"Who knows where those monsters emerge?"

"Maybe it's the magic of the emperor. Dig a pit, bury some soil, and a few of them, two, three, four, and five, and monsters will be born from the soil."

People who are drunk in the North Wind Tavern laughed and said, but only a few people who can maintain this optimistic mood. Most of the people gathered here are merchant ship owners and seafarers who are looking forward to the hope that the frozen sea can thaw. As long as the sea surface melts a little, they will raise their sails and take off their oars and sail far away.

Two weeks have passed since the day the emperor woke up. The first tip received by Soft Maple City was provided by a group of Hayonis paladins who retreated from the mountain. When the mayor ordered the city gate to be closed, the emperor had already broken out with a foul smell. At first, although people were in panic and many rich people wanted to escape with their wealth, but in fact the emperor did not take any action.

But since a week ago, all kinds of monsters began to emerge from the mountain, constantly attacking Soft Maple City. Not only that, I don’t know what kind of magic the emperor used, but in a few hours, I frozen the sea surface within the Prominent Cape. You must know that even in the cold winter, the sea water will not freeze so easily.

In this way, the people trapped in the city were worried. The poor were worried about where to look for winter clothes and firewood; the rich were worried about whether they could save their accumulated wealth. Everyone was worried about whether they could save their lives this time. Even the guards, which had the responsibility to guard the city, had made trouble several times. Thanks to the mercenaries hired by the mayor and the paladins who had retreated down the mountain, they stationed in the guards' barracks to suppress the enemy, which did not cause the roar to cause war.

The only good news at the moment is that for tavern owners like Lao Bobby, they no longer have to listen to the complaints of "why the beer is sour" and "why the spirits are not sour". It is cold and it is good to have a sip of wine to drink. Not only are people who can still come to the tavern, but they don't care about what they are drinking.

"You have to tell me the truth. Can you let my family leave the city tonight? It's easy to discuss the price."

The person who spoke was dressed no differently from the ordinary drinker. However, he looked a little rich, not like a businessman who played with a knife or often traveled far away. Moreover, although his hands were fiddling with a horn cup, he did not drink a sip of honey wine that looked "black".

"Give me a jellyfish?" Weather, who was sitting opposite him, asked with a smile: "I remember this bite, and eating something helps to think about it." After that, he asked Old Poby whether the North Wind Tavern would provide this dish. It turned out to be obvious that he only got a bowl of soup stewed with several vegetables and meats, and the boss's idiot-like eyes.

"Whither, listen," the mayor who ran out to meet a thief after disguisingly, lowered his voice and threatened: "Although Soft Maple City can't be saved, I haven't stepped down yet. I still have more than one army to call. You will never hope that I will send them to invite you back. By then, we will not be so easy to talk to."

He ignored the mayor's threat. Weather didn't even have a spoon. He held the bowl directly and ate it and wiped a bowl of thick soup. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then looked at the mayor himself with the look that Old Poppy looked at him just now, "Are you a fool? There must be roads to leave the city. We sent some people out of the city a few days ago. But what's the result? My brother in the Steel Fork Camp told me that among the monsters attacking Soft Maple City, some monsters were wearing the clothes of those who left the city."

The Steel Fork Camp is the name of the guards of Soft Maple City. The reason why the mayor used to pay for mercenaries out of his own pocket was that the guards of Soft Maple City had already mixed in with all kinds of monsters and monsters, and the successive mayors were very worried about their loyalty. Therefore, when Weather said that he had obtained information from the Steel Fork Camp, the mayor did not find it strange at all.

"I'm different from those rich guys," the mayor lowered his voice, leaned forward, and leaned closer to Weather and said, "I still have some money to pay to the mercenaries. If... you want to, you can also go with us and compete for the thief's seat in another city. Let's tell you the truth, Soft Maple City has no more food in stock now. Moreover, I asked for help from nearby cities and dwarfs, and the replies I received were to let us hold on for at least ten days."

After hearing this, Wither's only one-eye left, couldn't help but squint. This was his habit when he was thinking seriously. He originally thought that the fat mayor was a coward, so he was about to abandon the city and run away as soon as he started fighting. But when he heard about the background of Soft Maple City, Wither was a little scared.

Stick to the city for ten days, according to the current intensity of the monsters' siege, it may be possible. However, at least the warriors must be able to fill their stomachs. Moreover, even if they tighten their belly and sacrifice their lives to guard the Soft Maple City for ten days. What if the nearby city or dwarfs don't send troops? Or, the troops they sent are not enough and they cannot lift the monster's siege?

After all, the imperial base camp is now next to Soft Maple City, and this city is the first to be the most tragic place in the battle. In the early years, Weather had seen the land that was most severely damaged in the ancient war - no grass was even good. Thousands of years have passed, and some places still have chaotic magical powers gathered. As long as ordinary people step in, they are destined to die without life.

"Listen, boy," the mayor continued to induce, "I know you have a sum of money in your hand, the salary paid to you by the powerful Mr. Ques. But when there is no grain in this city, where can you spend this money? Also, have you met Mr. Ques in recent days? How do you know, has he slipped away quietly?"

The mayor's words were quite convincing. In fact, he decided to leave Soft Maple City, partly because he had never seen Ques recently. The previous "Architecture Official Residence" and "Paper Tower Guard Battle" allowed him to see Ques's powerful strength. With so many advanced weapons, if the capable subordinates escaped, they would definitely have no confidence in defeating the emperor here. He, an ordinary mayor, has no need to stay here.
Chapter completed!