Arthur entered the living room and saw Frick Canon, who looked frowning. He didn't seem to hear the noise below. His eyes were scattered, and even if he didn't see it even when his eyes were facing Arthur.

"If you want me, the orcs will definitely not come. It was snowing early 12 years ago. Did those guys not even rush through the first line of defense in the north?" Gao waved his arm. A self-cultivated farmer published his opinion. His family is a big family in Morado. With more than 20 acres of land and seven or eight strong men, if he was to recruit troops, he would definitely be indispensable.

"Nonsense, can you compare 12 years ago with now? The snow fell at that time only at the end of October, and it was already at an ankle. Orcs are not gods, and they will be affected by the weather. This year's snow is only like this. The orcs' giant wolf cavalry will probably reach Morado from the north in less than half a month!"

He said this with some insight. His ancestors must have stayed in the formal legion. Arthur couldn't help but nodded, making sense, but the noise in the hall was still endless. Obviously, he did not intend to accept this view for his own benefit.

"Silent!" Eric entered the room outside the door in a dusty manner. The snow on his body had not been beaten clean. He came to Fric and bent down slightly.

"Report to the Lord, all people who follow your order have been notified, Mr. Peter Ryder expects to arrive in fifteen minutes."

"I got it, huh? Is Arthur here too?"

Frick Cannon nodded and suddenly found a figure wearing a robe in the crowd. Then he saw that Arthur had come too, nodded and said hello.

Unlike other self-cultivated farmers, Frick obviously valued Arthur's existence more. Others don't understand the reason. Of course, some people think that Arthur's previous achievements were appreciated by the lord, but no one would think that those small green skins who do farm work could become combat power.

After saying hello, the lord returned to his original appearance. Arthur looked at it and seemed that he could not get any news. He could only prick up his ears with the flow and get the answer from the people who were discussing around him.

It is obviously none of these words that are good, but it is like a long alarm bell for Arthur, who was originally confused and ignorant, and they all combine the history and stories they saw in the past.

"Are the orcs going to invade?" The answer is abrupt, but not surprising. The orcs actually try to break through the defense line of northern humans every year, but there are very few that are truly effective.

But once the orcs' attack can be an invasion, it will be a big deal. This means that the three lines of defense in the north of human beings will be broken through, and the orcs will enter the inland southern part of the Half Winter Kingdom, causing great disasters.

The orc giant wolf cavalry, although Arthur was playing around in the wizard chess, in fact, if it really fights, humans may have to shrink and defend in the town castle.

Houses outside the city will be demolished and destroyed by the plunder of orcs and wolf riders. Each invasion will be devastating to the town, turning a prosperous town into ruins and allowing all prosperity to disappear without a trace.

In the fifteen minutes, Uncle Vinoke, who was also covered in dust and was not much better than Eric, entered the lord's mansion with a tired look on his face.

"Arthur, what happened, how..." Uncle Vinok didn't know why, but as an old Morado, he knew that when an emergency notice was issued, it might mean that this matter was extraordinary.

Before the uncle finished asking, Arthur heard that Frick Canon on the platform finally responded. Unlike the dullness just now, the middle-aged nobleman's eyes seemed to be filled with light, so sharp that it could stun people's hearts.

"Dear Morado townspeople, we may be once again accepting the most dangerous dilemma. News of the Northern Surveillance Magic Tower has been heard back. The North has encountered early snow that once in a century, and the orcs will face a desperate harvest. With past experience, the large-scale invasion of orcs will arrive soon. I am afraid that the preparation time will be less than a month!"

There was news, speculation, and objection, but when Frick actually announced the news, the entire hall suddenly became quiet.

Whether it was the nobles or the self-cultivated farmer, they couldn't help but look up at the giant painting in the living room, the blood of orcs, the battlefield of fighting, but the background accompanied by it was always wind and snow.

Snowfall often represents the horn of orcs attacking the human kingdom, but unlike previous years, this snow may mean the outbreak of a great war.

...The hall was quiet, and the sound of a needle falling was clearly visible, and the heavy breathing sound was getting heavier and heavier. Fear? No! Morado's peace was exchanged for blood. Morado, a peaceful town, will never be afraid of war, only!

"Fight to the end! Kill this group of bitches." A rough shout, and this was just the beginning.

"They are raised by bitchers. My sword can finally be seen. I will have the face to see my ancestors after I die!"

"I'll kill as much as I come, I'll donate 5 gold coins first. Grandma's, finally I'll wait!"

"My family has no money, but my family has many sons, and they have the strength to do some archery skills." Even the self-cultivated farmer who said that the war was just now was impossible for orcs to go south, changed his words. He didn't want to fight anymore, because war will not be chosen by you, only war will choose you, and all you can do is face.

The whole hall was boiling, well, except Arthur, looking at Uncle Vinok who was almost calling the seller to fight, Arthur thought to himself and asked you to reclaim the land, why didn’t he be so excited when he saw me?

What is war? For Arthur, war is nothing more than what you see on TV, read in books, and sings by the bards.

The most intense battle he traveled through time was just to drive away most of the wizards with his little green skin. As for the largest battle? If recruiting goblins was included, Arthur would have been "inexperienced in many battles".

There is actually no shortage of professionals among self-cultivated farmers. Ordinary farmers like Uncle Vinock are just a few. Most of them have practiced some basic combat skills, whether they are themselves or underage children at home.

Of course, it is not just that Uncle Vinok has no combat power. Arthur still remembers that when he was young, he could come and go freely in the mountains and forests and hunt back his prey.

War is not about invading, but about defending one's own land and property, protecting one's family from being hurt by orcs, and maintaining the glory of one's ancestors. This is the battle in the eyes of the Morado people. It is too different from what Arthur saw in the past, and the atmosphere is naturally completely different.
Chapter completed!