madnovel Chapter 102: Small Shares
Chapter 102: Small Shares
It is located in a depression about five or six miles outside Fengshou Town.
A squad of goblin wolf riders were hiding inside.
Leading the group was a goblin hero, who lay prone on the ground, his belly pressed against the sun-baked rubble, his throat dry as if he had swallowed sand, but his eyes were fixed on the bluish-gray city wall in the canyon.
There was a human lying next to him. If Ron were here, he would definitely recognize him as an old acquaintance.
Devon de Gea.
The eldest son of De Gea.
After being placed under house arrest by Novia, he escaped during a troop rotation and headed north to join the Flying Dragon Tribe.
He is no longer the eldest son of the De Gea family; he is a stray dog.
Devon looked at the arrow tower in front of him. No matter how many times he saw it, every time he came, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.
"Lord Prude, let me tell you the truth! If you don't take back the Earth Dragon Canyon as soon as possible, after a while, you will almost certainly not be able to take it back, and you will not even be able to cross the Earth Dragon Canyon in the future."
Goblin hero Prut glanced sideways at Devon, cursing inwardly, "Do you think I'm stupid? With the goblins' siege capabilities, how many tribes would it take to breach a wall like this?"
But he had to take Devon's last sentence seriously.
As human territory expands, the goblin race's range of activity is shrinking. If they don't take action soon, they will have no way to survive in the Blackthorn Wasteland.
Prut said mercilessly, "Shut up. I'm going back to report to the chieftain. I don't need you, you scum of humanity, to tell me what to do."
After hearing what he said, Devon's face turned pale and then red.
Blackthorn Wasteland is the last sanctuary for the alien races of the continent.
All humans believe that Blackthorn Wasteland is barren, but in reality, only the outermost area is barren; the other areas are much better. The key reason for its barrenness is that these areas are mainly inhabited by goblins.
Over the years, goblins have gradually evolved from clan culture to tribal culture, but they still cannot change their life of plundering and banditry. They don't even know how to use plants like earth rock potatoes and are still in a slash-and-burn state. The Earth Dragon Tribe should be the tribe with the best agricultural development.
Unfortunately, that's now history.
Prut came from the Flying Dragon Tribe. His purpose in coming here was to take advantage of the decline of the Earth Dragon Tribe and seize the treasure land of Earth Dragon Canyon. Now it seems that will be difficult.
"Let's go, let's continue south."
Prude exited the depression and slowly retreated, when suddenly he sensed a bright light.
Subconsciously looking up, Prut saw the faint light coming from the city wall, shining on them. This made Prut's heart tighten, and he quickened his pace to leave.
Prudential hurriedly asked, "What is that?"
Devon was terrified as he watched the two flashing lights on the watchtower. He had no idea what they were.
"I don't know! I've never heard of it either."
"Never mind that for now, retreat and head south to scout."
After thinking for a moment, Prude mounted his dire wolf and headed toward Ashwood Territory.
On the arrow tower, two high-powered observation telescopes were mounted.
"It's confirmed to be goblin wolf riders, numbering twenty, heading towards the main city."
The soldier responsible for monitoring with binoculars immediately reported to Hilden, who was standing nearby.
After the arrow tower was completed, Ron set up two observation telescopes at the two best vantage points on the tower. Both were 40x magnification. Combined with the height of the arrow tower, they could easily see targets several kilometers away, with an effect that was no less than that of a mage using Eagle Eye.
Because of the 24-hour shift monitoring, the sentry saw Prude as soon as he appeared and immediately reported it to Hilden.
After thinking for a moment, Hilden said, "Have someone light a signal fire to warn the lord."
Although there are only twenty riders, and they are probably just conducting reconnaissance, we still need to be cautious.
The smoke signal rose from the direction of Fengshou Town.
The city guards on duty at the watchtower on the north wall were the first to see the straight column of smoke. After a moment of surprise, they yanked the alarm bell.
Before the bells had even finished ringing, Fanta had already strode up the city wall and snatched the telescope from the lookout's hand.
Through the 20x magnification lens, the beacon tower atop the arrow tower in Fengshou Town was belching out thick smoke, the column of smoke drawing a slanted black line in the wind.
The wind blows from the northwest, and the smoke drifts to the southeast.
Because of the great distance, without binoculars, the distant smoke signal looks almost like a black line.
"A smoke signal indicates a small enemy force in the direction of Harvest Town." Fanta shoved the binoculars back into the lookout's arms. "Sound the second alarm. Get the north and west walls in position. Close the outer gate of the barbican." He turned and ran down the city wall, then turned back and pointed at the lookout after a few steps. "Keep watching. See if they add or remove any more smoke columns. If there are three smoke columns, sound the first alarm immediately."
Fanta found Ron in the courtyard of the underground dwelling.
He was squatting by the courtyard, eating a roasted sweet potato.
Ron was so greedy that he planted a few plants in the courtyard and forced them to ripen from time to time. Now they have become a small snack for him.
The sweet potato skin is charred black, but when you break it open, the golden flesh inside is steaming hot.
Ron was already standing when he heard the alarm bell, still clutching the sweet potato in his hand. Seeing Fanta stride in, he asked, "What's going on?"
"A wisp of smoke indicates a small reconnaissance unit; I've already had someone keep an eye on them."
Ron placed the sweet potato on the stone table and wiped his hands with a damp towel.
"Strengthen vigilance. If it's just a small force, see if we can take them down. Maybe we can find out something from them." Ron tossed the towel back into the wooden tub. "I'm going to the castle. Get it built as soon as possible."
"Yes." Fanta turned and left.
Ron broke the remaining half of the sweet potato on the stone table in half, stuffed it into his mouth, and then went out towards the castle district.
Now that the hill is almost finished being transformed, once the castle is built, it will become a fortress outside the main city. Combined with the five-kilometer-long city wall, it can extend the enemy's offensive line, making it impossible for the situation of 10,000 goblins besieging the main city to repeat itself.
Once the castle district is built, the city wall can be constructed to the south, using the castle district as a right angle.
In this way, the existence of Xicheng District becomes truly meaningful.
Ron was fantasizing that he might be able to build the main city into a multi-layered ring wall, nested like concentric circles, so that even if the outer city was breached, there would still be an inner city and a core castle.
Prut was moving very fast. When he saw Ashwood Territory, he stared blankly at the city and the five-kilometer-long wall that stretched out before him.
This was such a large city; he had never seen such a massive city in his memory.
Even the beastmen and elves in the central wasteland don't have a city this big!
"Humans are terrifying."
Prude glanced at it and had no intention of continuing the investigation.
Prut turned the wolf around and lashed it hard with the whip.
"Go! Go back and tell the chieftain that if we don't take action soon, this place will become a goblin graveyard."