The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The eastern gateway of the magic city, the steel fort, is a gray-brown plain. The plain contains huge reserves of steel resources. The annual output of steel accounts for about three-tenths of the magic council. It is the most important steel of the original magic council. Origin.

Before this place was conquered by imperial knights, and a large number of troops were stationed here. The plan for this fertile land is to become a direct territory of the royal family, and the Central Guards from the royal family are stationed here.

Even if the city of magic energy is not captured, even if there may be unknown enemies, there is still black smoke standing on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of choking, and countless rags of drudgery on the ground worked under the overseer's whip, and a bloodstain would appear on his body if he slackened slightly.

"These untouchables in the land of heretics, if they don't use whips to teach them, they won't know the majesty of the master."

Surrounded by a group of guards, a fat man wearing a white cotton robe patrolled the construction site majesticly, and all the overseers around him bowed respectfully to him wherever he went.

"Master Mor is right."

"The Duke gave Lord Morr such an important position, it is because of your abilities, Lord."

The fat man had just finished speaking, and the flattering words around him pounced on like a tide, each vying for the first, for fear of falling behind.

The director of Moore, it is said that a few generations ago, members of the family were still eligible to be named after the royal family's "flaming lion".

It's a pity that no real knights have appeared in the family for several generations, and they have lost this qualification and become a free man.

Even so, the blood flowing through the adult body and his connections are not comparable to an ordinary freedman.

This time, while the Duke of Mountbatten was stationed in the steel fort, he was appreciated by the duke and was appointed as the manager of the steel fort mining area.

Although this managerial status is insignificant for any strong knight, it is almost already standing at the highest position of mortals under the knight, showing its ability.

Moore smiled with satisfaction. It was not that he was dazzled by these superficial flatteries, but that he saw submissiveness and humility in the eyes of these people, without a sting.

This is very good, the task assigned to him by the Lord Duke can be completed better and faster.

Now that the empire is fighting, there is a huge gap between weapons and armor. Otherwise, although his relationship is not weak, there are still many people with stronger relationships than him, and he won't get to this position.

If he can successfully complete this task, he may be able to train the youngest son with the best aptitude in the family into a true knight, and the glory of the family will be restored again.

It would be even better if you could get another knight collar, it was enough to pass on for generations to come, I don’t know how many knights dream of...

Just as Moore was thinking about something, the stern alarm sounded suddenly, making him startled for a moment, then his face turned pale.

"This is the highest alarm."

"An enemy is coming."

There was a sudden sound of flattering, and then a series of panicked voices sounded, and even some timid people were ready to immediately escape back into the castle.

The originally well-organized mining site was in chaos in an instant, some mine slaves ran away, and the overseers also looked uneasy.

The people of the empire and the church acted cruelly and did not regard the people of the Magic Council as human beings. The wizards of the Magic Council were not good at all. If they were caught by them, I couldn't believe what cruel things would happen.

"stop!"

More sternly shouted to stop the escaping people: "What escape? If you dare to escape alone, you will end up being hanged by the Duke when you return to the castle."

The escaping person calmed down and looked at Moll anxiously.

"Go down quickly, arrange a retreat, give priority to removing important objects, casting good weapons, and then watch the mine slaves and bring them back, and kill whoever dares to move."

"Yes!"

...

One kilometer away from the steel fort, the mountains and plains wandered around in the Brownian movement. Only the central team lined up neatly, the campsite was neat, and the magical light gleamed everywhere, even the most ignorant people could feel the danger in it.

In the largest camp in the center, the spear sits in the main position and sits with the sword. At the bottom left are the flying snails and other players.

On the right are several star-level apex mages, including Master Reagan, who all show respect to the person who sits at the top, who is not an ordinary mage, and dare not go beyond the slightest.

The spear looked ugly at this time and looked at the flying snail: "So, the players around us have lost control? They have completely lost their organization and command, and refused to obey orders when they reconvened?"

His face was furious. Although he didn't report too much hope for the orderliness of these new players, every player who joined the army signed a corresponding agreement.

Being so unscrupulous, treating the previously signed agreement as waste paper, does he really treat them as having no choice?

The most annoying thing is that although these players are not as good as the first batch of players, they can also be called talents. They can fully understand the orders of the spear and know their goals and intentions at this time.

However, they looked at the player passing the order like watching a monkey show, and the attitude that you say, I am a dog, makes people very angry.

The flying snail sighed: "I can't say that. There are still players who are willing to obey us. There are more than 5,000 people who can form an organizational attack."

"well."

The spear took a deep breath, and asked each word: "According to the system, what is the crime of refusing to obey the superiors' orders after joining the army during the war?"

The flying snail lowered its head, not daring to look at the spear or answer the conversation.

There are 100,000 people, how many relatives and friends are old, and how huge the network of relationships is. No one knows how many people will be offended if they are killed.

Even if the cultivator is aloof and not afraid of mortals, this kind of thing is very scary.

Not to mention, many of these people's relatives and friends are immortal cultivators, not the network of mortals.

Not only the flying snail, but the captain-level players behind him, every one of them is at least a mid-stage Qi refining cultivation base, proficient in formation, and a promising cultivation seed, but no one dares to answer, lowering their heads like a quail.

The spear looked at Mage Regen and the others again, his gaze was forceful, full of looking down, it was not like a cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining looking at a group of condensed real-level transcendents.

It's just that Mage Reagan and the others are mature, looking up at the sky, looking like they don't know anything.

The flying snails knew everything they knew very well, and they didn't want to get into this huge trouble at all.

Anyway, the commander-in-chief this time is the spear, not them, and the responsibility for the hostility is not theirs.

If you want them to back the pot, it's no problem. As long as Zhao Shi is here, a look in their eyes indicates that they will happily take the initiative to buckle the pot to their heads, without the slightest complaint, and believe that Zhao Shi can protect them.

Spear?

Forget it, they don't think this very special mage has this ability.

The military account suddenly fell into a weird silence.

"Hahaha..."

The spear waited for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter, with a cold voice, causing the flying snail and others to pale quickly, with a bad feeling.