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The number of billions shocked many people. Based on the mathematical foundation of this world, many people even couldn't count the number of billions representing. They whispered and talked about it and finally figured it out that it was a hundred times that of ten million.

"Impossible, you coward, you escaped at the last minute, every word you say is unreliable." An official from the Southern Principality jumped out and severely accused Alexson.

Because Alexson escaped at the last minute, everyone took all the blame for the fall of Moticheng on him. There were many children of powerful officials in Moticheng, and these people hated him to death.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Magicians and have the right to make independent decisions. I am responsible for the entire Magicians. The decision to retreat is based on the judgment of the battlefield situation. It is not your turn to comment. As for the coward? I voluntarily return to Motitan City to inquire about the authenticity of the situation sent by Hoples. If anyone is not satisfied with slandering me at will, don't blame me for being rude."

Alexson slammed his staff, and the magic power on his body surged out. The magician following him also glared at him, collectively releasing his magic power to express his dissatisfaction.

Suddenly no one dared to pull this pain again. Alexson expressed his intention to return to Motien City, which was enough to cleanse his cowardly shame. If he was not persistent, he was really not afraid of him hitting people. The magician's status was transcendent. If he was beaten up, he would not be able to seek justice even if he pulled out the great master.

"Okay, OK." The grand duke waved his hand in the seat and comforted him: "There is no need to act voluntarily. They are just feeling so sad and too excited. Alexson, you did the right thing and reserved the magician group for us. As for returning to Moti City, don't say anything. You can't take this risk."

When he said this, the look on the grand duke's face was also sad. The heir he had carefully cultivated was also lost in Motien City, while the useless second son escaped.

Akaros not only escaped himself, but also rode all his brother's griffin away without leaving any of them. Hopley will lose Moti City, and his second son will be the most responsible.

But what can I do? Kill him? Then I may lose two sons. Fortunately, Hopley just sent back the message not long ago, otherwise he would have been so sad.

Alexson shook his head: "No, I have to go. The undead have occupied Motitan City and have sufficient preparation time. If they want to hide anything, others will not be able to see it even if they go. And only I can confirm one thing, whether Hoples is really alive."

"Is it really alive? What does it mean? Didn't he send us a message? Can he send a message even if he dies?" someone said in confusion.

"Don't forget what our enemies are. They can really die before sending you a message." Alexson looked at the person talking with a look of looking at the bun. Most of the people present were still looking at the problem with inertial thinking, and they were completely unaware of what the undead creatures mean.

In this way, Alexson took a few bold followers and embarked on the road to Motien City. Before leaving, he asked the Grand Duke to write a code word on the note, sealed it and handed it over to himself.

If you can't recite the code words on the paper when you come back, even if you say it in a mess, don't believe anything he said.

The grand duke was puzzled, but hesitated to do so. When he handed him the note, he asked hesitantly: "Is it necessary?"

"It is very necessary that the undead are masters of soul manipulation. If they are controlled, don't believe any expression." Alexson said cautiously.

"Oh, we still have too little knowledge of undead creatures. Do they really have so many billions?" asked the Grand Duke. He asked the officials from the Finance Department for a long time before he figured out how much the billions were.

The annual fiscal revenue of the Southern Principality is only about 10 million, and the people with steel bone collars have more than 100 times more money than the Southern Principality. Moreover, these "people" don't have to pay for their work, so they envy him so much.

Alexson shook his head and suddenly leaned into the ear of the grand duke and said, "Duke, it's not that we don't understand undead creatures. Hundreds of years ago, undead creatures should have penetrated into all aspects of our lives and were everywhere. However, over the past few hundred years, all the records have disappeared inexplicably, including the library in your Duke's Mansion. I'm sure that those disappearing records are artificial, and the purpose is to erase our understanding of undead creatures."

The grand duke took a deep breath, but the expression on his face did not change, and he didn't even change his seat. Instead, he deliberately increased his voice: "Go, I will take good care of your family, don't worry."

The Grand Duke's answer was inappropriate, and Alexson immediately knew that he understood. Someone was tampering with the records, and even the Duke's Mansion could not be spared, which meant that something had been infiltrated in the Duke's Mansion, and the conversation between them could not be revealed, so as not to alarm the other party.

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Alicson, who rode a griffin to the front line and changed his horse to Moticheng, was shocked to find that Moticheng had completely changed.

Moticheng is a fortress deliberately targeting the steel collar. Its south wall is thirty or forty meters, while the north wall is only less than seven or eight meters, and it has almost no defense.

The swordsmen in this world have the ability to jump seven or eight meters at will.

However, the north wall presented in front of Alexson has now become a 40 or 50 meters wall, even more magnificent than the south. A strange machine continuously hangs a gray soil on the top of the wall and pours it on it.

Under the city wall, countless skeletons lined up, transporting loess, gravel, plaster, and water continuously into a strange large cylinder with a trolley with only one wheel.

There is a footing on the surface of the large cylinder. Dozens of skeletons are stepping on it, constantly stepping on the large cylinder and turning in the same direction, turning and turning in the opposite direction. The opening of the large cylinder spits out a mud that is completely different from loess, sand and plaster.

The scene in front of him made Elroxon's eyes unable to turn away, and he did not notice Hoples who came to greet him.

When Hoples received the news that Alexson was coming to Motel City, he had been waiting aside early, otherwise he would have been surrounded by the skeletons if he could not reach this distance.

Seeing Alexson staring at the big cylinder intently, Hoples felt relieved and said in his heart: There are times when you are so ignorant.

I couldn't help but start explaining: "That's a human-powered cement mixer, specially used to mix cement."

"Cement?" The unheard of terms made Alexson confused. As the group with the richest amount of knowledge, there is something that he had never heard of before?

This word made the little bit of secret pleasure in Hoples's heart disappear, and he said with a bitter face: "It's a kind of building material that builds the city wall to such a high height in half a month."

"Puff! Half a month? This wall was built within half a month?" Alixson was dumbfounded, but immediately realized that Moti City had fallen for less than a month, and even if it was built within a month, it would be a terrifying thing.
Chapter completed!