Chapter 287: Akam (Part 1)

"You really will earn."
Guk ridiculed this, and then stopped this topic. He didn't intend to interfere in the triangle trade of dye-tooth-slave. He has to pay too much attention now. He has no time to manage such trivial matters.
The new round of war has entered the fast lane, most of the heavy weapons have been transported to the other side of the Howling Mountains, and even the green fortress of Mogdzhogen has been moved over, and now only the last batch of ammunition can be transported When he is finished, he can once again conquer his own path.
Of course, the premise is that he has to figure out the way.
For this problem, he gave it to the drag racing gangs and the Hawks Lady Corps, and they will open up an Arkham golden avenue for Guk in the shortest time.
The intelligence from Hannibal has also been continuously gathered around him. The humans of Arkham seem to have felt that they are deploying troops and urgently recruiting the militia scattered in the countryside, but these are not even problems in Guck’s eyes. In the past, he never envisaged a raid, this war was a frontal breakthrough from the beginning.
His tactics are very simple, several legions go hand in hand, and when they arrive at Arkham, they are scattered and besieged from all directions. In one fell swoop, this industrial town is wiped out, and all the defenders of humanity are wiped out.
This idea was unanimously agreed by the warlords, and everyone's idle bones tickled during this time.
Guk has been planning for a long time. Some people are planning in a garden house in Arkham, but more of it is sad.
Harden Freeman, president of the Arkham Wizards’ Guild, stood by the window sill, looking at the countless towering chimneys and towers in the distance and secretly sighing.
The New California Republic is arguably the most forgiving country for wizards, but on the other hand, it also strictly restricts the religious tribes. Most of the wizards here do not like to be close to those of the mysterious school, they are more like Freelancers in the New California Republic can see wizards in many fields, especially detective agencies and bodyguard companies.
The resulting organization is the Wizards’ Guild. The Wizards’ Guild in each city is independent, but it regularly hosts national guild associations. Like other professional guilds, it exists more to protect the rights of the wizards. For example, legal interpretation and labor management.
As far as the Wizarding Guild itself is concerned, there is no substantive power, and the election of the president is also purely based on the standards of high moral prestige.
Harden Freeman is a wizard of the Three Wizards. His parents come from the ancient wizard family. He was only five years old when he moved here with his parents. He lived in this city for almost sixty years, which also made him Became the most prestigious and influential wizard of Arkham.
"The Keyholder" is what people call him, because it is said that there is an ancient ruin deep in the Arkham underground, which contains a very magical relic, but the key of this ruin is in the hands of Harden Freeman On, never appeared in front of people.
He never made any explanation for the rumor, and when asked, he could only get a polite smile.
But today, he has always been calm and uneasy.
Although he is not a wizard of the Crow School, one of his friends, a reclusive Master of the Crow School, communicated with him in spirit two days ago. The content is very appalling but very real.
Akam will soon fall into flames, the body will fill the streets, this city is about to be destroyed!
More news Harden didn't ask, but he quickly inquired from another source about the source of this destructive power-the former Wendigo church has been destroyed, and its destroyer is the legendary green demon , Ok.
After spending more time, he got quite a lot of useful news-the Oaks had a new leader, a white Oak, it was called Guk.
Guk had once led a large army to attack Aswan, the border fortress of the Benedict Empire, and it now turned its conquest eyes to the other side of the Howling Mountains.
As for the number of Oak, there are many opinions in the academic world, there are 5 million, 20 million, and 50 million, but the Department of Mathematics comes from Harden who synthesized their existing data, as well as the existing layout and action track. After a rough analysis of their population density, they chose a more ridiculous but also more realistic number-100 million, and it is still growing rapidly.
It is not terrible for a country to have a population of 100 million. The theoretical population of Benedict Empire is close to 700 million, but this is only a population. For a country with a population of 100 million, how many soldiers can be mobilized? Ten million? 20 million? thirty million? Maybe not. Human society is a complex structure, not a simple number-plus game.
But the 100 million of Ok, that is the actual 100 million soldiers, their social division of labor is simple and rough, a large number of derivative slaves + a small number of producers + an absolute number of predators.
This is completely a disaster, a natural disaster.
What power in this world can stop them from hitting with all their strength?
Harden Freeman tried to find the answer from the once-forever Aswan Fortress, but unfortunately the information about the two battles was very scarce, and the Empire was not obsessed about it.
"Ah~EbookFREE.me~ how did this terrible creature appear..."
Arkham's clouds are very low today, or its atmosphere has always been like this.
But this evening, they looked extremely heavy, like a tar sea bottom turned upside down and pressed against the city.
They tumbling up and down, constantly expanding, foreshadowing that a terrible rainstorm is coming, and the red glow of the clouds is jumping.
He opened the window, the wind gradually weakened, and with the coming of the rainstorm, everything around him seemed to hold his breath. The spell he put on the mansion could completely block the raging dust on Arkham. outer.
Arkham is a prosperous and chaotic city. The commodities produced here make high profits for the capitalists, but its workers live like hell, and the low hut is their only habitat. Some people can only sleep in the sewers, but they usually risk their lives to work near furnaces, large machinery and chemical pools without any protection.
Many lives are exchanged for only a few dollars, or even a few cents.
Dissatisfaction has been accumulating, crime has become the most common catharsis, the complicated street environment is a hotbed of crime, and the guards are more often complaining that the sewage has dirty their leather boots.
Local gangs fought every day, and fresher corpses appeared on dim street corners every day. The Kaimeng church unselfishly assumed responsibility for handling the corpses. Without them, the plague caused by the accumulated corpses would probably have spread.
But compared to these, inefficient bureaucracy and baffling parliament are more disgusting.
Recognizing this makes Harden feel painful, because the Republic is most proud of its system, but if he denies it, it is either because it is completely stupid, or it is to deceive itself.