For example, check carefully why he was hanging around the Sea Capital not long ago? ?
Shaking his head, Mozo dispelled these headache-inducing thoughts and forced himself to think seriously about what he should do specifically.
First of all, he had to ensure that the Merchant Alliance troops in Nuremberg would not chase them out immediately.
The slave workers' shocking defeat did indeed completely defeat Nuremberg, but it did not defeat the Merchant Alliance's army.
The slave owners headed by the Grand Duke of Nuremberg might be dead, but the armies of the Merchant Alliance still maintained a fairly complete structure and even the airships used for pursuit.
After all, the slave workers only dug down the city walls, the main city and their mines. The rest of the places, such as several large military camps outside the city and the garrison camps inside the city, were basically still there.
This situation occurred because there was not enough time and the slave workers did not want to implicate the poor people who had taken refuge in Nuremberg.
Therefore, as long as the garrison troops start the pursuit, the slave laborers here will be killed, if not completely wiped out, at least 70% to 80% of them will be killed!
If you want to prevent them from pursuing you, you can only use tricks.
As for whose tiger skin you are trying to steal, there is no need to think too much about it.
Mozo took a deep breath and shouted to the slaves who were moving forward:
"Please sing along with me! My friends, you must sing along with me! Don't stop, just keep moving forward, but you must sing!"
After saying that, Mozo stood on a high place and sang the ancient melody aloud.
That was an ancient song sung by the elves in ancient times to praise the Sun King and the Two Sacred Trees.
It is also one of the few elven ballads that Mozo can actually sing. After all, it is the one he has listened to the most in the Sun King's dream opera.
As for the rest, he could only say that he had heard of it, but he really didn't know how to sing it.
As Mozo's voice sounded, the slaves below also followed Mozo's tone and sang in unison the "Ode to Light" that once resounded throughout the entire continent.
It was an extremely high-spirited and graceful tone. Thanks to the elves' profound cultural heritage and composition skills, even though the slaves did not have the unique ethereal tone of the elves, they sang this "Ode to Light" with the magnificence and epicness it deserved.
It seemed that from the very beginning, the elves had thought about teaching others this hymn dedicated to the king and the sacred tree.
Because hundreds of thousands of slaves sang in unison, this ancient ballad even burst with a different kind of beauty and shock.
Although there is a lot of distortion, it is very impactful!
At least to the Merchant Alliance army that was stunned by the elves, it sounded extremely intimidating!
But this is not enough. The distance between the two sides is too far. Even a chorus of hundreds of thousands of people may not be heard by the Merchant Alliance soldiers in Nuremberg.
So while Mozo shamelessly led the slaves in singing a hymn praising himself and the sacred tree, he quietly took out the pure white scales:
“Amplify our chorus!”
After the pure white balance was taken out, he immediately understood what Mozo and the others were singing.
"Oh, is it the 'Ode to Light'? I haven't heard this song for many years. After the death of the Sun King, the elves stopped singing this epic ancient ballad. They even took the initiative to destroy the relevant music score. I'm afraid not many people know this song now."
"Okay, okay, don't look at me like that. If you want me to do something, you have to pay me first! It's hard for me to help you if you don't pay me!"
Mozo could only pull the corner of his mouth, lean over and whisper:
"The Sun King often rested his head on Ra's thighs and listened to Ra sing. This was the greatest enjoyment for the Sun King."
"What the hell?! You know all this???"
"Don't worry about how you know, just take the money and do the job for me!"
"Don't worry, I promise to take care of this little thing for you! Let's enlarge the chorus, right? No problem!"
Mozo no longer paid attention to the Pure White Scale, but stuffed it into his bag and continued to lead the singing.
At the same time, the transaction between Mozo and Pure White Balance was completed.
A powerful spiritual creature passed by here to deliver a letter, and was deeply attracted by the ancient ballad that it was once very familiar with but had never heard of again.
After a while, it felt extremely happy and began to frantically flap its wings, causing the slaves' chorus to spread around at an incredible speed.
There was no threat or destructive power, but that was only physical. Psychologically, it was another matter.
In Nuremberg, which had largely collapsed, the poor, unaware of the goodwill of the slave workers, hid in panic in the open space. They did not understand what was happening, and as ordinary people, they could only suffer in confusion and fear, waiting for the so-called end.
The soldiers and officers were running around frantically, either checking their weapons or trying to explore the collapsed pit.
But they soon gave up exploring the pit because it was too deep!
A normal person would definitely die if they fell down. And as time went on, the demigods and senior officers gradually took control of the situation.
They gathered as many scattered troops and weapons as possible.
And they were all puzzled as to what had happened.
When the Nuremberg Collapse began, they all thought that the elves were attacking, which made many soldiers and even demigods ready to flee or surrender after seeing the city walls fall.
But what’s weird is that even though the main city was destroyed, why didn’t we see any army of elves
However, soldiers who took off on airships soon reported that they had discovered a large number of slave laborers escaping in the distance.
No one paid attention to this at first, because they were all busy with their own affairs. But soon, the smart ones reacted.
"The slave workers' mine tunnels have collapsed. How come so many slave workers are still running out?"
This sentence reminded others, and someone immediately replied with a grim face:
"Unless they knew it all along! No, that's what they did! Those slaves hollowed out the ground beneath Nuremberg!"
This answer is not difficult to guess. Unless all the slaves died in the mine, anyone who saw so many slaves escaping would react.
Such an answer immediately made the superior officers and demigods furious.
Because the slave workers not only dug up Nuremberg, the last strong city in the eastern part of the Merchant Alliance, but also collapsed the largest mine in the eastern part of the Merchant Alliance!
The latter was a loss that was even more unacceptable to them than the former. At least they had hope of taking Nuremberg back, but with the mine gone, not only was their money gone, but they even lost the fantasy of taking it back!
A bunch of damn slaves actually dared to cut off their source of income!
You have to know that those who rush to support Nuremberg are basically those who have business cooperation with Nuremberg or even have shares in it! The rest, such as the southern part of the Merchant Alliance, which has its own huge mineral veins, and the large number of principalities in the northern part of the Merchant Alliance, basically only provide money but not troops.
The nobles in the north and south were eager for the east to perish so that they would have one less competitor.
If they weren't worried about the loss of their teeth and lips, they wouldn't even pay!
But now the interests of this group of vested interests have been completely lost. How can they tolerate this
So after realizing that they were not elves but slaves, they angrily ordered their troops to board the airship immediately.
The roads on the ground were completely cut off, but they still had a considerable number of airships to pursue!
There are even several large military camps outside the city where they can chase and kill on the ground!
A group of slaves armed only with pickaxes, but they showed no fear at all.
Even though this group of slaves had just destroyed Nuremberg and their financial resources, and they were in urgent need of the heads of these slaves, in this case, those with weak connections could use this as a way to make up for their mistakes, while those with strong connections could add a record of victory to themselves.
However, when the officers were proudly urging the troops to board the airship.
They just heard a long and uplifting melody.
This sudden change caused everyone's movements to come to a standstill.
Who is singing? And singing so loudly?!
Both soldiers and officers looked up in confusion, searching for the source of the sound.
Of course, there were also some impatient officers who, after listening for a while and really could not understand anything, urged the troops to board the boats again to pursue the slave laborers.
But they were just at the exit, and the knowledgeable noble officer stopped them with a change of color:
"Don't be impulsive! This is an elf song! It's an ancient elven language!"
"Elf?!"
The soldiers of the Merchant Alliance, who had been suppressed by the elves, suddenly wilted.
The officers were also in a state of hesitation. They needed the heads of the slaves. Whether it was to make merit or to take revenge, they needed to do something quickly. It was too terrible to be defeated without a fight.
But the sudden sound of the elves' song was really scary.
For example, maybe this collapse was not caused by the slaves, but by the elves
Then wouldn't it be a waste if we catch up with him? !
After a long moment, the soldiers turned their gaze to the officers, and the officers looked to the demigod.
With the Archduke of Nuremberg's life or death unknown, it was natural for the demigods to make the decision.
The demigods were also frightened by the melodious singing.
As demigods, and demigods from aristocratic families at that, they knew more than the average elite aristocrats and even university professors.
So they not only knew that this was the ancient elven language, they also knew what it was singing!
This is the Hymn to Light! A Hymn to Light that praises the Sun King and the Two Trees!
The worst thing is that they all know that the elves sealed up "Ode to Light" after the death of the Sun King!
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Over time, "Ode to Light" has basically become a legend. It can be said that even the most knowledgeable university professors probably don't know how to sing "Ode to Light".
At most, I just know a few lyrics like them, but I have no idea what the melody is.
And what about the sound at this moment? It not only sang the lyrics of "Ode to Light" that they knew, but also sang the melody.
They don't think someone made up the tune based on the lyrics because it's so elf-esque!
What's more, this area is occupied by the elves!
So they were really scared. If it was just the elves, they might have dared to fight back. At least they had to pretend to be brave enough to fight. Otherwise, where would the family's face be? Where would the dignity of the demigods be
And if it involves the Sun King, then they really don't want to be involved. As demigods, they can run away if they face the elves, but it's hard to say if they face the king.
So after a brief hesitation, they saw the answer in each other's eyes.
Then they said to the officers:
"The Duke and so many nobles are still buried in the underground of the main city! Don't worry about those worthless slaves for now, go to the main city and rescue them!"
"The mines are gone, why are you still chasing slaves? Saving people is more important!"
In this way, with the tacit understanding of the demigods, the officers and soldiers also had reasonable reasons to withdraw from the airship.
The elves were really too scary, and they really didn't dare to leave the fortified city and fight the elves in the wild. After all, almost all those who had done so before had died.
So after the slave workers' chorus sounded, everyone from demigods to soldiers followed their hearts.
Even the airship that took off earlier landed quickly.
I was afraid that if I flew too high, I would be shot down as a living target.
On the other side, Mozo heaved a sigh of relief and stopped asking the slaves to continue singing "Ode to Light" after seeing the airships that had taken off earlier land.
In fact, if possible, Mozo really didn't want to sing such an intriguing ancient ballad, but there was no way, this was the only elven ballad he knew.
And if he didn't choose this one, he was also worried that the group of demigods would rush out just for show.
By then, the slaves, who are weak outside and inside, will not be able to stop the demigods from leading the army to massacre.
This is a necessary choice.
Mozo was not the kind of person who would sigh about the past, so after confirming that the Merchant Alliance army would not pursue them, he turned around and led the slaves to the elf-occupied area.
But what Mozo didn't know was that the Pure White Libra really liked to take advantage, but it still had basic principles. The knowledge that Mozo exchanged in a hurry was very tricky and secretive. Although this kind of gossip knowledge couldn't be too outrageous, the effect of just amplifying it was still beyond imagination.
Therefore, the slaves’ chorus of “Ode to Light” was not only heard in Nuremberg, but also by the elves.
Countless emerald green warships were parked in the air.
The elegant and heroic elves all walked onto the deck in doubt.
They all closed their eyes and listened attentively to the ancient songs that many of them had never really heard.
Even among the elves, "Ode to Light" is something that is very old and has never been heard of.
Laura Liss, the Saint of the Iron Bank who had already contacted the elves and docked with the airship, also came to the deck with the three high elven lords after hearing this melodious and long song.
Listening to this somewhat awkward but extremely beautiful song, Laura Liss said uncertainly:
"Could this be?"
The three high lords of the elves did not answer her. They were looking at the direction where the voice came from with eyes full of memories. Their expressions were filled with clear loneliness and sadness.