These big shots are actually me - #129 - Chapter 129

For example, carefully check why he was wandering around the sea capital not long ago? ? ?

After shaking his head, Mozo dismissed these troublesome thoughts and forced himself to think carefully about what he should do for a while.

First, he had to ensure that the Merchant Alliance troops in Nuremberg would not immediately chase him out.

The shocking fall of the slave workers did completely defeat Nuremberg, but it did not defeat the Merchant Alliance’s army.

The slave owners headed by the Archduke of Nuremberg may have died, but the armies of the merchant alliance still maintained a fairly complete organization and even airships used for pursuit.

After all, the slave workers only dug down the city walls, the main city, and their mines, and the rest, such as several large military camps outside the city and the garrison barracks inside the city, were basically still there.

This situation was caused by the lack of time and the fact that the slave workers did not want to implicate the poor who took refuge in Nuremberg.

Therefore, as long as the garrison starts to pursue, not to mention all the slave workers here will be killed, at least 70% to 80% will be killed!

And if they don’t dare to pursue them, it’s just pulling the skin of a tiger.

As for whose tiger skin to pull, there is no need to think too much.

After Mozo took a deep breath, he shouted to the slave workers who were moving forward:

“Please sing with me! My friends, you must sing with me! Don’t stop, just keep walking forward, but you must sing!”

After speaking, Mozo stood on a high place and sang the ancient melody loudly.

It was an ancient song sung by the elves in ancient times to praise the Sun King and the Twin Sacred Trees.

It was also one of the few Elf songs that Mozo could really sing. After all, it was the one he listened to the most among the Sun King’s dream operas.

Other than that, he can only say that he has heard it, but he really doesn’t know how to sing it.

As Mozo’s voice sounded, the slave workers below also followed Mozo’s voice and sang the “Ode to Light” that once resounded across the entire continent.

It was an extremely high-spirited and graceful tone. Thanks to the profound cultural heritage and composition skills of the elves, even if the slave workers did not have the unique ethereal tone of the elves, they sang this “Ode to Light” as magnificent and epic as it should be.

It seems that from the beginning, the elves thought of teaching this hymn dedicated to the king and the sacred tree to others.

Because hundreds of thousands of slave workers sang in unison, this ancient song even burst out with a different kind of beauty and shock.

Although there is a lot of distortion, it is very impactful!

At least it sounded unusually intimidating to the merchant alliance army who had been fooled by the elves!

But this is not enough. The distance between the two sides is too far. Even the chorus of hundreds of thousands of people may not be heard by the soldiers of the Merchant Alliance in Nuremberg.

So while Mozo shamelessly led the slave workers to sing a hymn in praise of himself and the holy tree, he quietly took out a pure white scale:

“Amplify our chorus!”

After being taken out, Chun Tianping immediately recognized what Mo Zuo and the others were singing.

“Oh, is it actually “Ode to Light”? I haven’t heard this song for many years. After the Sun King passed away, the elves stopped singing this ancient and epic song. Even they He even took the initiative to destroy the related music score. I’m afraid not many people know this song now.”

“Okay, okay, don’t look at me like that. If you want me to do something, you have to give me money first! It’s hard for me to help you if you don’t give me money!”

Mo Zuo could only twitch the corner of his mouth, then leaned forward and whispered:

“The Sun King often rests on La’s lap and listens to La singing. This is the Sun King’s greatest enjoyment.”

“What the hell?! You know all this???”

“Don’t worry about how you know it, just take the money and do something for me!”

“Don’t worry, I guarantee that this little thing will be taken care of for you! Amplify the chorus, right? No problem!”

Mozo no longer paid attention to the pure white scale, but stuffed it into a bag and continued to sing.

At the same time, the transaction between Mo Zuo and Chun Tian Ping was completed.

A powerful spiritual creature passed by here because it wanted to deliver a letter. It was deeply attracted by this ancient song that it was once very familiar with but has never heard again.

After half a sound, it felt great pleasure and began to vibrate its wings crazily, causing the chorus of slave workers to sweep around at an incredible speed.

There’s nothing threatening or destructive about that, but that’s just physics. Psychologically, it’s another story.

In Nuremberg, which collapsed, most of the poor people panicked and hid in the open space because they did not know the goodwill of the slave workers. They did not understand what happened. As ordinary people, they could only be confused and panicked. The suffering is waiting for the name to come to an end.

The soldiers and officers were running wildly, either confirming their weapons readiness or trying to explore the collapsed pit.

But they soon gave up exploring the pit because it was too deep!

If an ordinary person fell down, he would definitely die without a body intact. And as time went by, the demigods and senior officers gradually took control of the situation.

They gathered the scattered troops and weapons as much as possible.

And they were all baffled as to what had happened.

When the Great Collapse of Nuremberg began, they all thought that the elves were attacking. This made many soldiers and even demigods prepare to run away or surrender after seeing the city wall collapse.

But the weird thing is that the main city is destroyed, so why don’t we see the army of elves?

However, soon soldiers taking off in airships reported that they had discovered a large number of slave workers escaping in the distance.

No one cared about this at first because they were too busy taking care of themselves. But he quickly reacted intelligently.

“The mine tunnels of the slave workers have collapsed, so why are there so many slave workers running out?”

This sentence reminded others, and someone immediately replied with a livid face:

“Unless they knew it! No, that’s what they did! Those slaves hollowed out the ground in Nuremberg!”

This is not a hard guess answer. Unless all the slave workers died in the mine, anyone who saw so many slave workers escaping would have reacted.

Such an answer immediately made the superior officers and demigods fall into rage.

Because the slave workers not only dug out Nuremberg, the last strong city in the eastern part of the Merchant Alliance, but they also dug up the largest mine in the eastern part of the Merchant Alliance!

The latter is an even more unacceptable loss than the former. If Nuremberg is gone, there is at least hope of getting it back, but if the mine is gone, not only is their money really wasted, but even the illusion of getting it back is gone!

How dare a bunch of damn slaves cut off their wealth!

You must know that those who will rush to support Nuremberg are basically those who have business cooperation with Nuremberg and even own shares! The rest, such as the southern part of the Merchant Alliance, which has its own giant mineral veins, and the large number of principalities in the northern part of the Merchant Alliance basically only provide money but no troops.

The nobles in the north and south were eager for the east to fail so that they would have one less competitor.

If they weren’t worried about dying, they wouldn’t even give out the money!

But now that the interests of this group of vested interests are completely gone, how can they tolerate this?

So after understanding that they were not elves but slaves, they angrily called the troops to board the airship immediately.

The road on the ground is completely cut off, but they still have a considerable number of airships to pursue!

There are even several large military camps outside the city that can be hunted down on the ground!

A group of slaves with only pickaxes, but they have no fear at all.

Even though this group of slaves had just destroyed Nuremberg and their wealth. Moreover, they urgently need the heads of this group of slaves. In this case, those whose relationship is not strong enough can use this general to offset their merits, while those whose relationship is strong enough can gain a record for themselves.

But when the officers were urging the troops to board the airship with great satisfaction.

They just heard a long and high-spirited tune.

Such a sudden change made everyone’s movements stop.

Who is singing? And singing so loudly? !

Both soldiers and officers looked up blankly, looking for the source of the sound.

Of course, there are also impatient officers who, after listening for a while and hearing nothing, urge the troops to board the boats again to pursue the slave workers.

But they were the ones exiting, and a knowledgeable noble officer stopped them with a look of disbelief:

“Don’t be impulsive! This is the song of elves! It’s also the language of ancient elves!”

“Elves?!”

The merchant alliance soldiers, who had been suppressed and beaten by the elves, suddenly withered.

The officers were also in a state of hesitation. They needed the heads of the slaves. Whether it was for meritorious service or revenge, they needed to do something quickly. The pot that is defeated without a fight is too fatal.

But the sudden sound of the elf’s song is really scary.

For example, maybe this big collapse was not done by slave workers, but by elves?

Wouldn’t it be in vain to catch up? !

After a long time, the soldiers turned their eyes to the officers, and the officers looked to the demigods.

When the life or death of the Grand Duke of Nuremberg was unknown, it was natural for the demigods to make the decision.

The demigods were also frightened by this melodious singing.

As demigods and demigods from noble families, they know more than ordinary elite nobles and even university professors.

So not only did they know that this was the ancient Elvish language, but they also knew what it was singing!

This is “Ode to Light”! “Ode to Light” in praise of the Sun King and the Two Sacred Trees!

The most terrible thing is that they all know that the elves sealed the “Song of Light” after the death of the Sun King!

181 Guidance from the Twin Sacred Trees (4k)

Over time, “Song of Light” has basically become a legend. It can be said that even the most knowledgeable university professors may not know how to sing “Ode to Light”.

At most, like them, they only know a few lyrics. As for the melody, they have no idea at all.

And what about the sound at this moment? Not only did it sing the lyrics of “Ode to Light” that they knew, but it also sang the melody.

They didn’t think it was someone who made up the tune based on the lyrics, because it was so elf-like!

What’s more, this area is occupied by elves!

So they were really scared. If it were just an army of elves, maybe they would really dare to fight, or at least act like they dared to fight. Otherwise, where would the family’s face be? Where is the dignity of a demigod?

And if the Sun King is involved, then they really don’t want to get involved. As demigods, they could run away if they faced the elves, but they couldn’t tell if they faced the king.

So after a brief hesitation, they saw the answer in each other’s eyes.

Immediately they said to the officers:

“The Duke and so many nobles are still buried under the main city! Don’t worry about those worthless slaves for now, go to the main city to save people!”

“The mines are gone, why are you still chasing slaves? It’s more important to save people!”

In this way, with the tacit understanding of the demigods, the officers and soldiers also had reasonable reasons to exit the airship.

The elves were really too scary. They really didn’t dare to leave the fortified city and fight with the elves in the wild. After all, everyone who had done this before was basically dead.

So after the chorus of the slave workers sounded, everyone from the demigods to the soldiers followed their hearts.

Even the airship that took off earlier landed quickly.

I was afraid that I would fly too high and be shot down as a living target.

Mozo on the other side also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing all the airships that had taken off earlier fall down, and stopped asking the slave workers to continue singing “Ode to Light”.

In fact, if possible, Mozo really wouldn’t want to sing such an intriguing ancient ballad, but there is no way, this is the only elf ballad he knows.

And if he didn’t choose this one, he would be worried that the group of demigods would rush out just to show off.

When the time comes, the slaves who are weak on the outside and weak on the inside will not be able to stop the demigods from leading the army to massacre.

This is a necessary choice.

Mozo was not a person who would sigh over the past, so after confirming that the Merchant Alliance army would not pursue him, he turned around and led the slave workers to the elf-occupied area.

But what Mo Zuo doesn’t know is that Pure White Scale does like to take advantage, but it still has basic principles. The knowledge that Mo Zuo exchanged in desperation was of a very cunning and secret kind. Although this kind of lace knowledge could not achieve anything too outrageous, the effect of just amplifying it was beyond imagination.

Therefore, the “Ode to Light” sung by the slave workers was not only heard in Nuremberg. The elves heard it too.

Countless emerald-green warships parked in the sky.

The elves, who coexisted with elegance and prowess, all walked to the deck in surprise.

They all closed their eyes and ears and listened carefully to ancient songs that many of them had never really heard.

Even among the elves, “Song of Light” is something that has never been heard of for a long time.

The iron bank saint Lola Lisi, who had already contacted the elves and docked the airship, also came to the deck with the three high elven lords after hearing the melodious song.

Listening to this somewhat awkward but extremely beautiful song, Laura Ritz said uncertainly:

“Is this what it is?”

The person who answered her was not the three high lords of the elves. They were looking at the direction of the sound with eyes filled with memories. There was clearly visible loneliness and sadness in his expression.