Chapter 140: The One from That Technical School

The night encroached upon the valley, and the late-summer wind carried a hint of chill.

Beneath the hazy moonlight, a solitary figure walked across the extinguished battlefield.

"This is troublesome..."

Eve picked up a piece of mechanical debris from the ground; the last trace of magical energy within it had already dissipated, and a long time had passed since the battle.

This was the fifth excavator wreckage she had found, and the first four had all been destroyed.

Xie Wei raised her head to look at the moonlight. It was nearly midnight, and her mischievous young master must have already arrived in Slorca.

She had originally wanted to follow him there, but the subway carriage was narrow and easily discovered, so Xie Wei had ultimately decided to search for another entrance.

Looking at it now, this might have been a wrong decision.

The werewolves' excavators had all been destroyed—not a single one remained.

"Explain to me how those excavators were destroyed!"

On another battlefield, Lin Wen was the most striking sight of all.

He rode on horseback, his almond-shaped eyes gazing coldly down at the captive female werewolf on the ground, sending an inexplicable surge through the female werewolf's heart.

She suppressed this strange sensation. "They were destroyed by an airship."

The female werewolf's reply matched the intelligence Lin Wen had received: the excavators of the werewolf invasion into Slorca had been destroyed by a mysterious airship.

That airship appeared and vanished unpredictably across the major battlefields of the dwarf kingdom, using a magitech railgun to destroy the excavators and the werewolves' other heavy machinery, and even taking away a portion of the defected werewolves from the battlefield.

"Who is the master of the airship?"

Lin Wen continued to press. That airship was very likely the one that had escaped from Linlei, and the werewolves must know the identity of its master, which was why some had defected.

"This..."

The female werewolf hesitated slightly, and Lin Wen let out a cold snort. "It doesn't matter if you don't speak; I have other captives."

The female werewolf immediately understood his meaning. "I'll talk, please don't kill me! That is the White Rose Princess's airship!"

In the education young werewolves received, they were not instilled with the deeds of the White Rose royalty, but that did not prevent them from gleaming information about that royal family from the nostalgic words of the older generation.

A century ago, the people of the Fallon continent discovered that the World Tree, the source of their life, was beginning to wither.

The withering of the World Tree led to the deterioration of the environment across the entire Fallon continent, and the werewolves, planning to conquer the New Continent through war, seized power and launched an invasion of this land.

"...Not everyone wanted war. The White Rose Princess wanted to save the World Tree."

The female werewolf said that back then, the two royal families of the Saint Luo Dynasty held completely opposing views. The Moon Rabbit royal family wanted to restore life to the Fallon continent by saving the World Tree.

That airship was precisely the flagship of the White Rose Princess. Fifty years ago, she had escaped and traveled everywhere searching for a way to save the World Tree. The werewolves had all thought she was missing, but unexpectedly, she had appeared again now.

"No wonder..."

Lin Wen understood. The reason for the White Rose Princess's disappearance must have been that her airship ran out of fuel, and she had restarted it by borrowing Linlei's power.

"How is she going to save the World Tree?"

Lin Wen continued to question, but unfortunately, the female werewolf knew nothing about this matter.

"Take her away."

Lin Wen suddenly heard the deafening sound of battle drums. He had his attendants take the female werewolf away, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

Beneath the moonlight, the white manna flowers unique to the Felix Kingdom dyed the plains in white.

On the other side of the snow-white plain, the werewolves had already occupied a city, and that young and powerful leader was also looking over in this direction.

Lin Wen had not expected his forces to encounter a werewolf ambush the moment they landed. To avoid being surrounded in the dwarf kingdom by the alliance, the werewolves intended to eliminate him, their commander-in-chief.

The eyes of the two commanders locked from afar, each harboring different convictions.

The werewolves had already begun to run, a crimson tide roaring from the other side of the plain, an endless murderous intent shrouding the alliance as they charged.

Without Lin Wen needing to give the order, the commanders had already issued their commands.

The alliance knights raised their longswords and charged forward on horseback, their armor forming wave after wave of silver-white, fiercely crashing into the surging enemy.

This night was destined to flow with blood and be littered with corpses.

"Linlei..."

Lin Wen suddenly thought of his younger brother. He had received intelligence that his brother had won the war in a rather peculiar way.

Yet not everyone could be a genius like him, able to turn war into a game. What appeared before Lin Wen at this moment was a true, brutal war.

He was facing the Saint Luo Empire's most elite Red Wolf Legion. That red armor represented the demons' support for them—substances from the demon planet were implanted into the armor, rendering it immune to the spells of this world with astonishing defensive capabilities.

A few streaks of crimson light flew into the sky, and the werewolf commander made his move.

Lin Wen tightened his grip on the heavily ornamented elven longbow in his right hand.

"Everything for victory!"

The commanders beside him drew their swords. "Glory to the alliance!"

Silver-white rays of light soared into the sky.

In the maple forest, as night fell and grew dark, Eruca was just about to wrap up for the day when the shop welcomed a new customer.

"What day is it today, another rare guest!"

Eruca walked over to the customer and obligingly poured her a glass of water. "How does the General have time to come here? Would you like to increase your order for the Silver-Scale Cuirass?"

"Don't you dare mention that damned Silver-Scale Cuirass to me!"

The female werewolf general's face turned livid. The mere mention of that Silver-Scale Cuirass made her blood boil.

"Eruca!"

At that moment, a fierce figure burst in from outside, carelessly tossing a gleaming silver set of gear onto the table. "I want a refund!"

Eruca was stunned. Wasn't this the sword master who had arrived just a few hours ago?

"Lord Grove, unless there is a quality defect, this shop does not issue refunds!"

Eruca stated. This cuirass had been sold to the sword master less than half a day ago; why did he suddenly want a return?

"Cut the crap!" Grove drew his sword and pointed it at Eruca. "It does have a quality defect! Get me something better!"

Eruca was alarmed. "My lord, you can't just say things like that. The Silver-Scale Cuirass absolutely has no quality defects!"

"And you still say it doesn't!"

Grove sneered. "Word is going around outside right now that that tomboy wore the silver-scale armor to deal with that person, only to get stripped naked twice. She's in even worse shape than I am!"

Eruca paused, noticing the female general next to him turning rapidly gloomy, and he instantly understood.

"My lord, can we not talk about this here..."

"What? Feeling guilty? I'm telling you, this isn't fake, every legion nearby knows about it!"

Grove shouted loudly, "Your lousy armor couldn't block the holy light at all. That tomboy is wild and arrogant, and now she's the laughingstock of everyone. I doubt she'll ever find a husband in this lifetime!"

"Crack!"

The female general slammed a hand onto the table, leaving a palm print embedded in the ore-crafted surface.

"Say that again!"

She stood up, and only then did Grove notice her, his expression changing drastically.

"Y-You, why are you here..."

The female general wasn't wearing her armor today, so he hadn't recognized her back.

"General, General, please calm down!" Eruca hastily placated her. "I'll improve it right away, I'll remake the silver-scale armor and guarantee there won't be any more flaws!"

The female general stared coldly at Grove. "You were defeated by him too. Instead of sitting here gossiping like a coward, you'd be better off going to exact your revenge sooner!"

Grove's face darkened. "He's hiding inside Slorca City right now, what can I do?"

"Spineless!"

The female general let out a cold snort, turned on her heel, and walked away. "I'll go drag him out!"

Watching her gradually disappear from his line of sight, Grove couldn't help spitting in disdain.

"I really want to teach that tomboy a lesson!"

If only there were a painting of her armor shattering, Grove would immediately pull it out to mock her. Unfortunately, she had been mounted on a horse back then, riding away too fast, and the nearest werewolves hadn't even had time to see the whole show.

"Lord Grove, you shouldn't underestimate the General."

Eruca looked regretfully at the palm print on the table. "If she wants to catch that person, she might actually pull it off."

"Ha!"

Grove sneered. "As if! I heard all the excavators were broken, and even the spares were destroyed by the White Rose Princess, not even scraps of parts left."

Noticing that the water on the table was unfinished, he picked it up and drank it dry.

"To ship new excavators over from the empire will take at least a month no matter what."

"That may be what people say..." Eruca shook his head. "The General graduated from that technician academy. When she gets ruthless, nobody knows whether she can cobble together an excavator out of those spare parts."

"Technician academy?"

Grove's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell, she's a technician? I always thought she was a warrior—is that school by any chance one of those legendary monster academies?"

"That's right!"

Eruca's expression turned grave. As far as he knew, that academy had very few students, yet all of its graduates were now high-ranking officials in the empire. Repairing an excavator would be an absolute breeze for them.

A chill ran down Grove's spine. He had offended someone from that academy; his troubles were going to be massive from now on.