Chapter 166 165 The So-Called Leader

Chapter 166 165. The so-called leader

The three tribes, Iris Demon Fox, Moon Shadow Werewolf, and Blue Water Mushroom Man, sent a letter to the Dragon Elders Council in the East Battlefield of Chongrong.

The content of the letter was to ask why there was no frontline messenger reporting that the Celer army had broken through the Chongrong battlefield.

According to previous communications, the Celer coalition's action to bypass the Chongrong battlefield had failed, so the only possibility was that there was a flaw in the front battlefield.

All fronts in Chongrong were equipped with races with air superiority such as eagles and flying dragons to collect information and forward it to the next-level battlefield so that they could make full preparations.

In other words, this was a shameful dereliction of duty, which caused many races near the central plains of Mostana to suffer a catastrophe, and even caused the Iris Demon Fox to be blocked by the enemy at the doorstep without noticing.

Two days later, the news from the Blue Water scouts was not very good.

The Celer army, which had contained the throat of the Iris Demon Fox clan, built simple fortifications on the spot and sent a large number of cavalry to attack the surrounding races.

They did not engage in massacres, but they would plunder the local people's food wherever they went and destroy all their buildings.

Hearing this, the big and small Keluer and the werewolves were relieved, because their territory was within the effective attack range of the Celer cavalry. If Celer committed a massacre, their own people and those innocent civilians of other races would basically not escape.

Lu Yu was an outsider, and his first impression was completely different from that of the locals.

"It's terrible."

Celer was stationed on the main road that could contain the Iris Demon Fox's food transportation, which meant that if they wanted to transport food in large quantities, they had to take a rugged and difficult road, and even with magic blessing, it would have a subtle impact on the front line.

Of course, in this situation where they had to take care of themselves, the front line was secondary.

Autumn was about to come, and the grain harvest was good. A large number of races needed to store food for the winter to cope with the dead silence of the earth after the severe cold came.

At the moment when the vast white snow fell, all beings were equal on this land.

Celer looted the surrounding races, forcing them to be affected by the war and forced to leave their homes.

Now that the major races have formed an alliance, other races have no reason to refuse and must accept these refugees who have lost their homes and provide them with food.

Because they now belong to the same organization - the Anti-Celer Alliance.

Not accepting other races means not recognizing the identity of alliance members and not helping them.

Accepting other races means taking out the food of their own people to feed a large number of refugees.

Perhaps all major races are consistent in hating Celer.

Put a Celer in front of them, everyone will roar and rush up to tear him apart.

But when the anti-Celer people need to give up their own interests and even the chance to survive, how many people can firmly say "Yes, we are members of the alliance, and I am willing to share my bowl of rice with my companions"?

These races have had grievances with each other for a long time. Because of Celer, everyone cooperated with each other in appearance and spirit, which was reflected in the people as a superficial friendship.

It can be predicted that the Celer people looted on the spot and held the front line behind the enemy in order to make the rear situation corrupt.

There are masters in this Celer army.

But Lu Yu didn't understand one thing.

An army with little supplies went into the enemy's rear alone, which basically meant that he needed to fight continuously. If he wanted to return safely in the end, he had to face many blockades.

Generally, such a team is mainly light, and all cavalry is the norm, but Celer's army is equipped with a large number of infantry.

Either this army rushed into the central area of ​​Mostana with the belief that it must die.

Or, they are very sure that after wandering behind the enemy, they can return triumphantly without the army collapsing.

If it is the latter... what is their confidence?

Orcus found it difficult to stick to himself. Although according to the pre-war concept, he only needed to plunder and make the major races of Mostana suffer from refugees and food shortages. Generally speaking, as long as it directly affected the confrontation on the front line, the strategy would be successful.

But just plundering was obviously not in line with human nature, because the Celer army was very hungry.

The cavalry was the elite of the elite selected from the Celer army. They had been training for years for war.

The blood and heads of the enemies were their important sources of military merit. In order to exchange for promotion and more money, they wanted to turn all the foreign races they saw into corpses and cut off their ears.

Although the infantry was not as strong as these well-trained cavalry, they could boldly hope for military merit in exchange for titles, but they could also boldly hope for gold and silver treasures.

The captives of elves and demon foxes could be exchanged for high rewards, and they could even apply directly for private slaves.

Werewolves and other orcs can be sold to merchants at the port, bringing huge wealth to themselves...

Countless desires intertwined, causing the plan formulated by the empire commander and His Majesty to gradually distort.

"Your Majesty and the nobles are just saying this. They know better than anyone that this desire cannot be controlled. This is the perfect fuel that drives the Celer people to expand their territory. Once this valve is closed, their fighting spirit will plummet."

General Luoda never understood why Orcus was so depressed. In his opinion, everything in the empire was developing well.

The brave soldiers are expanding the territory, and the powerful empire is rising like the scorching sun, and will soon hang high above the sky of Mostana, illuminating everything here.

Each of them can gain a lot of benefits from this land, gain a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and the desire for power is infinitely magnified here, making them like gods.

What determines the survival or destruction of a tribe is not the statues standing among these races, enjoying blood and faith... but them.

Three seven-staff magicians, three imperial generals, they are the masters of this land.

Luo Da commanded the soldiers to escort the captured snake people to their statues, which were hideous and weird snake heads with fangs like porcupines.

Luo Da squatted down slowly, seeing the fear in the eyes of the snake people and their shaking bodies due to anxiety.

He asked the snake man to tell him the legend of the snake god, and then asked with a smile: "Who is greater, your snake god or me?"

When the snake man answered that it was the snake god, Luoda would smile and let the soldiers draw their steel knives and kill the man.

"I can kill you or live with a thought, but the snake god can only stare at all this... Compared with me, you are more willing to believe in the snake god?"

Roda, who believes in Mendila, the god of creation of Celer, always treats foreign gods like this. He and Izarebi of the Seven Rods knocked down the statues of the surrounding races one by one, and smiled and compared themselves to the pioneers of enlightening the ignorant, making those statues that condensed the racial ties and beliefs stained with the blood of the tribesmen one by one.

Olkus, who had seen this scene for many times, no longer opened his mouth.

At first, he would try to stop it, but when he found that he was the only one who seemed so out of place among the six people, and no matter what he said, the other five just echoed and never listened, Orkus was tired.

The commander's actions directly affected the Seventh Army.

The soldiers who believed that they were sent by the God of Creation, Mendila, to civilize the barbarians no longer had any moral scruples.

The soldiers who had originally followed Orcus's advice and did not intend to kill the foreigners heard their companions bragging about how many prey they had harvested today and how much military merit they had converted into; they adhered to the bottom line and saw graceful figures appear in the barracks, and the joyful sounds echoed in the tents; ropes were tied to the necks of the strange-looking foreigners, and their skin was directly engraved with how many gold coins they could sell.

Orcus's voice was drowned out.

He stubbornly wanted to make one last effort, but the magic fox that Sunafa stuffed into his tent made him grin silently.

Orcus didn't know why he laughed, his throat was dry, and his mouth was like a raw bite of bitter melon.

Orcus, who could no longer control his emotions, gradually calmed down after seeing the magic fox's shining big eyes and its restless twisting tail.

Orkus sat at the desk, quietly looking at the demon fox.

"Name."

Orkus thought the demon fox didn't understand Mostana, so he raised his head.

But the demon fox spoke timidly at this time.

"Bread..."

Orkus glanced at his desk, and saw the fresh bread that the logistics department had just allocated to him.

Orkus didn't hate this demon fox who was brave enough to ask for food from him. He used magic to send the basket of bread to the demon fox.

"Before eating, tell me your name."

The demon fox pinched its furry little hands in fear: "Bread..."

This time Orkus reacted.

"Your name is Bread?"

The demon fox nodded.

Orkus sighed weakly. No matter which race, the expectations of the lower class for their children are often directly reflected in the name.

Seeing that Orkus had no intention of taking back the bread, "Bread" started to eat the bread.

"You don't seem afraid of me?"

Bread chewed and answered: "It's useless to be afraid. What is going to happen will happen sooner or later... If possible, I don't want to starve to death."

Orkus appreciated this free and easy idea.

He just admired Bread's eating show.

Bread was not big, only up to his waist. This appearance and age reminded Orkus of his daughter Kalani when she was a child.

The child who once hugged him for a hug had been getting farther and farther away from him, and even didn't want him to appear at the wedding.

Although he knew that Kalani was in the Seventh Army, Orkus never went to visit her.

He didn't want to be perfunctorily treated by his daughter with the expression she used to deal with her superiors.

Bread choked because she ate too quickly. Her face turned red and her eyes stayed on Orkus' water cup.

Orkus handed her the water and waited for her to eat and drink enough before starting to work at the desk.

Without even looking up, he said, "You will stay here for now. I will tell others that you are my new servant. You will get a badge from me later. This badge will prevent you from being bullied by the people in the barracks."

"Don't disturb me during my work and experiments. Otherwise, I will take back the badge."

"Do I need to make something else to eat?"

"No, I have leftovers every day. If you want to eat, just help me eat them up." Orkus waved his hand in annoyance, "I am going to start the experiment now. You go and watch outside."

When the bread left, Orkus's face darkened.

"How long can I hold on..."

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The envoy of the Dragon Elders Council came to Lanshui on the fourth day of the joint communication of the three tribes.

The ones who came were not pure-blooded dragons, but three half-dragons.

Light golden vertical pupils, slightly curly hair, gray-brown dragon horns shaped like goat horns, covered with hard, light green scales, and a slender tail.

It was the first time that Sigrid had seen her own kind, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances in the crowd.

The mist demon was straightforward and whispered directly in Sigrid's ear.

"The horns are not as thick as yours, the luster is not strong, and the gray-brown color is too ugly. Yours looks more handsome with a gradient color."

Because he had never seen Sigrid's dragon-like appearance, the mist demon only compared the horns.

Sigrid was particularly pleased with the mist demon's praise. She raised her head and said proudly: "There is also a big gap between the sub-dragons."

The dragon envoy explained the problem of missing information in the mushroom castle.

The reason was that the elven coalition forces on the western front were constantly "strategically shifting", and during this process, several messenger dragons responsible for information collection were attacked by Celer after joining the coalition forces, and were eventually annihilated.

Because of the disconnection, the elves did not know that the dragon team had been destroyed, and thought that the battlefield was divided and each fought on its own, resulting in poor information flow.

This gap was just seized by Celer's team that penetrated into the middle of Mostana.

Fortunately, Celer's army seemed to have become suspicious because of this.

They entered the rear without any resistance. Not only did they take precautions when marching on the plains, not daring to move forward quickly, but they also set up ambushes carefully, intending to attack from the front and back when they were besieged...

Da Keluer was not satisfied with the dragon clan's explanation. She asked seriously, "The coalition forces have lost contact with the friendly forces for such a long time, and they have not passed any information to the rear. Is this the dispatching ability of the dragon clan?"

Xiao Keluer poked her sister's waist with her elbow, but Da Keluer remained unmoved and looked directly at the three envoys.

The three dragon clan envoys looked stern and their voices became cold.

"Iris, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the commander of the coalition forces will inevitably make mistakes in his dispatch."

"Your mistakes have caused the Iris tribe to be blocked by more than 10,000 Celer elites. They are now wreaking havoc and looting in our territory, and a large number of civilians of the race have been displaced!"

"Iris' elites are all on the front line, assisting the giants without reservation to fight against Celer's fierce attack. The tribe does not have much combat power at all. Your mistakes may kill countless of my people!"

"I don't want to hear about mistakes, I want solutions and remedies!"

The Dragon Envoy stated calmly: "The Elder Council is temporarily unable to dispatch the front-line forces to solve Iris's predicament. Once Iris is rescued, the front line will be greatly restrained."

"The many races in the south of Mostana can fully gather their living forces to fight against the Celer army. There are still many who have not joined the coalition. Iris can completely persuade them."

The Dragon Envoy smiled and said: "The enemy is only more than 10,000 people. As long as the races in the south of Mostana unite, Iris's predicament will be resolved soon."