Chapter 174 173 Blue Water, Must Disappear

Chapter 174 173. Blue water must disappear

The air in the camp seemed to be stagnant, and everyone stared at Izarebi without saying a word.

Orkus, who was the last to arrive, sat quietly in the corner. He didn't speak even if others didn't speak.

The worst-case scenario had already happened. He had repeatedly reminded others that when operating in the enemy's hinterland, one should strive to be prudent and not rush forward in pursuit of success, but no one listened.

As the Seven Staffs of the Serel Empire, Orkus should have been saddened by this defeat, felt unworthy of those dead soldiers, and then repeated what he said again, but he didn't.

It is difficult to say that the top military forces of the empire have a harmonious relationship. The generals who symbolize the power of warriors have never been able to get along with the magicians. Magicians and magicians, and warriors and warriors also have their own positions and interests.

Orkus did not want to get involved in the whirlpool caused by these people. He only hoped to complete his mission, continue to study the summoning technique, and find the secret of the flesh and blood chariot.

This silence was broken by General Luo Ta, the nominal supreme commander of the Seventh Army.

"There are no bones left of the six hundred warriors, and fifteen hundred important horses were buried in the flames. Is this the surprise you brought back to Selel!"

"Since the beginning of the war in Selier, there has been no major defeat on the Eastern Front, the Western Front, and the newly opened central battlefield. Only you, only you!"

Luo Ta finally couldn't suppress his anger and stretched out his hand, pointing at Izarebi, who was blackened by smoke after the battle with Ye Shui.

"Izarebi, your defeat will bring shame to the entire Seventh Army. We will also be despised by the people of Selel. We will become a joke to the entire Selel and be ridiculed by countless people day and night. Our family will be embarrassed by this!”

"You know, you lost to Lan Shui, the alien who once slapped Selel in the face and always laughed at us!"

Luo Ta's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.

The Seventh Army, which shouldered His Majesty's expectations, created obstacles for him when every line was victorious... The only major defeat was like a black spot on the white silk cloth, which stood out so conspicuously.

This news must not be concealed, and the complicated forces in the country will always get wind of it. I am afraid that even if they perfectly implement His Majesty's strategic plan, they will not be greeted with flowers and applause after returning home, but with ridicule.

Orkus had no reaction to Luo Ta's words. For a man who made his daughter and wife angry because of his obsession with summoning experiments, he would be blamed by the family and ridiculed by the public.

As soon as I got home and closed the door, squatted down in the basement, and opened the summoning circle, this world was left behind.

Izarebi was irritated by Luo Da's words. He defended with shame and anger: "I explained it when I came back. There are very powerful people in Blue Water commanding us. They caught us by surprise, which led to the big defeat."

"Facing the enemy head-on, their sixth-level magician Ye Shui is no match for me. If the situation on the scene hadn't worsened and I had to cover the cavalry's retreat, I would have every chance to deal with him!"

Luo Ta said in a deep voice: "Losers will always overestimate the strength of their opponents and blame everything on their own carelessness."

"Luo Ta, what do you mean? Do you think I'm lying?"

Izarebi got angry when he was questioned. He rushed to Luo Ta and glared at him regardless of the obstruction of people around him.

"If the unknown commander hadn't set a trap, gained the upper hand, and faced the enemy head-on, my flames would have been enough to kill those damn mushroom people in a sea of ​​fire!"

Kenisa snorted on the side: "The battlefield is like this. Falling into a trap can only show that you are not strong enough. If it were me, I would return immediately if I couldn't get the information I wanted, and I wouldn't be greedy for that little merit. Stay within Blue Waters.”

Orkus found this scene particularly interesting. To outsiders, the seven-staffed and crystal-level warriors seemed to be superior, but because they lost face due to the defeat in the war, they started performing various afterthoughts.

The so-called "If I were here, I wouldn't do this" was just a sarcastic remark after learning the outcome. Judging from the disdain and contemptuous attitude I had when I warned them not to underestimate the resistance of all ethnic groups, it would be different if it were someone else. This was also the fate of Izarebi.

Su Nafa, who was applying lip gloss on his lips, casually reminded: "I think everyone should think about how to save it. The secretaries accompanying the army are His Majesty's cronies. They should have reported this incident back."

Sunafa looked around at her frowning companions, and her eyes fell on the corner. She gently wiped off the crooked lipstick on the corner of her lips, and said with a smile: "There is one person who is particularly silent today."

All eyes were focused on Orkus.

Orkus had no intention of sitting back and watching the situation worsen. His sense of responsibility prompted him to express his judgment.

"Stand still and wait for good news from the central or western battlefields."

Luo Ta glared at Izarebi with dissatisfaction: "In this case, our Seventh Army will not be able to achieve greater achievements."

"Is there no better way?" Sunafa asked.

"We mainly rely on the aggressiveness of the cavalry here to deter the surrounding tribes, and the purpose of driving away the refugees has been achieved. All we have to do is wait."

"When the conflicts catalyzed by the refugees spread among the major races, making their alliance fragile, victory will be easy, and achievements will be easily obtained." Orkus took a sip of tea leisurely, "This This is my proposal, I still have an experiment to conduct, and you can decide the rest."

After saying this, Orkus got up and left the tent.

Sunafa looked at Orkus's back thoughtfully, laughing in his heart: "Is it really an experiment?"

After Orkus returned to his tent, he found Bread dozing off on a chair, so he mercilessly woke her up and stuffed a basket of potatoes he had just received from the quartermaster into her hands.

Bread, who had been hungry for almost a day, started eating without saying a word.

"When you're full, help me keep an eye on it. It's still the old rule, don't let anyone in."

Bread was used to Orkus' instructions, and knew that he was going to start working on a bunch of messy scribbles again, so he quickly took out two potatoes from the basket and stuffed them into his clothes, and walked out quickly.

After the surroundings quieted down, Orkus arranged the summoning ceremony again in the tent. Before the official start, he wrote down the preparations before the summoning in his notebook as usual.

The pursuit of the Flesh Chariot has lasted for a long time, but what Orkus waited for was failure again and again.

Previously, summoning the Flesh Chariot would not summon anything, but now...

Orkus looked at the strange summoned creature that was a combination of a slime and a carriage, and waved his hand in frustration to disperse it.

"Why..."

Orkus pounded the ground in pain, and his expression was distorted because he was too strong.

He had clearly glimpsed the secret knowledge, but he could not get any closer to it. This feeling made Orkus irritable, angry, and itchy!

He hoped that the voice that once echoed in his mind would guide him again, but he could not hear it again whether he was drunk or taking medicine.

He pounded the ground several times as if to vent his anger, until the pain spread a little bit and blood oozed from his fist, he gasped and stood up staggeringly.

Orkus removed the summoning circle, cast a healing spell on his injured hand, put on a glove, and then put on an indifferent expression and walked out of the tent.

He needed to relax. If he continued to be entangled like this, Orkus felt that he would go crazy.

After studying summoning for so many years, he never felt that madness was so close to him. The unreal feeling of being out of reach, like catching the moon in the water, tortured him all the time. The flesh and blood chariot had become an obsession for him.

Orkus's thoughts were interrupted by the groans around him. He looked up and found that he had unknowingly arrived at the place where the wounded were treated.

Izarebi brought back more than 3,000 soldiers, and nearly 1,000 of them were left with permanent disabilities.

Because they were eager to retreat all the way, the medical capacity was limited, and their wounds had begun to fester and stink. Many people basically returned to the base with a breath.

According to the team healer, these people have basically lost their combat ability.

Orkus remembered what Izarebi said when he defended himself, and the word "chuan" appeared between his eyebrows.

The commander of Lanshui is indeed a character that cannot be underestimated.

The Seventh Army deep behind enemy lines cannot transport the wounded at this stage and can only be treated on the spot, and these wounded who have lost their combat effectiveness have to share a large amount of rations of normal soldiers.

Although the resting place of the wounded soldiers was far away from other soldiers, it still could not stop the pessimism spreading among the wounded soldiers.

"This was aimed at from the beginning. If he really killed them, the Imperial Halberd would probably have more casualties."

Thinking of this, Orkus shuddered.

His daughter Kalani, as a member of the Imperial Halberd, could be said to have saved her life.

He wanted to talk to Kalani, but Orkus was suddenly found by the herald and asked to return to the commander's tent quickly.

The last one to return, Orkus was surprised to find the imperial envoys wearing loose white robes embroidered with gold-threaded cloud patterns.

How could these court messengers directly under His Majesty the Emperor appear here?

Sunafa, who was standing next to Orkus, gave him the answer.

"In the central battlefield, the giants have been defeated and are now retreating to the territory of the Iris Fox, reorganizing their front with the Iris Fox and the Orcs."

Orcus digested this information in a few seconds, then glanced at the others secretly.

Izare looked sad, Luoda looked livid, and Kenesar looked gloomy... It was a commendable and memorable victory for the Empire, but the atmosphere here seemed particularly depressing.

Everywhere was singing the song of victory, but only the Seventh Army, which had six top-level sixth-level fighters and elite cavalry drawn from various armies, suffered the biggest defeat of the Empire.

The Seventh Army "Shining Stars!"

The court messenger affirmed the Seventh Army's achievements in fighting alone behind enemy lines, and the royal family was very satisfied with the Seventh Army's successful implementation of strategic deployment and its behavior of dividing the enemy alliance.

His Majesty also praised the Imperial Halberd's record of shocking all races, and paid the highest respect to the soldiers who fought bravely and died of exhaustion. The royal family will reward these warriors soon.

This is an intriguing message. Izarebi, who was defeated so shamefully, was not blamed, but his family was received by the royal family.

What shocking all races? It was completely Izarebi himself who underestimated the enemy and rushed forward rashly. It was precisely for this reason that the Imperial Halberd was defeated.

In the overall text, Orkus could not smell the slightest trace of accountability, as if it was not Blue Water that defeated the strong with the weak, but the Imperial Halberd led by Izarebi.

Orkus, who was shocked, gradually came to his senses.

The strategic deployment of the Seventh Army to go deep behind enemy lines was originally formulated by His Majesty and the nobles. This risky action has been advised by others, but His Majesty's will cannot be easily changed.

His Majesty wants to prove that he is as wise as a god and powerful as a god, and strengthen his authority.

Now that the Seventh Army has become the brightest star in Celer, for the sake of face, His Majesty can only whitewash this defeat in this way.

A bad premonition came to Orkus's heart. After the messenger read out His Majesty's "commendation", he hurriedly asked.

"After the breakthrough in the central battlefield, the Ninth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Armies should be joined with the Seventh Army. When will we launch an attack on the Iris Demon Fox?"

The messenger knew the importance of this group of sixth-level strongmen to Celer. He smiled and replied: "The three armies you mentioned are sweeping the remaining enemies in the central battlefield. The food and grass in Celer also need time to be transported, so a large-scale offensive can only be launched after the autumn harvest."

Orkus' eyes went dark.

Su Nafa, who had been playing with his nails and thinking about what color to dye his nails, also raised his head.

Now that the Iris Fox has gathered so many races of combat power, it will be a while before the autumn harvest. The stored food is completely unable to meet the daily needs of so many people. There will soon be some friction due to distribution. It is a good time to attack in one go.

Once the autumn harvest is over, the Iris Fox, the giant remnants, and the orcs who have left their homes and are already full of resentment will surely burst out with extremely strong combat power.

According to the messenger, this is because the Western Front has been dragged on for too long.

The elves have been relying on the vast forests to deal with Celer, because most of the places where they live are mountain forests. Even if they cut down and burn a lot, it is still difficult to walk, resulting in the absence of magicians, and food transportation has become a troublesome matter.

Orcus was sweating profusely. For a moment, he didn't know whether this was a premeditated plan by the elves or a result of accidental creation.

The messenger saw Orcus's anxiety: "His Majesty is wise and has already given instructions on what you are worried about."

"The Seventh Army will go to the south of Mostana after the three central armies arrive and destroy Blue Water."

"My lords, there are some things I need to remind you of."

"When His Majesty heard about the disastrous defeat of the Seventh Army, what he said in the palace was not as gentle as the information I brought. Some shame must be washed away by you personally."

"Blue Water must disappear."