Chapter 855 Section 86 Hidden Suicide Note

Chapter 855 Section 86. Hidden suicide note

Martin, who followed behind, placed apple pies in front of everyone, and then used this place as a restaurant, found an empty seat and sat in, taking one portion after another for himself.

The apple pies in front of Martin were piled up like a mountain, and no one paid attention to him.

Either they were listening to Annan saying, "My requirement is that we can kill a large number of ratmen, but there should be no casualties," or they were tasting apple pies.

Apples will have a slightly sour fermentation after being cooked, and paired with sweet jam, even elves would not mind eating a few bites.

"I can't do it." Olmedo shook his head at Annan's harsh request, "Just like I never asked you to make a lot of money without being envied."

Magic muskets can't kill ratmen at this height, and rangers are more useful than musketeers, although they can be killed by throwing something down; magic cannons and mountain copper cannons are very suitable for decorating Free City, and the blacksmith shop is very busy, and the output is still only that.

Orthodox war fortresses are equipped with mages and mage towers, but forbidden magic still exists in this mountain range. The floating city is not affected, which does not mean that they are not affected. For example, Annan has exhausted the magic vortex, and only those magic potions are left.

"How about we use the floating city to smash them to death?"

Martin, who was chewing food residue all over his face, raised his head and said vaguely.

"Wow, ah ah ah ah ah——"

Martin was thrown out of the window by the levitation spell.

Maid Abby came over calmly to clean Martin's table.

Retreat?

The war in Liberty City has ended, and the war in the Northern Great Wall is still going on.

But let's not talk about the heavy price everyone paid, and the question of whether they are willing or not. At this time, countless eyes are staring at the Gray Mountain Range and them, some are watching the show, and some are looking forward to it. Liberty City is on fire. If they run away in disgrace with a lot of thunder and little rain, they will be ridiculed.

"Isn't this good? Let the outsiders know that we are only here to pick up the warriors abandoned by the Or Empire. We love the people like our own children."

"Too good. The common people have never seen such a good noble. Maybe it will backfire and they will think you are hypocritical."

"But there is no good idea..."

Even the Skeleton King Leonefa did not raise any opinions. Annan gave up using Free City to give the rats a big surprise, but sooner or later... sooner or later he will fill the periphery of Free City with magic cannons, mountain copper cannons, and even "floating city cannons" with larger calibers in the future.

Annan suddenly had an idea: "Isn't the main force of the rats at the Great Wall in the north? Then how about we go around the mountains and pretend that we are doing something? Maybe we can find a surviving force?"

The Or Empire doesn't want to be a good person, so they will do it.

The more friends, the more money.

The discussion ended temporarily, and the eldest sister and Olmedo followed Evelyn and Aloma to discuss the matter of the magic stone.

When Annan came out of the meeting hall, Free City was very close to Hell Mountain.

From a distance, the bare top of Hell Mountain still had traces of the battle, soaked in blood and turned red. From a distance, it looked like a pencil with a red lead.

Thinking of Ymir's whereabouts, Annan's mood sank.

Ymir was a good friend of the Elf Mentor, and she asked her to help her. If Ymir really died... I don't know how to face the Elf Mentor...

As they approached Hell Mountain, the City Lord's Mansion issued an order: The Hellfire Corps suffered heavy casualties and was temporarily responsible for the security of Free City.

Luo Xi, who had just heard about this, was indignant: "Why is this! Let the Hellfire serve as the guards, then what do our Guards Corps do? Go to the front line!"

After saying that, he was stunned.

It seems that it is not impossible...

The result is that the Hellfire Corps does the work of the guards, and the guards still do the work of the guards.

The reason is very simple: the Guards Corps has only a thousand people, and it is not enough to throw them down to fill the teeth of the ratmen.

The floating city floated to the top of Hell Mountain with a large moving shadow.

After they broke through, there were only a few sparse rats wandering on the top of the mountain.

Olmedo climbed up Hell Mountain himself and walked into the basement on the battlefield scattered with armor fragments.

Nothing unexpected happened, Ymir was not here.

"Where is Annan?"

Dina, who was following beside him, said: "He seems to have gone to the Devil's Notary Office."

"Let's look for him, what if Ymir left any information..." Olmedo didn't have much hope, but still sighed and said.

The crowd dispersed, and Olmedo asked the Skeleton King who followed him: "Sir Leonefa, have you found the souls of the warriors?"

"We came too late, their souls have gone to the River of the Dead." The Skeleton King whispered.

The battlefield of killing is easy to give birth to the dead, but the battlefield of the ratmen has always been clean... They have always been like this.

Without flesh and blood as a medium, the ban on magic also restricts their birth. Thousands of people who died in Hell Mountain did not have a heroic spirit.

"Lord Olmedo, we found this!"

The shout of surprise woke Olmedo up from his sorrow, and a guard ran over with a stack of suicide notes.

"Where did you find it?"

The guard pointed to a pile of ordinary stones in the corner: "Under this pile of stones."

After they broke through, the ratmen left everything in the basement, even the wooden boxes were dismantled, only the stones were ignored.

"Keep looking, see if you can find anything else."

Olmedo flipped through the blood-stained suicide notes and confirmed that they were the warriors' things.

It seems that Ymir hid them at the last moment...

Finally, after confirming that there was nothing in the basement, Olmedo returned to Liberty City, handed the suicide note to Idyllia, and then went to the Elf Embassy.

She had some thoughts: she brought the Elf Mission with her on this rescue trip.

Demonstrating the strength of Liberty City is one aspect, and if there is a war, these Elf Missions led by epic mages can also help.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ymir may have been killed..."

Olmedo said to the envoys with deep apologies.

In order to make them sure, she also took the envoys back to Hell Mountain and asked the elves to cast spells.

As the magic power dissipated, the elven wizard in a milky white robe shook his head: "Ymir has returned to the embrace of the World Tree..."

The tragic situation in Liberty City made the arrogant elves unable to blame them, and they could only vent their anger on the ratmen: the Elf King's Court asked them to inspect Liberty City, but did not prohibit them from participating in the war.

The elven mages bombarded the rat tide at the foot of the mountain, and then returned to Liberty City before the ratmen climbed up.

When Olmedo returned to the city lord's mansion, Annan and Idiliya were thinking in front of the map.

Seeing her come back, Annan pointed to a stronghold not far from Hell Mountain: "Broken Tooth went here."

"The Gray Mountain Range is full of ratmen, and the other coalition forces are likely to have fallen. We can directly try our luck with the coalition forces at the edge." Olmedo said.

Annan shook his head: "What if there are survivors?"

More than fifty coalition forces are a lot, but it won't take long to find them one by one at the speed of the floating city.