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By the evening of the next day, all three trenches surrounding the Black Tower were completed. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) The outermost moat has a radius of thirty meters, and the edge is close to the walls of the Thousand Law City.

The exhausted farmers were placed in the basement to rest and enjoy a temporary sense of security. Fifty heavily armed dwarves were busy throughout the Mage Tower, assembling war equipment. They marched through secret tunnels and reached the Black Tower before noon. The dwarves' approach was simply unexpected, but Curt had to admit that the dwarven elders were right.

"The elder said that if you defeat the Monster Alliance, then the scattered monsters will do evil everywhere, and our mine will not be spared. Because you never pursue, and you don't understand the benefits of cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots. ”

The dwarf Hoffman muttered inarticulate as he munched on the charred chicken thighs. He swallowed a mouthful of minced meat, then looked at Curt, who was sitting on the edge of the large writing desk, and said:

"So we decided to fight with you and drive the damn monsters deep into the tundra. If you're going to play any tricks, let's lose for nothing...... Hehe, spell tricker, don't blame me for being unkind when the time comes. ”

The other three dwarves in the room complied, all armed with heavy weapons. Curt looked up at the four uninvited bodyguards, and then continued to dance the quills while saying coldly:

"Before letting you in, you swore to the God of Forge that you would fight alongside me. In the same way, I made a vow to the goddess of magic. So do what you have to do, and don't bother me. I have a lot of things to take care of, and I don't have any free time to ramble. ”

"Oh~ you're copying scrolls. ”

Hoffman jumped to his feet and sat down in the corner of his desk. His weight nearly toppled the desk, and Curt cast an angry gaze at him. If he could, he would have thrown the dwarf out of the window on the seventh floor. However, Hoffman glanced at the tools on the table and clasped his hands together.

"I've heard that making zuò scrolls will cause damage to mages and absorb your magic. But you've made so much that it's enough to prove that you've gotten out of the way. It's a pity that you don't have the tools ...... handy."

With that, Hoffman snatched the quill. He took a small box from his bosom and, while opening the lid and coating the nib with gold lacquer, said:

"So I decided to do you a favor, little mage. The elders want me to spy on you, but I hate to be stupid and do nothing. ”

After tossing the fortified quill back to Curt, Hoffman found another delicately constructed grinding disc. He tossed the crushed gems that Curt had prepared into them, and slowly grinded them into extremely high-quality gem dust.

Curt watched in silence as Hoffman finished his work, then twisted up a pinch of gem dust and sprinkled it onto the parchment covered in magical characters. When all the glitter dust has been absorbed, the new reel is made. Its quality is superior to that of the previous ones, and Hoffmann owes a lot of money.

"Well, you can stay in my lab. ”

Curt put away the scroll and reopened a new piece of parchment. He then pulled open the drawer, took out a heavy bag full of broken gems, and smashed it in front of Hoffman.

"Go on, bearded dwarf. That's all you can do until you go to war. ”

Hoffman's roar resounded throughout the mage tower, all the way to the basement.

Meanwhile, the monsters on the tundra are in chaos. A group of furious barbarians surrounded the ogre camp, and they found the remains of their comrades nearby...... Just a few bits and pieces of bones, to be exact. Ogres are very fond of the strong muscles of barbarians, and they gnaw their food cleanly.

"Stop!"

Before dozens of barbarians could attack, Hinton walked out of the camp. It took a composure step, ignoring the dozens of throwing axes that could fly at any moment. Hinton walked up to the patriarch of the three barbarians before bowing deeply. It bared its fangs and said in a jerky lingua franca:

"I will be responsible for what my subordinates do, but not now. You'll need ogres to take the lead in tomorrow's battle, and they'll be more than you think. ”

"How do you want me to explain to the rest of the tribe?"

The patriarch of the Brown Bear tribe roared, and he was a two-meter-tall giant, almost as tall as Sinton. The patriarchs of the Elk Tribe and the White Wolf Tribe also roared along, agitating the muscles of the anomaly to demonstrate. But they didn't dare to really do anything about it, because Hinton was a rare ogre wizard, a born spellcaster. It can compete with the intermediate mages in the Thousand Laws City, and it is also the core figure of the monster alliance, as well as the most important combat power.

'Three good pieces of meat with chewy heads. ’

The thought flowed through Hinton's heart, causing saliva to be secreted in large quantities. It raised its hand and wiped its mouth, and then said sincerely:

"In order to deal with this, we have postponed the attack for a day. You may have enough reserves, but orcs and goblins are fools without a plan. There's enough food left for them until tomorrow night, after which all the monsters will starve. Do you want to waste your time on infighting and facing a few hundred hungry allies?"

"You're intimidating us, are our people just food for ogres?"

The elk patriarch shouted, spreading his furious love to the surrounding barbarians. Hinton shook his head and said to the silent brown bear patriarch:

"Mr. Gustav, thank you for leading the warriors of three whole tribes to our aid. I have always kept your kindness in mind, so I want to make such a commitment. - In tomorrow's battle, the two ogres who have committed great sins will rush to the front line as the vanguard. If they can reclaim the rank of ten enemies, I will forgive their sins. At the end of the battle, you can also freely challenge and duel with the ogre one-on-one. But my guess is that the two ogres will not be able to come back alive due to various 'accidents'. ”

“...... Sounds reasonable. ”

After thinking about it for half a minute, the brown bear patriarch nodded. He exchanged views with the other two patriarchs, then turned around, raised his broad-bladed sword, and shouted:

"Listen, warriors! For the good of all tribes, we must spare the ogres today! When the battle is over tomorrow, I will personally challenge the sinful man-eating monsters and cut off their heads to decorate the tent! The honor of the warrior does not lie in immediate revenge, but in the fair defeat of the enemy! I will prove it tomorrow at dusk! Tampos, the god of war, is above! He will witness the moment of glory!"

The elk patriarch and the white wolf patriarch raised their weapons and shouted loudly. Then all the barbarians shouted in unison, and then departed in groups.

"Remember your words, Ogre Wizard. ”

After seeing all the tribesmen gone, the brown bear patriarch turned abruptly. He put his sword on Hinton's shoulder, and said word by word:

"If you dare to break your word, I'll hang your head on the wall with my own hands! Spirit Bear is the master of the tundra, and you won't want to come face to face with it. ”

"As you wish, a warrior of warriors. ”

Hinton glanced at the jagged blade and calmly replied. It raised its hand to wipe its mouth, and muttered in its heart again:

'Three good pieces of meat, it must be very chewy. ’

In the early morning of the next day, a tidal wave of monsters appeared on the snow line. Their number is close to a thousand, twice as many as in previous years. In addition to the hill-like ogres, the tall and sturdy orcs, and the dwarf but cunning goblins, there are several dangerous cave giants in the monster's ranks. They are a subspecies of giants, popularly known as trolls. In addition to their amazing powers, trolls also possess near-immortal healing abilities.

"The monsters of the Northland are all here, we can do a big job today!"

Through the guò window, Hoffmann confirmed the enemy's lineup. The dwarf jumped up and down excitedly, eager to rush out with an axe. Curt glanced at Hoffman with some surprise, he had never known that dwarves were such a belligerent race. However, Curt must admit that without the backing of fifty dwarven elites who looked like mobile fortresses, the last thing he should do now is to abandon the tower and flee.

As Curt was assessing the situation, anomalous magical energy gathered on a platform outside the tower. From any door that quietly opened, Randall the Faceless stepped out with Glenn the Inquisitor. They were amazed that the Black Tower was armed to the teeth, and even some dwarves raised their crossbows and aimed at them. Fortunately, Curt immediately gave an order to stop the misunderstanding.

"I was worried about whether you could handle it. But the facts have proved to me that you are a capable young man. ”

Randall commented with emotion as he walked across the platform and into the interior of the Black Tower. He cast an approving look at Curt, then turned back, pointed to a bewildered Gran, and said:

"After much deliberation, Mr. Master Inquisitor has taken the initiative to apply to me to come and help you. He thinks you're a rare talent with a lot of potential and shouldn't be wasted in a wasted place. ”

Curt had to grit his teeth to keep from laughing. If it weren't for the help of a large group of dwarven thugs, perhaps Gran would have taken advantage of the war to 'appreciate' Curt, so that the little mage who had humiliated him many times would not be able to make a comeback. But in the current situation, the shape shì has been completely reversed. Gran looked at the line of dwarven warriors carrying tomahawks and crossbows, and felt like sheep jumping into a pack of wolves.

"I respect the personal will of the Inquisitor, and I want to do my part. Good luck, Mr. Curt. You will surely be able to perform well, and the Council of the Thousand Laws will surely reward you. ”

Randall shoved a scroll into Curt's hand and teleported away. Curt looked down, and it was now a level five Death Cloud Scroll. With this straightforward kindness alone, Glenn should have known that even if he killed Curt smoothly, he would definitely be troubled by the famous Faceless One. He stood awkwardly against the wall until Curt walked over and placed the Death Cloud Scroll into Gran's hand.

"Misuse of high-level scrolls will be dangerous to me, so I'll leave it to you. ”

Curt smiled, seemingly unaware of Gran's true intentions. A moment later he took another step forward and whispered in the other man's ear:

"Please stand by my side to judge the Mage. That way, I'll heal your daughter and you won't have to run for endless medical bills again. ”

Gran's body stiffened for a moment, and then trembled violently.