Durin's Diary

Chapter 296 Politics is an extension of ambition
The Northerners launched an offensive a week later. The Central Group of 70,000 people took only one day to break through the central defense line of 90,000 Northerners and headed straight for Bologna.

Nearly 30,000 people were killed, 55,000 were captured, and the lucky few who remained escaped without a trace.

It would be a good thing if these soldiers of the northern noble coalition fled back home, but if they turned into bandits and brigands, then the north of Farol would be in big trouble.

The Northernists' own losses were less than two thousand, a figure that was unheard of.

Not to mention other countries, even the major factions in Farol couldn't understand it - the Northernists were indeed powerful, but this was too strong. It was said that among these 70,000 people there were several thousand private soldiers of the Florentine Millerson family.

Because it was so outrageous, Austin Jacob was sent by the newspaper to Farol to attend a press conference hosted by Northernism.

Press conferences are a novelty, but Austin also wants to know how the comrades in the South do it.

He also felt that such a great victory should be recorded in detail.

As soon as he entered the venue, he saw many colleagues - all foreign reporters from major newspapers and magazines, gathered in groups of three or five.

"Austin, here." The person who called him was Leon Concern, a colleague from Sidney's God of Knowledge Daily.

Austin walked over and shook hands with everyone one by one.

The middle-aged man who had been smoking earlier cleared his throat. "I heard that this time, Farol's Northernist forces had new rifles. Combined with a large number of machine guns, they dealt a devastating blow to the Northern Nobles' coalition forces from a distance of 300 meters. All the cavalry companies were lost in the attack."

"What rifle? When did the Northerners have a large number of machine guns?" Austin asked curiously. He heard that the Northern Kingdom's northern border troops recently had a new gun, which was said to be able to shoot very far, but the production volume was very low.

But Austin really didn't know when the comrades in the South had so many good guys.

"I heard that there is a mysterious group of grassland elf craftsmen serving Northernism. It is very likely that they are the craftsmen under the name of the Original Creator." Another bald reporter said.

"By the way, news has come from the Craftsmen's Guild and the Engineering Association in the Eastern Elf Territory that Durin Elsh has been promoted to a Master Craftsman, and they are preparing to announce the news." A Ganai came over, greeted Leon, and then told him this explosive news.

"No way, how old is Mr. Du Lin? He is only fourteen years old this year." Lyon asked in surprise.

"If you've got talent, why would age matter? Look at all those geniuses in history; they all became famous at the age of sixteen or seventeen. I heard that Durin's grandmother was a Zhulong from Changtang, a fantastical creature. Duke Elsh is truly capable." The middle-aged man, smoking, sighed, and everyone couldn't help but admire him. Then they looked at Austin, "Mr. Austin, I see your name tag says Northern Kingdom. Have you heard of Durin's deeds?"

"I've met him before. I have to say that he is indeed a young man with magical powers. You said he became a master craftsman. He is still a seven-ring warlock now. He has made two movies. It is said that some of his piano scores have been included in Sidney's piano training book." Austin really admired Mr. Du Lin because this kid was amazing.

He firmly believed that if Mr. Roy knew that he had such a good child, he would be extremely pleased.

"Seventh-ring sorcerers are a thing of the past. I researched the Adventurer's Guild before I arrived, and they just updated it this morning. Besides the Seventh-ring sorcerer, there's also a Cartographer, Sequence Nine of the Hidden One Path. Those who've seen him say Lord Durin is approaching the maximum height for a grassland elf," Ganezon said, handing out his business card. "I'm Saren Kasaye, from Savoy, a reporter for the Savoy Free Press."

"Hello, Mr. Saren, does it look like the Candle Dragon species can still break through the height curse of the grassland elf hybrids?" At this point, the bald colleague shook his head and said, "I wonder if Mr. Du Lin is in charge of this batch of weapons?"

"How is it possible? He's just one man, a fourteen-year-old kid. He can't provide new guns to an entire infantry regiment in just a few days." Lyon analyzed.

"But apart from him, I don't believe Northernism has the face to ask the Original Creator to provide a group of craftsmen. I think he should be providing the blueprints." At this point, everyone looked at Austin, and the bald man spoke up: "Austin, you said you had contact with Mr. Du Lin. What do you think?"

"I think it's possible, but I also wonder if a fourteen-year-old can really do it." "Yeah," Saren said, pointing to a place not far away. "That white-haired old man came out from the back. Is he the spokesperson?"

"It's Sora Siri, the third secretary of Northernism. His whole family died in Copenhagen, and he was the only one sent out because of his young age. He has a natural blood feud with the royal family and the nobility. He has been assassinated more than 40 times in his life. I heard that his wife and children died at the hands of assassins from the Church of the God of Nobility. It can be said that he has a blood feud with the Church of the God of Nobility." Saren said.

As the old man walked onto the stage, Austin followed his colleagues to the seating area of ​​the God of Knowledge Daily and sat down.

Secretary Sora took the stage and clapped his hands. "Thank you all for traveling all the way to Florence. I am Sora, the Third Secretary of Northernism, and the host of today's press conference."

"Secretary Sora, I'm a reporter from the Sidney Morning News. I'd like to ask you about this operation and how the Northerners achieved such a great victory."

"Young man, you don't understand things very well." Leon muttered beside him.

Austin turned his head and glanced at the boy.

Fortunately, Secretary Sora didn't care about the young man's overstepping of authority; he just smiled.

Then everyone saw a map appear on the white screen behind him. It first looked down at the entire northern Farol from a high altitude, then the camera dropped down and soon the location of the battlefield appeared.

Mr. Sola picked up a pointer from the podium and began to explain the battle.

It was similar to what was said in the previous communication, but when the battle flags of the northern Farol families appeared on the screen, many reporters were still shocked.

Because there were weapons of the family members who were killed, Austin even saw the famous weapons of the legendary old professionals.

"Oh my God! Isn't that the giant sword of Red-haired Otto? I didn't expect that the legendary swordsman of the Kator family would join the battle and die in it!" The bald colleague exclaimed.

Because the giant sword was actually carried onto the podium by four young men.

A knowledgeable reporter has confirmed that it is the real thing.

"We killed at least five legends and an unknown number of half-step legends in this battle. We also injured two legends, and one half-step legend was unfortunately seriously injured." Secretary Sola's speech caused an uproar in the meeting hall.

A reporter from the nobles stood up and said, "I don't believe it! Unless you swear to your faith!"

Austin then saw Secretary Sora raise his right hand. "I swear to the honorable Primordial Creator that everything I just said during the battlefield briefing is true."

Then Austin saw a large white circle appear under the secretary's feet.

This proves that the Secretary did not lie!
It’s a real big victory!

　I cried very loudly. I posted a chapter at 2100 yesterday and left without a deadline. I didn't have many manuscripts in reserve...

　　Today, Xiaogao released the Magic Ring DLC. Please help me, I will only update twice today. I have to go to play games. Dongdongdong

　　
　
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