Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 911: Ants

Ont proved to be a big boy. Fei Lin couldn't help but plead a few times, and she would lose her armor if she scratched her body three or two times with her breath. He completely forgot what he had just said, and a moment later, he had already built a crooked snowman with Ferlyn. The two of them used the withered branches they picked up as hands. Fei Lin found two red fruits from somewhere and put them on the snowman's head, turning them into eyes.

I don't know who started it, but after the two of them finished building the snowman, they started to play snowballs.

Alan sat by the carriage door, his legs swaying left and right. He bit a yellowed grass root and looked at the two people who were fighting. "I remember when I was young, it snowed heavily one winter night. I was very excited and looked forward to the dawn with great difficulty. I ran out to build such a snowman without caring about food. As a result, the snowman was not finished and was instead beaten by my mother."

"Oh?" Belmord chuckled and said, "Ms. Lanny was right. Ten years ago, the radiation on the surface was quite severe. Especially the radiation snow. It's a deadly substance. If I had to beat you up, I would have beaten you up as well."

"At that time, he was still young, how could he know so much? Why did he think this snow was so beautiful?" Why did the heavens snow so much, and where did they come from? I was both angry and annoyed that the snowman hadn't been built that day. Sometimes, I'm very stubborn. I don't cry even after being beaten by my mother, so I just hold my breath. Afterwards, my mother had no choice but to say that she would make a snowman with me next year before I cried.

Alan raised his head to look at the white sky. "The next year, before we could make a snowman, the predators came. And then, everything changed."

Belmord looked at him and slowly lowered his gaze.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Alan looked at his first follower. "Have you read the news from Dark Blade?"

"I know everything I need to know." Belmord nodded.

"I know as much as you do," laughed Alan.

Belmord spread out his hands, as if he didn't say anything. Alan restrained his smile and said seriously, "Rackett is recruiting."

Everyone knew about this, but the news that Dark Blade had sent back was not the 3,000 troops that had been spread out earlier. According to Dark Blade's information, the current number of troops in Mountain City had already reached 5,000, or even more. For an Earl, building a legion of 5,000 people was already beyond his authority and ability. The empire had strict restrictions on the Jazz Private Army to prevent Lords from becoming self-respecting.

Five thousand private troops, that was already the formation of the Marquis Army. Furthermore, although Shan City was not poor, it was still far from being rich. Even if Rackett could afford to support this 5,000 strong army in a short period of time, he would definitely exhaust the wealth of Mountain City in less than half a year.

But now, Rackett was clearly able to withstand it. Not only did they buy food wantonly, but the weapons workshop in Mountain City also worked day and night to make equipment for the army. Edward's Dark Blade in Mountain City found out a shocking piece of news. Rackett had used some secret methods to buy a batch of warhorses, enough to equip a cavalry army of two thousand men.

Such an army, if not for its high-end combat power, would be enough to sweep through several territories, including Allen's.

"The old count has great ambitions." "He could endure it," said Belmord with a faint smile. "He endured it for half a year. And I heard that Hoey's son had gone to Mountain City to make trouble for him not long ago. Luckily, Rackett still smiled and gave Ark Harbor a compensation for being late."

"Are you not ambitious? Did you see the news about Dark Blade? It was said that there were more than humans in the barracks. Rackett had set up an independent camp to prevent outsiders from appearing within a hundred meters of the camp. It took Dark Blade quite a bit of effort to find out that there were outsiders in the independent camp." Alan narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course it's the outsiders from Heaven's Planet."

"Shadow Duchy?" Belmord frowned. "Does Rackett still want to rebel against the empire? No matter how ambitious he is, working with Shadow Park is no different from fighting against the empire. He is a tiny Earl of the South who can afford the wrath of the Empire's Emperor, Thunder?"

"Who knows? Perhaps he's bold. Perhaps he's not willing, or both?" Allen laughed, "But if there are traces of outsider activity, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be any experts from the Shadow Duchy in Mountain City."

"Then it won't be that easy to kill Rackett." Belmord tried asking, "Why don't you bring Hubble and Laura over?"

"Time doesn't allow. There's no need to talk about it anymore. This time, we're doing the killer business, not facing the enemy head-on. It's easier for the two of us to move. If there are too many people, the target will be too obvious." Alan patted the nearby King Chi and said, "I have nothing to worry about. The empire is not a vegetarian. Even if Shadow Duchy cooperates with Lecter, he does not dare to openly transfer over experts of too high a level." Otherwise, the empire would have discovered it long ago, so I bet that the outsider experts in Mountain City won't survive beyond Level 25. The Earl's combat strength was not the Earl of Strength. "To be honest, you're really not my match."

"Besides, I don't think Rackett has that much equipment. He dares to stuff a Level 25 outsider into his territory. That's no longer cooperation. He's trying to lure wolves into his home."

"Earl Rackett has three sons. The outcome must be two lives and one death. Which two lives and which one dies?" Alan seemed to be asking and answering his own questions.

Suddenly, a soft cry sounded.

Their conversation was interrupted and they raised their heads at the same time. It turned out that Ferlyn threw a snowball at Ante, who shrunk his neck and smashed the snowball into Darang's face, who was walking towards them. Snow poured down, and Darang's face was expressionless. It was as if he had accidentally crashed into Ont, who immediately fell to the ground in the snow. Fortunately, the snow was soft and there was nothing wrong with it. Angry, however, Ante propped himself up and looked at Alan. The latter had a smile on his face and did not say anything. Ante frowned and walked away silently.

A smile flashed across Darang's eyes.

"He did it on purpose." Belmord said softly, raising his right hand slightly.

Alan stretched out a finger and gently tapped the back of Belmord's hand without a trace. A ball of black flame quietly dissipated from the latter's palm.

At this moment, Darang made a gesture to help Ante, and the boy snorted and withdrew his hand. Darang wasn't angry either. He smiled and said, "I wasn't paying attention just now. However, I was a little surprised to knock you down with a gentle touch. Little fellow, when you have time, you should practice swordsmanship or exercise your body. What kind of man is it that only knows how to play with girls?"

Although he was talking to Ante, he looked at Alan.

Ellen clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Darang is right. Ante, did you hear that? It would be good to play less with Miss Ferlyn and practice more swords in the future."

Darang scolded "Rice Bucket" in a voice he could hear, but he didn't know who he was referring to. He maintained a flawless smile and waved to Ferlyn, "Uncle Walker is looking for you."

Ferlyn spat out and said, "I see." He then waved his hand at Ante and secretly glanced at the flaming red hair. Unfortunately, that person looked back. The girl immediately jumped up like a cat, then she lowered her head and ran, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Darang narrowed his eyes and looked at everything, but didn't say anything. She nodded to Alan and chased after Ferlyn.

Angry, Ont walked back and kicked Allen. "Why didn't you help me?"

"Why should I help you?" Ellen rolled her eyes at him, "I'm looking for trouble with you. If you have the ability, you can get it back yourself."

Ante snorted, "He's borrowing me to ridicule you. Don't tell me you can't hear him."

Ellen smiled. "Even a little fellow like you can tell. Unless I'm deaf, how can I not hear his little thoughts?"

"Then you can still laugh!"

"Why can't you laugh?" Ellen dug his ears and looked at the snow in the distance. "An ant bit you. Do you have to squeeze it to death?" If so, how small is your equipment. Little things like this can be trampled to death with one foot if you want, so why be angry for one of them? Even the ant thought that it was unique. But it 's still an ant. "

Unte was confused.

On the other side of the camp, Darang and Hunter met. Four or five young mercenaries followed behind Hunter. As if they already knew what Darang was going to do, Hunter deliberately bumped into Darang and said, "Well, those two young masters didn't have a fight with you?"

Dalang smiled and shook his head. Hunter and a few mercenaries were his retreat. If they offended the two nobles and their guards wanted to make a move, they would let Hunter and the others come to an end. Moreover, Ferlyn was at the side. If anything really happened, Watch would have to interfere if he wanted to interfere with his daughter. As a result, he, Darang, wouldn't do anything. At most, the Thousand Birds Mercenary Corps or Walker would suffer.

But the result was beyond his expectations.

The red-haired noble was neither embarrassed nor brave. However, the method of looking for someone to walk down the stairs was like retreating in fear of something.

"It's just two useless fools. Don't worry about it." Darang said casually and looked in the direction of Allen's carriage. Darang smiled coldly and beckoned Hunter and the others to leave.

After a short rest, the caravan continued on its journey. After leaving for an afternoon, the caravan did not find a small forest to rest for the time being until sunset. The forest was cleared for caravans and mercenary groups to rest. Night soon fell, and through the campfire one could see that the world was pitch black. It was so dark that not a single star could be seen. This kind of weather was always depressing.

Darang assigned the vigil staff according to Walker's instructions. He was responsible for keeping watch late at night, so he went back to the tent to rest. Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, he felt the ground tremble.

Regular vibrations!

Horse hooves on the ground!