Iris Demon Fox, Moon Shadow Werewolf, and Blue Water Mushroom People, the three major groups together sent a letter to the Dragon Clan Elders Council on the Chongrong East Battlefield.
The content of the letter was to ask why no frontline messenger reported that Serel troops had broken through the heavy battlefield.
According to previous communications, the Seler coalition's operation to bypass the heavy battlefield has failed, so the only possibility is that there is a flaw in the frontal battlefield.
Each front of the Heavy Velvet is equipped with harpies, flying dragons and other races with air superiority to collect information and forward it to the next-level battlefield so that they can make adequate preparations.
In other words, this was a shameful dereliction of duty. Such dereliction of duty caused many races near the central plain of Mostana to suffer catastrophe, and even caused the Iris Demon Fox to be inadvertently blocked at the door of its home by the enemy.
Two days have passed, and the news from Blue Water's sentinels is not very good.
The Serel army that contained the throat area 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 didn't engage in massacres, but wherever they went they would loot the local people's food and destroy all their buildings.
Hearing this, the big and small Kelur and the werewolves were relieved, because their territory was within the effective attack range of Selel's cavalry. If Selel caused a massacre, his own tribe, as well as those innocent civilians of other races, would be affected.
It's basically impossible to escape.
Lu Yu was an outsider, and his first impression was completely different from that of the locals.
"It sucks."
Selel is stationed on the main road that can restrain the Iris Demon Fox from transporting food, which means that if they want to transport food in large quantities, they must go on rugged and difficult roads. Even with the blessing of magic, it will have a subtle impact on the front line.
Of course, in this situation where we have to take care of ourselves, whether we are on the front line or not is secondary.
Autumn is about to enter, and the food harvest is abundant. A large number of races need to store food for the winter in order to cope with the death of the land after the severe cold.
The moment the vast white snow falls, all living beings on this land are equal.
Serel plundered 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-Sereer Alliance.
Not accepting other races means not recognizing the membership of the alliance and refusing to save them.
Accepting other races means that you have to use your own people's food to feed a large number of refugees.
Perhaps all major races are unanimous in hating Serel.
Put a Serel before them, and everyone will roar and rush to tear him to pieces.
But when the anti-Selre people need to give up their own interests and even the chance of survival, how many people can unswervingly say "Yes, we are members of the alliance, and I am willing to share my bowl of rice with
One share for a companion”?
These races have had grievances with each other for a long time. Because of Selel, everyone cooperates with each other in a harmonious manner, which can be reflected in the public as a kind of friendship that only exists on the surface.
It is foreseeable that the Serer people looted and held the front line behind the enemy lines in order to make the situation in the rear messy.
There are masters in this Serel army.
But Lu Yu didn't understand one thing.
An army with few supplies goes alone behind enemy lines, which basically means that it needs to fight non-stop. If it wants to return safely in the end, it must face numerous interceptions.
Generally, such a team is mainly light, with all cavalry being the norm, but Serel's army is equipped with a large number of infantry.
Either this army entered the central area of Mostana with the belief that it would die.
Or, they are very confident that after traveling behind enemy lines, they can still triumph without the collapse of their army.
If it's the latter...what's their confidence?
Orkus found that it was very difficult to insist on oneself. Although according to the pre-war concept, it only needed to plunder and let the major races of Mostana be troubled by refugees and food shortages. Generally speaking, as long as it directly affected
Confrontation at the front line counts as a successful strategy.
But just looting is obviously not in line with human nature, because the Serel army is very hungry.
The cavalry are the best among the best selected from all armies in Seler. They have trained for many years just for war.
The blood and heads of their enemies are important sources of military merit for them. In order to exchange for promotion and more money, they would like to turn all the aliens they see into corpses and cut off their ears.
Although the infantry are not as strong as these well-trained cavalry, they can boldly hope for military honors in exchange for titles, but they can also boldly hope for gold and silver.
Prisoners of elves and demon foxes can be exchanged for high bounties, or even directly apply to be private slaves.
Werewolves and other half-orcs can be sold to merchants at the port, bringing themselves huge wealth...
Countless desires intertwined, causing the plan drawn up by the Imperial Commander-in-Chief and His Majesty to gradually deform.
"That's what His Majesty and the great nobles said. They know better than anyone else that this desire cannot be controlled. This is the perfect fuel to drive the Seler people to expand their territory. Once this valve is closed, their
The fighting spirit will plummet."
General Luo Ta never understood why Orkus was so depressed. In his opinion, everything in the empire was developing for the better.
Brave soldiers are opening up territories, and a powerful empire is rising like the scorching sun, which will soon hang high in the sky of Mostana, illuminating everything here.
Each of them can grab a lot of benefits from this land and gain a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. Their desire for power is infinitely magnified here, making them like gods.
What determines the survival or destruction of a race is not the statues of gods who stand among these races and enjoy blood food and faith... but them.
Three seven-staff magicians and three imperial generals, they are the masters of this land.
Luo Ta commanded the soldiers to escort the captured snake men to their statue, which was a strange snake head statue with a ferocious face and fangs like a porcupine.
Luo Ta squatted down slowly, seeing the fear in the snake people's eyes and their bodies shaking due to uneasiness.
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 he was the snake god, Luo Ta would smile and ask the soldiers to pull out their steel swords and kill the man.
"My thought can make you die or live, but the snake god can only watch all this blankly... Are you more willing to believe in the snake god than me?"
Luo Ta, who believed in Mendira, the creation god of Serel, always did this to foreign gods. He and Izarebi of the Seven Staffs knocked down the gods of the surrounding races one by one, and laughed and compared themselves to the pioneers of civilizing the ignorant.
, causing those statues that embody racial bonds and beliefs to be stained with the blood of the people one by one.
Orcus, who didn't know how many times he had seen this scene, no longer opened his mouth.
At first he would try to stop it, but when he found that out of the six people he was the only one who seemed so out of place, and no matter what he said, the other five people would just agree and never listen, Orkus got tired.
The commander's actions directly affected the Seventh Army.
The soldiers who thought they were sent by Mendila, the creator god, to civilize the barbarians no longer had any moral scruples.
The soldiers who originally followed Orkus's advice and did not intend to kill foreigners indiscriminately heard their companions bragging about how many prey they had harvested today and how much military merit they had gained. They adhered to the bottom line and saw graceful figures appearing in the military camp, and
The sounds of joy echoed in the camp; ropes were tied around the necks of the strange-looking aliens, and the number of gold coins they could sell was directly engraved on their skin.
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 was laughing. His throat was dry and his mouth felt like he had eaten a bite of bitter melon.
Orkus, who could no longer control his emotions, gradually calmed down after seeing the demon fox's big shining eyes and restless twisting tail.
Orkus sat in front of his desk, quietly studying the demon fox.
"name."
Orkus thought that the demon fox could not understand the Mostana language, so he raised his head.
The demon fox spoke timidly at this moment.
"bread…"
Orcus glanced at his desk, where the fresh bread had just been assigned to him by the logistics department.
Orkus did not dislike this demon fox who was so bold that he dared to beg for food from him. He used magic power to deliver the basket of bread to the demon fox.
"Before you eat, tell me your name."
The demon fox squeezed his furry little hands in panic: "Bread..."
This time Orkus reacted.
"You just want bread?"
The demon fox nodded.
Orkus sighed feebly. No matter which race, the lower class people's expectations for their children are often directly reflected in their names.
Seeing that Orcus had no intention of taking back the bread, "Bread" ate the bread.
"You don't seem to be afraid of me?"
While chewing the bread, he replied: "It's useless to be afraid. What should happen will happen sooner or later... If possible, I don't want to starve to death."
Orkus expressed his appreciation for this free and easy idea.
He just enjoyed the mukbang of bread.
The bread was not big and only reached his waist. His appearance and age reminded Orcus of his daughter Kalani when she was a child.
The child who once held her arms for a hug began to move further and further away from her. She didn't even want him to appear at the wedding.
Although he knew Kalani was in the 7th Army, Orkus had never visited her.
He didn't want his daughter to deal with her superiors' expressions.
She choked on the bread she ate too quickly, and while suppressing her blush, her eyes rested on Orkus' water glass.
Orcus handed her the water, and after she had eaten and drank enough, she began to work at her desk.
Without raising his head, he said: "You stay here with me for the time being. I will tell others that you are my new servant. Later you will get a sign from me. This sign will prevent you from being raped."
The people in the military camp bullied me.”
"Don't disturb me while I'm working and experimenting. If not, I will take back the brand."
"Do I need to make something else to eat?"
"No, I will have leftovers here every day. If you want to eat, just help me finish it." Orkus waved his hand in annoyance, "Now I am going to start the experiment, you can go outside and watch."
When the bread left, Orcus's face darkened.
"How long can I hold on..."
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The special envoy of the Dragon Clan Elders Council came to Blue Water on the fourth day of the joint summons among the three tribes.
Those who came were not pure-blooded dragons, but three half-dragons.
It has pale golden vertical pupils, slightly curly hair, gray-brown dragon horns shaped like goat horns, and is covered with hard, light green scales, as well as a slender tail.
It was the first time for Sigrid to see someone of her own race, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances in the crowd.
The mist demon was outspoken and whispered directly into Sigrid's ear.
"The horns are not as thick as yours, the luster is not strong, and the taupe color is too ugly. However, your color looks like a gradient and is handsome."
Because she had never seen Sigrid transform into a dragon, the mist demon only compared the horns.
Sigrid was particularly impressed by the mist demon's praise. She raised her chest and raised her head, and said proudly: "There is also a big gap between the Argonians."
The dragon envoy explained the problem of missing information in the Mushroom Castle.
The reason is that the Elf coalition forces on the Western Front battlefield are constantly undergoing "strategic shifts", and during this process, several messenger dragons responsible for information collection met with the coalition forces and were attacked by Selel, and the entire army was eventually annihilated.
Because of the mutual disconnection, the elves did not know that the team on the Feilong side had been destroyed, and thought that after the battlefield was divided, the information they brought to the battle was not smooth.
This gap was seized by Seler's team that penetrated into the middle of Mostana.
Fortunately, Serel's army seemed to be suspicious of this.
After entering the rear without any resistance, they were not only careful when marching on the plains, not daring to move forward quickly, but they also carefully set up an ambush, planning to attack the ambush front and back when they were besieged...
Da Ke Luer 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 did not send any information to the rear. Is this the Dragon Clan's dispatching ability?"
The younger Kelu'er poked her sister's waist with her elbow, but the older Kel'er remained unmoved and looked directly at the three envoys.
The three Dragon Clan envoys had serious expressions on their faces and their voices became cold.
"Iris, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the coalition commander will inevitably make mistakes in his dispatch."
"Your mistake has caused the Iris clan to be blocked by more than 10,000 Serel elites on the main road. They are now wreaking havoc in our territory, looting, and displacing a large number of civilians of the race!"
"The elites of Iris are all on the front line, assisting the giants without reservation in resisting Selel's ferocious attack. There is not much combat power in the clan at all. Your mistakes may kill countless of my clan members!"
"I don't want to hear about mistakes, I want solutions, remedies!"
The dragon envoy stated calmly: "The Presbyterian Council is temporarily unable to dispatch the frontline forces to solve Iris's predicament. Once Iris is rescued, the frontline will be greatly constrained."
"Many races in the south of Mostana can definitely gather their strength to fight against the Serel army. There are still many who have not joined the coalition. Iris can definitely convince them."
The dragon envoy smiled and said: "The enemy only has more than 10,000 people. As long as the races in the south of Mostana unite, Iris's predicament will be relieved soon."