The high priest of the undead suddenly issued a declaration of war, which immediately made all the spirit flash people feel shocked.
Prime Minister Madolins' heart was turbulent, and he was both shocked and doubtful: Is it too hasty to launch a war at this time?
Although he is the leader of the war faction, it does not mean that Madolins is a politician who knows nothing about military affairs and likes to give blind orders and dream of being a commander-in-chief.
On the contrary, he is a military expert with rich experience and outstanding merits.
As the leader of the Young Soldiers, he did not have a good family background, but he was able to stand out in this bureaucratic class with many royal families. He relied on step by step and solidly climbed up from the bottom.
Moreover, he holds a high position, and through daily contact and handling of administrative affairs, he clearly knows the true strength of the Lingshan tribe now.
Although Lingshan's government has issued a "mobilization order" a long time ago, due to poor government orders, officials' wrangling, and various other reasons, it will take some time to truly mobilize Lingshan.
According to his estimate, even if everyone tried their best to mobilize enough troops, it would still take at least a year.
Otherwise, they are likely to be unable to maintain the normal operation of the Lingshan society, causing the entire Lingshan society to die like a patient who has lost too much blood.
As the supreme being, it is impossible for the high priest not to know this.
Why would he suddenly issue such an unreasonable order?
With all kinds of doubts in his heart, Madolins raised his head and secretly glanced at the High Priest of the Undead.
The high priest's expression was as expressionless as usual, his face was as deep as a thousand-meter deep pool, and it was impossible to tell what the high priest's true thoughts were.
Is he excited or worried?
Unable to guess the high priest's true thoughts, Madolins did not dare to express his worries even though he felt uneasy in his heart.
The High Priest of the Undead seemed to have noticed Madolins' eyes, and glanced slightly, his eyes as calm as a thousand-year-old ancient well.
But it was a shock to Madolins.
Madolins was shocked. He felt as if the high priest had seen through his thoughts and lowered his head in panic.
Madolins shook his head, discarding the dangerous thoughts in his mind, and secretly warned himself in his heart: "Under the leadership of the invincible high priest, we will be invincible.
No one can stop the high priest, no one!"
The powerful humans who can rival the High Priest of the Undead have long since turned into dust over time.
There is currently no one on the human continent who can pose a threat to the High Priest of the Undead.
The leader of the Holy See of Light is a girl in her early twenties.
The Elemental Mage Association is left with only a group of old men who compete for power and like to fight among themselves, and a few great magisters who have one foot in the coffin.
And there hasn't been a strong knight or warrior for hundreds of years.
There are many countries in the human continent, and they are constantly attacking each other and fighting. They are far less united than the spirit race.
What's more, the Semitic people have one of their biggest sources of support, and that is the high priest himself.
As a peerless strong man, he alone is as powerful as a million troops~!
Madolins kept thinking wildly in his heart, looking for various reasons, and silently comforted himself: We are very strong, and we still have a chance of winning...
Later, he almost succeeded in hypnotizing himself.
However, Admiral Hawkes of the Guards nearby couldn't bear it and stood up.
He took a step forward and saluted the high priest. Then he said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Your Majesty, the great high priest, is it too hasty to send troops now...is it too hasty?"
A group of high-ranking officials standing on both sides of the main hall raised their heads in unison.
Hawkes' words spoke to all of them.
As the elite class that rules the entire Lingshan, they are not stupid, arrogant, obese nobles who work behind closed doors.
On the contrary, they are a group of truly smart people, and the struggle for power within the Semitic aristocracy is equally cruel and bloody.
The officials and nobles who can stand in the Great Demon Temple not only rely on having a good father, but also basically everyone has blood on their hands and body.
Moreover, they are also the only Semitic people who have opened their eyes to see the world. Most of the human luxury goods smuggled in large quantities every year are in the homes of these noble bureaucrats.
From those luxury goods, they can have a general understanding of the production and life of the human race.
For example, the letter openers and razors produced by the Flying Eagle Company are sharper than Semitic swords. From this, we can know the development of the human steel and metallurgical industry.
And by understanding the carriages produced by the Flying Eagle Company, those experienced bureaucrats can know that the human race is at least 30% higher than them in terms of transportation capacity.
In addition, beautiful silk, exquisite porcelain... these luxuries all represent wealth of staggering value.
Literary works such as poetry and novels, which mark the level of civilization of a society, also contain the great ideas of human society.
Not to mention, the books they produced.
Their books can actually be produced in large quantities instead of copied bit by bit manually. This is the thing that scares the Semitic aristocratic elite the most~!
This also means that human knowledge education is no longer restricted by production costs and can be taught to more people.
Maybe one day, a little sheepherder in the countryside of the human race will have richer knowledge than the elites of the Semitic nobles.
The nobles of Lingshan have been observing the development of the human continent and estimating the power possessed by human beings, but... But judging from the results of the estimation, their situation is not optimistic.
Therefore, from deep down in their hearts, everyone is not willing to go to war with the human race, at least not now.
Therefore, when Hawks asked the question, they all raised their heads and looked at the high priest, hoping that he could give them a reason or explanation.
As the chief disciple of the high priest, Cameron was furious. He took a step forward and shouted angrily: "Bold, are you questioning the high priest's decision?"
Admiral Hawks of the Guards raised his head and looked at Cameron without any sign of weakness.
He was not afraid of this old ghost manipulating the coup, and said loudly: "I don't dare to do it in a humble position, but we must consider it from a military perspective."
His words were neither arrogant nor humble, and were very resounding.
After the Ling Shen coup, the Praetorian Guard was the only place that was not touched by those who came to power in the coup.
The Praetorian Guards are all children of nobles.
According to the official propaganda of the Semitic people, these brave young men are the elite of the Semitic people and the backbone of the country. But in layman's terms, ordinary people can't control them at all.
This also caused them to be arrogant and arrogant.
Therefore, the admirals and commanders in charge of the Imperial Guard must not only be officially appointed by the government, but also must have the support of the nobles to secure their positions.
At that time, many royal nobles and bureaucrats were killed during the Madolins coup, which caused a lot of anger among the nobles. Later, with the strong support of the Lich Cameron, it calmed down.
In order to avoid further aggravating the situation and touching the bottom line of the nobles, he was extremely wise and did not poke the hornet's nest of the Imperial Guard.
The righteous speech of Admiral Hawks of the Imperial Guard was supported by most people. They silently raised their heads and stared at the high priest, with even a hint of stubbornness in their eyes.
"You..." Cameron clenched his fist in anger - in this continent, no one should dare to question the high priest.
The High Priest of the Undead waved his hand magnanimously, gesturing for Cameron to step back, faced the flash man, and said slowly: "Now is the best time."
The high priest also knew that if he did not give the nobles a satisfactory answer, they would really dare to refuse to carry out the order, and it would be useless even if he killed them all.
It is still up to them to fight this war.
He also had to patiently explain it to them.
The high priest glanced at the nobles in the Demon Temple and said: "Humanity's basic strength is far stronger than ours. They have many people and a large land. This is their advantage, so they can wear us down through a war of attrition."
The high priest glanced back at Hadou who had turned into an undead without any trace. Hadou explained these strategic issues to him in detail little by little.
Admiral Hawks and the Lingshan nobles all nodded. Regarding the failure of the last Thousand-Year War, the Lingshan people had made a thorough conclusion.
"This is the advantage of human beings. The longer time goes by, the greater the advantage of human beings in basic strength." The high priest said: "We don't have the next hundred years to wait. If we don't take action, we will have to usher in an active attack by humans.
.I still have fresh memories of the war when humans landed on the Semitic continent six hundred years ago.
Rather than wait for the flames of war to burn across our land, we should take the initiative to attack."
Many people nodded in agreement with the high priest's statement. It can be seen from the fight between the Semites in Lorraine that the Holy See of Light has never given up the idea of landing the Semites again.
And what's different from the last time is that this time the human race Lorraine sneaked into the mainland and spied on the Semitic people everywhere. The mountains and rivers, the geography, the city passes, the passes, the troops stationed... All kinds of military information have been in his hands.
With this information, once the Semitic war breaks out again, the human race will no longer just turn a blind eye, but it will almost be equivalent to a local war, which will inevitably cause major damage to the Semitic tribe.
"The balance of power determines that this war will be a fatal war with one blow." The high priest said slowly: "We will not repeat the mistakes of a thousand years ago. Our goal is not to eliminate human beings, but to destroy them.
Integrate into our society.”
These words of the high priest resonated with the people of Lingshan.
The richness of the human continent has long attracted their salivation. Just thinking about the beautiful scenery of bringing that continent under their rule makes the Lingshan people's hearts swell.
With the human continent, who cares about the barren Semitic homeland.
"Our advantage is the powerful war fortress and the invincible magic power." The high priest said loudly: "The Semitic warriors will attack the heart of the enemy under the cover of the overwhelming war fortress.
As long as the supporting force of the human continent is defeated, the remaining scattered small countries will not be a concern."
Even Admiral Hawks had to admit that what the high priest said made sense. The advantages of the Semitic tribe were the powerful dark mages, lichs and a large number of war fortresses.
Although the number of war fortresses is classified as top secret, and no one knows the exact number except the high priest himself, the upper Semitic people have deduced from various clues that the number should be no less than 200.
This is an incomparably powerful force.
The high priest smiled and said: "Currently, humans have no war fortress that can compare with ours. Intelligence shows that human war fortresses are all gathered in Maple Leaf Danlin, and their number does not exceed sixty. But..."
The high priest suddenly said seriously: "It only took humans one year to build these sixty war fortresses."
The Lingshan people in the temple were suddenly shocked. How many years did it take the high priest to build two hundred war fortresses?
One hundred years or two hundred years?
It took even longer to hoard the energy crystals needed to run the war fortress.
The high priest said: "And mankind continues to build war fortresses at a rate of one per week. If we wait any longer, our only advantage will gradually disappear.
When mankind is sitting on two hundred war fortresses, that is when the flames of war are ignited in the Semitic continent. We can no longer wait, now is our best and our last chance."
The Semitic nobles looked at the high priest in disbelief. Humans were building war fortresses at a rate of one per week!
As a knowledge- and capital-intensive war fortress, the construction speed of just a few a year was overwhelming the Semitic people, which triggered peasant uprisings one after another.
But human beings are actually mass-producing war fortresses like hens laying eggs.
"We can't just sit back and watch," the Semites secretly thought at the same time.
If you wait any longer, you will die.
Waiting for humans to carry hundreds of war fortresses and send an army of three to five million to land on the Semitic people. The air will be covered by war fortresses, and the ground will be opened with artillery...
As Bing Feng pointed out, those damn untouchables will definitely turn against each other.
As long as they think about this scene in their hearts, they can't help but tremble.
The Semitic nobles would not think that those dead people would resist to the end for them.
Maybe I sold them for a lollipop.
Then……
There will be no more, and the great Semitic nobles will disappear in the long river of history.
In order to survive the Semitic people and continue the eternal glory of the Semitic nobles in the future, this war must be carried out.
General Melo, the commander of the Praetorian Guards in the crowd, lowered his head and said wordlessly: "Lie."
Seeing that the fellow tribesmen around him were being incited by the high priest, Mero couldn't help but feel sad. He and a friend in the distance looked at each other, and each could see the worry in the other's eyes.
Mero cursed in his heart: "A bunch of idiots. When will you understand that the Semitic's greatest enemy is not humans, but the Undead, the High Priest of the Undead.
This news must be conveyed as soon as possible.”
But who should pass it on? And to whom should it be passed? Mero had no idea in his mind.
"And..." The high priest put his hands behind his back and patrolled with bright eyes, saying: "There are human spies among us."
There was an uproar in the Great Demon Temple. The Lingshan nobles looked at each other and asked each other angrily: "Who is it? Who is it?"
"I'll kill him if I catch him."
"Who betrayed us~!"
Madolins was stunned for a moment when he suddenly heard the news, but only for a moment.
He has known for a long time that there are human undercovers among the top leaders of Lingshan. This is not a secret. There are even human assassins in Caribbean City.
He also knew that someone was secretly plotting to overthrow him. Although he didn't know who it was yet, he would be able to find out one day.
In a place like Arkadelin, it is really difficult to keep secrets.
Madolins was surprised why the high priest would say it publicly.
This will only weaken the morale of the Lingshan people and create a sense of distrust among the higher-ups.
To catch spies, you should do it secretly.
Soon he found that the high priest's eyes fell on the only white-robed man in the crowd. Madolins suddenly realized that the high priest was testing the defected human bishop.
The bishop narrowed his eyes and glanced at the nobles in the temple with a fierce expression. At the same time, he clenched his fists, as if he would jump up and beat him to death if he found out that someone was a spy.
The high priest turned his eyes and thought to himself: It's not him~!
The high priest had been observing the bishop just now. When the high priest said these words, he did not show a trace of panic. On the contrary, after being stunned for a moment, he immediately became fierce and aggressive, with extremely emotional fluctuations.
clear.
The high priest is confident that if he is a spy, his instinctive reaction will not escape his own eyes.
The high priest smiled slightly, and then continued: "The spies among us are betraying us to humans.
We can no longer endure it. Now, today, we set out to attack and establish the immortal achievements of our Semitic people.
Victory will definitely belong to us~!"
"For the Semites~!"
"Long live~!"
Shocking cheers instantly erupted from the Great Demon Temple.
The Semitic nobles raised their arms, their faces flushed with excitement, and shouted slogans at the top of their lungs.
The prospect described by the high priest is undoubtedly wonderful, and more importantly, it is achievable. Among other things, two hundred war fortresses are enough to ensure victory in the war.
As long as they win, all the beautiful things in the human continent will belong to them.
With a smile on his face, the high priest of the undead walked past the excited Semitic nobles, walked out of the gate of the Demon Temple, and stood in front of the gate of the temple.
The hundreds of thousands of Semitic people gathered in the square looked at the high priest who appeared in surprise, and then couldn't help but shout excitedly.
"Long live the high priest~!"
"Long live~!"
The crowd in the square knelt on the ground and paid homage to the high priest in front of the temple.
In the eyes of the Semitic people, the high priest of the undead is the real god and has unrivaled prestige.
At this time, the bright sky above everyone suddenly darkened, and the shadows blocked the sunlight.
The people kneeling in the square couldn't help but raise their heads.
A dark cloud consisting of a war fortress slowly flew over their heads.
The war fortress flies at an extremely low altitude, as if it is within reach.
The crowd couldn't help but scream in surprise.
The huge war fortresses are arranged in a line every four, with only a dozen meters between them.
Column after column, seemingly endless.
At first, some people counted them, but they soon gave up. There were so many, so many that they couldn't even be counted.
They flew out from behind the Demon Temple and swarmed out like locusts. They passed over the heads of the high priest and the Semitic people and were inspected.
The high priest looked up proudly to his war fortress army. No one in this world could stop this powerful force.
It took a full quarter of an hour for all the war fortresses to pass over the Great Demon Temple. They were suspended in the sky above Arkadelin, quietly looking down at the crowd at their feet, showing the Semitic people the terrifying power of the undead clan.
A thin middle-aged man in the crowd lowered his head, lowered his hat, and murmured: "Two hundred and twenty, this is going to be difficult~!"
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