Mage? Spell Engineer!

Sirsa was a little dizzy. She didn't expect that there was such a big garbage dump in the capital of Istani. And wasn't it dark now? Why is it still dusk in Storm City?

There is no scent of bread in the air, only the vague smell of garbage dumps (even if the Rat Whisperer has cleaned it.)

She looked at those thin but cheerful little people, and even felt compassion. It turned out that the upper dynasty also had such malnourished citizens, so who was eating the food they grew?

The sight of elves, dwarves, humans and unknown races living in harmony and holding celebrations also opened her eyes.

However, there are still some dissonances. For example, there is a young male human nearby, stirring a large pot in a sinister manner, and a strange red light occasionally erupts from the mouth of the pot, which is very scary.

Sirsa thought of the legend about elders frightening children, and consciously stayed away from that weird human being.

Yes, what the elf girl saw was Rorschach. He was working hard to mix a large pot of brown potion. The pot bubbled up from time to time and smelled of blood. He now looked like an old witch.

At this time, he is working with the Rat Whisperer to create the crudest "magic trumpet" in history:

First, Rorschach transformed a small trick [Amplification Technique] into a magic circle and carved the master plate. The two assistants of the Rat Whisperer carried the master plate, dipped it in alchemical ink and stamped it on the old newspaper to complete it.

Unable to find the alchemy potion in the shadows, Rorschach came up with a genius idea: he boiled the living water until it became inactive. As long as it didn't boil, the microbial remains inside still had the ability to store and channel a small amount of magic power, and then squeezed in the frogs. The blood appropriately provided nutrients and restored activity. Finally, while stirring and mixing, he used a metal stirring rod to input his own magic power into the potion.

Temporary high-performance alchemical ink is born!

The structure of the magic circle is enhanced by the topology technology learned from the Archmage Poincaré. The marks designed on the newspaper are aligned and rolled up just enough to connect all the circuits. The nearly zero-cost "magic amplifier" is completed. Rorschach estimates that it is temporarily The potion can support continuous amplification of minor tricks for up to two hours.

"You put so much effort into making a trumpet?" Caroline looked on with a twisted look on her face as hundreds of semi-finished trumpets were produced, and when Rorschach's second pot of potion was finished, thousands more would be printed. The years of accumulation of the Rat Whisperer tribe were squandered.

The Rorschach who used the [Fireball Technique] to figure out the [Water Making Technique] is back!

She watched as the villain happily took one, rolled it into a trumpet, and then made a huge amount of noise. He also glued a trumpet matrix to become the troubadour's sound system. "Can we use this technology to create more offensive spells?"

"Teacher, you are right, but the magic power of ink and the carrying capacity of newspapers cannot provide enough starting power for offensive spells. But we can provide some help to the resistance. Let's print more, don't print [Amplification] Technique].

"Furthermore, our next conquest is a cognitive war. Let the residents of the core of the Shadow City and the will of order in the Shadowlands recognize the Rat Whisperer Kingdom and its expansion, which will weaken the power controlled by the Marquis. Therefore, the trumpet is better than the sword. , Fireball is more effective. Ask others to fight the propaganda war and cognitive war, and we will be the ones to gnaw on the real hard bones.”

Caroline reluctantly accepted Rorschach's plan and helped carve the master of the new magic circle.

Sirsa and others formed a team under the garbage mountain, holding frog legs in their mouths and listening to tuneless songs. Next each team received a stack of newspapers. Someone told them these were scrolls?

The [Dark Vision] scroll only lasts for two minutes, but each team can receive five.

There are five scrolls of [Invisibility] that expire in three seconds.

There are still five [Stun] scrolls that do not guarantee whether the mouse can be stunned.

The gray elves have never fought such a wealthy war, and they have never seen such a poor scroll. The newspapers from earlier years are now brittle, so be careful when folding them.

"When using it, tear off any corner to activate it. Don't tear too much and tear off the circuit! We ran out of newspapers, so some teams received bark scrolls, so they have to use a little more force." Benedy also Shouting loudly with a "magic trumpet" is necessary to drown out the sound of the Rat Whisperer and Freddy singing and dancing.

He should be ashamed, but why not? When the gray elves were dumbfounded when they discovered that the "newspaper scroll" really worked, Benedy was even a little happy.

"Where is this? Shouldn't we be in Storm City?" The gray elf commander realized the critical issue after he came to his senses. He spit out the frog bones and questioned the representative of the resistance organization in Storm City.

After the sealing system was destroyed, a connection was established between the Elf Holy Land and the ruins on El Island, which was the stone formation where the resistance entered. Benedy followed Rorschach's instructions to contact the resistance forces on both sides of Storm City and Isle Island, and arranged for the cape troops to arrive here.

"Don't worry. After your uprising, Storm City's organization encountered a retaliatory pursuit, and the powerful Kingdom Navy blocked all ports. We can only choose this path now. This is called the Shadow Land, and in a sense, it is the Storm The city's underground.

"But there is one last obstacle to entering Storm City through this place - a Marquis with a strength comparable to that of the Archmage."

The commander became even more anxious after hearing this: "How can we pass with such a strong guard? Also, what is the connection with that rat kingdom?"

"You can understand this. The next action is a huge ceremony. We just have to follow it. After completion, the power of the Marquis will be greatly weakened, so it will not be an obstacle."

The commander was hesitant, but at this point, he could only obey the command. This was originally a strange move, and the rebels did not even discuss it with the Restoration Council. According to the plan of the high-level rebels, the Three Hundred and One Warriors were just a strange move in a stalemate. They would be the best if they could, and if they didn't, they would conserve as much strength as possible and withdraw.

After running out of newspapers, peeling off tree bark, and draining all the blood of the frogs near the garbage mountain and being eaten, the newly born "Rat Whisperer Kingdom" immediately began to conquer the land with gongs and drums from their royal capital, the garbage mountain.

The Jiao Maoding District was the first to be conquered, and as the soldiers of the old empire had been dealt with, the other residents watched numbly as a strange team passed by. The residents whose ears were not burned out heard the Rat Whisperers singing at the top of their lungs, and because they generally had a poor articulation, they had to listen several times before they could understand the words:

"We sing loudly today,

Drink the cold wine!

I'm leaving soon,

Just let the wine glasses clink with a crisp sound!

The Kingdom of the Rat Whisperer,

We are going to war,

Towards the shadowland, the shadowland! "

Then an ugly but huge banner was hung on the clock tower without a bell, and the residents who could still see it showed a bat with outstretched wings grasping a sledgehammer.

Somehow, some residents actually joined the singing team, singing and dancing along like a man possessed.

The earl of the semi-submerged area saw that there was such a huge momentum and that an army was really coming. He immediately sent an envoy to secretly kneel down. If he could be canonized as a duke, he would be willing to join the Rat Whisperer Kingdom and liberate all the rat whisperers in the semi-submerged area. or slave. If you haven't beaten the Marquis, just pretend that he didn't say anything about it.

Singletaryev waved his hand, sure!

The flag of the new kingdom was not hoisted in the semi-submersible, but entered the count's train, for he was in want of new sheets.

After the flags were also hung in the historic area, a huge team led by human mages, elven troops, and mushroom-headed bards finally moved towards the core area of ​​the Marquis's base, paying tribute to him in the name of the first king of the kingdom, Singarev. Declare war!