Chapter 180: Killing Machine
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When Glenn was invited by Curt and surrounded by hundreds of children, he was speechless. Gran's daughter, Ingrid, has been cured of the sequelae of drug use after repeated treatments. If it weren't for the need to take care of a large group of children in Freitia's place, Gran didn't really mind Freitia's departure.
Of course, now that Curt has spoken, Gran has to get things done even if he is hard-headed. Aside from the fact that he could not disobey Ioham's son, Glenn also owed Curt a lot in his personal terms. He could only sigh helplessly, ready to live a hard life.
"You don't have an apprentice yet, do you? If there's a suitable candidate among these kids, you can pick them up. β
Curt tried to comfort Glenn as much as he could, but it worked. He saw Gran's eyes light up and began to observe each child carefully. For the mage, an apprentice is an asset, and over time becomes a close relative and heir. Apprentices always see their teachers as slave owners, and when they grow up, they understand the hardships of teaching.
Although it is not without a bad eye teacher, in general, the relationship between the mage and the apprentice is quite close. So when it comes to choosing an apprentice, the mage will be very careful. Qualifications are important, but character is obviously more important.
Now that Gran suddenly has hundreds of candidates for apprenticeship, this is definitely a rare opportunity. So he began to change his opinion and decided to do a good review.
"If you have time, let's teach them some knowledge. They're all about to be turned into a follower of the god of the elves by Freitia, and I don't want to raise an entire choir. β
Before leaving, Curt instructed Gran. Avalon's trip deepens Curt's dislike for the gods, and he genuinely hopes that Gran will turn the tide. Curt then followed the guidance of a Faceless One. I came to the gate of the Thousand Laws City. He went into the depths of the wilderness. On the way, he happened to meet the dwarf Hoffman.
Hoffman was sweating profusely on the cart. Trying to get the wheels of the wagon out of the snow pit. He pouted his ass and looked like a wild boar with all his might, which made Curt laugh. As an apology, Curt used a spell to pull the carriage out of the snow pit before Hoffman rushed over to hit him with a blushing face.
"The stones are on top, next time I must hire a few barbarians to carry the goods. β
Hoffman leaned against the wheels of the car and gasped, a steaming white mist erupted from his body. He wiped his sweat with a dirty cloth, and then said to Curt, who was smiling and silent:
"Long time no see. Skinny monkey. You look doing well, and you're getting more and more like a big guy. How about a drink in the mines if you have time? My people miss you, they think you're a nice bastard. ...... By the way, here's what you want. β
"I'll go, just wait until I'm done. β
Curt took a small package from Hoffman and replied sincerely. He looked at the fully loaded wagon, and looked at the mountain of barrels with suspicion, and Hoffmann explained as if he had an idea:
"There are four hundred catties of black powder here, all of which were ordered by the Council of a Thousand Laws. It's already the sixth batch. Are the old guys in Thousand Law City planning to blow up a mountain?"
"I guess...... They want to make a big deal. β
Curt replied with a shake of his head, confirming that Eorham was actively preparing for war. He patted Hoffman on the shoulder. Said seriously:
"Tell your people to prepare as much steel and gunpowder as you can. You'll make a lot of money, and you'll be able to sell Lord Eorham a favor. β
With that, Curt took his leave. The Faceless One is waiting for him, and that's all the time it can be. Hoffman threw away the sweat-soaked cloth and drove the carriage away. He believed Curt's words and decided to complete the deal as best he could, and then go back and mobilize more of his people to mine ore.
Curt continued to trek through the snow with the Faceless until he reached the depths of the tundra. After rounding a small hill, he couldn't help but hold his breath. -- On a flat snowy field, more than 100 people were forming a neat formation. Among them were sixteen Faceless, thirty heavily armed sacrificial swords, and a hundred tall and thin men with guns on their backs and black cloaks.
Although in terms of numbers, it was just a small team. But Curt knew that they were more than a thousand troops. Intuition told SΓΉ Curt that the figures hiding in the black cloak were also undead. They may not be as strong as the Sword of Sacrifice, but they are more agile, calm, and suitable for using firearms.
"Lord Eoham entrusted them to you, Lord Curt. β
The Faceless One opened his mouth in a low voice as he removed his mask. He was probably in his thirties and had staggered scars on his face. After solemnly saluting Curt, the Faceless One said respectfully:
"My name is Hank, and I'm the leader of the special detachment on the battlefield. You should know the value of the sacrificial sword, and as for the hundred marksmen, they are the latest research results of the Necromantic Academy, and they are called arcane hunters. Arsis hunters use rifles, each hand-chosen by Lord Eorham. They can shoot heavily armed fighters from a distance, and never use a second shot. β
Curt nodded slowly, there was nothing more to say. The Faceless, the Sword of Sacrifice, and the Arcane Hunter, this is an invincible killing machine. While Curt was thoughtful, Hank clapped his hands. Sixteen Faceless Ones stepped forward at the same time, moving as if they were one person. Hank looked satisfied and said proudly:
"They're true war mages, unlike undisciplined waste. They also know the spells that apply to war, and they are not fools who can only throw fireballs. β
With that, Hank raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The four Faceless Ones then walked out of the queue and began casting spells. Their casting process is lengthy and requires coordination. But when the spell was completed, a huge portal appeared in the air. Until thirty sacrificial swords and a hundred arcane hunters all walked in, the portal did not disappear.
Even a teleportation circle can't teleport such a large number of teams. This means incredible mobility, which is the key to dominating the battlefield.
When the Faceless Ones except Hank also entered the portal, Curt sank his face. He looked at the triumphant Hank and asked abruptly:
"Who's your boss? β
"Uh...... It's you, Mistress Curt. β
Hank was stunned for a moment before replying with some embarrassment. Ke Ting nodded, and said in a deep voice:
"It should have been Lord Eorham who gave you the order, right? What did he tell you? Remember, I don't like pointless flaunting. The next time you have something to tell me, you'd better be pragmatic. β
β...... Yes, sir. β
Hank wiped his sweaty forehead and realized that he shouldn't have unconsciously underestimated Curt just because he looked young. In terms of actual combat experience, Curt is a powerful faction that many elderly mages can't match. Birth and death were commonplace for him, and Curt had endured countless harsh battles that even the Faceless could match.
With a simple action, Curt is a wake-up call to Hank. He unceremoniously grabbed the lead, and then gave the order.
"Go to the Green Castle of Aotran, the Land of Swords, and report to Van Lundel, the Faceless Governor. I still have some things to do, and I'll meet you later. β
Without waiting for Hank to agree, Curt flicked the teleportation earrings and returned to the City of a Thousand Laws. He walked to the thorn rose, which had not yet opened, and said to Jiemi, who was waiting there and was breathing in the palm of his hand:
"Have you waited a long time?"
"It's fine. β
Jiemi turned around in surprise and greeted Curt. Judging from the small lump of snow that slipped down above her head, Jemmy had actually been waiting for a long time. Curt walked over with a smile and lifted up Jemmy's big bag. Jemia reflexively snatched a small bag and hid it behind her back. Instinctively, that little bag was full of underwear. So he wisely turned a blind eye, and just walked to the main tower with Jiemi, talking and laughing.
Thanks to Eoham's teleportation technique, Curt and Jemmy arrive at Castle Greenshade. Since Hank had arrived first, many people had already gathered to wait for Curt.
When he saw Jemi, who was walking with Curt, Prince Wren whistled. Not far from him, Randall faded into a smile. She looked at Jeimi with a critical eye, and did not hide her hostile feelings. Lan Kate shook her head repeatedly, as if she felt a great headache.
At this moment, Jiemi is wearing a scarlet long coat, with snow-white raw edges on the collar and cuffs, which looks luxurious and extravagant. With her slender body, it is definitely beautiful. As a signature feature of Jeemi, her legs are peeking out from between the hems of her clothes, wrapped in black leather, giving her a delicate and lubricated feeling that she wants to grab and bite. Coupled with the allure of mixed thorn roses for many years, it is naturally exercised...... Jeonmi does bring a huge sense of threat to the same sex.
Curt decided not to make a defense, lest the depiction get darker and darker. He greeted everyone present one by one, and then spread his hand to Jiemi, and introduced:
"This is Miss Jiemi, my diplomatic adviser. She has just taken up her post and has relatively little experience, so I hope everyone can treat her leniently. β
Jiemi pulled up the hem of her dress and made an elegant opening ceremony. She grasped the rhythm of Curt's speech without the slightest hesitation. Then Curt introduced a lot of people to Jiemi, which was to help her break the ice. Jiemi's decent response is completely at ease. If it were an ordinary girl, I would probably be unable to resist stage fright when I heard a lot of titles such as princes and dukes.
In the end, Curt handed over Jiemi to the maid next to him to arrange accommodation, and he prepared to go to meet King GΓΌlant. When passing by Randall's side, Randall taunted softly:
"Lord Curt, is that young lady also in charge of the bed?"
"My bed isn't big enough, it's enough to have you. β
Curt smiled and fought back, causing Randall to blush in an instant. (To be continued......)