Chapter Fifty-Five: Preparations

  Although the Parliament City has declared war on Thunderhorn, in fact, the Parliament City has not sent out any troops at present. After all, their battle object is not ordinary demons, and various necessary preparations are still needed.

  Compared to the Thunder Bluff's autocratic rule, the Council of the City has a very cumbersome process for war. All kinds of war materials need to be approved by the city council before they can be implemented. As a parliamentary city, various interests will entangle and hinder them, delaying the opportunity to start the war.

  Raiden Cliff, not planning to take the initiative to attack, defended near Robito and continuously built defensive facilities and a large number of traps to make up for the insufficient combat power of the demon army. Since Raiden Cliff basically did not plan to have a large-scale conflict with the Sault people of Eran, some defensive tools were kept at a relatively low level.

  Currently, some guardian equipment is being produced, as well as replacement armor and weapons for the frontline monster army. As a result, the export of arms from Thunder Cliff has decreased, affecting trade in many Sart villages, which has led to some dissatisfaction among them towards the Council City that initiated this war.

  The defensive line was chosen near Lobito not only because it is the only way for the Council City to go to Thunder Cliff, but also because there are some cave assassins and some not very powerful but very troublesome demons nearby, which gives the demon army a good environmental advantage.

  They can replenish some troops on the spot during battles. Although they have not undergone training, it is enough to use them as cannon fodder with the dwarves.

  Just as both sides were preparing for battle, Mo Yan began to worry. His worry was not because of this meaningless war, but because the internal combustion engine he made was a complete waste. The original plan was to use ethanol as fuel for the internal combustion engine, which could work for a while at the beginning of the experiment, but it broke down after a while, and using ethanol as fuel was a bit too forced.

  Moreover, Mo Yan incorrectly estimated the yield of alcohol, and the method of purifying alcohol with glassware obviously cannot form a certain output. The amount of grain collected is also far lower than expected, making it impossible for the internal combustion engine to be used as a power source.

  After expending so much effort, resolving the issue of no rubber, and having Riesz use plastic magic to create glassware, it ended up like this. Mo Yan felt that he had wasted all his time. Fortunately, while teaching the dwarves, Mo Yan also managed to create a steam engine.

  This thing can barely make do, if the production of steel can be increased, it's possible to build a steam train or something, and Elan still has a lot of coal resources. Although he doesn't know how the train is structured, Mo Yan believes that with his own intelligence, he should be able to figure it out. After all, he used to major in mechanics, and steam engines are already last century's thing.

  Just as Mo Yan was sulking in his villa, depressed by the failure of his internal combustion engine, Hei Long returned from his hunting trip. Not only that, he also brought back a flock of creatures with bird wings and legs, human torso and head, known to the Sart people as "Ren Mian Niao" (Human-faced Birds). Hundreds of Human-faced Birds followed Hei Long in a grand spectacle, making the sky above Lei Deng Cliff lively.

  "What's all the noise?" Mo Yan, who was carving a statue with his knife and trying to shift his attention, heard the sudden loud bird chirps and irritably said: "Let the city-guarding goblins shoot down those birds for me! I'm busy!"

  "Hei Long is back." Vivian, who was standing idly by watching Mo Yan carve, walked to the window and looked out at the sky, saying: "And he's brought a lot of magical creatures that look like birds with him."

  "Qiongzi?" Mo Yan came to the window and looked at the bird with a human face in the sky, who was not wearing any clothes except for feathers. He said with some surprise: "Are these Qiongzi's sisters? Several hundred at once, it's really worthy of being a dragon. It seems that another subspecies of dragon will appear on the mainland." At this time, the black dragon seemed to have arranged the bird with a human face and flew towards Mo Yan's villa.

  "Go take a look." Mo Yan casually tossed the engraving knife in his hand to one side, no longer paying attention to the half-finished carving, and said: "These demons can actually become quite good aerial forces."

  "Master! Master!" Transformed into a human form, Jones rushed into Mo Yan's villa, running and jumping in the room, her white feet making loud noises on the wooden floor.

  "I'm here." Mo Yan replied somewhat helplessly to Jones' shout, "And stop running around in the house. You'll wear out the floorboards."

  Upon hearing Mo Yan's response, the sound of footsteps immediately drew closer to the second floor where Mo Yan was. As Mo Yan walked into his office, Jones, who had run up from the stairs, suddenly pounced into Mo Yan's arms and rubbed her head against his chest, saying "Did you miss me, Master?"

  "No!" Mo Yan pushed Jones out of his arms and said bluntly, feeling very annoyed by Jones' behavior. As a straightforward male, Mo Yan found it hard to accept Jones' intimate actions. He had let Jones go watch the Second Legion's hunt precisely to get away from Jones' morning and evening hugs!

  "Master, are you angry?" Looking at Mo Yan's behavior, a glimmer of tears appeared in Qiong's eyes, making her look pitiful. However, it was clear that such tactics were no longer effective against Mo Yan, who had already seen through Heilong's acting skills, and this kind of pretending to be pitiful could be said to be Heilong's usual behavior.

  "Alright." However, although he understood the situation, Mo Yan couldn't help but feel a little helpless as he said to Jones, who had an adorable appearance: "There's just a tiny bit, just one little thought. Especially when war is about to break out, having a black dragon helping out would be very convenient."

  "Hehe, I love Master the most!" Upon hearing what he wanted to hear, the tears in Jones' eyes quickly disappeared into the end of the galaxy, and he pounced on Mo Yan again.

  "I've said it many times! Don't casually hug me!" Mo Yan pressed down on Jones' head, who had pounced over, and kept her at arm's length as he said: "Also, explain to me what's going on with those naked monsters outside? They're flying around in the sky without a stitch of clothing, it's really affecting the cityscape of Lei Dun Cliff!"

  "Those are the bird-faced people I found in the mountains to the north." Jones, who was being held down by Mo Yan, somewhat unwillingly gave up on the idea of pouncing into Mo Yan's arms again and replied: "When the Second Legion was preparing for battle in the swamp, I went to a mountain to take a stroll, and just happened to remember what you said, Master - that there were no flying magical creatures at Thunder Cliff. So I took the opportunity to capture and subdue their queen."

  "You're the flying demon, aren't you?" Mo Yan looked at Jones with a pleased expression and smiled, saying: "If I had a human-faced bird, what would I need a black dragon for?"

  "It's not a demon!" Jones said indignantly in response to Mo Yan's words, "As the greatest long-lived species on the Hill continent, how can those bird-faced creatures be compared to the dragon tribe! I'll go burn them to death right now! The Thunder Ridge only needs the protection of the dragon tribe!"

  "Come back." Mo Yan pulled Jones, who was running outside, and patted her head with a smile: "Since you've brought them all back, it's a waste to burn them to death. After all, you can't be in Thunder Ridge every day, so Thunder Ridge is indeed lacking in flying magical creatures. Although there isn't enough time for training, they should still be able to do some simple things. This time, it's your credit."

  "Ah ah..." Jones closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch on his head, like a small animal savoring the affectionate caress... sometimes he really acted like a pet (positioned as a pet, roughly)...

  The Council of the City was unaware of the black dragon's presence in Thunder Cliff, or perhaps their luck was just not good enough. They had also sent other spies to Thunder Cliff to gather information about its strength, but they all coincidentally missed the appearance of the black dragon.

  In later inquiries, although also learned that there was once a black dragon appeared message, but do not know this black dragon has been subject to Mo Yan. And know these residents of Thunder Cliff, also passed out some messages to the outside, but perhaps because of the cruel joke of fate, these messages all cleverly bypassed the ears of the Council City.

  This greatly underestimated the combat power of Thundercliff, if they knew about the existence of the Thunder Black Dragon. They would never have been so reckless as to declare war on Thundercliff, after all, the power of a single black dragon was enough to break everything, with various powerful magic and impenetrable scales, it would be an absolute nightmare for an army without specialized anti-dragon weapons.

  The die has been cast, and even if the Parliament of Cities were to learn of this news, they would be unable to stop it. Otherwise, they would become a laughing stock throughout Elenia, and might even cause the Temple of War to abandon this cowardly city. In any case, the outcome of this war was already decided before it had even begun.

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