"It''s published! It''s published!"
In Shanghe Town, a one eyed boy carrying a paste barrel and a bag full of newspaper cloth slung across his shoulder. After pasting a large newspaper on the bulletin board, he waved his brush and shouted around.
"The Lord will lead the first army to the sharp blade fortress! The Lord will lead the first army to the fortress!"
Because he waved too hard, the paste on the brush fell on his messy black hair, but he didn''t care about it. Looking at the crowd coming up quickly from all around, he shouted harder: "come and read the newspaper! Come and read the newspaper. The LORD said to cook soup with Warcraft meat! Everyone will have a share then! Come and see!"
Seeing that the people around him were attracted by himself, the one eyed boy squeezed out the crowd with a paste bucket and ran to the next bulletin board.
After the boy left, the crowd looked at the three newspapers on the bulletin board, whispered and talked one after another.
"That''s good!" a worker in black linen and with a thick face said happily to his companions. "The Lord himself sits in the town and the first army. Finally, you don''t have to worry about those Warcraft this winter."
"More than that!" the man raised his calloused finger and pointed to a line of words on the bulletin board. "Didn''t you listen to the one eyed boy just now? Look, it''s written here. The Lord also asked people to prepare a big pot. At that time, we should use Warcraft meat to cook soup, and everyone can share a bowl."
"Warcraft broth!"
The onlookers immediately gave out a burst of exclamation. Their eyes quickly followed the man''s fingers and supported their necks to read carefully.
"Look! It''s really Warcraft broth. It''s right!"
"God! Lord, are you going to let us all taste Warcraft meat?"
"Fool, it says everyone here! Everyone, do you understand? According to me, Warcraft meat is not enough. We may only have some soup!"
"The soup is also good! Shit, I really want to taste the taste of Warcraft meat. It''s sold in merchant hotels. It''s said that it costs several gold coins at once! Only those rich businessmen can afford it!"
"Hey, what do you think Warcraft meat will taste?" a thin man with a stubby beard asked curiously.
"Whatever its taste, it''s like horse meat or beef. Even if it''s as bad as shit, I don''t care. They used to eat us, but now I''ll try it with my nose!"
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The news of the first army''s attack on the sharp blade fortress soon spread in Shanghe town. At first, people were worried about whether they could spend the winter safely. However, because of the Warcraft broth, the focus of people''s discussion turned into discussing whether the broth was good to drink, what flavor and how much each person could share.
Arthur has been trying to eliminate the nightmare influence of Warcraft on Shanghe collar and the bad impression that Shanghe collar is suffering, dangerous and terrible in other parts of the kingdom.
After thinking about it, he felt that there was no better way to solve these problems than to let everyone taste Warcraft meat together and make every winter a "animal eating Festival" - working hard to say that Warcraft could not be eaten as an endangered species one day.
Of course, in addition to the curious discussions among civilians, some guys with ulterior motives have been secretly following the movements of the first army.
At night, the mayor''s residence.
Under the reflection of candles, the three people at the table were dressed in a layer of butter, and the strange atmosphere was full of the smell of conspiracy.
The first to speak was priest Giovanni dressed as a businessman: "Lord Gustav, are you sure the first army will go to the sharp blade fortress tomorrow morning? And how many Knights will stay in the castle?"
"Don''t worry." Gustav smiled proudly. "The news is absolutely true. He will lead the first army to the fortress tomorrow morning. As for the Knights left behind in the castle, hey, I''ll ask. There will only be less than 20 Knights guarding the gate in the castle. Hey, hey, do you know who is responsible for guarding the gate?"
"Who?" Giovanni asked quickly.
"Albert," Gustav said, "you should remember this man. At the beginning, he blocked you out of the door and made you disheartened. He didn''t even enter the castle gate."
"A knight guarding the gate," Giovanni continued with a disdainful glance. "Have you figured out how to enter the castle? We must seize the castle without his awareness, so as to minimize the loss."
"Don''t worry!" Gustav smiled proudly at him. "In this world, there is nothing that gold coins can''t do. If there is, it must be that you don''t give enough gold coins!"
"Hum! You''d better not make any mistakes, or your gold coins can''t save you." Giovanni snorted coldly.
The damned fat man in front of him was the most insatiable man he had ever seen, a complete slave of gold coins.
"You are too anxious." when Giovanni cursed in his heart, the silent old knight said, "you should wait for him to leave and come back to the river town. Many castle guards remember your face. You are the one he ordered to expel. If you are recognized, your God of light can''t save you."
Sir guterry Hobbes is over 60 years old. On a stranger''s face, two legal lines are like gullies. Coupled with those mung bean eyes hidden in his eyelids, it is easy to think of the cold executioner in his heart when his face is expressionless.
Giovanni could hardly see his little eyes under the dim candle, but whenever the old knight made a noise, he always felt a chill.
"Don''t worry, I won''t be recognized." Giovanni raised his hand and touched the thick beard on his chin, which was specially glued to hide his identity. "It''s you who arrested two of my mercenaries today."
"They deserve to die," said the old Sir. "I warned you to restrain your fools before he left and don''t make trouble in town."
Giovanni tilted his lips, unwilling to defend the two drunkards, and directly said, "let them go before taking Lingfeng castle. Now it''s up to you."
"These people are not enough now," said Sir Hobbes coldly.
"That''s right." Gustav also said, "you''d better not take it lightly. You can send as many people as you have. The first army now is definitely stronger than half a year ago, even after a winter battle with Warcraft. I don''t want to use those weapons I gave you in other places first."
Here? Giovanni scoffed. For the two thousand long swords, the damn fat man blackmailed them at least two thousand gold coins!
Press the contempt in his heart, he promised: "don''t be afraid, as long as we can take Lingfeng castle and control the town, everything else is absolutely safe!"
In the face of Giovanni''s pledge, Gustav and Sir Hobbes were silent.
"Why, don''t you believe it?" Giovanni smiled contemptuously and scolded them for being timid. "It doesn''t hurt to tell you that the Green family will fight with all their strength, the Davidson family will send at least 100 knights, and in addition, the campers family will send at least 200 Knights!"
"You think I''m an idiot!" Gustav scolded immediately. "With the campes family, I can take out 200 Knights! What about your people in the East and the God of light? I tell you, if I can''t live, I''ll send you to hell with gold coins first!"
Sir Hobbes also threatened: "priest, your God is definitely not as fast as my sword!"
Faced with the threat of the two, Giovanni did not panic at all. Instead, he laughed a few times.
"Forget it. In short, some people want a quick decision. Just wait to be the count and Lord of York town."
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