Chapter 901, Project Barbarossa (a Super Chapter of 5,400 Words!)

On the chaotic wasteland, magma and blizzard roar together, but there are many twisted and grotesque plants on the barren land, even the rocks and mountains have been distorted by the power of chaos, and the portal of the ancient saints has already cracked a lot Years, a steady stream of winds of chaos blow to the mortal world.

The land here is immeasurably vast, bordering the barbaric and dark lands of Norsca to the south, the Far Eastern prairie to the southeast, and the cold region of Naggaros to the southwest. The Chaos Wasteland is not entirely a natural phenomenon. This situation has been gradually spreading as early as when the portals of the Old Sages collapsed. The energy in the Chaos Kingdom (Supreme Heaven) swept the earth like a tide. In this sense, Chaos The wasteland can be said to be the result of the continual overlap between the mortal world and the realm of chaos, so it is also a constant reminder to mortals that once the world falls into the hands of chaos, all people will not escape.

On the chaotic wasteland, there are tens of thousands of barbarian tribes fighting and killing endlessly here. No one knows how many barbarian tribes there are on the chaotic wasteland. Only the elves and dwarves have passed the most conservative estimates. That is, there are at least tens of millions of Chaos population and more than 500,000 Chaos Warriors who don't eat or drink in the Chaos Wasteland in the north, as well as higher-level existences.

In addition to the chaotic wasteland, there are at least ten million Kurgan warriors on the Kurgan Prairie, and the population of Norsca is at least five million.

Until now, the wasteland of chaos is still expanding, eroding the northern part of the world, Norsca and the northern prairie are not spared, the environment there has been changed forever by the energy of chaos. And for the countless northerners living in the wasteland, such as the Norse, the Kurgans, and the Huns, those rare mutations in the south have long been commonplace in the eyes of the northerners, and they regard such Mutation is a gift from the gods to them.

Similarly, there are more than 10 million Chaos barbarians and countless Beastman tribes and demons in the Antarctic wasteland, but fortunately its distance from other civilizations makes it far less harmful than the constant flood of demons from the northern wasteland. The high elves established three strongholds around the Antarctic, namely the Dawn Fortress, the Rising Sun Fortress and the Dusk Fortress. These three permanent fortresses have resisted the Antarctic wasteland very well. Chaos frenzy on the sea (because the Antarctic wasteland is not directly connected to the mortal kingdom by land like the Arctic wasteland, and their shipbuilding capabilities are also very limited).

Tzeentch God's Chosen Hal - Eye of Eternity, the magic master of the prophecy system is making his own suggestion to Black Iron Motkin: "Your Excellency Eternal God's Chosen, now is the right time, we should let the vanguard go , first ravaging and torturing the weak and incompetent southerners, and then our army will march south and bring the world to an end."

The blue eyes behind the Black Iron Mortkin's black chaos helmet fixed on Hal, as if he was thinking about whether Hal's suggestion was a good choice, or whether he should take his head off as another sacrifice to blood. God's gift.

Tseng Qi God Chosen couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart. The new Eternal God Chosen has always given people an unfathomable feeling. He even bound the Khorne bloodthirsty Kagehank to the military flag,

All those tribes who did not submit to the ice barren plain were wiped out.

"No, now may not be the right time." Black Iron Motkin finally shook his head after being silent for a long time: "120,000, maybe a lot, but this amount is not enough to defeat the southerners."

"No! It's not important, what's important is to kill! Slaughter, chop, kill all the enemies!" Khorne's bloodthirsty Kaghank roared. The six-meter-tall Khorne The demon kept waving the battle ax and whip in his hand: "Chop, kill! Blood sacrifices to the blood god, skulls sacrifice skulls!"

However, in the next second, Motkin swung a punch and smashed the entire face of the demon, and the demon of Khorne was directly blasted out of his royal court, smashing countless trophies and falling on the blood In the pool, Eternal God Chosen said coldly: "120,000, not enough, far from enough, these troops may be enough to help us break through the northern defense line of mankind, but if we want to enter the hinterland of the empire, go and kill Oleg Feng Ru That little bastard of Koff and his family are all destroyed, these troops are not enough, we must gather more troops."

"Up to six months." There was a hint of disdain on the face of Hal-Eye of Eternity's twisted horns, but he concealed it well: "Ulfric, the Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos - Worldwalker of Wanderers The Legion, the Chaos Four Gods Chosen, the Norsca Legion of the Norsca Supreme King Vamir-Aislin, and the Slaanesh Gods Chosen Champion Beauty Prince Sigvald and his Magic Mirror Legion, and the Nurgle Gods Chosen Champion Fee Stusi's Plague Sons Legion are already on their way."

"Not enough, not enough!" Motkin's voice was cold and full of hatred: "More, how many tribes haven't come yet?"

"There are at least a thousand tribes whose troops have not yet arrived." Tzeentch's Chosen bowed even lower: "In addition, there are at least five hundred tribes in the Kurgan Prairie who are willing to join you. , according to our estimates, there will be at least 300,000 people."

Heitie Motkin stood up. He looked at the world that belonged to him. Just before the royal court of the Northland, there were tens of thousands of tents, hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors, and more than a dozen chaotic demon armies gathered here. Their momentum was shocking. The sky dyed the sky colorful, the power of the God of Chaos diffused over this land, the echoes echoed in the northern wasteland, and in the echoes, there were even more terrifying whispers and angry howls.

Thousands of roars from all kinds of voices and the sound of axes and swords hitting shields came one after another. Everyone was waiting to follow the Eternal God to go south to destroy the kingdom of mortals.

However, Black Iron Motkin shook his head coldly.

Whether it was Egil-Redeye, the former champion of Khorne's God's Chosen, or Tamu Khan, the later champion of Nurgle's God's Chosen-the Lord of Maggots, their invasion of the south was undoubtedly successful, but it was also a failure.

Every time the Chaos army goes south, it can leave thousands of miles of people, hunt countless skulls and mortal blood, gain supreme glory and the gaze of the gods, but they are always wiped out and forced to retreat in the end.

Motkin repeatedly checked the achievements and failures of the first Eternal Chosen "Unifier" Moka to the most recent Eternal Chosen "Anointed" Isa Kuval, and then combined the results of recent decades In the failed case of the Chaos Invasion, the new Everchosen remained sane despite being consumed by the flames of vengeance, and Motkin knew that the disparate Chaos tribes of the Northern Wastes would only swear allegiance to one who had the power to dominate The leader of sexual forces, once the leader falls, his army will quickly fall.

On the contrary, mortals will abandon their past differences with the emergence of the army of chaos, and they will unite under the oracle and guidance of the gods of order to jointly deal with the army from the north. Perhaps Hal's proposal That's right, the 120,000 Chaos army was enough to break through Kislev's defense line at the beginning, but it might be difficult to break through. The huge army would be overwhelmed by Kislev's harsh environment, countless fortress garrisons and the northern part of the empire. The strong and tenacious border guards weakened, dispersed, and stopped.

Then, all the armies of Charlemagne's empire will gather under the order of the false emperor to launch a counterattack, and the Chaos army will soon lose its numerical advantage and be forced to face countless strong fortresses and elite soldiers.

If it is delayed for a little longer, the chivalrous patients in Brittania will start to help the empire, followed by elves and dwarves. The number of these long-lived species may not be enough to form an advantage, but the quality is amazing.

Motkin knew that if he went south rashly, he would step on the footsteps of previous failures and come to a vigorous failure that would be remembered by the old world.

Sufficient power must be accumulated, and the power is not enough now. Motkin must wait, waiting for more Chaos troops to arrive. At the same time, he must paralyze the humans in the old world. Under his command, Norsca and the northern wasteland are shrinking troops.

As the north becomes quieter, the southerners will relax their vigilance, past differences will resurface, and the Southerners' court will resume fighting for a little bit of profit. Motkin knows very well that Kislev is now a strong outsider , the once glorious past was before the Great Jihad. After that, even the famous Red Tsar Boris-Bokha only recovered a glimmer of the glory of Kislev's glorious era. A very powerful ice witch, but she can't compare with the Red Tsar in terms of ruling the country and the army.

According to the intelligence of the followers of Tzeentch, Katarin is at best a leader with good strength and a little bit of trickery.

Similarly, for the situation of the empire, Motkin also received a detailed explanation from Tzeentch's God-Chosen champion Cha-Zanek. False emperor Karl-Frantz can manage only his direct leader Rick, and the entire empire The power is scattered and independent, and there is no external pressure to unite, and the nobles of the empire are all immersed in the glorious victory of the Norsca Great Expedition. As long as Motkin is careful, even if the empire is vigilant, even if the false Emperor Karl and his The courtiers and intelligence agencies sensed the danger, and it was impossible for the empire to unite in a short time. The electors would think that this was another political conspiracy by the emperor in order to expand his influence.

Even Tzeentch's God's Chosen Champion can be sure that as long as the speed is fast enough, perhaps the empire will begin to truly realize the crisis and try to unite when the Chaos army invades the empire.

The only lesson learned by the ignorant and backward southern humans from history is that they never know how to learn lessons.

And what about the other side, the Bretons?

Motkin looked at the map, and for the first time a cautious expression appeared on Eternal God's Choice.

The Kingdom of Knights is not so easy to deal with.

The newly appointed King of Knights, Ryan Malcado, is outstanding in personal martial arts, and has made many achievements in battle.

It would be fine if he had only one person, but the problem is that, unlike the empire, Ryan has united the scattered knights and nobles, and judging from his good relationship with the empire, he is likely to choose to help the empire.

The united kingdom of knights and the assembled holy grail knights will erupt with terrifying power.

It is necessary to formulate targeted strategies and tactics. Before I complete my revenge, Britannia must not be given the opportunity to send reinforcements to help the empire!

Motkin looked at the map carefully. He smeared hot blood on the map with his fingers and started his own plan.

The first line, the world walker army group led by Ulfric-Wanderer, chosen by the four gods of chaos, will start from the Ice Dragon Fjord in Norsca and point directly to the capital of Britannia, Courona.

In the second line, the four Gods of Chaos, Norsca High King Vamir Aislin will lead the Norsca Mountains Army Group, starting from the Norsca Aislin League venue, pointing directly at Nord and Oster Lead the northern port of Norden.

On the third line, the Chaos Vanguard Army led by Prince Sigvald, the champion of Slaanesh's God's Chosen and the God's Chosen Champion of Nurgle, will start from Chaos Festus and the wasteland of Chaos, cross the Mountain of Mourning, and pass through the mountain pass , defeated the Kislev defenders there, and divided their troops to attack the two big cities of Kislev, Erengrad and Prag.

In the end, he led the main force to the south, crossed the Linsk River, and pointed directly at the Ostland of the Empire.

This time going south, more than 200,000 barbarian warriors, 30 Chaos demon armies, more than 50,000 Chaos cavalry, thousands of Chaos chariots, hundreds of monster battle gangs and thousands of giant beasts will be assembled.

There is only one target, the head of Oleg von Zhukov, and the ancestral tomb of the Elector family in Von Zhukov Castle!

"This will be an unprecedented invasion, the largest invasion since the Great Jihad, we will assemble an army of more than 300,000 people, and bring destruction and real civilization to the southerners." Motkin ordered the battle Plan: "Wait for a while until all the troops arrive. During this period, we must keep quiet. We must let the hypocritical southerners think that good times have come, and we can even send people to negotiate with the southerners and demand peace talks. "

"It's a great plan." Tzeentch's God's Chosen Champion Cha-Zan Aike nodded in approval, and he said softly: "Please give this plan a name, Your Excellency the Eternal God's Chosen."

"Name? That's meaningless," said Motkin icily.

"But we need a code name. This is the will of the Demon Bird God." Cha-Zan'ike couldn't wait any longer. He had two hideous scars on his face, which were left by Teresa. He remembered the pair The appearance and name of the mother and daughter of the sorceress, preparing for her own revenge.

"In this case, the code name this time is..." Motkin reluctantly agreed, he thought for a while, and suddenly recalled the name he saw in an ancient king's tomb in the troll kingdom when he was young.

"This invasion is named... Project Barbarossa!"

……… I am the dividing line of Kislev’s death in three months………

Inside the Royal Hotel in the Royal Palace of Courona, several dukes sat together, waiting for François to start the class.

"Everyone, there is no doubt that we are all nobles of the kingdom. Our status and glory come from the ancestors of our family, the twelve glorious first-generation Holy Grail Knights, am I right? "Francois said in a low voice, the father-in-law's face was very kind.

All the dukes nodded. This is the foundation of their standing and the origin of the supreme status of the dukes' families.

They are all honorable.

"Where does our noble power, our status, our glory and territory come from?" Francois then asked the second question: "Of course they all come from the twelve great wars that founded the country." And the Holy Grail, everyone has no objection to this point, right?"

Everyone nodded again. In Britannia, this is too politically correct to allow any doubts.

"So, those of us who share weal and woe with the country, why don't you understand?" Francois sighed, and he said to the crowd: "You should know that the country is good, we Only when the country exists and prospers for a long time, we will exist and prosper for a long time. A good country is more important than anything else! For us, without the kingdom of knights, we nobles will be Without status and glory, do you understand!"

"...Is this why you have always supported Ryan?" Boderick was thoughtful, and the Duke of Sea God also put down the bowl and spoon.

"Because Ryan can make the country better! Don't you understand?" Francois smiled wryly and shook his head: "I said, if the country is good, we nobles will be good, and we will be good. Think about it carefully. Taxes, building fortresses, encouraging population circulation, isn't Ryan doing it for the good of the country?"

"But it was us who he sacrificed!" Duke Hagen couldn't take it anymore, and Duke Gisoleaux was still a little dissatisfied: "I also know that he is doing it for the good of the country, but..."

"It's just a little bit of immediate benefit, so what if you give up? We, for the longer-term benefit." Francois stroked his goatee: "For the prosperity and prosperity of the country, a little sacrifice, five years, In ten or twenty years, not only will we be able to recover our capital, but I can be sure that you will always gain more than you lose!"

"Secondary." Bohemond nodded in agreement: "Ryan is worthy of our trust. The current concession is to allow him to flex his muscles and let him do it. Follow him and we will not suffer. Look at Francois. How much did this old fox earn?"

"Boldro will also respond to the king's call." Duke Boderick also made up his mind.

"But..." Duke Hagen was still hesitating.

"But what?" Francois sneered: "What's the matter? Hagen, do you think that if you play non-violent non-cooperation, Ryan can't touch you? You are the Holy Grail Knight, or the descendant of Beren, the first Holy Grail Knight Man, it's amazing, isn't it?"

Duke Hagen was silent.

"Let me tell you, Ryan is the lady's god-chosen champion, and the heir personally recognized by Landuin, and has the full support of His Highness the Green Knight and His Highness Morgiana! Oh, by the way, he is also Suria's husband , my son-in-law." Francois continued: "It's true that others can't touch you, and Ryan can't touch you either? There are definitely many people in your family who are willing to be dukes!"

Duke Hagen was suddenly terrified, and his whole body was cold.

He finally nodded painfully: "I understand, tax cuts and encouraging population flow are all right, but what about building forts? Are we really going to build five large permanent forts, and we have to pay for them ourselves? Isn't that too exaggerated?"

"Building the fort, I think my son-in-law is making a big fuss." François nodded with a smile, and he said casually: "It's understandable that Ryan attaches great importance to defense, but this is obviously to defend against a huge and comprehensive invasion. Could it be that the northern barbarians will suddenly organize a chaotic army of 200,000 to 300,000 people to go south?"

"That's right, and Kislev and the empire are the first to bear the brunt of the barbarians going south." Bohemond agreed, "It's okay to cut taxes, but let's wait for His Majesty to come back to talk about building the fortress."

"Yeah, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, it's not worth it, it's not useful if it's repaired, it's not useful.”

"Hahahaha! Come on, continue!"

"How long has it been since the empire's Norsca expedition was victorious?"

"I'll bet a bullwhip that chaos will not come in a short time, don't worry!"

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