"You should divide the zones into different areas...... Magicians shouldn't be receiving relief supplies with civilians......" A young man in a magic robe, standing beside the soldiers distributing rations, persuaded with great pain.

The soldier took the table of the population count and glanced impatiently at the idiot who had been nagging here since morning: "Get out of the way!" If you talk nonsense, I'll blow your head out! Venerable Magician! Depend on! ”

The young magician's face turned red from the series of swear words, but he couldn't hold back anything else for a while.

Because he really didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, after all, there were some real Iran Hill soldiers with assault rifles hanging around.

These soldiers had a natural psychological advantage, and they fought from Veronsa to the Holy Demon Empire, from the Holy Demon Empire to the Eternal Empire, and then from the Eternal Empire to the Puppet Empire, all the way to Brokeland here and now.

None of the tens of millions of puppet empire troops stopped Ellan Hill's southward march, so where would the remaining remnants of the defeated army dare to rebel?

If they had the courage to fight, they wouldn't have surrendered, would they?

The soldiers' scolding attracted the favor of many puppet empire civilians. Not everyone in the puppet empire has a talent for magic, and there are certainly civilians here, but they have always lived under the oppression of magicians.

Now, those high magicians seem to have no privileges. They could only queue up with the civilians to get the very good-tasting expired Bud mustard.

Today's Bude mustard is no longer a rare good thing, because the military also stores a lot of pickles that are about to expire or have expired for a while, and finally Burkland's relief supplies have become an expired food distribution.

"This is our local tradition......" The magician, who didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, lowered his voice and whispered a word of defense.

He didn't continue to make noise, so neither did the soldiers of Iran Hill pay attention to the chattering fool.

In the third hour of the occupation of Brocrane, the army's food supplies were delivered outside the city, and the residents of Broclan, who had been impoverished by the war, finally ushered in their new hope at this moment.

The Burklands, who had received the food, soon became obedient like sheep. They didn't want to fight for a long time, and now it's a blessing for them to live and see the war end.

As for the arrogance of the magician...... Then let the magicians themselves be proud. Although Ellen Hill no longer emphasizes the difference between magicians and mortals, the estrangement between the two sides is still deep-rooted.

It is estimated that at least until the end of the demon war, this estrangement will gradually fade and eventually disappear.

In the distance, a heavily armed commander in a bulletproof vest leaned against the turret hatch and watched from a downsed look at some of the men in mage's robes as they passed by the armored vehicle, bowing their heads to him.

For this country, the war has broken their backbone. The successive failures have shattered the self-esteem of the majority of the people, and the few who remain ...... There is no way to express their stubbornness and courage now.

In another smoke-filled neighborhood, the soldiers of Ellan Hill were armed, apparently not as pleasant as the soldiers just now.

The soldiers had just annihilated a group of puppet imperial magicians who wanted to resist, and they formed a line of defense in the streets, and finally armored vehicles and helicopters joined the circle, and the battle was quickly over.

About 200 mages and recalcitrant city guard soldiers surrounded the streets, several buildings collapsed, and the corpses of men in armor and mage's robes were scattered all over the floor.

"Let Captain Hills come here! Organize 10 clean-up troops to investigate along this block! A colonel jumped out of the jeep, glanced at his wounded soldier lying on a stretcher, and ordered loudly.

He pointed to the building in the distance, and his words were full of anger: "Smash every door and ask everyone!" Tell them that if there is any more resistance, I'll block the whole neighborhood and shoot 100 rockets inside! Then I will personally carry a pistol and kill the survivors one by one, even the dogs! Do you understand? ”

"Yes! Captain! One of the officers in charge of the scene stood up and saluted, then turned around and went to assign tasks: "Assemble the team!" Refill ammo! Move fast! ”

At his shouting, groups of soldiers began to assemble with their weapons in their hands, and the roar of helicopter engines hovering overhead was mixed with the incessant cries of some civilians.

At the foot of the tall magic tower of the centipede head of Burkland's Centipede City, which is now the center of the city, the doors of the newly stopped armored vehicles of Iran Hill were pushed open from the inside, and heavily armed soldiers rushed out one after another.

They lined up in front of the majestic magic tower, weapons in their hands and waiting for further instructions. After all the soldiers were in place, the commander's shout sounded in their headphones: "Let's go!" ”

All the soldiers stepped forward almost simultaneously, weapons in hand, and rushed towards the building in front of them.

It was littered with papers, and the chairs had fallen to the ground, apparently having been ransacked by many people, before Iran Hill's troops arrived.

One door after another was smashed open with the butt of a gun, and the former glory of the Magic Empire could still be seen in the buildings that had long since disappeared.

The carved beams and paintings on the walls are exquisite, but because they have not been repaired and cleaned for several months, many places can already see the cracks in the dilapidation.

The stone pillars carved with beautiful patterns filled the hall with an imposing atmosphere, but the candles in the hall had been extinguished, and the sunlight shone through the modest windows into the dimly lit hall, making it look less sacred.

"Everything that makes money here has been robbed, and the city guards have been disbanded, so you're too late." A magician who was reading a book in his arms raised his head, looked at the Iran Hill soldier in front of him, and said calmly: "For the sake of the creator god, everything here is important historical research materials, please don't destroy it at will." ”

"No problem, we won't set fire to it after we smash it." An officer from Iran Hill walked in, took off his white gloves, looked down at the other and said, "Seal everything here!" Don't let the flies go! ”

"Be careful...... It was a great work painted by Master Levins himself 600 years ago...... "The magician reminded him when he saw a soldier walk up to the wall, looking at the full number of paintings.

Then, in his despair, he saw that the soldier pressed a sticker onto the beautiful painting. The sticker reads in bold letters: "Iran Hill State Property".

"Okay...... You've managed to make it worthless. The magician let out a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly.

"It's worth nothing here, sir." The officer who had been standing beside him put his white gloves in his pocket and said with a sneer: "The glory established by exploiting mortals is only blood and bones everywhere, and there is no beauty to be seen. ”

"......" The magician choked up, and finally shook his head, giving up the intention of arguing.

As a result, before he could adjust his mentality, the heavy book he was holding in his arms was snatched by an Iran Hill soldier, pressed against the table, and pasted an equally glaring sticker......

"My mission is complete, and now it's yours!" Sighing helplessly, the magician pointed to a few gates in the distance: "The one on the left is going to the garden, and beyond the garden is the warehouse, which has been emptied." On the other side is the meeting room, and the dining room, and on the other side is the servants' quarters, the barracks of the city guards...... By the way, the iron gate over there is a dungeon, and the key is in the ...... Well, you've smashed it open, and it looks like you don't need a key anymore. ”

The officer of Ellan Hill laughed when he heard his introduction, and said as he laughed: "You are very interesting, don't rush to go, show me around here." ”

In the distance, a group of soldiers counted the chairs and furniture in the hall. Farther away, the soldiers had dispersed and began to check what was left in each room.

It was once a sacred place for magicians, and the archon did not hesitate to give up his holy demon empire to make a pilgrimage here.

But now, the soldiers of Irlanhill came and went here, and even complained that the lighting was so bad that it was not as good as their own home in Irlanhill.

The tall magic tower naturally has a spiral staircase that leads to the sky, and the sound of kicking and tapping echoes throughout the empty magic tower as soldiers with weapons and leather boots climb the stairs.

They didn't meet many people, and occasionally they could see a magician who couldn't bear to leave standing in a corner. The other party had no intention of fighting, but reminded these Irlanhill soldiers who were already the masters of this place with infinite nostalgia, begging them to take care of these once world-famous places as much as possible.

Of course, some will heed their reminders, while others will vent their pent-up hatred.

Ten minutes later, the Iran Hill soldiers, who had climbed to the top room of the magic tower where Tel Avish had worked, spread out a huge black eagle flag in the window of the magic tower that reached the sky.

Then, the soldiers of Ellan Hill in the real city began to cheer at the eagle banner in a selfless manner. The mountains roared like a tsunami, and they did not disperse for a long time.

In the midst of the shouts of the mountain and the tsunami, a soldier from Iran Hill ran up behind the officer in charge of commanding and occupying the magic tower, stood up and saluted breathlessly, and reported in a low voice: "Sir...... You'd better come and check this out. ”