Chapter 983 The White Ghost Army Has Arrived! When Will the Reinforcements Come?
The Hawthorne couple finally decided to open a store in the Eagle Country for a few years.
Parliament gave them quite generous terms:
They are allowed to choose their own store location within a certain range, and a dedicated person will build a store for them and set up a magic circle, promising that the store will always be under the protection of the mage tower;
Promise them the exclusive right to purchase certain categories of goods, as well as the exclusive right to sell certain categories of output from the Mage Tower;
Promising them discounted prices for the drugs and services Mr. Hawthorne uses to advance;
Promise to be tax-free for two years, and tax halved for the next three years;
It was promised that their residence and store in Waltham would be guarded and maintained by a local mage tower, and that they would be returned to them intact when they came back...
The most important thing is that after reading the map, Ms. Jasmine really hopes to walk south from the Eagle Country one day. If she's lucky, can we dig out her bastard, heartless father who never came back after leaving the two of them behind? From the southern jungle?
And Uncle Hawthorne naturally sacrificed his life to accompany his wife. If you want to accompany your wife, you must take action and have strength. In order to build up enough strength, the former mercenary nicknamed "Firestone" rolled up the rolls, checked out all the special products in the store, and boarded the airship with his wife.
All the way to the west and south. The huge airship rode on the long wind and crossed the vast land of the New World. Fly over mountains, cross rivers, and overlook plains.
Plains covered with green, sparkling rivers and lakes receded beneath their feet. The airship opened its light sail and flew at high speed over the new continent, crushing clouds and breaking through turbulence, flying at a speed several times faster than Appa running at full speed.
What? You mean hitting a bird? In the airship, more than a dozen archmages took turns releasing their auras, shocking everyone in the world. There are flying monsters with no eyes. When they fly close, they turn away quickly...
This journey only encountered obstacles in one place. After flying to the location where the tribes fought against the plague girl, the great magicians disembarked from the airship and conducted a frantic investigation. Holding various magic props in hand, casting various spells, walking through the entire battlefield step by step...
Especially those in Black Crow Swamp, they want to dig out the soil!
"That's enough for you! Don't waste time here!" Archmage Baierbo finally couldn't stand it anymore:
"We'll get nothing if we wait here for the Glory Holy See to attack and destroy the Eagle Kingdom!"
"Oops... I have to wait for the Eagle Kingdom to invite someone..." Archmage Heins stood on the edge of the swamp, his white bone robe moving without any wind, without looking back. If it weren't for the worry that the juniors were around, I would have wanted to stick my nose into the swamp.
Grete felt that these swamps had been cleaned up, there was no problem, and there was no need to take care of them anymore. But in the eyes of a high-level necromancer, the floating ghosts, wailing undead, and lingering resentment taste so sweet——
Although the quality of the souls of the indigenous people is a bit poor, the ones that can survive to this day are still of a relatively high level during their lifetime!
The Eagle Country won’t come to invite people?
It would be best not to invite someone, just let him take his disciples to clean this place!
"Lynn!" he shouted over his shoulder:
"Come and take a look at this swamp! How are you doing with the [Wall of Soul] spell?"
Archmage Baierbo shrugged and walked away slowly. By the way, why haven't the Golden Eagle warriors from the Eagle Kingdom come yet? Haven't they already asked the Kestrel tribe to send a message? Could it be that he was scared away when he saw the airship?
In the distant country of eagles, the golden eagle warriors and white eagle warriors soared high in the sky, overlooking the ant-like flow of people on the mountain road below, all of them with pale faces. An older White Eagle warrior said bitterly:
"How dare they! Those invaders, how dare they - and those who helped the invaders, they betrayed the glory of the Eagle God, they should all be tied to the cactus, sunbathed to death, and eagles killed Pecked to death, bitten to death by a poisonous snake——"
"It's no use saying this!" the Golden Eagle soldier leading the team shouted to him:
"The problem now is that their steel swords can cut through our obsidian blades - don't tell me about the weapons that high-level warriors have cultivated, the stone swords of the Black Eagle warriors are vulnerable to them;
Their spears can easily pierce our leather armor;
Their floating cities, those tall four-legged monsters, can make sounds like thunder and trample through our formation...
When will our allies arrive? A month has passed. Did the youngest son of the God of Thunder take our gifts and plan to run away? "
The Eagle Country is under great pressure. Those "white ghosts", after being repulsed by them for the first time, have made a comeback:
A large row of floating cities is parked on the seaside, each city is towering, and the white clouds above the city sometimes open and sometimes close, until they float to the height of dozens of people;
From the top of the city, four-legged monsters came down, running like flying and making sounds like thunder;
The light from the hands of those "white ghosts" was like sharp spears. Those who are illuminated by the light, even the most cowardly and despicable indigenous warriors, can immediately cheer up and fight with their warriors inextricably...
If they fight against such a large number of soldiers, as well as the entangled soldiers of the city-state who betrayed the Eagle God, they will pay a heavy price!
The Golden Eagle warriors are nervous, silent, and waiting for their allies. And Alfonso Cortes, who was riding a horse and walking on the mountain road, also frowned and beat his shoulders hard:
He is the deputy governor of the Storm Islands District, one of the four major governorships in the New World. Although he was the deputy governor in name, the actual power was in the hands of the governor. He was sent here to retire.
There was nothing he could do about it. Who asked him to flirt with someone he shouldn't have molested, and then he was exposed again——
Pooh! Who wants to retire in the New World? It's stuffy and hot, there are a lot of mosquitoes, there's no opera, no dance, no good food, no beautiful women who can talk about literature and philosophy, but nothing!
Looking around, he saw a wild wilderness. Except for a few of his followers, they were the yellow-skinned, shirtless natives who couldn't even understand the language!
If you want to retire, you have to go back to Brolin Kingdom to retire!
However, if you want to return to Brolin's kingdom, you have to hand over a large amount of money; if you want to hand over a large amount of money, you have to make a large amount of money. The problem is that all mining rights and tax collection rights in the Storm Islands are in the hands of the governor.
The only things he could mobilize were a city that was not on the main waterway, the churches around the city, and the surrounding plantations... He watched helplessly as the governor made a huge fortune inexplicably a few years ago, and he had no way to get involved. ! hateful!
Fortunately, last year, he got news about the Eagle Country from adventurers and businessmen. A country, an indigenous country, a country with temples paved with gold and roads flowing with silver, wasn't this just made for him!
Deputy Governor Alfonso gathered a group of people - his own knights, bishops in the church, and mercenaries in the city. He hired a group of merchant ships and set out for the Eagle Country. Of course, how many of the so-called merchant ships are actually pirates...
Deputy Governor Alfonso turned a blind eye and closed one eye, deciding to pretend not to see it.
11 ships, a team of 550 people, and 16 horses. The first attack was overwhelming and indeed achieved considerable results. When the natives saw them from a distance, most of them fled in all directions. However, when they reached the bottom of the plateau, they encountered strong resistance.
Those warriors!
Those flying warriors!
Densely packed, they flew down from the high cliffs, and their flapping wings temporarily covered the sky!
Deputy Governor Alfonso felt ice cold all over for a moment. So many warriors, so many heavenly knights above level 15? As long as five heavenly knights join forces to attack, his team can be wiped out under the cliff!
Fortunately, those warriors seemed to rely on the power of the evil god to fly, and did not have the powerful power of the Heavenly Knight to crack mountains and crack rocks. Even so, the spears and spears thrown from their hands caused great damage to the brave warriors!
Vice-Governor Alfonso retreated hastily. After returning to the ship for inspection, hundreds of people were dead, and almost everyone else was injured. Although a batch of gold and silver was snatched back, it was not enough! Totally not enough!
What to do, how to conquer this country and swallow this piece of fat deliciously?
Deputy Governor Alfonso was at a loss for a while. At this moment, a priest with ragged clothes and torn robes, but his eyes were still bright, quietly walked into his governor's palace.
"Dear Governor, I have a way to spread the glory of the Lord in that land..."
The cleric came up with a plan. Join forces with the Plague Maiden to spread the disease to the Eagle Country - just some time ago, there was a wave of smallpox in the Storm Islands - weakening the power of the natives and evil gods.
At the same time, the Governor-General can send priests to treat the local indigenous people, win over them, unite them, and ultimately turn them into a sharp sword pointing at the Eagle Country:
"I have been walking on this land for a long time. The indigenous people here are composed of city-states, and they do not completely surrender to the Eagle Country."
The visitor’s eyes were shining brightly under his hood:
"In order to offer sacrifices to the evil gods, the Eagle Country constantly asks for human sacrifices from them, and even directly attacks and destroys city-states. The locals are very resentful. As long as we can win over a few city-states, we can successfully enter this country. Stepping into their royal capital..."
"That makes sense." Deputy Governor Alfonso stroked his raised mustache and nodded majestically:
"But, who will do the work of joining forces with that evil god—the plague girl you mentioned?"
"I'm coming." The white-robed priest raised his head proudly:
"In order to spread the glory of my Lord, I will not hesitate to be filthy temporarily... I only hope that after the incident is completed, your Excellency the Governor can take me in, protect me, and give me a place in the city."
He rolled up a blanket and walked out proudly. Two months later, Deputy Governor Alfonso heard news of an epidemic of smallpox near the Eagle Country from adventurers and merchants.
"It should be soon... it should be soon... we can send troops soon..."
Vice-Governor Alfonso kept praying. However, the good news of the large-scale epidemic of smallpox in the Eagle Kingdom has not been received for a long time. The only certainty is that the tribes and city-states near the coast are turning to the white-robed priest one after another...
"send troops!"
He finally made up his mind. He personally went to the Governor-General and borrowed a powerful army, including an eighteenth-level archbishop who was in charge of the Governor-General's District, using his own power and the next ten years' profits as collateral.
In addition, a large core of soldiers was gathered and ten times as many pirates were hired. There are many sails and rafters, blocking out the sky and the sun, setting out for the Eagle Kingdom——
This time, we must complete the victory in one battle!
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