Chapter 164 163 All-Out War

Chapter 164 163. All-out War

Orcus's transfer order has been issued. As he expected, he must first rush to the battlefield in the east of Chongrong, join the six empire legions that are confronting the dragons here, and appear in front of the dragons to help them disrupt the dragons' deployment.

Then, he will follow the Seventh Army into Chongrong.

Chongrong, the former home of the orcs, has completely become a vacant area after the orcs completely migrated to the territory of the demon fox Iris clan.

This is the request of the dragons. A buffer zone must be reserved. They know very well that the powerful forces of Celer cannot be defeated by a wave of great victories. The terrain of Chongrong is basically half plain and half mountainous, which is an engagement area that both the Anti-Celer Alliance and Celer can accept.

Everyone understands that no one can defeat the other in one go in the first battle, but both sides want the momentum bonus of the first battle.

The two battlefields are divided by heavy velvet. The biggest enemy in the eastern battlefield is naturally the dragon clan, which is eyeing them covetously. In the west, there is a multi-ethnic coalition led by elves.

Seler, who marched from north to south, did not choose to bypass the heavy velvet battlefield. His Majesty's purpose is very clear. He needs the nobles who have been silent for many years, and the army to bathe in blood again and understand what war is.

Zoregos, recorded in the history books of Seler, is the deepest pain of every Seler.

The empire that is so powerful that it makes the Seler people breathless is the misfortune that the Seler people must overcome.

The conquest of Mostana is a drill for the goal of returning to their homeland.

Therefore, no one in the Seler high-level chose to take a detour for the dragon leader's move to use the heavy velvet battlefield to make a fuss.

They must fight head-on. Even if they are attacked from both sides, they are confident that they can defeat these chickens and dogs head-on.

The southern battlefield is the third battlefield that His Majesty requested to open up.

The elite light cavalry and a small number of heavy cavalry that had attacked the goblins earlier had arrived in Chongrong one step ahead of time and had been reorganized.

They did not intend to bypass Chongrong. Now that war had been declared, the entire Mostana would be paying attention to Celer's every move. It was impossible to sneak into the enemy's rear for a long time without being discovered.

Therefore, the invasion of the southern battlefield required the imperial army on both sides of the east and west to attack at the same time, and a small number of elite imperial troops to make a gesture to bypass the defense lines on both sides of Chongrong.

When the main forces of the alien races were all concentrated on the front battlefield, the fully assembled Seventh Army would make a full-scale attack, tear open a gap, and go straight into the central area of ​​Mostana.

But their goal was not this vast and diverse place, but the rear of Mostana.

In midsummer, now that autumn is about to begin, the grain is about to mature.

And war always consumes a lot of grain.

The grain on the front battlefield, the major races are watching the front battle and deciding whether to harvest it in advance or burn it.

And the grain in the rear of the battlefield must not be discarded so easily.

As far as Orcus knew, the ones responsible for the food supply and turnover in the rear were the Demon Fox and the Blue Water.

The Blue Water was a very peculiar race. The gods they worshipped were not from their own race, but were quite similar to humans.

The mother goddess Vanessa, who had appeared in the long history of the Blue Water, taught them one thing—with food in hand, there was no need to panic.

The Blue Water tribe was famous for hoarding food, and the food they hoarded was enough to feed more than 300,000 people in the tribe for six or seven years.

Not only did they buy from outside, they also cultivated on a large scale, tending to various plants and food crops.

They used the fertile land on the edge of the Great Wetland to grow a large amount of food and sell it, so that no matter how much Celer restricted them in recent years, they could not effectively harm the Blue Water.

The surrounding races were very happy to exchange the goods bought by sea for the high-quality crops of the Blue Water, and this exchange was beyond Celer's control.

Because merchants could not enter the Blue Water, Celer had no idea about the area of ​​Blue Water's planting, the amount of grain produced, and the storage status of the grain they hoarded in recent years.

The primary goal of this surprise attack on the rear was to destroy the passage for the foxes to transport food, and the secondary goal was to find a way to destroy the grain fields and granaries of Lanshui.

Three Seven Staffs, three crystal-level warriors, four thousand light cavalry, one thousand heavy cavalry, and ten thousand elite soldiers with combat experience accompanied them.

They could harass and cut off food supplies when they advanced, and they could set up camps on the spot to contain the coalition forces when they retreated.

In order to implement the plan smoothly, Orcus could not meet His Majesty with Gilbatos, so he could only ask him to help convey his concerns.

Orcus, who rushed to the battlefield of Chongrong East, found that the two armies had begun a confrontation.

The dragons in the sky roared loudly from time to time, scaring the soldiers below.

This practice has been going on for two days. Even if the Seven Staff magicians present cast magic that can block sound, it will be covered by the dragon elders hidden behind the mountains.

The garrison, overwhelmed by the disturbance, has shown some signs of mental weakness. If they don't launch an attack, the soldiers stationed on the front line of the battlefield may have to be sent to the rear before the battle begins.

"Olkus, you are finally here. Haven't the guys who pretended to attack the east and west sides of Chongrong been assembled yet? Shouldn't they be in place after the battle starts?"

"It's good that you are here. As long as you finish summoning, these dragons won't dare to fly over our heads recklessly..."

Orkus, who was in a hurry, waved his hand to stop the seven-staff companions from complaining, and stretched out his hand to the front.

The dragon elder behind the mountain felt the fluctuation of magic power and exposed half of his head to take a look.

The golden spear pierced through the body of a flying dragon like lightning. The flying dragon, which was still flapping its wings, took a full second to let out a deafening howl.

The flying dragon kept twisting and struggling, and its huge body fell straight down from the sky.

The other companions wanted to rescue it, but they heard the elders behind the mountain shouting.

"Come back, quickly!"

A knight with a straight body, a light golden light all over his body, riding a winged Pegasus came to the side of the flying dragon that was still breathing after falling to the ground.

The flying dragon's golden pupils stared at the invisible knight.

"Dragon Slayer..."

The golden spear in the dragon slayer's hand was raised high, and it pierced the dragon's eyes accurately, piercing the brain without causing more pain to the dragon.

The Celer soldiers stationed on the front line of the eastern battlefield were all numbed.

After a long time, they shouted the name of the dragon slayer under the leadership of several magicians.

The sound was like a tide, one wave after another, hitting the other side of the hill.

"Orkus!"

The dragon elder's claws clasped the hard rock and broke it.

The sound was like thunder, extinguishing the enthusiasm of thousands of people.

The force was like thunder.

"It's me, I'm here."

Orkus walked to the dragon slayer without dodging or avoiding.

The dragon slayer threw the dragon blood on the tip of the spear hard, splashing a black mark on the ground. He lightly pulled the reins and used his body to protect Orkus, so that the dragon elder could not look directly at Orkus and talk to him.

"We have already started a war, I thought you were mentally prepared."

"We are not despicable people, we are not mentally prepared for an undeclared war."

"I am a magician of the empire, and it is my duty to obey orders."

Orkus flashed forward and stared at the huge dragon head on the hill.

"Paparo, we will meet again. You will have a chance to avenge your people on the battlefield."

"Your 'Dragon Slayer' cannot kill all the dragon's bloodline."

"But you are not dragons either."

On the hill, the dragon head sank little by little, and the dragon roar that lingered on the front line for many days disappeared.

Olkus returned to the camp, and deafening cheers rang out again around him.

The soldiers who tasted the joy of victory for the first time were singing the heroic figure of the "Dragon Slayer" everywhere.

The story of slaying a dragon with one shot is being processed continuously.

Orkus' expression still looked depressed and melancholy, as if it was not him who summoned the Dragon Slayer to kill the flying dragon in seconds.

"Dragon Slayer", a legendary figure of the Celer Empire, is a ruthless character who has honed dragon slaying into a skill.

The advantage of summoning a heroic spirit is that after being summoned, it has a part of his combat power in his lifetime, and with the magic power provided by the summoner himself, it can often play a very strong effect.

However, after experiencing the Flesh Chariot and the inability of summoned creatures to respond, Orkus was also full of doubts about the Dragon Slayer.

There are more than one legend in the Celer Empire, but it seems that only the "Dragon Slayer" has good combat power after being summoned.

What are the criteria for being summoned and having a certain strength?

After exploring for so many years, Orkus thought that his previous conclusion was correct, but now...

"What is the summoning ceremony communicating with?"

In the Eastern Battlefield, the story of the Dragon Slayer slaying the dragon with one shot spread much faster than Orkus thought.

Just after joining the Seventh Army, the commendation from the Celer Emperor also arrived at the front line.

Orkus, who made contributions at the beginning of the war, was given the title of "Dragon Slayer".

Although it is just an empty title without any rights, it is a recognition and reward for summoning.

In the whole Celer, Orkus can count the number of people who really use summoning with a name and surname on one hand.

For many years, the use of summoned creatures to make military achievements on the battlefield has never been heard of in the surrounding continents.

What is withering?

This is it.

Seventh Staff Izarebi, Seventh Staff Sunafa, General Kenesa, General Roda... Orcus did not expect that there would be these four people among his companions in the Seventh Army.

If it was before, he would not care so much, but after the surprise attack on the goblins, Randy clearly told him that these four people took the lead in killing the goblins.

Others could still accept it. Sunafa was born in a good family and was the daughter of a marquis. She was always considered to have a gentle personality by the outside world.

However, such a sixth-level magician with such an evaluation actually killed the most goblins happily.

Faced with the congratulations of this "gentle" lady, Orcus was uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, the gloomy and withered expression that had always been Orcus's siege helped him out. He just nodded slightly to indicate that others did not say much behind his back. After all, he was a man who could drive his wife and daughter away for the summoning experiment.

The herald informed Orcus of the arrival of the last batch of military supplies.

The prelude to this war will be opened by the Seventh Army. Once they give the order to march, Celer will attack on all fronts.

The general Roda, the commander-in-chief of the march, is a scarred man with bronze skin and a strong physique. The knife wound across half of his face makes his face extremely terrifying. When he twists his face and speaks, he looks more like a beast roaring.

Orcus did not listen to his pre-war mobilization, but stared blankly at the soldiers under the stage.

Their eyes gradually became fanatical, and their sharp eyes almost shone out. The future of victory described by Roda deeply attracted them.

It was a bright future with a foreign slave in the left hand, gold and silver in the right hand, fiefdom underfoot, and countless honors on the body.

As Luo Da's speech became more and more excited, the shouts of the soldiers in the audience became louder and louder.

"March!"

Like a blade thrown on the ground, the sonorous word "march" spread the fiery emotions to everyone in the Seventh Army.

The Seventh Army of Celer, moved.

The herald rushed back without stopping and quickly delivered the message.

On the Western Front, a Celer soldier threw the prepared metal cans in his hand into the dense forest with all his strength.

One after another, the metal cans drew arcs in the air, and many of them were already burning before they landed.

The fire ignited the natural barrier formed by vines and fallen trees, and thick smoke rose.

The elves who had been prepared for a long time did not entangle at all, but fought and retreated.

They either catalyzed the rapid growth of plants, overdrawing the fertility of the land and causing part of the ground to become brittle.

Or they could rely on their familiarity with the terrain to lead them to a place where poisonous plants gathered.

However, the elves' operation did not work well, because the Celer soldiers had obviously received orders, and they did not pursue excessively, but took the torches and fuel they had prepared long ago and burned everything they saw.

The ancient trees that had been sleeping quietly here for hundreds and thousands of years and provided shelter for countless birds and animals were burned in the raging fire.

Never mind whether it was poisonous or not, Celer's method was so rough.

For a time, the battlefield on the Western Front was on fire everywhere, with thick smoke billowing. After setting the fire, countless Celer soldiers dug firebreaks on the spot to prevent the fire from spreading to their side.

In the face of such countermeasures, the elves lost a large amount of control areas at the beginning of the war.

"Lure the enemy deep into the forest?" The commander of the Western Front Army laughed contemptuously, "You who live in the dense forest, what else can you use to stop the Empire's pace after leaving the forest?"

"Give orders, don't deal with the elves. They like to retreat, so let them retreat. Wherever they go, leave no grass behind. After setting it on fire, the army will continue to advance."

"Give another order, no drinking water in the forest is allowed. All water must be provided by the rear. Those who disobey the order will be killed on the spot."

"The elves can keep prisoners, but they need to abolish their ability to move. Capturing elves is equivalent to beheading."

The commander of the Western Front Army watched the messengers leave one by one, looked at the marching map with satisfaction, and smiled involuntarily.

"In Zoregos, we also suffered from the elves. Your little tricks will not work on the Empire a second time!"