My Summons Are Weird

Originally, with the idea of ​​fighting to support the war, the large army also looted enough food to spend the whole autumn near Iris, so Izarebi only brought food for two days this time, thinking about the efficiency of the march. Resupply in situ around the blue water.

But now Izarebi is very irritable. In the two days after entering the blue water territory, the imperial halberd has not seen a mushroom man.

As for food, Lanshui has implemented a very thorough approach to clearing the walls, let alone a grain of rice, even the scouts in the mountains can't find edible mushrooms and wild vegetables. It's hell, and I don't know how they screened the food.

Nowadays, if you want to get food in the wild in Blue Water, you can only hunt.

But Izarebi was not a few people, but four thousand people, and hunting simply could not meet the daily needs of this team.

Not only that, but the wells in Blue Water are at risk of contamination, and after a soldier was poisoned, Izarebi strictly forbade any drinking of stagnant water.

"This is a mushroom, it's a turtle!"

Izarebi, who had figured out the strategic intentions of Blue Water, still did not give up. He set off towards the Blue Water City, which Cyrel had not set foot in for hundreds of years. Ears of wheat hanging on the wall.

This is a provocation, and Blue Water is telling Izarebi and Celer that their forces have no effect on Blue Water.

The scouts of the imperial halberd rode their horses close to the Blue Water City, across the moat, and looked at the city that had rejected Sellier's business, and now rejected Sellier's Seventh Army.

The Bluewater Mushroom Man who noticed the arrival of the Celerians did not attack the scout, but brought out a fragrant fried mushroom and fried rice from nowhere. As soon as the weapons were released, they performed a feast for the scout.

Hanging wheat ears at the top of the city is far less exciting than eating and broadcasting on the walls of the blue water soldiers.

Just watching the Lanshui people eat and drink with a smile, the scouts of the imperial halberds became impatient and could not wait to climb the wall and cut people.

Izarebi was also a little bit defensive when he heard the news.

Although the purpose of the imperial halberd is to inquire into the realities of various ethnic groups in the south, everyone knows that it is for merit.

It is nothing to slaughter some small clans. In their identities, the role of military exploits is already very small, so dealing with Blue Water is the highlight.

Sellier has two thorns in Mostana's eyes.

One is the goblins who always mocked them.

The second is to say that if you reject the Celerians, you will reject it, and carry it through to the end, never wavering blue water.

Because of the geographical location of Blue Water, Celier has never been able to breathe out.

This time, Izarebi led the team to the south of Mostana and entered the territory of Blue Water, and he also had his own plans in his heart.

The first man in the Empire to defeat Bluewater, a title Izarebi wanted, enough to make him famous in the annals of Celere.

But Lanshui didn't give him this chance, not only that, but the strategy of keeping the walls clear also forced him to withdraw his troops in disgrace in order to satisfy his stomach.

When he thought of going back, it would be other people's turn to command the imperial halberd to fight, to gain merit, honor, and political capital... Izarebi's eyes flashed coldly, and he made up his mind.

"I don't believe all races can do it to this extent."

Worrying about Bluewater's pursuit, Izarebi released many scouts along the way to make sure he wouldn't be bitten by his tail.

This kind of worry seems to be unnecessary. The gates of Blue Water City are closed, and there is no intention to open them.

Izarebi, who still had the idea of ​​​​killing a carbine, shook his cloak and spat fiercely.

"It's really a turtle!"

The depressed Izarebi took out the map of Mostana that the Sellers merchants had gradually completed through a large number of transactions. After checking the direction, another round of sweeping began.

The swift imperial halberd quickly felt the difference.

Three or four tribal territories in a row were empty, and there was not even a single residue left in the food utensils.

An ominous premonition came to Izarebi's heart. He gritted his teeth and looked angrily in the direction of Bluewater City.

"You **** mushroom people!"

Such a unified move, Izarebi did not believe it at all to say that no one was in the center of the command.

In the north of Mostana, the races in the central part of the alliance are still intriguing. How can the south have such a power of scheduling and execution?

An enraged Izarebi set a fire on all the deserted Clan strongholds and smashed their idols to pieces.

The long-distance attack was fruitless, and he was held back by the tortoise Blue Water, and he could even imagine the laughter of other nobles in Celer after returning... Izarebi became angrier the more he thought about it, and the hand holding the sword rattled.

However, as the commander-in-chief of the army, he knew very well that he could not act on his own accord. The rations carried by the entire team were no longer sufficient to support daily activities, and the excellent warhorses that the cavalry relied on could not be easily damaged.

After weighing the pros and cons, Izarebi decided to search for another half a day, and if he could not get any results and supplies, he would return immediately.

Considering that the races around Blue Water are easily influenced by the big clan, Izarebi adjusted his direction and headed towards the Moon Shadow Werewolf Territory.

As the sun was about to set, the scouts of the Imperial halberds reported exciting news to Izarebi.

"There are ethnic activities ahead."

Like a shark smelling blood, Izarebi led the army to kill quickly, trying to block these aliens who had no time to follow Blue Water to execute the strategy of clearing the walls and clearing the wild.

However, they were still a step too late. The lizardmen living here were full of martial virtues. After discovering the traces of the scouts, they first chased one of them to death, wounded another, and then hurriedly helped the old and the young to hide in the cavalry. In difficult forests.

The soldiers of the imperial halberd were pleasantly surprised to find a large amount of jerky and rice in the lizardmen's burrows and wooden houses. After the magician tested them, they confirmed that they were all non-toxic.

For two days in a row, there was no harvest. The imperial halberds, who had halved their rations, harvested a lot of food at once, and quickly began to distribute the food and take turns to eat.

"It's not right, don't cook the rice." Izarebi looked at the hill-like rice in the Lizardman's warehouse and said firmly, "How can a barbarian like the Lizardmen eat rice? It's a fraud."

Several experienced cavalry captains beside Izarebi looked at each other, and after a while of silence, they quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words.

"The Orc race has always been omnivorous. Naturally, they also eat rice, a food with a strong sense of satiation. They don't only eat meat."

Izarebi was stunned for a moment, and his expression became unnatural.

Fortunately, the captains of the cavalry were very generous, saying that Lord Izarebi was vigilant when he saw that the amount of rice was too much, so he covered it up.

According to the description of experienced scouts, the rice here is basically blue aquatic products.

Oval shape, crystal clear, white and plump rice grains, you can smell a unique sweet fragrance under rubbing.

Backed by the fertile land on the edge of the Great Wetland, Blue Water has opened countless trade routes in the south over the years, relying on food. Most of the orcs here take care of Blue Water’s business more or less.

Because Blue Water had a bad relationship with Seriel, Seriel also forbade Blue Water's rice from entering his own country through various channels, so this was the first time the soldiers had eaten a gift from the southernmost land of Mostana.

The rich aroma of rice when the rice is ripe wafts in the camp, like the charming little hands of a beauty, gently brushing everyone's faces.

Izarebi, who was extremely unhappy with Blue Water, wanted to eat a few bites of jerky to deal with the situation, but when he saw the fierce and intoxicated appearance of the soldiers around him when they were eating...

Izarebi picked up the bowl nonchalantly and took a sip.

This one can't stop.

One mouthful of jerky, one mouthful of white rice, Izarebi completely forgot that he was still repeating in his mind, "Resolutely don't eat blue water rice".

"The land that can grow such good rice, and such sweet rice... should also be enjoyed by the people of the empire."

Because Lan Shui's resentment that prevented him from making a name for himself was completely dissipated because of these few bites of rice, Izarebi felt a sense of pride in his heart.

A sharp whistle broke the silence of the imperial halberd camp.

This was an emergency signal from the Seriel's whistle, and the whistle was interrupted hastily, which meant that the whistle had died.

The well-trained soldiers were stunned for a few seconds, then dropped the bowl in their hands and hurried to the war horse not far away.

The magician was faster, and before they swallowed the food in their mouths, they stood up, mobilized their magic power, and quickly built a defensive barrier with their companions.

However, the arrows attached to the magic of various attributes in the air are still faster than their reactions.

As the sun went down, colorful arrows dragged a long "tail flame", like a falling meteor from the sky, densely covering the camp of the imperial halberd.

The imperial halberd, who was still enjoying the food a few seconds ago, was in a mess.

Enchanted arrows pierced through the bodies of some of the hapless, making them an obstacle to tripping comrades in the chaos.

The horses that were hit by the arrows began to rampage in pain. The formation that had been maintained during the meal was gradually uncontrollable due to the impact of the war horses.

In the chaos, the captain of the cavalry shouted for the whole team. The cavalry who rushed to the horse in a panic collided with their companions. The magician shouted loudly to try to cooperate with the companions...

The sound of the explosion, the neighing of the horses, and the sound of the metal rubbing when the knife was drawn all mixed together.

"The magician builds a barrier in place to buy time for the cavalry to mount!"

Izarebi used a simple "loud sound technique" to amplify his own voice and blast it into the ears of the headless soldier.

The reassurance of the existence of the sixth-order magician suppressed the chaotic scene, so that the originally nervous imperial halberd quickly found the target of action.

Lu Yu, who was standing on a high point not far away, saw this scene and said with emotion: "Sure enough, these experienced seniors cannot be underestimated. The ordinary army was attacked like this, and it should be defeated in a panic."

"Well, it's not over yet."

Blue Water's Mushroom Man~www.novelmt.com~ Moon Shadow Werewolf revealed his figure just as the sun was about to completely sink into the horizon.

"Although I can't eat a bunch of elites like you... But taking your lives to boost morale is enough."

Lulutis stretched out a tentacle and released a ball of light towards the sky.

Seeing this signal, six hundred fifth-order blue water mushroom people released magic together.

This is a magic that Lu Yu likes very much, and even uses it to measure the magician's combat power.

Fireball.

And his goal was not the imperial halberd surrounded by Blue Water and Moon Shadow Werewolves.

But the trees on this hill.

Lu Yu, who got the command from Ye Shui, the special envoy of the Moon Shadow Werewolf, calmly ordered.

"Remember your goals and kill their horses!"