Netheril’s Brilliance

Unknowingly, the offensive and defensive battle of Conora City has been going on for a whole day, and the sun Mira and the sun Chicasa have begun to gradually fall towards the sky. It was the first time to repel the enemy's attack. At this point in the war, both the offensive and defensive sides began to be obviously exhausted. Even the professionals who had a strong recovery began to be overwhelmed by the mental tension!

The war continued, but now, whether it was the bloody and determined enemies at the beginning, or the city guards who were shivering and desperately resisting, they have all become numb and sluggish, and the blood clotted from every survivor, on the city walls and the ground Reddish-brown stains exuding a strong bloody smell are everywhere, and the bones that have been extinguished are only left with a faint black smoke, still telling the tragedy of the past!

Finally, the retreat horn sounded as if descending from the sky. When it was getting dark, the enemy decided to retreat temporarily. A large number of soldiers with armor dyed red retreated from the city wall with iron swords that were still dripping blood. The city guards cheered symbolically as if they were relieved a few times, then slumped down on the city wall full of corpses, the war... came to an end!

Punk stood in the middle of a large piece of minced meat. If ordinary soldiers were standing on a pile of corpses, Punk was standing in minced broth. However, Punk's body was not stained with any dirt. The mage armor and secondary deflection position were perfect. Avoiding the blood splashing on Punk, seeing the sun Chicasa is about to sink below the horizon, the last ray of light at dusk is about to bid farewell to the pitted and blood-soaked city walls of Conora City, and seeing the pious soldiers one by one Thanks for the kindness of the god he worshiped in his heart, Punk curled his lips, kicked away half of the bloody head at his feet, and walked unhurriedly along the steps that were greasy due to the accumulation of too much blood Down the walls!

Gently shaking the still white palm, Punk felt that his strength had improved to a certain extent. Fighting is the best way to practice magic. After a whole day of spell-casting practice, he personally observed and felt the effect of spells And power, close to the battlefield to practice the timing and choice of spell release, is of great help to improve the experience of magic, now, Punk has reached level 6!

Punk, who has really felt the growth of strength, has not been infected by the sadness brought about by the war. Even though Conora City is full of mournful cries, Punk's mood is still relaxed and happy.

But when Punk passed a shop, even Punk, who thought he was ruthless, felt a little... pity?

No no no, the weak never deserve mercy!

It was a wooden house that had been hit by boulders. On the cracked and scratched shop sign, you could still recognize the immature characters of Lyco Tart Barbeque Shop... This is exactly what punk likes. BBQ restaurant.

The current shop has been smashed by stones, the surrounding ground has been shattered, and the blood flowing from the crevices of the gravel has dried up, but punks can still use the prophecy spells to know the truth through the blood of these ordinary people. The identity and status of their owners......

The result of the spell detection...of course it is very irritating...it is very logical...whether it is the uncle of barbecue, or the little loli who opened her eyes and said big brother is so beautiful in a tender voice , have already been...buried deeply by this huge rock...

Poor little guy, rest in peace, the delicious barbecue that I will never eat again, rest in peace, Punk stretched out his hand and gently stroked the huge stone covered with dust and blood, turned around, and continued to walk towards the square... ...

Isn't he also a member of the weak? In such a war, the weak self is also... not worth mentioning!

War...is really unpleasant, especially a war that makes one feel powerless!

The city defense troops on the square are distributing food in a unified manner. On the plane of Faerun, 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 distribution! Of course, the general distribution order is that professionals are the first priority, followed by nobles, then soldiers, and finally poor people!

In order to stockpile food for a protracted war that is likely to occur, all food is theoretically distributed according to wartime standards, at least for the poor.

Punk saw in the square that large groups of poor people were queuing up in a porridge shed built of broken wood to receive a small bowl of soup porridge made with a little wheat and a few sporadic leaves of wild vegetables. Choose meals in temporarily requisitioned shops.

Punk picked up a somewhat greasy dinner plate, and after cleaning it, he took it to cook.

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 agglomerated, which looks like a layman's handwriting. The side dishes include bacon and ham, as well as some vegetarian dishes such as pickled radishes. Punk chose a piece of bacon that looked good, and then returned to the bloody city wall with his plate in a low-key manner while eating Be alert!

For some professionals who have never seen the world, this bloody and terrifying environment is definitely not a good place to eat, but for predecessors such as punks who have experienced in many battles, in the pile of dead Eating in is not a thing to be fussed about at all!

Punk ignored the ghost-like eyes of several apprentice-level professionals. He just used a fairly good corpse as a table and ate food with big mouthfuls. Now Punk was thinking about the advantages and disadvantages of Conora City , I have no time to pay attention to such trivial things as the dining table.

As a border city mainly exporting leather, Conora City has never had a large amount of grain hoarding. Most of the usual grain is imported from other grain-rich cities by canals. Although there are some farms that grow koji wheat, But the yield is generally low, and in the tender season, the Ququ wheat planted in the ground is only a sapling, which cannot be used as food at all, but the current Conora City has a hundred thousand troops who need enough food. The food sustains the fight...

This amount of food lasts for a week at most. Even if the enemy just surrounds the city without attacking, the shortage of food alone is enough to drag down the city of Conora. Punk is already sure that as long as the enemy does not make any mistakes, Conora City can be said to be defeated without a doubt!

But what does that have to do with me? Punk gulped a slice of moderately salty bacon into his mouth. He had already decided that he would leave Conora City after he had slaughtered fifty short-sighted professionals and exchanged spells with McNassie. Kamos Kingdom, destined for turmoil, went directly to the neighboring Dylan Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Punk raised his head and looked around at the other professionals who were scattered and sitting under the city wall, It is estimated that their thinking is similar to his own. After this day's war, even those hot-blooded baboons should be more sober. That's right! Just as Punk continued to calculate time and timing in his mind, a very familiar voice came from not far away!

Hello~~Long time no see~ Punk A familiar greeting sounded from the side of the city wall stairs, with the usual annoying and angry, interrupting Punk's thoughts very annoyingly!

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