Your war hammer is too fake

The Green Knight watched all this without saying a word. He and the Archmage followed Sir Almarik into the depths of the dungeon. The first and second floors of the dungeon had been cleared out. The steel locks on the cells were torn open by the Holy Grail Knights at will, and the doors were hung crookedly on the doorframes, barely preventing them from falling off. As for the "residents" inside, no matter whether they were worth saving or not, as long as they were still alive, they were taken out and concentrated in the jailer dormitory area on the outermost layer of the dungeon for treatment.

After passing through the empty first and second floors, the three of them came to the much smaller third floor. Two Holy Grail Knights holding shields and swords were guarding the entrance to the third floor. When the Green Knight and his men came towards them, they turned around and pushed open the obsidian door, revealing the...

"Wheat fields?" the Green Knight heard the Archmage shout.

"All the cells on the third floor of the dungeon have been demolished, leaving only the supporting pillars," Sir Almalik introduced. "One tenth of an acre of crops are planted here, half of which is wheat, and the other half is cabbage, turnips, onions, carrots and leeks. There is also a corral at the innermost part, with thirty sheep."

"A small farm located underground?" said the Green Knight. "And... where does the light come from?"

"That's the problem. Apart from the house where he lives, there are no torches or other lighting facilities in the entire third floor of the dungeon, but we can see everything here clearly." said Sir Almarik.

"'He'?" asked the Green Knight.

"A Cathayan, perhaps a Nibon, the only prisoner in the entire third level of the dungeons. He does not speak Rexperian or Breton," Ser Almarik replied, "and I do not know their language."

"I can," the Archmage said, "I can speak Zhendan, and my Nibonese are limited to simple daily communication."

The three of them walked through the farmland. The Green Knight reached out and picked up an ear of wheat. He held it in his palm and looked at it carefully for a moment, then threw it away. They crossed the farmland, then turned a corner, and then saw a bell tower at first sight. After walking closer, the Green Knight realized that what was in front of him was actually a two-story brick and stone house with a bell tower attached.

The height of the dungeon itself is limited. In order to accommodate this building, a deep pit was dug on the ground. Most of the two-story building is in the pit, with only the roof and bell tower exposed outside.

A Green Knight couldn't tell his exact age, but he was definitely an adult man standing next to the pit. When he saw the man coming, he hurried over, stretched out his hands to grab the Green Knight's hands, and kept saying something.

"He is sending you his regards," the Archmage said. "His wording is quite normal, but his tone is a little flattering."

The Green Knight looked at the man in front of him. Judging from his facial features, skin color and hair color, he was most likely a Zhendan, and less likely a genetically mutated Nibon. He was wearing a dirty sleeveless white vest, and it was impossible to tell what it was made of; the trousers on his lower body were also made of unknown materials, and there were several scratches on them. The Green Knight then looked at the building behind the man. Although this residence was not as good as the Electoral Palace of his goddess, it was much more exquisite than many castles of small nobles.

"Hello, sir. I am Lord Green, a vassal of Earl Egwene, the Elector of Westerland," the Green Knight said as he pondered the other party's origins. "In the name of my lord, you are safe."

The Archmage translated the Green Knight's words. The man looked stunned at first, then he danced with excitement and spoke incoherently.

"He is celebrating his luck at finally meeting someone who can speak his native language," the Archmage said to the Green Knight, "and he hopes to leave here immediately. He promised that if you can take him to a safe place, he will provide a batch of food as a thank you."

Hearing the word "food", the Green Knight turned around and looked at the farmland: "Ask him why this farm appeared in the dungeon? Did Drachenfels ask him to do this?"

"He said that he originally built his farm on the other side of the mountain, but Drachenfels' army found it, destroyed it, and brought him back," the archmage translated. "The Immortal forced this poor man to provide food for his army."

"Is that all the farmland?" The Green Knight asked in surprise, "Just ten-tenths of an acre of farmland?"

When the great wizard translated these two sentences, the man's face changed expression, and he seemed to be having some kind of extremely intense ideological struggle. After a moment, the man seemed to have made up his mind and said a lot of gibberish.

"...He claimed that his farmland could be harvested once a week," the Archmage said in an unbelievable tone, "and every time it was a good harvest."

"This is impossible!" The Green Knight retorted subconsciously: "Even the land blessed by the goddess cannot do this. This is witchcraft!"

“Don’t blame magic for something you don’t understand!” Upon hearing this, the Archmage angrily retorted, “This is superstition! You know, even the noble Outer Gods have several mages!”

"Calm down, both of you," Almarik, who had been silent, said, "I don't think we are here to quarrel."

"I'm sorry, Master," the Green Knight apologized first, "Please let us continue our unfinished work. Ask him how he can prove what he said? We don't have time to wait here for a week."

"He said he could show us a miracle, but only if we guarantee his personal safety and do not restrict his freedom. Well, if we must restrict him, at least don't abuse him."

"As long as he is not a fallen person practicing dark witchcraft, the laws of Westerland will guarantee all his legal rights," the Green Knight said solemnly, "I swear in the name of my lord, the Elector of the Empire, Count Ewen de Richelieu."

The man's expression did not relax much because of this assurance, but he nodded anyway.

"He said he could destroy all the farmland here with just a thought."

"Destroy? How is he going to…"

At the same time, everyone present heard a crisp sound like a wooden beam breaking. The next moment, all the farmland in the dungeon disappeared. The crops and the thin layer of soil underneath disappeared as if it was just an illusion, revealing the obsidian floor underneath... But it is not entirely true to say that there was no trace of the farmland. Next to the man's two-story detached house, a windmill - God knows what use this thing has in the dungeon - collapsed at the moment the farmland disappeared, leaving only a piece of charred rubble like after a fire.

"...Come to think of it, did the windmill continue to turn before it collapsed?" the great wizard asked with difficulty.

The two Holy Grail Knights nodded silently in sync.

"Tell him," the Green Knight began, "that I will take him back to Marienburg. His fate will be decided by our Lord himself."

After the great wizard translated this sentence, the man looked at them with a heavy expression, then turned back reluctantly to look at the two-story building with a bell tower. The next moment, the building collapsed.

The man looked at the archmage and said a few words.

"He said his name is 'Chen Jianjun', we can call him 'Old Chen'," the great master translated, "'Chen' is his last name. The naming format of the Aurora people is different from ours, with the last name in front."

"Chen," the Green Knight asked, "Why?"

"Chen said he has a special ability that allows him to quickly build some buildings with magical functions, but some of these buildings have a limited number. For example, the one just now, Chen called it the town center. He said it is the most important building and only one can exist at a time. As for the farmland just now, you can build as many as you want."

"As long as we can confirm that this is not Chaos sorcery, and he is willing to swear allegiance to the Elector, he will be given a suitable piece of land," said Sir Almarik. "Perhaps even a fiefdom."

"Is Chenwen the kind of fiefdom where the lord is responsible for managing all matters within the territory and can form his own army?"

"What else could it be?" Sir Almarik asked curiously, "But the laws of West Territory are different from those of other places. The power of the lord is not that great, and the responsibility he needs to bear is also smaller."

"Chen said he didn't mind."

"Let's wait until he is canonized," the Green Knight shook his head with amusement, "His tone reveals ignorance. What does he think 'lord' means? For someone who doesn't have a family territory to inherit, even if you are a noble, becoming a lord is not an easy thing, not to mention that Chen obviously doesn't look like a noble."

"Chen asked, how do you determine that he is not from a noble family?"

"Tell him that impersonating a noble is a serious crime in any country," said the Green Knight. "As for how I figured it out, I refuse to answer such a foolish question. Ask him if he has anything to take away."

"Chen said he had some personal belongings that were taken away by Drachenfels' men."

"Sir Almarik," Hearing this, the Green Knight looked at the other Holy Grail Knight present, "I leave it to you."

"Yes," the Undead Killer touched his chest and saluted the Unifier, "Sir."

"You need to stay here until reinforcements arrive," the Green Knight continued, "which won't take long. I will return with Chen first. His unique abilities are exactly what my Lord needs."

After saying that, the Green Knight motioned for everyone to follow. There were three people coming in, and four people leaving. When they walked out of the dungeon and came to the open space in the castle, Chen Jianjun took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling the hard-earned freedom. Then, he heard a low humming sound coming from above his head, so he raised his head -

A Grasshopper-class transport boat slowly landed in front of everyone.

"...fuck."

Chen Jianjun couldn't help but utter a beautiful sentence in his native language.

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Author's Note: Two-in-One Chapter

Chapter 461: Getting Ready

Underground world, Reflection Fortress.

After two reinforcements, the fortress now has a full 50,000 dwarf army, filling all the habitable places. Even during the Longbeard War, such an army could be called a main force: except for the rotor helicopters, which were only used for reconnaissance and communication due to the combat environment, the elite troops of the Plateau Fort were all out, including 30,000 Longbeard warriors, rune guards and various war machines.

Before the arrival of Anjiyue, the dwarves organized a tentative counterattack. From a tactical perspective, the dwarves won a brilliant victory, killing more than 150,000 Chaos Hives with a permanent loss of more than a thousand people, making Barel, who has been stranded in the Fortress of Kequn, a huge profit; but from a strategic perspective, the dwarves undoubtedly lost. Although the permanent loss was only about a thousand, almost all the dwarves were poisoned to varying degrees at the end of the battle.

The tough physique and indomitable will of the Sons of the Rock allowed the dwarves to grit their teeth and fight even when they were poisoned. However, poisoning is poisoning. After only one battle, the dwarf army actually lost the ability to continue fighting - ordinary diseases were useless to the dwarves, and the powerful Nurgle Plague was essentially a manifestation of Nurgle's corruption. System units happened to be immune to corruption, but poison was the most troublesome.

By spreading biological poison gas on the battlefield, which was already filled with dense plague clouds, the Chaos Hive pushed back the Dwarf Legion with huge casualties. Although the exchange ratio was ugly, the Chaos Hive achieved its goal, which was an unquestionable victory.

While the twisted and mutated incubator was running at full capacity, replenishing the previous losses, the dwarven doctors and pharmacists were busy all day and night. Even with the dwarves' endurance, several of them fainted from exhaustion to prevent further casualties. During this period, due to insufficient medicine, the Tu Wushang who served the Plateau Fort hid underground between the Fortress and the Reflection Fortress, and more than a dozen of them died suddenly before the supply of medicine was barely interrupted.

"It's only now that my people have really started to accept them," Morgrim pointed at the camp of Tu Wushang and his companions, and said with emotion, "They look too much like orcs... Even now, there are still many old stubborn people who insist that they are some kind of greenskin subspecies, and they complain endlessly about His Majesty Barrel's decision to take them in."

When An Jiyue first came to Plateau Castle, he recruited a group of Tu Wushang soldiers, including ordinary Tu Wushang and some ground wolves. After the battle with the Faceless Men, due to the lack of suitable means to transport people back, An Jiyue transferred the Tu Wushang who managed to survive the war to Barrel.

The Tu Wushang looked like particularly skinny orcs. In order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, Barel arranged these Tu Wushang in an abandoned mine near the fortress. In addition to sending people to deliver food and daily necessities regularly, these Tu Wushang were basically free to go. The Tu Wushang also knew that the dwarves didn't like them, so they rarely went out except for hunting and routine patrols of the territory allocated to them. Their presence was extremely weak on weekdays.

"A young officer who has just been assigned to the army is an outsider in this army until he and his men charge together." An Jiyue looked in the direction the dwarf pointed. Thousands of Tu Wushang were curled up in their blankets and sleeping, while a few Tu Wushang were standing guard beside them with sophisticated weapons that were obviously specially customized for them. "Once, only one experience of charging side by side against a rain of arrows will make him one of us."

Tu Wushang's endurance is stronger than that of humans but weaker than that of dwarves. It takes physical energy for them to activate their innate ability to burrow underground, and burrowing underground is an absolute "heavy physical labor" for Tu Wushang, which consumes a lot of physical energy. In order to deliver the urgently needed medicines to the dwarf army, more than a dozen of these "skinny orcs" have to work hard, and the dwarves have seen it all.

When the dwarf army gradually got rid of the influence of the biological poison gas, Tu Wushang, who had taken a short rest, did not return to their mines, but participated in the next action with the silent approval of the dwarves. Relying on their special ability to burrow underground, they continued to explore the cave where the Reflection Fortress was located to ensure that there were no undiscovered hidden passages in the rock formations.

This work lasted until a few hours before An Jiyue's arrival. The good news was that there were no hidden passages, and no Chaos Hives were found to have any intention of digging holes for sneak attacks; the bad news was that Nurgle's corruption was seeping into the rock strata, and after checking the rock samples that Tu Wushang and his men had managed to bring back, the rune blacksmiths accompanying the army unanimously agreed that if left unchecked, the evil power of the Power of Destruction would permanently change the topography of the underground world.

The cave where the Reflection Fortress was located was safe for the time being. When Morgan led the team to reinforce, he deliberately deployed a secondary anchor point here. With the rune stones specially brought by the second batch of reinforcements sent by Plateau Castle, the crazy spread of the Grandfather God's corruption could only stop here. More than one rune blacksmith vaguely heard the disappointed mutter.

"There is a difference between obeying orders because of an oath, and obeying from the heart," Morgrim nodded in agreement, "Anyone can give orders once they are crowned king. But only a king who has proven himself can truly unleash the power of his people... I think this is true not only for dwarves, but also for humans and other races."

"Even elves?" An Jiuyue asked.

"Even elves." Morgrim nodded.

Then the two fell into silence. The followers stood a little further away. Unless there was an emergency, no one would disturb them at this time. After a while, An Jiyue said, "What are the survey results?"

"Through the efforts of the Rock Walkers, we have confirmed that the caverns contain no unknown passages, nor any natural rock cracks; they are simply too solid. This is truly an amazing feat, ma'am. I never thought there could be anything in the world that could frustrate a dwarf in terms of architecture."

"'Rockwalker'?"

"We can't keep calling them 'thin' or 'skinny orcs'. To be honest, their Chinese names are a bit too hard to pronounce," said Morgrim, scratching his head. "So we gave them a new name."

"Well, it doesn't matter. Since there are no potential hidden dangers in the cave, we only need to do a good job of frontal protection," An Jiyue crossed his arms, "The magma will help us get rid of these plague insects."

In response to the Chaos Nest's actions of frantically building up troops in the underground world to prepare for the next round of attack, while at the same time spreading plague-spreading Ark all over the surface, An Jiyue decided to turn the table after repeated considerations - the macroscopic structure of the underground world is similar to an ant nest magnified countless times, and its bottom is not far from the mantle. With just a little operation, it is entirely possible to artificially guide magma to pour into the underground world, and use the fiery energy from the planet itself to solve the Chaos Nest's lair once and for all.

For this reason, the Jiedushi had to bear the pain and use a rare card to recruit a [Du (fourth tone) You]. This is a giant creature living underground, and its appearance is like an earthworm enlarged to several dozen meters long. Therefore, it is also known as the "Earth Dragon King" among the people of Anshi Zhendan.

These giant worms have a violent temper proportional to their size, and adult individuals cannot be tamed. Fortunately, Tu Wushang can occasionally get some newly hatched young Yuyou: with the help of hallucinogenic herbs made from underground plants and fungi, Tu Wushang is able to tame these creatures and make them obey his orders. This process is quite dangerous. The aggressiveness of Yuyou is so strong that even the most experienced Tu Wushang trainer can easily die.

It can be said that behind every successfully tamed worm is the soul of a dozen or so tamers. Of course, all this is worth it. The worm is equivalent to a living shield machine. It can dig tunnels at a very fast speed. At the same time, it will secrete a transparent liquid on its body surface to strengthen the walls of the tunnels. This can bring an extremely amazing tactical advantage in the battle of the underground world. Anshi Zhendan didn't know how much he suffered from this when he conquered Tu Wushang.

When the idea of ​​artificially inducing magma to erupt and flood the underground world came up, An Jiyue immediately thought of this original fantasy creature. The dwarves and the empire both had mechanical equipment for digging tunnels underground, but those things were too primitive and their working efficiency was far from meeting An Jiyue's requirements.

According to the Jiedushi's plan, first she had to find the deepest cave in the underground world, then let Yuyou drill eight holes in the appropriate locations, and then bury eight specially treated high-quality spirit stones that had sealed a [Earth Control Technique] in the cave, and finally activate them at the same time to destroy the structural stability of the strata and let the magma deep in the earth erupt.

The biggest difficulty of the whole plan is that even if the Chaos Nest Clan has not yet taken control of the entire underground world, it is not far from it. An Jiyue must find the most suitable place to dig a hole despite the interference of the enemy, and then calculate the rock stress on the spot, make precise adjustments to the location of the hole, and at the same time ensure that all the spirit stones are activated synchronously...

Especially the last one. If the scale of the magma eruption is to be large enough to flood the entire underground world, not only must the earth control spells sealed in the spirit stone be released at the same time, but the specific working mode of the spells must also be adjusted on the spot. This job can only be done by An Jiyue herself, and no one else can do it for her. In addition, Nurgle will definitely not sit idly by and watch him destroy his new toy that he has finally obtained. With the current level of corruption in the underground world, the grandfather god can already do a lot of things.

Hearing An Jiyue talking about her plan, Mogrim hesitated for a moment and said, "No offense, ma'am, how can you ensure that your plan will not get out of control? The power of nature is stronger than the most powerful spell."

"I know very well that I am taking a risk, Mogrim. The battle situation on the surface seems to have the upper hand, but in fact it has always been on the verge of a devastating defeat. I must solve the troubles in the underground world as soon as possible and prevent the plague insects from endlessly increasing their power. At the very least, I have to severely damage them. Then I can free up my hands and solve the troubles on the surface battlefield with Morgan," An Jiyue said, "Of course, now I seem to have a more secure choice."

"What exactly do you mean, ma'am?"

"Something is calling me from the depths of the underground world... Don't look at me like that. There is no existence in this world that can invade my mind. 'The Whisper of the Devil' is a joke to me," An Jiyue replied, "My psychic power tells me that it is a benevolent existence. He hopes that I can find Him, and He promises to help."

"Be careful, ma'am," Morgrim said seriously, "a liar won't say he's a liar."

"You can rest assured about this aspect. I can't even trust my best friend completely, let alone a thing whose true form I don't even know." An Jiyue shook her head: "I'm glad I brought this with me."

The governor turned around and looked back. The mind engine that Dustan had seized from the ninjas loyal to William was quietly suspended about half a meter above the ground. "Add this," the girl glanced at Nishikori Shigeru, and the deputy commander immediately presented an exquisite wooden box with both hands, "Even if there is a trap that can hide from my psychic perception, I can still kill it."

An Jiyue opened the wooden box, revealing a bronze figure about 15 centimeters long from head to toe. The bronze figure looked like a mighty Aurora general, holding a miniature iron mace in each hand that matched its size.

"None of these things look like weapons," Morgrim said truthfully.

"Do I look dangerous?" An Jiyue asked in return, "For those who don't know me and haven't heard of me, will they determine that I am a dangerous person just based on their first impression?"

"Okay, okay," Morgrim said repeatedly, "then at least allow me to bring people to protect your safety, lady."

"I will conduct a reconnaissance first. I don't need to bring any guards. Bringing others will hinder me," An Jiyue did not directly reject the proposal. "Then I will decide whether to bring the army based on the results of the reconnaissance."

"I can't seem to find a reason to object, ma'am."

"I'm leaving first," An Jiyue waved her hand, "Put up the barrier stones I gave you as soon as possible. In the worst case, we may need to rely on these things to block the surging magma."

"Yes."

An Jiyue waved to Jin Zhifan, but when she was about to leave, she suddenly froze in place.

"Ma'am?" Morgrim asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

"I need to postpone it for half an hour, no, let's say an hour. I will set off in an hour," An Jiyue came back to her senses and nodded to Mogrim, "Is there a quiet room here?"

Ms. Youyue's request was immediately met. Since there were 50,000 dwarves crammed into the fortress, not even a slightly quiet corner could be found, and the dwarves were extremely rigid, in the end Mogrim simply called a flatbed truck pulled by yaks and sent An Jiyue and Jin Zhishi to the village outside the fortress.

This place was originally a gathering place for cavemen who had defected to An's Zhendan, and there lived hundreds of cavemen who were naturally immune to [Cultivation]. They basically responded to Kagu's call and swore allegiance in exchange for the protection of the two Jiedushi. When the Chaos Nest attacked the fortress before, Mogrim arranged for the cavemen to evacuate to Plateau Fort in advance, and these people are still in Plateau Fort.

The dwarf driving the ox cart brought An Jiuyue directly to the largest house in the village. Only when she pushed open the door and walked in did the girl realize that this was actually a temple, where a string of knots symbolizing the rift worm was enshrined.

There were no chairs or similar things in the room, only a few cushions placed closest to the knot. An Jiyue picked one and sat on it, but she couldn't help but frown at the rough texture that pricked her.

Nishikori Shigeru looked at her silently, then took off his coat, folded it and put it on another cushion: "General Jie, please use it."

An Jiyue shook her head and subconsciously wanted to use earth control to create a stone bench. The next moment, the thin, almost non-existent magical wind in the air reminded the governor that she was not on the surface at this time.

So she had no choice but to accept the kindness of her maid.

[Group leader #An Jiyue: So, the food supply problem in Kewangbao has finally been solved? ]

[Aiwen de Richelieu: I have already asked this time traveler to go with me. I can see that he is not very willing to go with us. However, he may be worried that he will offend us if he refuses. In the end, he still expressed his determination to obey the organization's arrangements.]

[Evan de Richelieu: "Resolutely obey the organization's arrangements" are his original words. 】

【Dustan o Falcon: ←_←Apart from us, there is finally a decent golden finger. 】

[Administrator #Xiao Yiyue: Caffrey's cheat code is still very powerful, but it's a pity that it's too weak. ]

[Bing Ruolan: So this guy named Chen Jianjun, wow, what a name that has a sense of age. His golden finger is from the Empire Era? Which generation exactly?]