"Tsk, I fell into a trap."
At the moment when the magic circle under the gap in the southeastern city wall of Xinjing was released, the Druid's Archmage said so and tightly grasped the wand in his hand.
And in front of them, pale white vines rose up from the ground in response to the sound of something breaking, knocking the ruins of houses weighing several tons into flying directions. After emerging from the surface, they coiled up like snakes and propped themselves up. The upper part looked at the group of people with its head without eyes or mouth. Immediately afterwards, the surface that was originally undulating like rapid water suddenly shook violently, and then opened countless creepy holes like lotus root holes.
"By the name of Miu Miu La, the power of the cloud is for my use." The short mantra was in a language with multiple syllables sounding at the same time. Although the words themselves could not be understood, the amazing thing was that everyone could Understand what she is saying.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff -" The dark spikes shot out from the small holes in the strange vines, and they directly covered the entire block. These projectiles with extraordinary hardness directly shot through the remaining thick wooden beams and people. Thin houses and even hard stone slabs were cracked by it piercing into them.
But the small area covering the group of people was not hit by any spikes, and those incredibly powerful projectiles were intercepted by a translucent film.
"Crack -" The rubble in the surrounding ruins rolled to Muer's feet, and when she exhaled and put down her staff, all the floating black thorns fell to the ground.
They made a crisp "ding" sound on the stone slab, and seemed to be made of some kind of metal or ore.
"..." Wannalan tightened his grip on his warhammer and took a step forward, but the moment he sensed the threat, the things like vines and snakes burrowed into the ground again and disappeared.
"Don't these fools know that the suppression enchantment and the repulsion enchantment cannot be drawn in the same place? If something goes wrong with this design, it will be ruined." The little mage took off his hood and mask with a "click". Her dark green curly hair was exposed. Although the Luoan girl could not understand the words she said, the angry expression on the face that was the same color as Nen Ye also made her understand that the other party was very angry now.
"Human things are too easy to date. They may vaguely know that these things have this effect, but they don't know how they work." Henry shrugged aside, and Erica knelt down to pick it up. He picked up a black spike and said with a sigh:
"Maybe to them, there's no difference between us and these things."
"Oh, there's no need to differentiate. Using one magic circle to resist two threats at the same time. Anyway, you can't see the legendary things now, right?" The magister, who still looked very angry, said while turning his head to look at Gaps in the city wall.
"I will redraw it temporarily, although it will take some time." She turned around and said: "You go first."
"The purpose of those things should be the same as ours. Let's go to the Imperial Palace first." Erica led the team to turn around without hesitation. Although she and the tall dragon warrior were not riding horses, they were running on the street at a fast speed. No less than the rest of the people with mounts.
The huge Xinjing collapsed after the earthquake. Houses were everywhere. The entrance to the southeast was more seriously affected, but the more complete houses further in still had their doors and windows closed. There seemed to be residents inside, and there were also people lingering in some alleys. But the group of them went straight through without stopping.
They didn't have the time or manpower to stop and help everyone. Xinjing was so huge that just a few people, even with their infinite strength and endurance, couldn't help at all.
The most suitable tactics and application methods for such a small-scale elite force have always been to focus on attacking and prescribing the right medicine, and this is exactly what this huge, bloated and slow Moon Country needs most.
"How could they forget all this?" Heavy footsteps stepped on the stone slabs of Crescent Continent, and the tough-skinned warrior said in his magnetic voice that seemed to have accumulated over thousands of years.
This is an insurmountable gap between long-lived species and short-lived species. Even if they are in the same space, the world in their eyes and the way they view the world are completely different.
In the eyes of the people of Crescent Continent, this entire piece of capital architecture has been prosperous and healthy for thousands of years. Almost all outsiders are shocked by its majestic and majestic scale. In the eyes of longevity species, it may be nothing more than a flash in the pan. Wither.
"Things that should not be forgotten are forgotten, and the stability brought by imaginary eternity is sought from fleeting things. It is incomprehensible and incomprehensible." The high-speed airflow made the Luoan girl's eyes feel very dry. But Wannalan spoke without being affected at all.
"Forgetting is because it is no longer needed. This is why short-lived species are easy to eradicate." The sage said.
"Some things were once regarded as truth because they were necessary conditions for survival in that era. The elders of the past worked tirelessly to teach future generations to deeply grasp and remember the content, because they judged that these needs were indeed present."
"But what is passed down in a peaceful environment without real threats becomes more and more superficial. It turns into a tradition, a tradition that needs to be followed rigidly but no matter how hard you try to preserve it, in the end only the easiest to remember will be left. The customs of things on the surface, but their inner core and essence have long been forgotten.”
"Peace and lack of threats? It's just a matter of hundreds or thousands of years. They will always come back." Wannalan answered.
"This is the cognitive distinction between humans and long-lived species. Once there is no threat for two or three years, it can be called peace. Ten or twenty years is enough time for a generation to grow up in peace and happiness. And these newly grown people who have never experienced threats will naturally sneer at the arguments of the older generation."
"After all, we humans have always grown up and found ourselves in the process of resisting our parents." When he said this, several people behind him felt this sentence even though they could not see the sage's expression. It contains some of his own emotions.
"This is the reason why I always like to talk to you, old friend." Wannalan seemed to have a smile in his tone: "You are the bridge of connection, you can always communicate with me in a language that I can understand and cannot be observed. speaking from a different perspective.”
"If all the sons of men were like you, the conflict four thousand years ago would never have happened." "Bang-bah-bah-" Wannalan lowered his heels and quickly stopped through the hard friction with the ground, and then He lowered his war hammer again.
"No, if all human beings were like him, then conflicts would probably happen earlier." Erica also stopped at the side, raised her spear and said mercilessly: "In the past, we couldn't Don’t forget to deal with such a high-spirited young man in this land.”
"Although distance makes people feel lonely, it also means safety. At the moment of connection and mutual understanding, the mysterious veil is lifted. It is no longer a superior existence." The silver-haired lady raised her head, and the horse was riding behind her. Everyone stopped one after another.
Hundreds of large bows were neatly drawn, with broad-bladed heavy arrows resting on them. They only waited for the commander's order before firing volleys at this small group of foreigners and strange aliens.
Wannalan stood in front of everyone. His taller torso than the ghosts made the frontline troops composed only of human warriors tremble. However, despite this, they still stood around the low wall built of yellowed bamboo. It defends the inner ring gate that was damaged by the earthquake and cannot be closed.
"The last time I was pointed at by such a thing was four thousand years ago." Electric sparks flashed in her eyes, and then thunder and lightning wrapped around the silver spear, and all this caused the warriors and witches who were waiting on the opposite side to mix together. Many people in the army were shaken.
This is a battered and battered unit, but it still looks good.
At this time, they have arrived at the inner ring city of Xinjing. Although most of the martial arts disciples in the Kingdom of the Moon are uneducated and unskilled, apart from the troops of the witches and ghosts and gods, there are also a few elite combat sects. .
The Tiger Hunting Army in the South and the Yueshui Troops in Xinjing are both elite troops. The former has been trained to fight against pirates in the South and bandits in the mountains and forests, while the latter has recruited veterans with actual combat experience from all over the country to serve as Xinjing's troops. of the garrison.
Judging from the scale of the bamboo wall fortifications they adhered to and traces of use, these people had been stationed here for some time, and it seemed that they had been stationed here long before the earthquake.
With such a tight readiness and the absence of any warriors to assist the civilians outside, it seemed that some kind of change had occurred that caused the senior officials of Xinjing to withdraw all defensive forces.
Abandoning soldiers to protect chariots, in the face of major disasters, they prioritized defending the inner ring city area where the nobles and royal families were located, while the large number of civilians in the outer ring were left to fend for themselves.
Whether you criticize cruelty or resent injustice, no matter which country or city-state you are in, this is what will happen when a disaster occurs, because once the leadership class is completely wiped out, the lack of unified command will only make it more difficult to control the situation, causing the chaos to last longer. Long—but that’s exactly what seems to be happening right now.
The arm that stretched the big bow gradually trembled due to the effort, but this garrison force, which did not seem to have any orders from the grassroots commander, could only freeze in place when facing a group of people who did not know whether it was an enemy or a friendly force.
They didn't know what the right decision was, whether they should shoot the arrow in their hands or lift the alert, so they could only stay in this awkward state. The sage noticed this. He dismounted and moved forward, then stretched out his hands to ask Wannalan and Erica to lower their weapons. Then he picked up the honorary warrior's token and the certificate given by the great witch before, and held them high. rise.
"We are not enemies." They expressed no hostility and took the initiative to identify themselves with badges and simple and clear words, but despite this, the warriors holding bows still did not put down their weapons. They looked at each other in shock until one of them couldn't hold it any longer and let it go. Then the others released their big bow one after another.
"Who are you!" someone in the crowd asked, and Henry looked back at Miss Doctor, and she walked forward knowingly as she had said before.
"Dr. Xingyong of Tiange Academy, Beixiaoji Ayakai." She turned back and glanced at the people behind her: "Guard everyone."
As the only Kazuto in the team and a high-ranking noble, Aya's identity is their only reliance when encountering the Xinjing garrison.
Although it is possible for a group of people to break in by force alone, these samurai troops are not their real enemies, and conflict with them will only consume strength for no reason.
Although considering the ultimate goal of the group, I am afraid that conflicts are still inevitable.
"These are, say, guards." They were non-humans and foreigners. Even if Ling's identity and status could be proven, the appearance of these guards still left the garrison in a daze.
Henry observed the defensive position. There were blood stains on the ends of some sharp bamboos, and there were also some traces of Superman's brute force on the ground. Coupled with the absence of the ghost warriors who are supposed to be inseparable from the miko, and the number of spare spears that far exceed the number of people——
"We have also fought against the crazy ghost tribe. We are friends. Is the Great Miko nearby?" He chose the language to further express to the other party - these people may not be able to do anything as a garrison and lack command. We have a deep understanding of what happened in the inner ring, but judging from the traces left behind, we can know what they fought against.
This point is raised to create a sense of identity that both parties are in the same situation, to dilute the rejection caused by the appearance of aliens and foreigners, and to further use the name of a powerful person.
The words he spoke were simple and straightforward to make it easier for the other party to understand, because in such a nervous situation, it would be difficult for the other party to digest too complicated and detailed explanations. But these words are all based on meticulous observation, and each sentence can have a key effect.
"Who, who is going to contact the Grand Miko-sama?" He had no opinion and no authority to make decisions, so when he mentioned the name of the Grand Miko-sama, these people seemed to have found a step up.
'Not an enemy, a person who can solve problems' emphasizing these two points is enough to resolve the confrontation.
Most of the veterans of the Moon Water Force were recruited from rural areas. They were not arrogant local warriors from Xinjing, so they were easier to talk to. Coupled with the sage's persuasive guidance, these people were led away by him after just a moment's conversation.
The spears and bows were lowered, and the tight defensive formation was relaxed.
They chatted incessantly, and soon sent out men to find the great witch who was in charge of the command nearby.
And when the noble lady appeared at the gate of the city with a tired look on her face, and her eyes caught sight of Wannalan, Erica, and the belated arrival of Mu'er, she froze on the spot.
Apparently, just like Miss Doctor, who is also familiar with the history of Oyue Kingdom, she also noticed the similarity between these existences and the things described in ancient classics.
especially.
The man holding the moon spear and whose hair is the same color as the moon.
Amid the surprised looks of others, the great witch knelt on her knees and bowed.
The only people who can make the witches of the Great Moon God kneel are the royal family who are the descendants of the gods.
And the god himself.
Erica was unmoved. She just looked down at this mortal waiter whose age difference was so big that it seemed as big as mountains and buds.
The other lower-level shrine maidens around them all knelt down and worshiped after reacting in surprise and enlightenment.
"What you came back to find." The great witch lowered her head and asked.
"To save or to destroy."
