Forces at the City Gates

After the princess's speech, the mages merely stared at the stage in silence. The "big baboons" beside them also sensed the wrong atmosphere and gradually stopped cheering! The square quickly fell silent. The warriors glared at the mages, and the mages glared at the princess on the stage. The scene was extremely awkward for a moment...

Seemingly completely unprepared for this situation, the princess, who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, was, after all, just a pampered young girl. Giving a speech under the pressure of a crisis was already a struggle. Now, faced with the most awkward silence, the young princess's delicate neck began to show glistening beads of sweat that flowed down her beautiful curves into her armor. Although the princess tried to maintain her composure, even the warriors, whose minds were filled only with muscle, could tell that their princess had panicked!

"Sigh~" After ten seconds of stiff atmosphere, Mainesi finally broke the deadlock. He walked to the front of the stage and stood shoulder to shoulder with the princess. His cold gaze, like a steel blade, slowly swept across all the professionals in the audience. Everyone present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. However, except for a few professionals whose strength was too low and were already sweating profusely and trembling, even the mages, despite their discomfort, forced themselves to endure. Almost no one retreated.

Mainesi knew that without offering these mages some benefits, he couldn't expect them to help fight. His own strength might be great, but the enemy also had professionals of comparable strength. He could tie down the enemy professionals, but he couldn't possibly defend this Konola City with its insufficient defenders by himself. These mages were the key to holding the city! Mainesi might have many magical means, but he was not a Legendary Mage and couldn't use the "Mind Alteration" spell. He couldn't force professionals to risk their lives for him. Even if he used force to coerce them, once he was tied down by the enemy's Formal Level professionals on the battlefield, the coerced warriors would definitely choose to defect on the spot. Other than paying a reward to establish an employer-employee relationship, our Formal Mage had no other path.

Now, Mainesi felt he finally understood why those mages with some status would form their own Alchemy legions. A group of absolutely loyal subordinates might not be able to help him defeat a powerful enemy, but they could protect his property and home!

Now, Mainesi, lacking a loyal army, had to show sincerity to hire these low-level professionals whom he usually wouldn't even glance at. It was precisely because these low-level professionals understood this that they dared to challenge a Formal Level Mage like Mainesi!

Despite his many internal thoughts, Mainesi maintained a cold expression on his face!

"Any warrior who kills fifty enemy professionals, after being personally identified by my Divination Spell, can come to me to receive three portions of Journeyman Level spell knowledge that I know, and one portion of Formal Level spell knowledge. Furthermore... they can also ask me, Formal Mage - Mainesi, one question!" Mainesi said in a low voice, stating his offer!

"Hiss~"! Many mages in the audience, including Punk, couldn't help but gasp in shock!

Hearing Mainesi's generous offer, Punk knew that this deal was made. Even though he knew it was dangerous, such a huge temptation of profit made even Punk, who possessed a heritage, feel tempted. Not to mention those traveling mages who were desperate to learn spells. After all, they didn't necessarily have to win the war; they just needed to kill some professionals. Moreover, on a chaotic battlefield, even if the situation was dire and the war was lost, escaping, defecting, or playing dead were all viable options!

As expected, after a moment of thought, the mages put on smiling faces and performed a mage's salute to the princess on the stage, calmly expressing their "loyalty" to the kingdom.

"Warriors and other professionals will also receive a unique royal secret technique," said a Knight standing behind the princess, not forgetting the other professionals. Although spellcasters were the main force for large-scale AOE, the strength of Combatants was also indispensable!

"Prince William's brutal army is expected to arrive at the city walls tomorrow at dawn. Let us unite to protect our home. Konola City will never fall!" The princess stepped forward again, trying to boost morale. However, her young, trembling voice lacked much persuasion. As a result, only the Combatants and a few mages responded to the princess's encouragement, and a large portion of them were just putting on a show for Mainesi's sake.

After performing a standard, impeccably standard mage's salute, Punk looked up. He gave Mainesi, the mage who had retreated behind the princess again, a meaningful glance, smiled faintly, and turned to walk towards his laboratory!

"As a Formal Mage who values profit, to go this far for an incompetent princess, if Mainesi isn't some rare oddity, then his relationship with the princess is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface," Punk stroked his smooth chin and walked into the shadows of the alley. "What surprises and gains will this war bring me? It's truly exciting!"

War has arrived! Unexpected, yet within expectations.

As "Mira" rose, the first ray of dawn shone as usual on the mottled, ancient city walls of Konola City. But today – the day after the Verdant Festival, along with Mira's dazzling light, a long ribbon composed of countless bright silver armors reflecting sunlight also appeared. On the other end of the horizon, the bright silver army advanced towards Konola City with a slow and steady pace. The silver tide, like a rolling torrent, was unstoppable. The swords and sabers gleamed with a chilling cold light, directly piercing the hearts of every soldier in Konola City from the distant wilderness, as if the mere glint of steel was enough to sever and tear apart the hearts of the warriors!

Punk leaned against a parapet. Beside him was a group of solemn ordinary soldiers. To prevent targeted sniping by enemy Formal Level powerhouses, all professionals were scattered on the city walls, mixed among the ordinary soldiers. When the battle began, Mainesi would be responsible for tying down the enemy's Formal Level powerhouses, while the professionals' task would be to prevent the enemy from capturing the city walls.

Konola City had long lost its usual hustle and bustle. All the poor people had closed their doors and hidden in their homes. Just yesterday, everyone was joyfully celebrating the Verdant Festival, which symbolized happiness. But today, for many, the war that only existed in the mouths of bards had suddenly arrived. Even Punk felt a sense of absurdity. He imagined that ordinary people must find it even harder to accept.

But no matter how difficult it was to accept, they had to accept it. As the weak, they had no choice!

"Therefore, I must become a strong person, and this war is a very good opportunity for training!" Punk stared coldly at the Kamos army that had already approached Konola City, gripping his staff tightly in his right hand!

Prince William's army, like a silver river, had gradually surrounded Konola City. They had at least three hundred thousand elite troops, while Konola City had less than a hundred thousand ordinary city defense forces. The William army, approaching the city walls, was neatly arranged. The polished steel armor wrapped the soldiers like airtight iron barrels. The powerful and uniform footsteps sounded like resonant war drums, making the earth tremble slightly with every step, as if every step was stepping on the hearts of the defending soldiers. A majestic killing aura rushed towards them, as if the mere momentum of the surging waves was enough to destroy this decadent and dilapidated city!

With a disdainful glance at the trembling city defense forces beside him, Punk once again turned his gaze to the invincible army that seemed destined to trample the entire city underfoot. The azure magic light suddenly illuminated Punk's pupils.

"This is truly... exciting!"

The war begins, where are the votes? If there are collections, the flag will fly high.

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