

What will happen later, Xiuge has not yet figured out, he just followed his impulse to draw those pictures that appeared in his mind, but as for how the story will develop later, what will be the experience of the young man who is about to go to the front......

Xiuge doesn't have an idea yet.

Just like Professor Mayer's attitude towards the war, Hug now wants to "see" before making further judgments.

Shug felt as if he had truly become a ghost who had escaped from Ernst's mansion in Celem.

Or was he a ghost wandering in the midst of Vann?

The steam train continued to move along the tracks, and in the constant vibration and sound, Shugg, along with the other soldiers of the Fifth Chasseuring Regiment, was approaching the southern front of the war.

……

As the nations declared war one after another, contacts and frictions between armies began to become frequent.

Aside from the Isa front, which was dominated by the St. Steeles, the central front near the "Silver Corridor" of the Black Nest Mountains and the southern steps clinging to the rugged hills and the city of Salem were remarkably quiet.

Unlike the Lowe Plateau, where there are three kingdoms at the same time, the situation on the Plain of the Goddess has always been much calmer.

The royal family of Teresa is the nominal ruler of the entire plain of goddesses, and its existence has made many principalities on the plain always maintain restraint in dealing with each other's relations, even if there is violent friction and conflict, it can also be directly mediated by the kingdom of Teresa.

Geographically, principalities large and small are like guardians of the central kingdom of Teresa.

Two hundred years ago, during the war between the plains and the plateau, the Wattel Kingdom believed that the Tyresan royal family's ability to control and dominate the duchy was almost none, so it launched a rather bold attack, although in the early stage of the war, a large number of principalities collapsed under the offensive of the plateau army, but as their power regrouped, they succeeded in pushing the Waters out of the Goddess Plain.

….

There are even many scholars who believe that it was the war that the Wattel Kingdom mistakenly launched that year that made the relations between the countries of the plains closer, and also allowed the royal family of Teresa to gain a firm foothold on the plains.

In the face of the "old enemy" arriving from the Lowe Plateau, the Deland Kingdom showed the highest level of vigilance, although the previous "great earthquake" seriously damaged the defensive line that had been set up, but after these days of emergency repairs, the Deland army has basically filled the previous gap.

However, after the official declaration of war, the Waters still did not attack.

It looks like they're immersed in the afterglow of the Winter Festival......

However, at nightfall on this day, the false tranquility was torn apart by continuous and intensive shelling.

Under the skillful operation of the rotating members of the 3rd Artillery Regiment, the new crystalline cannons developed by the Muki Workshop, or now the Wattel Royal Workshop, constantly roared, their massive metal bases firmly anchored to the ground, and each firing caused a violent vibration.

After a round of firing, these artillerymen will immediately open the metal valve on the side of the crystallized cannon, emit the magic mist produced by the violent reaction of the magic crystal, and complete the loading of new shells at the same time.

The power of the new cannonballs is naturally not comparable to that of pure crystalline cannonballs, and the amount of magic crystals in them is much smaller, so there is no way to cause the large-scale magic explosion of the Isa River Valley.

However, they also have a surprising advantage over traditional crystalline shells.

Cheaper and more stable.

Highlight a large amount.

During the first round of shelling, the officers of the Deran army found that the Wattles could not even completely destroy a magic watchtower in front of the Battlers, which made them laugh, believing that the Waters had not fought for too long, and that even the maintenance of the shells had gone wrong.

But soon, the officers paid for their misjudgments.

Within minutes, the second round of shelling from the Waterlmen began, and by this time the artillery positions of the Deran army were still in a state of readiness.

Loading of shells, debugging and checking of magic rituals on crystallized cannons, and debugging of shelling angles......

This time, it was no longer a few cannonballs that fell from the sky, but a terrifying curtain of rain woven from the cannonballs—they dragged faint traces of magic in the evening sky, and when they all fell to the ground, the impact and explosion were directly connected in a terrible straight line across the vast plain.

Without waiting for the commander's orders, the casters who were active in the positions had already spontaneously activated the protective ritual fields used to resist shocks and explosions.

As a result, a large number of prepared magic pages began to burn and disintegrate under the influence of magic, and the magical rituals engraved in them began to be widely used in the battlefield, protecting important officers, spellcasters, and artillerymen.

….

The Goddess Plains Kingdoms have a close connection with the Dharma, so now that all of their military mages are theoretically at the disposal of Merlin Lehe, the strength of these professional spellcasters is naturally undoubted, and even the magical equipment and resources they can use are the best of the kind.

Their current actions were in line with the Judicial Council's judgment of the battlefield, and in line with the expectations of the commanders of the Deran army, who knew that this level of protective ritual field would be enough for everyone to survive the most ferocious artillery bombardment.

In the shelling just now, the ordinary soldiers in the forward positions suffered a certain degree of casualties, and some of the fortifications that had been erected in advance were also damaged, but for the entire defensive line, such losses were nothing at all.

However, the shelling came to an abrupt halt as the last shell in the sky landed on the protective ceremonial field.

There was silence above the positions of the Teresan army, except for the wails of some of the wounded, except for the humming of the magic of the magical ritual field.

It used to be a reassuring buzz, but now it seems to be a great irony.

Waterl's artillerymen were like naughty boys, and after throwing a few stones at the window of their "neighbor", they fell silent, as if they knew what strategy their opponents would adopt in response to the shelling.

At this time, the casters who were responsible for the guidance of the artillery positions were all embarrassed.

In past wars, although all human nations already possessed crystallized cannons and crystallized guns, when confronted, no one was willing to strike first.

First, it is related to the aristocratic etiquette between the nations.

The second is that after the crystallization cannon is fired, it often leaves very clear traces of magic in the environment, and the mages who accompany the army only need to trace these traces of magic to easily locate the enemy's artillery position.

But this time, they couldn't do it.

The moment the shelling stopped, the enemy mages obviously began to clear and cover the magical mist left by the artillery positions at a very fast speed, and the traces dragged out by the flight of the cannonballs were far weaker than the traditional crystalline cannonballs, and these traces had naturally dissipated into the air before the mages of the Judicial Committee could catch them......

At this time, on the position of the 3rd Artillery Regiment, which had just completed two rounds of shelling, more than a dozen mages had taken over the positions of the artillerymen, all of them with shaking incense burners hanging in their hands, and special incense was constantly happening with the help of magic secret instruments

As a result, all the magic mist generated by firing the cannon was quickly dispelled, and all traces of magic that could be traced were forcibly erased.

Retaliatory shelling came.

However, there was a noticeable deviation from the location of the shells - they were nearly a kilometer away from the position of the 3rd Artillery Regiment, but the effect of the magic explosion was just as amazing, and the effect of the shells was just as amazing, and a small hill was almost flattened by the action of those shells, and the snow scattered nearby.

"Hey, if you want me to say, it's better to crystallize the cannonballs to be strong!"

One of the mages who was clearly not fond of the new crystalline cannon complained to the artillery officer next to him, "Although the Plainsman is crooked, you see, that's the power of a cannonball......

"The value of that shell is worth more than a year's salary."

The artillery officer smiled, "And who said we didn't have it? Wait a few more days, and when the follow-up legions and supplies arrive, it's time for us to do it......

……

Two more realizations

Paralyzed

Zero doctors