A gust of wind from the South China Sea brought not only cargo ships from the Eastern Merchant Alliance, but also the scent of autumn.
The autumn wind sweeps across the land, and the rising sun caresses the wheat fields, proclaiming the harvest season.
Aside from a few patches of green that shouldn't be in the golden season... a bunch of little goblins?
Well, there really was a bunch of goblins slowly approaching Orvik City in the golden wheat field. I wonder how they managed to get past the patrolling guards.
Or perhaps the mercenaries on the front lines were slacking off? Did they run away? We'd never know!
Rig's eyes were fixed on the wheat field reflected in the soup.
Then, she made up her mind to reach into the pot with a ladle, scoop out half a straw mushroom, and tasted it a few times.
It was absolutely delicious!
Rig tilted his head happily, but then became depressed: "My delicious soup~"
She gritted her teeth, reached out and poured all the highly poisonous liquid from the jar into the pot, then reluctantly closed the lid.
...
"Hey! Bad luck!" A group of guards passed by the wheat field and spotted the uninvited guest.
A bunch of little goblins!
"Could it be a fake death?" The captain of the guards turned over the corpse of a little devil, whose body was covered in purple sores, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned.
"Stab him a few times, then bury him!" he ordered his team members behind him.
Autumn has arrived, but the harvest festival and the annual autumn hunt cannot be held as planned.
The south gate of Orwick City was wide open, and all the nobles and wealthy people had already traveled to Locke City by carriage.
The remaining civilians also packed their belongings and prepared to leave temporarily today.
"It's just a pity about all this grain, cough cough..." Aicardo, heavily armed, rode his horse to escort the civilians out of the city.
“In previous years, this grain could have fetched a good price,” said Kelyat, riding his warhorse Ize alongside Ecardo. “But now we can only deal with the goblins first before we can handle these other matters.”
“This year’s losses are unavoidable.” Aicardo stopped at the south gate, watching the civilian procession disappear into the distance.
He looked at Kelyat and asked, "How is the situation at the front? Still no reply?"
“…” Kyryat shook his head.
The front lines lost contact overnight. No matter how many scouts were sent there, it was like a whirlpool, only getting in and not out.
If Elsie were here, she'd probably complain, "There's no fighting on the front lines!"
...
Inside the hotel, Trisna wrapped her body in cloth, making her look quite like an assassin.
She glanced at Parker, who was reading a letter in the corner of the hotel, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Parker hesitated for a moment, then put the letter into the package, his voice barely audible: "It's nothing."
However, Trisna suddenly hugged him!
“I know you’re sad, I…can see it.” Trisna released Parker, whose eyes were filled with tears.
“I… I don’t know how to comfort you humans, but… I want to make you a little happier.” Trisna touched Puck’s face.
Parker gritted his teeth, his eyes shining brightly, and said, "I don't want to leave Orwick City."
They could have gone to Locke City with the civilians, since the guild leader who accepted the commission had been missing and the guild members were now free.
They could have left with the civilians!
“I respect your wishes.” Trisna’s hand touched Parker’s chest. “I, too, do not want to give up my homeland of Tilan.”
The two will not be assigned to the city's defense force, which is a unit led by Ekado and others, and requires a long period of training in coordination between soldiers.
How could those two scouts possibly be qualified to be included? So they joined the Free Army in the city.
Most of those who remained were ordinary people. Among them were elderly people who were not good at relocating, brave men who wanted to defend their homeland, and some who stayed for the sake of the Tiran faith.
This motley crew of people numbered a thousand, and they assisted the city's defense forces in building fortifications within the city.
If they fail to defend successfully, they will engage in street battles with goblins within the city.
Some of them were archers, while others were complete peasants with no fighting ability whatsoever.
Aycardo led his army out of the city under the watchful eyes of the Free Army.
The north side of the city was bustling with activity today, and the wild grass along the wall gave people a sense of natural freshness.
Large groups of cavalry were moving in and out of the north gate, while guards in the outermost wheat field had already discovered traces left by goblins.
“We don’t know when these brats will attack; they’ve completely blocked the scouts’ path.” Baron Boli looked worried, while Bo Ye, standing beside him, had already vomited.
In the wheat field, a wooden plank had been erected by goblins at some point, and on the plank, the corpse of a female scout was nailed to the ground.
She was naked, her face was contorted, her limbs were completely broken, and her body reeked of decay; she might soon turn into a zombie.
"They are smarter than they were a hundred years ago. They have learned to exploit human fear and to inflict more torture."
"They seemed to have acquired civilization, yet they also seemed to have retained their primitive savagery."
"A cold-blooded race, even if it becomes a member of civilization, will still be hopelessly cold-blooded."
Boli patted Boye on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."
He turned to his adjutant and said, "Burn it to prevent the corpse from turning into a zombie."
And in the wheat field, who knows how many more such tombstones have been erected, and perhaps even hidden little traps prepared by goblins; they are not merciful!
...
In a small wooden house lives a weak little witch... Rig?
Rig rested his chin on his hand, staring at the soup in the bowl in deep thought. Why does it always switch to surveillance footage of the wheat field every time I make soup?
"Ugh! Zombies are such a hassle..." Rigg tugged at her hair, looking at a bowl of good soup and then at the corpses in the wheat field that might turn into zombies.
"Tsk, a few zombies shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Reg: →_→
Never mind! What can compare to a bowl of rice?
As a prophetic witch who is destined to be a servant, how can she not be a servant!
Having eaten and wiped clean, the witch looked completely satisfied, her depression from the past few days even subsided!
"But then again, I haven't had many nightmares lately!" Reg didn't think this was good news.
She opened the prophecy crystal ball, but it was completely dark, offering no revelation whatsoever.
“Winter…” Rig focused intently as she tried to activate the crystal ball.
The previous divination remains unchanged: the city of Orvik will be reduced to ruins, and kings will clash!
"Phew... How could this happen?" Rig was annoyed; the Blood Crown Poem he received was still just text!
Which king? Elsie is so young, and she's still in Locke City, how could she possibly be a king?
The Goblin King is a slight possibility!
"Huh?" Rig suddenly noticed the anomaly in the crystal ball; the divination results in different positions seemed to have changed.
"Is it possible that it's not a standoff, but rather an encounter?"
"Ugh, what a hassle!"
"Why dump so much trouble on a little, weak witch like me?"
Rig was humming a song when he picked up his small bowl and decided to cook another pot of mushroom soup. However, the crystal ball accidentally rolled off the table.
Its material was unknown, yet it was completely flawless, and something was brewing within the murky crystal ball.
Sudden!
A blue eye opened in the murky light, accompanied by a fleeting glimpse of eerie text...
When you gaze upon the king…
The king is gazing at you!
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