Chapter 560: Rain of Fire in Talbot Town
The mayor saw that he had become the focus of everyone's attention in the basement, and he couldn't help but sigh and speak.
"How should I do it? How can I know what to do? You all look up to me and call me mayor, but compared with those hateful but powerful orcs, this old and frail mayor is nothing!"
Everyone was silent. Yes, the mayor was just an official appointed by the empire. When the town guards were still there and Talbot Town was still under the name of the empire, the mayor was of course the highest status in the town. But now, it doesn't matter whether the mayor is the mayor or not, but everyone still needs a backbone, so they invited this old man to participate in the meeting.
As early as two months ago, Talbot Town had been occupied by orcs who came out of nowhere. It stands to reason that Talbot Town is one of the main transit points for adventurers from the Canaan Empire to the Warcraft Mountains. Not only is the guard assigned by the empire strong, but many adventurer teams in the town are also not mediocre; even if there is a beast disaster outside the Warcraft Mountains, it can be resisted.
But who would have thought that those orcs are more terrifying than beast disasters. One by one, the orcs, who looked like the orcs in the legend but had green skin, broke through the town of Talbot with an extremely tyrannical attitude and quickly suppressed the human resistance.
The people who were holding a meeting in the basement were all the well-known figures in Talbot Town. They were either the leaders of the adventurer team or the presidents of a branch of a certain chamber of commerce. Of course, there was also the original mayor.
Seeing that everyone bowed their heads and kept silent after the mayor's words, the young man who started the conversation couldn't help it.
"Mayor, you are a little too pessimistic. After all, you are also the mayor appointed by the empire. The empire has been founded for hundreds of years and has never surrendered even when facing the other two empires. These barbaric orcs will definitely not be the opponent of the empire."
As he spoke, the young man became excited and his voice became louder and louder.
"I believe that the Empire's army will definitely recover the town of Tabot and all the lands seized by the orcs. What we need to do is to accumulate strength, set a charter and be prepared, and when the Empire's army arrives, we will kill all those barbaric orcs!"
When the young man said these words, the people in the basement had different expressions. Almost no one responded to the young man's words immediately. In this basement, except for the young man who was speaking, the others were not young and not as naive as him.
The mayor was very disdainful of the young man's words, but he still responded on the surface.
"President Mostin said it well, the glory of the empire cannot be blocked by barbaric orcs, and the empire will eventually win the war." In addition to these two clichés, the mayor did not say a word about the young man's statement of setting a charter to accumulate strength.
But even so, some people directly expressed their attitudes.
"Haha, accumulating strength? The combined strength of the entire Tabot Town couldn't hold out for half a day under the hands of those orcs. With just these remnants of our defeated army, do you think we can kill the orcs and recover Tabot Town?"
"Although I don't know why those orcs didn't kill us humans, and just stationed troops here after occupying the town, but if you really want to resist, you can only seek death. I'm sorry for your suicidal behavior!"
A man with a sarcastic face expressed his disdain for the young man's statement without any concealment, and his straightforward words made the mayor a little embarrassed.
After speaking, without waiting for the young man to fight back in anger, the man opened the secret door of the basement and walked out.
Looking at the man's back, the young man whom the mayor called President Mostin shouted angrily: "Isruel, you traitor to the empire! Coward! If you have the guts, don't come back! Never participate in our secret meeting again!"
As soon as the voice fell, Mostin was surprised to find that the secret door that had just been closed was opened again, and Israel came back.
"Humph, are you scared? Apologize to me and the mayor for your irresponsible words." Before he finished speaking, Mostin found that the atmosphere was a little wrong. Looking closely, why is Israel's face so distorted and fearful?
Isruel opened his mouth, but no sound came out. But soon, everyone knew why he was so scared.
The secret door in the basement was smashed to pieces with a bang. Then the entire ceiling-that is, the floor of the wooden house above was lifted up. The sunlight outside poured into the big pit that had just been lifted up, shining on everyone's face.
Everyone shuddered, as if they were rats in a hole dug up and caught. Looking up, everyone's face turned pale like Israel's.
Dozens of ferocious heads were looking down around the big pit that the basement had turned into. The pale green skin and the protruding long teeth on the mouth all brought deep fear to the people below.
"Orcs, orcs!"
A tall figure separated the orc warriors surrounding the big pit and looked down at the people in the basement.
This figure was different from other orcs, and his skin was not green. From the appearance, it seemed to be a minotaur. However, the knowledgeable mayor knew that this minotaur looked different from the minotaur described in the classics.
"Kai, Lord Kane." After all, he was once the mayor of Talbot Town. The old man first fixed his mind and humbly saluted the minotaur.
The minotaur looked at the mayor who bowed his head for a long time and sighed.
"Why don't you want to obey the rule of the great orcs?" The minotaur seemed to be asking everyone in the basement, and seemed to be talking to himself.
The young Mostin finally couldn't bear the solemn atmosphere, and roared loudly with his neck stiff.
"You barbaric and vulgar orcs! My Canaan Empire has bowed to other countries for more than 300 years since its founding. It is simply a delusion for foreign races to want to rule humans! Wait, one day the empire's army will crush you to pieces!"
Mostin seemed to have a death wish in mind. After roaring these words, he closed his eyes tightly and waited for death to come.
However, in his heart, he himself did not quite believe what he said. After two months of anxious waiting, he did not wait for the empire's army, but waited for the orcs to post notices on the bulletin board in the center of the town, saying that they had occupied a certain place. Although Mostin looked passionate, he was actually desperate and broke the jar.
The mayor smiled bitterly, and after calling the minotaur Lord Kane, he stopped talking. He knew that if they gathered secretly, they would never be able to get along. In this case, there was no need to pretend.
Opening his mouth, the gray-haired mayor suddenly straightened his back and raised his head, wanting to support Mostin. However, when he looked up and saw the scene in the sky, he quickly widened his eyes and forgot what he was going to say.
The minotaur seemed to have sensed something, and also raised his head to look up at the sky. At this time, the clouds above the town of Talbot had turned red, and tongues of fire kept spewing out of them, as if there was a fire dragon rolling in it.
A fireball flew down from the red cloud and attacked the town of Talbot. Following this fireball, a large number of identical fireballs fell from the red cloud one after another.
"Magic. This is advanced magic! The Empire's magicians are here!" The old mayor's voice was even louder than the young Mostin, unable to hide his excitement.
The minotaur on the pit frowned and stomped his right hoof on the ground. "Boom!" The surrounding land trembled rapidly, and the four walls of the basement collapsed immediately, and countless earth and rocks buried those humans with great force.
But everyone saw the fire cloud over the town of Tabot at the moment they were buried. The mayor, Mostin, and even the cowardly Yisrull were all at peace at this moment.
"Finally, is the Empire finally going to reclaim the land occupied by the orcs?"
A war trample solved the problem of everyone in the basement, and the minotaur straightened his neck and roared loudly--
"Get ready for battle!"