Netheril’s Brilliance

Unknowingly, the offensive and defensive battle of Konola City has been going on for a whole day. Both the Sun "Mira" and the Sun "Chicasa" have begun to gradually fall towards the horizon, and Konola's city guards are already in the first place. The enemy’s offense was repelled this time. At this point in the war, both the offensive and the defensive sides began to be obviously exhausted. Even professionals with a strong recovery began to be overwhelmed because of mental tension!

The war continues. But now, whether it is the enemy who was **** and determined at the beginning, or the city guard from shivering to the desperate resistance, they have become numb and sluggish. The blood has solidified from every survivor, on the walls and the ground. There were red-brown stains exuding a strong **** smell everywhere, and the skeletons that had extinguished the flame were only left with a faint black smoke still telling the tragedy of the past!

Finally, the retreat horn that seemed to descend from the horizon blew. When it was getting dark, the enemy decided to retreat temporarily. A large number of soldiers whose armors were dyed red retreated from the wall with iron swords still dripping blood, and survived. The city guards also cheered a few symbolic moments of relief, and then stumbled on the wall filled with corpses. The war... came to an end!

Punk is standing among large pieces of minced meat. If ordinary soldiers are standing on piles of corpses, punk is standing in minced broth, but punk’s body is not stained with any dirt. The mage’s armor and sub-deflection position are perfect. Avoiding blood splashing on punk, seeing that the sun "Chicasa" is about to sink below the horizon, the last ray of dusk is about to bid farewell to the pitted, blood-soaked walls of Konola City, seeing the soldiers pious one by one Thanks to the "kindness" of the **** worshipped in his heart, punk curled his lips and kicked away half of the **** head beside his foot, and walked unhurriedly along the steps that were slippery due to the accumulation of too much blood. Down the city wall!

Gently squeezed the still white palm, punk felt that his strength had improved to a certain extent. Fighting was the best way to practice magic. After a whole day of "casting practice", he could observe and feel the effects of magic. With power, the timing and choice of practicing spell release in close proximity to the battlefield are of great help to improving the experience of magic. Now, punk is level 6!

　　 Really felt that the growing punk was not at all infected by the sadness brought about by the war. Even though Konola City was full of sorrowful cries, the punk mood was still relaxed and happy.

　　 But when punk passed by a shop, even the punk who thought he was cruel and ruthless also felt a little sadness in his heart............

It was a wooden house that was hit by a boulder. The cracked and scratched shop sign can still recognize the somewhat immature fonts of "Lake Tart Grill"...This is what punk likes quite a lot. A barbecue restaurant.

The shop has been smashed by rocks, and the surrounding ground has been shattered. The blood flowing from the cracks in the gravel has dried up, but punk can still use prophecy spells and use the blood of ordinary people to learn The identity and status of their owners............

The result of the magic exploration... is naturally very popular... It is very logical... Whether it is the uncle barbecue, or the little loli who says "Big Brother is beautiful" in a tender voice with wide eyes , Have been............was deeply "buried" under the ground by this huge rock............

"Poor little guy, rest in peace, the delicious barbecue I can't eat anymore, rest in peace", Punk reached out his hand and gently stroked the huge rock covered with dust and blood, turned around, and continued to walk towards the square... ...

　　War...Never makes people happy, never!

　　 The city defense forces on the square are distributing food uniformly. On the plane of Falun, if a city is in a state of war, any “strategic materials” such as food for the poor must be handed over to the army for unified rationing! Of course, the general rationing order is that the professional has the highest priority, the nobility is second, then the soldiers, and finally the poor people!

　　In order to store food to deal with the protracted war that is likely to occur, all food is theoretically distributed in accordance with the "wartime standard", at least for the poor.

Punk saw in the square that large groups of poor people were lining up in a porridge shed built of broken wood to receive a small bowl of soup and porridge made with a little bit of wheat and a few sporadic wild vegetable leaves, while the professionals were in one Choose meals from temporarily requisitioned shops.

　　Punk picked up a greasy dinner plate, and took it for a meal after performing a cleaning.

　　 There are not many styles of food. The staple food is three pieces of wheat bread. It seems that the baker may have been smashed to death. These breads are not only crooked and very "abstract", but also the flour is clumped, which is a layman's handwriting. The side dishes include bacon and ham, as well as some vegetarian dishes such as pickled radishes. Punk chose a good smoked bacon, and then returned to the **** city wall with a low-key dinner plate while eating. Be vigilant!

For some professionals who "have never seen the world", this **** and terrifying environment is definitely not a good place to eat, but for "predecessors" such as punk who have "experienced all kinds of battles", it is in the dead. Eating inside is not a fuss-worthy thing at all!

Punk ignored the ghostly glances of a few apprentice-level professionals. He just used a still intact corpse as a table. UU reading www.uukanshu.com gulped food, and now Punk is thinking about Ke The advantages and disadvantages of Nora City do not have time to pay attention to the small things like the dining table.

As a border city mainly exporting leather, Konola has never had a large amount of grain. Usually grains are mostly imported and transported by canals from other grain-rich cities. Although there are also some farms that grow ququ wheat, However, the yield is generally low, and in the tender season, the Ququ wheat planted in the ground is only a seedling, which cannot be used as food at all. However, the current Konola City has a hundred thousand troops in need. Food supports the battle...

"This amount of food lasts for a week at most. Even if the enemy just surrounds the city and does not attack, the shortage of food alone will be enough to bring down Konola City." Punk can already be sure, as long as the enemy does nothing wrong. Konola City can be said to be defeated!

　　 "But what does this have to do with me"? Punk guts and puts a moderately salty piece of bacon into his mouth. He has already decided. After he has slaughtered fifty professionals with no eyesight, he will leave Konora City after he has exchanged spells with Menethi. The Kingdom of Camos, which is destined to be turbulent, go directly to the Kingdom of Dylan next to it.

Thinking of this, Punk raised his head and looked around the other professionals who were sitting under the wall in a circle, "It is estimated that their thoughts are similar to themselves. After this day of war, even those "hot-blooded baboons" should be sober. That's right"! While punk continued to care about time and timing in his mind, a familiar voice came from not far away!

　　 "Hello~~ Long time no see~ Punk" A familiar greeting rang from the side of the city wall stairs, with the usual unpleasant and irritating interruption of punk's thoughts!