Bright and cold magic lights hung on the top of the city, illuminating an area of hundreds of square meters. The city is crowded with people, but it is rare to be solemn and solemn.
The princess of the Principality of Oss, the illegitimate daughter of Frederick XIII, and Enissa von August Frederick who fled to the North for ten years. She took off her shirt, put on a gorgeous dress, and slowly walked into her city under the eyes of everyone.
Inisa looked at Zhou Qingfeng, tearfully letting her man hold hands and walked side by side. Several elderly maids held up the skirt corners of their mistress and looked at the white light as if they were separated from each other.
Once, the gate of the capital city of the Principality of Oss was also lit with magic lights; once, the noble princess passed through the gate countless times; once, countless people admired the princess's appearance and admired her beauty.
After a lapse of ten years, all this happened again.
This is an official entry into the city, and the Black Forest forces with Zhou Qingfeng at the core are stationed in Coldwind City. Wilson, who was appointed as the deputy city lord, knelt on one knee inside the city gate, stroking his chest and bowing his head. On the road behind him, the crowd paid such respects.
There is a magic lamp every 100 meters on the road, the light disperses the gloom, and allows people who have been depressed for a long time to open their hearts and feel comfortable. Only providing all-day lighting has made the residents of the city less miserable and a little more hopeful.
Only crude and ignorant people will feel that art and culture are useless, but these are sharp tools to shape the character and spirit, and subtly strengthen the sense of belonging of a group.
Zhou Qingfeng can't offer much benefit right now, but does everything possible to establish himself as a civilized person, even if it is good to light up a few lights. As long as a pan of scattered sand agrees with the forces he represents, then can they lead them to conquer the world.
"Victor, how did you do it?" Enissa felt dizzy and couldn't believe that a city changed hands so easily. "My body is light and fluttering at the moment, as if stepping on the clouds, everything looks beautiful."
In a good mood, everything is pleasing to the eye naturally. Even the humble city looks gorgeous and colorful under the lights.
Zhou Qingfeng laughed loudly and said: "It's not how strong I am, but that the long-legged family is stupid. They think I have the strength of less than a hundred people, and they think they have tens of thousands of supporters. But the fact is that people in the city are inclined Me, the nobleman is weak."
Talking about the battle a few days ago, Enissa was full of happiness. Luke once reported to her, but it was even more special to hear Zhou Qingfeng say it himself. The woman didn't even hear a few words, only felt that she was a man.
Harmony Village is a small place after all, and Coldwind City is much larger. Entering through the city gate, Enissa was so intoxicated that she couldn't finish her journey. Zhou Qingfeng accompanied her to meet the improvised ruling system, and bureaucrats came to visit the mistress.
Inessa is graceful, luxurious and majestic. She tries to make her tone soft and smiling. The bureaucrats who have seen her are all shocked, and feel that there is nothing more stunning than this in the world. This also means that the administrative power to manage the tens of thousands of people in the city belongs to her.
"Victor, what do you need me to do for you?" Enisa didn't calm down a bit until she moved into the City Lord's Mansion. She arranged for the more than 500 subordinates she had brought, and then came to inquire about her responsibilities.
"I need you to take care of the residents of the city and separate the law, civil affairs, military and other departments. Fill in the management personnel we recruited and train. After completing these tasks within half a month, I will go out again." Zhou Qingfeng Said.
If it was just a grass-roots team, it would be impossible to rule a city with a population of tens of thousands. Zhou Qingfeng had taken precautions early in the morning, and he had put together nearly two hundred intellectuals, and he was still running an education on his own one-third of an acre land.
Regardless of the level of these low-level intellectuals, it is already a rare bureaucratic system in the North. It is more efficient and more capable of solving problems than a ruling class composed of many nobles.
"By the way, Xili has left. You have one less help and must promote more useful talents to manage." Zhou Qingfeng explained the elf girl's departure, and said in a deep voice: "We will completely turn to a state of war."
"Fully turned?" Enisa was surprised at this. "Are we not doing anything else?"
"There is nothing else to do." Zhou Qingfeng said with certainty, "Coldwind City's economy has completely collapsed. The other northern nobles will definitely block us completely, and no supplies will be shipped to us.
According to preliminary statistics, there are only less than 5,000 tons of food in the city, and more than 10,000 people will not be able to eat it for long. Fortunately, the South is about to enter the harvest season, and the succubus promised to give us rations for 10,000 people. This is our biggest hole card.
Secondly, I killed almost all the nobles in the city. The news will inevitably spread throughout the Northland within half a month. I bet that the Phils family in Banshee Castle will seize the opportunity to integrate, and then all the nobles of the North will come to fight us.
Instead of letting the enemy hit the door, it is better for us to take the initiative. Although we have few people, as long as our actions are concealed and fast, we will first lay down a few cities. For example, the cities closest to Coldwind City.
We must use all manpower and material resources to fight wars and open up the situation as soon as possible. The enemy who is about to fight is frightened, the enemy who is fighting flees, the enemy who is fighting closes the city and defends himself.
One punch is opened to avoid a hundred punches. "
Zhou Qingfeng was energetic and punched the map of Northland on the desktop. The target he beat was impressively the dense fog city in the south with the weakest strength.
At this moment, outside of Coldwind City, the lord of Dense Mist City, Johnson Dorixin, personally led the team to run over. With one move, he stopped the dark day voter Kelly, and caused the halfling girl to fall helplessly from the wall of the deserted village, and fell to the ground.
Hahaha..., more than a dozen people from the Duo Ruixing family gradually gathered, and sneered at Kaili on the ground gloomily. Their arrogant appearance is like a group of gangsters facing the innocent poor.
Kelly fell on the ground, unable to move, unable to speak, but conscious. She kept rolling her eyes, trying to get rid of her current state. But her power comes from Cyric's gift, and this power is in turn controlling her.
Johnson walked forward a few steps, and a shadow fell from his tall figure, covering Kelly's vision. He hummed a few times and shouted: "Respected voters, don't have to struggle anymore, it's useless.
You are just a conscious tool, now you need to fulfill your mission. Victor Hugo may have been on guard for you, so that you have not had any effect in the past few months. But it doesn't matter, we still have a way after all. "
Kelly tried to open her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound in her throat. She tried her best and couldn't even move a finger. The girl's face showed unyielding stubbornness and grief, but nothing helped.
The palm of Johnson's hand lit up with black light, and a skeleton without a jaw quickly formed in the light and shot into Kelly's brain. The halfling girl who had been struggling suddenly had a dull face, lying on the ground calmly, like a walking dead.
A few seconds later, Kelly climbed up from the ground in a stiff motion. She turned her head and glanced at the members of the Duo Ruixing family, as if watching a group of strangers.
Larry, Johnson's eldest son, stepped forward and picked up a long whip from the ground, "That puppet dropped all his weapons. Is her brain still normal?"
Johnson glanced at the long whip, "My lord's stand-in puppet does not need this whip. Next we have to create opportunities for her, and finally control that Victor Hugo, and finally welcome the great dark day in the form of a saint. Born."
Johnson raised his hands in joy and called Cyric's holy name again and again. The children around him also prayed loudly, claiming their credit, hoping to win the favor of the gods. Their prayers communicated with heaven and earth, and an edict quickly took shape and fell.
and many more... ...
Cyric, we just pretended to shout, are you fucking real again
Feeling anxious for a long time, feeling that it shouldn't be a bad thing, Johnson took the family members and knelt down to accept the edict. And when he opened the blurred parchment, his eyes swept over the divine language above, the information came directly into his mind. He was taken aback for a moment, and followed the strange cry...
"Victor Hugo is crazy? He wants to take the initiative to attack our dense fog city?!"