Durin's Diary

Chapter 315 Shadow of the Past

Yes, Alyssa had seen the glory of this land in the past, an era that she could never have imagined in her dreams.

The old humans, called humans, ruled the earth, conquered the sky, and successfully broke free from the planetary constraints called gravity.

It was a golden age that anyone who saw it would call great, and the flag of humanity spanned the galaxy.

In that era, there was a team of sages who opened up a channel called a wormhole and established a technological outpost on the habitable planet where Alyssa is now standing.

Then they began to build a new paradise on the planet below.

Alyssa saw all this during a previous promotion dive. She also saw a Changtang woman named Sun Guanzhi, who was able to interact with Alyssa!
To be honest, Alyssa was really scared.

But later, she discovered that this woman was not so much an evil god or an alien god, but rather a... pure god.

She and Alyssa explained some things that were unknown in the sage circle, such as what controllable psychic tides were and what it meant to close the toilet lid in the subspace. Alyssa had never felt like a great historian as she did now.

She heard from the female god Sun Guanzhi about the Great Decline, when the old humans were almost extinct, but their descendants rebuilt civilization, and that humanoid races such as elves and dwarves were once creations of the old humans.

This was different from the history Alyssa knew.

But the lady said that this was a white lie. If she didn't say that, with human greed, they would definitely start a war, and this land does not need... does not need a slave owner who ravages all living beings. Everyone must learn to resist such evil.

The person who called herself Madam Sun also told Alyssa that she could come to her again after she became stronger, and she would explain more principles and knowledge to Alyssa.

"Child, what sequence are you in now?" The old lady's smiling question woke Alyssa from her memories.

She looked at the elders.

"I am now in the Old Path, Sequence Four: Pale Stone Doll." This sequence makes Alyssa immune to any enchantment and the impact of mental spells on her.

In the old days, only by becoming a faded stone idol could one maintain one's self in the deep dive.

Alyssa was fortunate enough to do just that.

"You are only sixteen years old, and you have already reached such a height. Among your race, you should be considered a well-deserved young genius." The old lady sighed with a smile.

"I just want to be Durin's ally and fight for him and his ideals," Alyssa said bluntly.

"My granddaughter said the same thing. It seems you have the same goal."

“Yes, Grandma, Alyssa and I both decided to make ourselves stronger because of the same thing.”

"Then I will observe a moment of silence for the culprit who caused all this." After saying this, the old lady looked at the team that had already packed up and said, "Let's retreat first."

Then she looked at Lina: "Lina, my granddaughter, you should be willing to carry your companions, right?" "Of course." Lina, who had transformed into a young dragon, had already equipped herself with a dragon saddle. She lowered her head and handed the windproof helmet to Alyssa: "Let's go, my grandmother will take good care of this team."

So Alyssa had no more objections. She said goodbye to the commander, put on her windproof helmet, pulled up her mask, put on her goggles, and then patted the sensor bell on the front of the saddle.

Lina flapped her wings and began to take off.

Sit tight, Alyssa. You're not afraid of heights, are you?

Lina asked curiously.

A little bit, but I believe I can overcome it... Life is born into this world, not for the earth to bind the soul!
After fastening the safety rope, Alyssa mustered up the courage to answer.

·Hahaha, well said!
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At the same time, Dulin was visiting the defense lines around Genoa.

Faced with two huge cities, the Northernists did not act rashly - because a direct attack would only lead to a surge in casualties. The Northernists were good at field battles. They were very difficult to deal with in woods and mountains, but they had too little experience in sieges of large cities.

"That's easy. Sell them food and meat at a high price." Du Lin immediately thought of a solution.

Just surround it. Anyway, Du Lin has no experience in attacking such a big city. To be honest, the only evaluation of this kind of battle in Daju's database is that it costs lives.

Either every building must be blown up with artillery, or every building must be cleared with infantry. The casualty rate will drive any commander who loves his soldiers like his own sons and treats them like dirt crazy.

The problem now is that the Northernists have not yet discussed an effective tactic, and the civilians in the city are so hungry that they can only eat two meals a day, and each meal consists of a piece of sawdust soaked in bread weighing less than 200 grams and a little soup.

"How can this be possible? Those nobles can only feed themselves." A commander expressed his confusion.

Of course, he also knew that Du Lin was a wise man, so he didn't dare to question him directly, for fear that he would become a laughing stock in the end.

"Have the church in the city mediate and tell them that the Northerners are willing to give them food, but the nobles must pay. The nobles need to treat their subjects. There are too many mouths to feed in this starving city. The Northerners are kind-hearted. If they open the city and surrender, the Northerners will let them take their belongings and leave, but they must swear not to return. If they are unwilling to surrender, we can sell them food so they can help the civilians. If the nobles disagree, have the battle mages drop leaflets to tell the citizens the truth."

Du Lin said this while looking at the commanders at all levels in the tent. "The citizens of this city are no longer under the rule of the Northerners, but we are still willing to sell food to their lords for them. If their lords don't distribute food, it means they have lost their legitimacy. Then, if we really want to attack the city in the future, many people will be willing to show us the way."

"That's indeed an idea. We can contact the Church of the God of Mercy and the Church of the Twin Mothers and ask them to try to help us. We can price the food... to maintain the limit we use, and then sell it to them with a 50% markup."

How about this? Secretary Sora looked at Du Lin when he asked.

"Here's what I think. Genoa is overflowing with refugees from all over the place. There might be 400,000 or even more people right now. It's said the food market has completely collapsed, and trading jewelry for bread is no longer a joke. So, if we only increase the price by 50%, won't the nobles think our Northernism is too lenient?"

At this point, Du Lin looked around with a serious expression: "I think we need to pay more."

(End of this chapter)