Chapter 162: Westland

The castle in the west was built on the mountain pass. A thick and towering city wall stood on the mountain pass. The howling wind unwillingly twisted into a whirlpool at the foot of the wall.
Lily stood on the head of the city and raised her hair randomly. The little fairy Liga grabbed a strand of her hair and played a game of flying a kite. Little Bear hid behind her, trying to shrink into a group.
There is also an endless grassland on the other side of the city wall. People in the North call it the Scarlet Plain, where the demons suddenly appeared back then. Entrapped countless slaves, rushed along this mountain pass.
The war broke out at the weakest moment of the Northerners.
No one wants to mention that period of time, because the Northland has suffered too much. Judging from the exchange ratio of the war, the Northland does not seem to suffer, but the population is the most fatal flaw in the Northland.
After defending its position, although the North has maintained a small-scale offensive posture, this cannot change the entire war situation. The demons swarmed in, then swarmed back, always taking the initiative. The clearance of the Northlanders was only a kind of retaliation during the inter-war period.
Set a few strongholds, ambush several patrolling teams, creating an empty no man's land. But what can be changed? When the demon army rushed forward, the Northerners had to shrink back behind the city wall.
The two sides have faced each other like this for a long time, and no one can help each other.
The swarms of insects at the foot passed through the gate one after another, endlessly. The front team has entered the grassland, like a drop of water falling into the water, rippling small ripples around, and disappearing quickly.
The insect swarm will be led by several insect kings, and will continue to advance, explore, and feed back around.
The swarms of insects gradually disappeared, and a faint smell of blood came with the wind.
The Scarlet Plain-is both the curse of the Northerners and the pledge of the Northerners. The people of the North will eventually soak this land with the blood of the enemy.
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Bran has received the news from Lily, all the news-the war has begun. He believes that victory will belong to the North, and he is really not interested in this war without suspense. With Lily's current strength, it is difficult for him to feel worried.
Compared with war, he cares more-what is there? Is there a way to other continents there?
And he now has a more headache to solve, and the goblin whispers a message to him.
Lily's goblin partner had a name, which seemed to stimulate a whisper. She also named her two children-Lando and Lanjia. And asked Bran to be with him at all times and discipline them strictly.
Looking at the name, is this a contending mind?
This made Bran a bit of a headache. The little goblin who followed him has been spoiled and increasingly stubborn. I am afraid it is not easy to control it now.
He whispered back the news, and at the same time said some current thoughts, hoping that the goblin could help him manage the city. The old tree around him dreams of traveling around the world every day, and will not wake up for a while, so he also hopes that Whisper can provide a new seedling.
A real seedling, the kind that wants to run in one hundred and eighty years, but can't run...
After the news went back, Bran returned to his city again.
The people of Sandstone City paid the price for their nonsense. Although Bran didn't bother to pay attention to this group of people, it didn't mean that others would let them go. These guys who were idle chewing their tongues were doing hard labor. For this kind of contribution to the city, Bran also expressed support after learning about it.
The unobstructed road makes everything gradually become orderly. Efficiency is gradually improving, all kinds of garbage and debris are quickly thrown out of the city, and the city is gradually becoming cleaner.
Driven by Bran, the city's rules began to be re-established. From the transportation during the trip, to the planning of the construction site and the stacking of objects, everything is gradually on the right track.
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Bran was busy building, but Lily was busy destroying. She was standing in a pool of blood at this time, watching the swarm of insects clearing the battlefield.
She sits behind the swarm of insects, always watching their movements. Through the swarm of insects, she observed the changes in the grassland. Where there are obstacles, where is a strong enemy, and then react according to the situation.
At present, there is no strong opponent. The main force of the Demon Race has retreated. What remains here are the vassals of the Demon Race, a group of low-powered waste.
But nothing, this is a good group of training targets, just to solve the food problem of the insects, and restore the fatigue along the way.
And she believes that the news here will soon reach the ears of the demon race, and the real battle will come soon.