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The Hessians moved very quickly, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs completed communication with the Alpha Kingdom as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, no matter how fast they were, they could not stop their premeditated plans.

While the king's envoys were still on their way, fires were already burning in the southeastern provinces.

The granary in the north of the city, which was of great "strategic significance", was currently being enveloped in raging fire.

The nearby garrison soldiers were still adding firewood to make the fire burn brighter. There were also noble officers nearby complaining that the warehouse was not easy to burn.

A shoddy project inevitably has various problems. For example, the barn door is made directly from living wood, and it will not burn if the fire is small.

The king's envoy Earl Ian, who came in a hurry, happened to witness this classic scene, and then walked into the camp as if nothing had happened.

"Marshal, Governor, this is His Majesty's order, please send troops as soon as possible to destroy the inner earth race entrenched in the Blackstone Mountains!"

As a smart man, Count Ian is very clear about his role, and his task is only to deliver orders.

As for the game between big shots, he, the court earl, is not something he should be involved in.

"knew!

Your Excellency, it is an unlucky time for you to come. The enemy's night attack destroyed the strategic supplies we had hoarded on the front line.

Tell your majesty that we are raising supplies again and will send troops as soon as we are ready!"

After hearing Hudson's answer, Earl Ian looked admiring. As expected of the marshal of the kingdom, his ability to tell lies with open eyes is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Although he clearly doesn't want to send troops, he still pretends to be in a hurry to send troops.

If he hadn't seen the billowing smoke rising on the way here, and went over to check it out out of curiosity, he would have believed it.

"Marshal, I will convey your words truthfully!"

Without any hesitation, Count Ian immediately expressed his stance.

You must never know things you shouldn't know. This is the law of survival for nobles.

As for the king, if there is an urgent need to send troops from the southeastern province, he should not issue an order, but summon people to the royal capital for a meeting and do ideological work on the spot.

Ever since the Southeastern Province stated that it did not need reinforcements from the kingdom, the king's right to speak has been very low when it comes to dealing with the issues of the inner-earth race entrenched in the Blackstone Mountains.

The war was fought by the local nobles, and the expenses were borne by the local nobles. Naturally, they had the final say on how to fight the war.

After saying that, Count Ian left directly. The mission of delivering the message was only halfway through, and his boss was still waiting for a reply.

What's more, given his status, even if he stayed here, he wouldn't be entertained ceremoniously.

There was an insurmountable gap between the feudal nobles and the court nobles, and the status of the king's envoy was only useful to the small and medium-sized nobles.

Unless the king is particularly strong and can suppress the great nobles in the country, they will not have much face in their activities outside.

If it had been the era of Caesar III, a reception banquet would have been indispensable, but now neither Governor Hudson nor Governor Pierce has spoken to persuade him to stay.

It's not that they don't understand the ways of the world, but it's a tacit understanding between the great nobles.

If you want to maintain your aloof status, you must keep your distance from the king. Otherwise, if everyone goes to please the king, how will everyone have the right to speak now?

Watching Earl Ian leave, Governor Hudson and Governor Pierce looked at each other and smiled.

The diplomatic actions of the Hessians were no secret to them. As powerful figures in the kingdom, there were plenty of people in the court who were willing to sell their favors.

The Royal Government was able to agree to the Hessians' request because they did not obstruct it.

It's hard to do good things, but it's very easy to do bad things.

Just looking over old accounts and hyping up public opinion can make negotiations more difficult.

…

Blackstone Mountains.

The centipede clan, which had just had a few good days, soon ran into trouble.

The Hundred Mile Corridor is richer than the inner earth world, but it is still essentially a barren mountain with not many supplies for food.

It is true that the giant centipede is not a vegetarian, but if it wants to meet its nutritional needs by eating grass and leaves, the amount required is not ordinary.

One clan member consumes dozens of pounds, and if thousands of clan members are added together, the consumption is still an astronomical figure.

It was too difficult to transport food from the rear, so we had to rely on local supplies. Soon the hundred-mile corridor became bare.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A shower of meteorites fell on the Centipede camp, followed by raging fire, and then a baptism of hail...

The violent magic fluctuations immediately attracted the attention of the powerful Centipede clan.

"Enemy attack!"

At the same time, the forest was boiling. Countless monsters charged towards the Centipede Camp, and aerial attacks from the enemy continued.

The "beast tide" broke out!

The number of Warcraft in the inner earth world is very few, and even if there are Warcraft, they are far apart from each other. How have you ever seen such a big scene?

Warcraft has been able to survive on the continent of Aslant for so many years. What if it doesn't have any strength?

In the extraordinary world, ordinary mountains are not insurmountable chasms.

The Blackstone Mountains can always stand between the two kingdoms. The most important thing is that there are a large number of high-level magical beasts entrenched in the mountains.

Normally, these monsters each occupy a territory and are constantly fighting each other, but if anyone dares to reach out to the Blackstone Mountains, they will immediately be besieged by their joint force.

Several major Warcraft-inhabited areas on the mainland have similar rules. It is said that it was made by the ancestors of Warcraft in ancient times to protect their homeland.

After all, compared to all the races on the mainland, no matter how powerful a single monster is, it is still weak.

If you want to survive, you can only join forces.

The intelligence of high-level monsters is no lower than that of humans, so naturally they will not be defeated one by one.

The giant-footed centipede clan obviously violated a taboo. After occupying the hundred-mile corridor, they continued to expand to the mountains on both sides for food.

All the nearby monsters were slaughtered by them.

My younger brother was killed and my home was invaded. How could the sacred monsters above just sit idly by and ignore it!

The scene in front of me is the revenge war launched by the Warcraft clan.

After taking a look at the monsters wandering around the camp, King Centipede had a black line on his forehead.

It's depressing enough to fight an army of monsters in a daze, but why are there so many high-level monsters all at once?

"Your Majesty, there is indeed something wrong with the Hundred Mile Corridor!

Perhaps the reason why the two human kingdoms can be separated by this area is not simply for strategic buffering, but to fear the monsters in the mountains.

Now our appearance has violated certain internal rules of Warcraft, and has been retaliated by the Holy World Warcraft.

The Alpha Kingdom did not pursue the victory, probably not because they were afraid of our strength, but because they wanted to sit back and watch us fight with the monsters so that they could reap the benefits! "

Prime Minister Jawat analyzed worriedly.

It's too late to know this now. Regardless of whether the analysis results are correct or not, the beast tide has already broken out.

Just looking at the dozens of sacred beasts entrenched in the sky, you can tell that today's affairs will not end so easily.

After taking a look at the strong men in his clan, King Centipede finally did not dare to order them to intercept these holy beasts.

It is not easy to cultivate a peak powerhouse, and you cannot squander it casually. Two saints had died on the battlefield before, and King Centipede was still feeling pain in his body.

It would be a huge loss to trade the lives of the strongest members of the clan with the monsters.

The most important thing is: you can’t win!

In terms of the number of sanctuaries, there are not as many centipedes as there are monsters in the sky.

After all, everyone relies on talent, and when they reach adulthood, they will become sacred monsters, which is not a bottleneck at all.

Especially after the elements of heaven and earth become richer, the chances of some eighth-level monsters to break through also increase greatly.

As a long-lived race, the most indispensable thing is old antiques. Only a part of them are coming now. No one can figure out how many sacred monsters there are in the entire Blackstone Mountains.

No matter which overlord rules the continent, they have no intention of attacking these monsters, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

"Your Majesty, we can't let these beasts run wild any longer!

For the current plan, we can only imitate the previous human race and mobilize a large number of eighth-level powerhouses to cooperate with several sages in the clan to contain these holy monsters!"

Howell's heart bleeds at the suggestion.

That night, the human race used the eighth-level powerhouse to contain the Holy Domain. He witnessed how dangerous the battle was.

If it were not for the magic potion to restore the exhausted energy, at least half of the eighth-level human warriors who took action that night would have been lost.

The enemy was able to retreat unscathed, mainly because their own strong men did not know the enemy's trump card and deliberately delayed time on the battlefield, hoping to kill the enemy without risk.

A miscalculation allowed Hudson to arrive in time, causing two of his saints to die on the battlefield.

It is really difficult to replicate that battle now. The number of holy monsters in front of them was more than the number of holy warriors they had that night.

"Venerable Golan, how strong are the sacred monsters above?"

King Centipede asked solemnly.

Don't panic, there are only seven holy warriors in the camp, but thirteen holy beasts appear above them.

It’s obvious that he’s here to bully Centipede!

"Except for the unstable aura of the three heads, which are the result of recent breakthroughs, the rest of them are not weak, and there are a few guys who are as strong as me.

It is best to negotiate with them if possible. As long as these monsters can be persuaded to withdraw, it is worth paying a certain price! "

Lord Golan replied immediately.

It was obvious that he really didn't want to fight this fight.

Comparing yourself with these fools like World of Warcraft is just asking for trouble.

Unless all these sacred monsters can be kept today, the beast tides of all races will always be with them in the future.

And this kind of attack will become stronger and stronger, because the monsters will also look for reinforcements.

"How to talk about it?"

King Centipede said with tears in his eyes.

He has experienced a lot of negotiations, but this is his first time negotiating with Warcraft.

In the inner earth world, he had never heard of such a powerful group of monsters, let alone seen them.

"You order the strong men in the clan to attack together, and talk with them while fighting!

The intelligence of the Holy World Warcraft is no less than ours. As long as they can show enough strength to threaten them, both parties will have the basis for negotiation. "

Lord Golan said slowly.

Deep down in his heart, he had already cursed. If he knew who had attracted these monsters, he would definitely tear that guy into pieces.

"good!

After passing the order, all the eight-level and above strong men in the camp will take action, making sure to contain the enemy's sanctuary.

At the same time, activate all anti-air weapons to provide help to the strong members of the clan as much as possible, and at the same time contain the enemy's flying monsters! "

After issuing a series of orders, King Centipede himself felt that the request was a bit too much.

But there was no way, the flames of war were burning overhead, and no matter what, the enemy could not be allowed to continue attacking overhead.

Compared to other races, Warcraft are much more courageous, relying on their rough skin and thick flesh.

Ordinary bows and arrows pose no threat to monsters at the sanctuary level.

Only special magic equipment can pose a certain threat to the enemy.

For example: the centipede family's signature bed crossbow, coupled with the attack with the magic-breaking gun made of mithril, can pose a threat to the holy monsters.

The prerequisite is that it can hit. If it cannot hit the target, it will be useless no matter how powerful it is.

…

On the battlefield, Warcraft and Centipede soldiers were already fighting in a melee, and the scene was very gorgeous.

In addition to melee combat, Warcraft also comes with its own innate magic.

Those that breathe fire, spit ice, and release thunder... render the battlefield colorful and directly provide a visual feast.

It's a pity that no one can appreciate the beautiful scenery. Many of the monsters caught in the battle are on the verge of going berserk, or have already gone berserk.

In the center of the battlefield, an ancient wild bull has shuttled back and forth among the Centipede army seven times, shattering the formation of the Centipede soldiers.

The three-Bing spear and countless arrows have been inserted into the Man Niu's body. At first glance, it looks like an enlarged version of a hedgehog.

However, the crazy ancient barbarian bull was completely unaware of this, as if his body was not his own.

Seeing this scene, General Centipede hurriedly organized manpower to hunt and kill, but unfortunately all the masters in the army were mobilized.

The ancient barbarian bull is famous for its rough skin and thick flesh, and ordinary attacks cannot break through its defense.

It looked like there were a lot of arrows stuck in the body, but in fact the real threat was the San Bing spear. The arrows didn't break the skin at all. The reason why they were able to stay on it was mainly because the hair of this wild bull was too dense.

In every collision, a large number of arrows would fall, but no blood was seen, which is the best proof.

"kill!"

Officer Centipede ordered coldly.

Danger is also coming, and the current fighting opportunities are obtained by the strong men in the clan with their lives.

The strength of the Warcraft army is not weak, but this army relies entirely on instinct to fight without any coordination.

Once the blood is red, the crazy monster will completely ignore the enemy and the enemy. This is the opportunity for the centipede family.

The bloody battle continues, and the blood has stained the earth red. The number of monsters on the battlefield is getting smaller and smaller, as if they are about to survive this disaster.

King Centipede, who witnessed all this, was not happy at all. The battle on the ground is beneficial to the Centipede family, but the situation in the sky is completely opposite.

In the blink of an eye, another strong man from the Centipede clan was torn in half and fell down, and the corners of King Centipede's eyes became wet.

The centipede who just died was his personal guard. He had been with him for thirty years, but now he ended up with his body separated.

"King Tianqing, the war has progressed so far, and both of us have suffered heavy losses. Are you prepared to die with us?"

Lord Golan asked sharply.