Damn!
As the two generals were caught in a certain unspoken awkwardness, the dwarf guards leading the way ahead quietly replied:
"Brigadier Padru, you haven’t received any incorrect information. There’s no dwarf infantry camp next to your barracks. It’s a warehouse and storage room; no one is deceiving you!
Maybe you’ve been hearing things?"
"Impossible! I hear soldiers running and armor clashing every night. I’ve been in the military for over thirty years; it’s impossible for to misidentify those sounds."
The Brigadier General of the Goldenrod Kingdom clearly felt nothing was wrong with himself; he still thought the dwarves were fooling him.
But the slightly older and more experienced Major General Misoyan squinted his eyes, reached out to calm the slightly agitated Brigadier Padru, signaling him to remain quiet for now.
The two human generals soon crossed the dwarf trade zone, which had beco desolate due to martial law, and arrived at the throne hall.
To their surprise, even as martial law left the dwarf trade zone deserted, the hustle and bustle of the mountain fortress had barely improved, making one question where all the noise was coming from?
The dwarves around seed to have long adapted to the abnormalities of their city, ignoring them completely.
The throne hall was already filled with top commanders from the fortress. The two human generals were the last to arrive, but no one expressed any dissatisfaction.
Seeing everyone gathered, the slightly weary Lord Hadran waved his hand to signal the start of the eting.
The Silver Dwarf Earth Priest beside him imdiately stood up from his chair and loudly declared:
"We’ve invited everyone here today to discuss how to deal with the fog woven by the outer layer’s subspace aura and the increasingly wild probing and assaults by the Wolf People at Gorgon Mountain Pass over the past week..."
"Wait!"
The human Brigadier General exclaid:
"Before discussing, could you please explain the current situation to us poor humans? What is the fog woven by subspace aura? Why wasn’t such a big issue ntioned earlier?"
"Hmm?"
This question left the Supre Lord dumbfounded, Lord Hadran asked in surprise:
"Are you two joking? We’ve held three etings in the past seven days, and you both attended each ti, offering many constructive opinions... Hold on! Did you say this is your first eting?"
"Damn, sothing’s wrong."
Major General Misoyan rubbed his forehead, explaining:
"Indeed, Brigadier Padru and I are attending a military eting for the first ti. We’ve been with our soldiers throughout the past week, so I’m really curious, who attended those three etings with you all?"
"Are you sure there were three etings?"
The Ranger General, sitting to the left of the Supre Lord wearing a silver moon mask and carrying a bow that resembled a lit silver fla war bow, asked in a hoarse voice:
"Why do I recall only one such assembly?"
"I rember two."
The Half Body chanic responsible for logistics in the fortress, looking a bit uncertain, flicked his engineering glasses and sharply stated:
"I’ve kept minutes of those etings, let see... two etings, indeed, over the past four days... Hold on, did you say a week has passed? That’s incorrect! My punch-card sand tir shows only four days have passed."
"Quite clearly, the subspace aura’s coverage has affected all of us so much that our perception of ti and space has beco extrely problematic, even fabricating chaotic mories."
The tall General of the Sanghai People, sitting across from the Elf Ranger wearing a golden Sun Emblem Crown, spoke in a low tone:
"For instance, the issue we’re discussing now, unless I’m mistaken, we’ve discussed similar issues five tis already, and what concerns most now is the people present in this throne hall.
Including myself...
How many are ’real’?"
"Don’t the Sanghai people worship the creator, claiming the highest resistance to subspace pollution among all mortal races?"
The Ranger General coldly remarked:
"Can’t you determine the reality around you, Mr. Umon?"
"I did not bring any relics of the creator, lacking divine power of creation, I’m rely a common Sanghai man far from ho here, even sunlight despises this place, and the power of the Fierce Sun is clearly insufficient to dispel the current gloom."
The questioned Sanghai General responded somberly:
"Yet in my recollection, Brass Fortress is the Sacred land of Mother Earth, protected by the divine power of Lady Gaia, subspace intrusion and penetration shouldn’t be so easy. Therefore, I cannot determine who is real and who is false.
However, given the clear lack of Mother Earth’s blessing now, anyone still claiming Gaia’s protection here is definitely trying to mislead and has a problem!"
In the next mont, all eyes turned to the Silver Dwarf Priest beside the Brass Dwarf Supre Lord.
Attempting to explain in a flustered manner but, upon seeing everyone draw their weapons, he abandoned that vain concealnt, replaced by malice and mockery as he dissipated into smoke:
"Well done, Sanghai man, the seventh ti you’ve spotted the problem, but I’m really curious, how long can you protect your mind? Guess whether what you’ll see and hear next is real?"
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