Durin's Diary

Chapter 990 A Feast of Wine

Dulin's letter, delivered by the messenger god of the grassland spirits to the old man of Alessandro's family, quickly received a reply.

In the letter, Duke Alessandro suggested that since they were already in the East, there was no need to rush to move—whether by teleportation or by boat, it would be an ordeal for his little Astrid, so it would be better to follow Dulin and experience the exotic customs of the East.

After all, the people of the Western Continent either have chefs from the Eastern Lands in their families, or they have a deep understanding from various aspects that the Eastern Lands are a true world of delicious food.

“Grandpa really has peace of mind.” Reed sighed as she followed Anta. A few days ago, they had discussed with the psionicists from the Celestial Master’s Mansion and the Candle Dragon Pavilion and decided to conduct a systematic spell ranking of psionic talents today.

After all, in addition to spell level, psionicists also have caster strength level. The same spell can produce completely different effects depending on the strength of the caster.

Take Reed for example. As the most terrifyingly powerful psionicist known in Anta, her mage spells have been completely replaced by the psionic system. Take Fireball spell for instance. If Anta's Fireball spell requires several syllables and supermagic expansion to ignite all unprotected targets in a football field, Reed can create the same effect in an area the size of two football fields with just a blink of an eye, ignoring cover.

Faced with Lid's strength, the psionicists from the East were amazed—among them were also psionicists of similar strength, but they were only six years old, and the boy's teachers didn't even dare to teach him much.

Because he was so young, everyone was worried that the child wouldn't be able to control his strength.

Lid also strongly agreed with this point—she was actually unable to control herself at first, but after Dulin appeared, she realized that as long as she was by Dulin's side, she could naturally control her abilities.

Anta used to find all of this quite incredible, but now that she sees it, it's clear that only someone as powerful as Dulin could help Reed anchor her extraordinary abilities.

"By the way, why didn't Mr. Dulin come today? Isn't he also a psychic?" an old celestial master from the Celestial Master's Mansion asked curiously.

"The royal family asked Dulin to go to Shanhaiguan to help out today," Anta said somewhat embarrassedly. "It's a serious matter, so Mr. Dulin couldn't refuse. He can only apologize to you through me."

"So it's important business. Then it must be important." The old master nodded with a smile, then looked at Lide: "Have you been keeping Lide company lately?"

Anta nodded, then looked at Lina not far away: "Besides me, there are several other sisters. They're just killing time anyway, don't you think?"

The old master smiled and nodded repeatedly: "With a virtuous wife like you, Mr. Du Lin can focus on his business outside with peace of mind."

“Of course,” Anta replied with a smile.

Since Dulin has acknowledged her as the most senior, she should take responsibility.

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Dulin looked at the ice and snow in front of him and felt cold—the average daily temperature here is minus twenty degrees Celsius. What a damn Shanhaiguan Pass, it's a real freezing place.

Unfortunately, neither Daju nor Shiyi were there, and Dulin still didn't know the coordinates of this place. The only information he knew was that Lao Pang had mentioned it to him—the temperature system in the north of the ecosystem had never been repaired, so the demon army would only come to this area in the summer to cause trouble for both sides.

Without the Chaos Lords, no normal person, except for adventurers, would want to come to this area. No wonder that whether it's the Western Continent or the Eastern Lands, as soon as you head north, the temperature becomes absurdly high, like an air conditioner running below zero.

But there was nothing they could do. Summer had arrived, and Slaanesh's demon army was coming. The troops that had originally headed north were now all on the four islands. Changtang shouldn't have been doing this, but Dulin was here. As everyone said, with Dulin around, the demon army couldn't even think about heading south.

Although it was good to be given high expectations, Dulin still couldn't hold back when he saw the so-called Slaanesh army outside the pass, which was dressed in thick clothes.

Didn't you say you were followers of Slaanesh, playing all sorts of games about the relationship between humans and nature? Why are you wearing such thick clothes now?

However, this also proves one point—the Slaanesh are indeed a bit cunning, but they are not insane, and not all Slaanesh units can ignore minus twenty degrees Celsius. After all, putting aside the fact that they are not genuine, even those Slaanesh followers, whether they are real or not, could not possibly ignore minus twenty degrees Celsius.

According to discussions within the military, Dulin did not reveal his strength but remained hidden in the second line.

Meanwhile, the artillery crew from Dulin's side also arrived—although minus twenty degrees Celsius would freeze the breechblocks, since Dulin's army had never fought in such an environment before and did not have antifreeze for such sub-zero temperatures, Changtang did.

After using their antifreeze cream, Dulin's sixty artillery crews are now ready and waiting for the lecherous devils to deliver the goods.

However, this time the Seraphim did not attack the city immediately, but instead began to set up camps outside the city, seemingly preparing siege equipment.

As a guest force, Dulin could not bypass the local military to issue orders—their organization was well-organized, unlike last time at Zhennanguan where the bigwigs couldn't find officers, so Dulin was forced to step in and maintain order.

Since they were planning to lure the enemy deep into their territory, Dulin was naturally happy to have some free time. While the Slaanesh army outside was cutting down trees, Dulin, along with several artillery commanders and the artillery commander from Changtangfang, sat together chatting.

The artillery commander of Changtang was well aware of the strength of the artillery crew under Du Lin's command—Du Lin's white bear demons were big, well-fed, and strong, and could load up to seventeen shells per minute, which made the artillery commander envious. He said that next year he must recruit big white bear demons from the bear demons, and he would be very satisfied if they could load ten shells per minute without doing anything else.

As for the rat demons under Dulin's name, he had nothing to envy—because he had dwarf demons working for him.

Compared to the mice of the Dulin family, the dwarf is better at calculating data.

“Commander Liu, you have been the artillery commander here for many years. Do you think the Slaanesh will launch an offensive in a few days?”

"Generally, a general offensive will be launched after the follow-up troops arrive, because the summer in Shanhaiguan is short. They must complete the attack within a month. Regardless of the outcome, if they cannot take the main pass, they must retreat, otherwise it will only get colder here when autumn comes."

"In other words, once the attack begins, they will keep attacking until they run out of troops or capture Shanhaiguan, right?"

"The artillery crew commander on Dulin's side asked."

Commander Liu nodded: "But don't worry, we Changtang people have never let those savages get what they want. It was like that before, and it will probably be the same this time."

(End of this chapter)