There are still seventeen and a half days until the King of the Undead arrives in Diya Valley. This is the time calculated from the display of the Elf Magic Map before it finally expires.
As the King of the Undead continues to advance, more and more creatures are being enveloped in this aura and turned into undead and huge undead monsters summoned from the ground. The undead legions around him are getting bigger and bigger, and he himself
The black aura emitted is getting stronger and stronger, and even through the remote sensing of this map, you can experience the terrifying and breathtaking feeling. Finally, in the last display, the precious magical legacy left by the ancient elven empire exploded.
Fortunately, no matter how the huge undead army surrounding the King of the Undead expands, its speed has always been constant, and his path is equally clear. After coming out of the ruins of the Glory Castle, he pointed straight to
To the south, that is the direction of Diya Valley.
An ominous atmosphere finally began to spread in the royal capital. The first thing that came was about what happened in the Glory Castle, and then there was the chain reaction that followed.
The journey from the Glory Castle to the Shadow Whirl Mountains is not a flat wilderness. It will pass through the territories of two countries. But now these two countries have become a dead land of black earth ruins without any life. The news of the Glory Castle can be blocked.
, the teleportation magic circle can be controlled, but it is impossible for an airtight wall to block such a loud wind noise between the two vehicles.
Although the news from businessmen from the West was vague, some people have recognized the Paladins and Cardinals who have been frequenting the Magic Academy in recent days. This is excellent evidence.
The Magic Academy has been semi-closed. Many mysterious figures who come and go through the teleportation magic circle every day never leave the Magic Academy or talk to other people, but the aura and demeanor of their gestures and gestures can be seen as absolutely extraordinary.
Various rumors are flying around. About how the Glory Castle has changed, some people even quietly speculate that all this is actually just smoke. In fact, it may be a prelude to a rebellion. In fact, the Holy Knights and the Prime Minister do control
The emperor, who had only a symbolic role in the past, was completely in the palace. If his reputation in the past two days had not been too high, and other princes and ministers did not have any special reaction, the king
They had already fallen into huge chaos.
However, no one within the Magic Academy cares about these things, not even the Prime Minister and Captain Roland. Compared with these rumors, what they have to face is ten times more troublesome.
What they have a headache now is how to gather all the troops they can in these seventeen days and send them in front of the undead army, and then forcefully open a way and send Asa and Gru to their death.
In front of the King of Spirits.
The person who has the biggest headache now is Asa. He never thought that one day he would have such a headache.
Although he never thought that he was qualified to be a hero or a leader, he never expected that being such a person would be so tiring and overwhelming.
As promised before, the Pope seemed to have really handed everything over to him. I don’t know what Elder Lloyd said to them after he came down. Whether it was the Pope, Lancelot or the two tower owners of the Tower of Teeth.
There was no further change, which really confirmed his status as the leader of the plan. All deployments, preparations, and plans were solely decided by him.
When we were on top of the ancient war tree, we were determined and majestic, with no regard for life and death. Unfortunately, the problems in reality are never the same as in knight novels. It is just a heroic Qianyun who goes straight to the yellow dragon on his own. The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.
Solved. Only then could he be fully sure, extremely sure, that he was definitely not the material to do these big things. Even if the Pope and Lancelot did not deliberately create difficulties, and could even be said to be very helpful, there were already enough
People come to help him with staff planning, statistics and other tasks. The statistics, data, analysis and decisions every day are still too much for him.
"Judah Park refused to send troops. This is understandable. In the Battle of Eufu, he showed his elite performance. However, he promised to provide logistical support to the troops of several surrounding countries. However, his resources are also limited. If he provides Erathia, he will not
Perhaps taking into account several other smaller principalities, who should provide this logistical support?"
"Erasia sent 10,000 of the most elite troops headed by the Knights of the Kingdom. Their equipment and combat capabilities are impeccable. The troops from other countries combined are probably similar to him. Their departure time is like this...
"Immediately, the priest reported the corresponding information, and immediately marked the number of troops and marching routes from each country on the map.
There are not only priests and magicians in the Glory Castle, there are also many specially trained military and strategic talents.
"Erasia's national strength is the strongest and is provided to several other principalities." Asa thought for a while and said.
"I think it would be better to give it to Erathia." Lancelot said in the tone that an aide should have.
"Why?"
"Erasia has sent the largest number of troops, almost going all out, which has exceeded our requirements. As a role model for all countries, providing them with logistical support at this time can encourage other countries to send troops with peace of mind." The Pope explained. Then
He chuckled. "Katherine, this woman is really very aware of current affairs... I hope it's not just because of Inham."
"And in terms of distance, Erathia is also the farthest away. Look here..." Lancelot tapped the mark on the map with criticism. The priest in charge of military strategy had clearly marked enough information.
It's just that Asa doesn't understand it very well, and even if he does, it's difficult to deduce the results. "If they are required to be responsible for their own logistics and supplies, they may not be able to get to the battlefield within the set time."
"Well, that's it." Asa nodded. This is what he said most these days.
The Pope and Lancelot were standing by to explain advice to Asa like a staff. This was definitely the most senior and most efficient staff in the world. No matter he or anyone else, he would never have dreamed that they would be there to give advice.
Unfortunately Asa still has a headache.
The priest continued to report: "The Principality of Cross is only willing to send two thousand troops. These are not the most elite Grand Duke's personal guards required, but ordinary soldiers drawn from the ordinary army."
Lancelot shook his head and said: "This kind of troops are not even qualified to be cannon fodder in front of the undead army. The number of undead they destroy will never be more than the undead they become after their own death. In the end, they will waste the purification of the priests."
Technique."
"It's not that we can't send troops, but that we are unwilling to send troops. There are many magicians and priests in the Grand Duke's personal guard. They will definitely be useful in the battle. Every bit of power is precious now, and we must fight for it."
"Why is he unwilling to send troops?" Asa asked with a frown.
"Save your strength." The Pope said calmly.
"How can you still retain your strength under the current circumstances?" Asa couldn't figure it out.
"The army of the undead and the king of the undead are too far away for these people, and they have not seen it with their own eyes. It is no more convincing than the gain or loss of thousands of gold coins in a small piece of land. If it weren't for the fact that the Glory Castle has indeed fallen, and Ouf
If he also sent out all his troops, these people might not pay attention. The Grand Duke has made many enemies, otherwise he would not have spent so much time building an elite personal guard. He was afraid that someone would take the opportunity to deal with him... and his ambitions have always been quite big. If he were
While the elites of other countries have been decimated, we are still able to preserve our strength. Then the power of the park can undoubtedly take advantage of this opportunity to expand."
"Then... what do you two think we should do now?" This was the second most common thing Asa said these days.
"I think we should kill him first, then draw up a charge against him, and re-appoint a successor in the name of His Majesty the Pope. The Falcon Empire has long existed in name only, and His Majesty's appointment is enough." After thinking about it, Lancelot
Said very lightly.
"The Grand Duke's brothers and nephews are also very ambitious and capable. The Grand Duke's family has a strong cohesion. At least they cannot leave enough power to hinder this operation." The Pope said suddenly.
"Well, then we will kill them all. Only I will go there in person. It won't take long by taking a gryphon from Erathia." Lancelot nodded.
"It is better to use mediation and negotiation to solve the problem." If you just look at this attitude, it is difficult for Asa to believe that these are the Paladins and the Pope, not bandit bosses like Silica. And no matter how fierce and murderous the bandits are, it is impossible
If you tell a prince of a principality to kill, kill him.
"Extraordinary times use extraordinary measures. Do you think we still have time to play diplomacy slowly?" The Pope smiled sarcastically.
"Then there's no need to just kill the whole family."
"Courtesy first, then attack, so that people are on guard and not easy to take action. The Grand Duke is not a coward. This thunderous method is also a way to express his position, so that all other countries and principalities understand the seriousness of the matter and understand that this is not the time for intrigues. We will never
No intrigue is allowed."
Asa thought for a while and shook his head: "Even so, it's too... big deal. I don't care if I don't want those two thousand people..."
"It doesn't matter. We have already said that you are the supreme leader of our battle. You can decide what to do." The Pope said coldly. "But we have the responsibility to remind you that if something starts here, other countries will
There must be scruples and superfluous thoughts, whether they will leave some remaining force to defend the Principality of Cross or follow their example and want to fish in troubled waters, what we lack is not just these two thousand personal guards."
"Are you sure that negotiation and persuasion won't be effective?" Asa asked again. But even he himself felt that his question was a bit silly.
"Definitely. Because of the death of Pope Magnus." The Pope's voice was still cold and indifferent. "The Grand Duke's ambition has been suppressed only because of the existence of Pope Magnus. Now he has no need for it."
After a pause, he added, "I heard that they were very good friends when they were young."
The surrounding priests looked normal, and so did he. However, in the eyes of the priests and all the believers, he was the new Pope Adela, but in his own heart, this was not the case.
"No need, all the strategic arrangements have been agreed upon by you. Just let me know once you've agreed. Anyway, it seems the result will be the same." Asa finally let out a long sigh.
"Oh?" Both the Pope and Lancelot were a little surprised, although they had already vaguely felt the result.
"Leave it to us? Didn't you work so hard to control your own destiny before?" The Pope's expression and tone were somewhat sarcastic. "Aren't you afraid that we will secretly plot against you?"
"I believe in you. I believe that you have nothing to calculate at this point. I just leave the process to you. At least the result is not that you ask me to die, but that I fight for the chance of survival."
"I think the ending is the same." The Pope smiled sharply.
"The ending you think is not my ending. This is different." Asa spread his hands and actually patted the Pope on the shoulder. "Then I'll leave these troublesome things to you. I'm sorry.
Thank you for your hard work."
One thing is never just one thing. Every meaning and possibility it represents extends to other larger and more fields. This is politics.
Asa knew, but he didn't understand. Knowing and understanding were completely different things. Asa understood this.
Politics is actually not as dirty as many people think. In a broad sense, it is the highest level of human means to deal with things, a reflection of intelligence, ability and openness. The so-called dirty concept is actually nothing more than the lack of intelligence and ability but
A comforting and noble hat that people who don't understand their own shortcomings put on themselves. Asa didn't know this before and didn't understand it. He still doesn't know it now, but he understands it.
He is indeed not the person who can do these things. He knows this, so he does this.
"Don't be embarrassed. I will try my best to send you to the sword of the Dark Star." The Pope waved his hand coldly. "Then get out now. My thinking ability will decline when you are in my sight."