Seven days after the end of the fierce battle outside Cangdao, many trenches and fortifications were dug on the road from Celts to Germania. However, the offensive from the Mullin Empire did not arrive for a long time, but what they did not know was that during this time, Mullin and Vonster County clashed again, and it was no surprise that they were defeated by Vonst and Guineas. In addition to the advantage of occupying the Germanic county, the confident Shamash the Great suffered surprising defeats in other battles, and all of them were defeated.

Even the small forces of Tanser County swallowed up their nearly 10,000 warriors and hundreds of Sand Eagle Knights, these damn bastards made Shamash the Great hurt for a long time, and finally stopped being so ostentatious, but shrank his forces and focused all his attention on Germanic County, not wanting any more mistakes in this war, and the empty Assyrian County left to them was like a great irony, constantly laughing at Shamash's ignorance!

Malede, who was waving his head in front of the trench, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked at Lugus, who was trying to shovel the earth in front of him, and shouted: "Why don't you say these Mullin's beards have not come? What kind of calculation are they having?"

"Maybe the war is lost elsewhere, and it's resting! If it weren't for the fact that the darkness devoured their troops, I am afraid that they would have come to attack us by this time. Lugus replied without looking back.

"Brother, there's something I don't know whether to talk about or not......" Maled asked with some hesitation. Lugus simply replied with a word "say".

"You can take refuge in Branson County with your family, and there is no need to fight these Mullinbeards here, knowing that we are an outcast fighting a war that cannot be won. Malard hooked his head to dig into the soil so that others could not see his expression.

Lugus asked him a very simple question: "Do you know what we Celts like to grow sword and bamboo?"

"For what?" asked Maled, somewhat inexplicably.

At this time, Lugus finally straightened up, pointed to the large cluster of lush and straight sword bamboos in the distance, and said: "These sword bamboos are all young lady's body maids, born in poverty and can't stand a little grievance, they break when they break, and they never bend a little! Celtic just take a bite ......"

Malard followed his line of sight to look at the bamboo forests that were slowly swaying in the wind, and his heart moved slightly, not to say that he was overturning the river and the sea, but there was an indescribable sense of depression. The reason why these Celts frightened others was not their sword-like temperament, which would rather not give in than bear the slightest grievance......

There were no words for a long time, and the scene seemed more depressing than the top of the war.

"People can't lose what they should have, otherwise their hearts will be scattered, and there will be nothing......" Lugus's words lingered in Mahled's heart for a long time, this is a group of people who do not seem to be afraid of death, this is a race worthy of respect.

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County Mothea, McKick City.

The oppressive atmosphere of the Germanic wars has spread to Mothea, and some timid residents have long since moved to other counties to avoid the war. In these years of war, no one can be sure what will happen in the next moment. In the final analysis, your own life is the most valuable, and if you don't cherish it, who wants to cherish it.

Although these Mothea soldiers had been instructed by the consul Alice to keep an eye on the battle between the two sides, they had no intention of sending troops because the new emperor of Blackstone had not been instructed to attack. More importantly, these bureaucrats, who uphold the principle that nothing to do with themselves, are even more reluctant to engage in such an obviously loss-making deal.

Under many internal and external factors, this administrative county, which is not good at war, is surprisingly silent in this war.

It is ridiculous that Mullin lost the war with Tanser but won the Assyrian county, and won the war with the Celts without taking a single city or land, but for the inhabitants who had begun to evacuate, the Celtic county would sooner or later fall into Mullin's pocket. A war that didn't lead to anything, but the acquisition of two counties, seemed to be the greatest irony for Blackstone.

Perhaps this is why Mullin is indifferent to Celtic defenses.

Gurud and some magicians sat in the city lord's mansion and looked at this young woman with great magical talents, Alice, and said with some pins and needles: "Lord Alice, you have to say something, how many residents will suffer, Blackstone has not moved, let us teach these Mullin's beards a lesson, it is not a problem to always consume them like this." ”

"We're just magicians, we're not warriors, and we'll never be able to dominate the battlefield, let alone an irreversible one......" Alice said with a frowning eyebrow.

"Don't we have more than 10,000 men under our command? Are they of no use at all? Knowing that the people of Tanse, who have eaten them at the mouth of Assyria, these Mullin's beards are not so terrible! We are fully capable of confronting them, lest I be angry when I see them arrogant here. Gruud grumbled in displeasure, and the other magicians around him followed suit.

Kihama, as an old companion of Gurud, also spoke: "Lord Alice, you can give us a letter of approval, let us attack, although we are magicians, we are also human beings, we can't watch our inhabitants being persecuted by the enemy and remain indifferent, when did we Blackstone suffer such anger......"

Although Alice is the consul of Moxia County and the president of the Magic Guild of Moxia County, these magicians have to ask Alice if there is anything. Although they are all full of enthusiasm to serve the country, but Alice doesn't have her consideration?

"Does this black stone still exist?" Alice said softly, with a gloomy face, buzzing through everyone's heads like an alarm bell. Yes, does this Blackstone still exist? can it really be considered an empire that is indifferent to the slaughter of its subjects?

This is already a corpse vegetarian meal, but it is already dead......

"Even if he still exists, he is no longer the Blackstone we once guarded, although there are more than 10,000 soldiers outside who are nominally under my jurisdiction, but can I really move them? It's not that we don't do it, but we can't do it, Blackstone is deliberately preserving its strength, who knows if we will become the next outcast......" Alice's face was a little miserable, and said: "This politics is more complicated than the arcane, if possible, I will never want to touch them......"

After saying this, Alice turned around and left alone, leaving a group of dazed magicians behind!

After a long time, Grud said to Kihama, "Would you like a drink, old fellow?"

"Drink it, who is afraid that you will not succeed!" said Kihama.

"Let's go ...... too"

That night, Mothea, a mecca of magicians, returned home drunk with a group of depressed magicians......

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