My summons are weird

The Iris Demon Fox, the Moon Shadow Werewolf, and the Blue Water Mushroom Man, the three major ethnic groups together sent a letter to the Dragon Clan Elders Council on the Chongrong East Battlefield.

The content of the letter is to ask why there is no frontline messenger reporting that Celer's army has broken through the Chongrong battlefield.

According to the previous communication, the Celer coalition's operation to bypass the Chongrong battlefield has failed, so the only possibility is that there is a flaw in the frontal battlefield.

Chongrong's various fronts are equipped with harpies, flying dragons and other races with air superiority, collect information, and forward it to the next-level battlefield to make them fully prepared.

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 extinction, and even made the iris magic fox inadvertently blocked by the enemy at the door.

Two days passed, and the news from Lanshui's sentry was not very good.

The Celer army, which contained the throat area of ​​the iris demon fox family, 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 looted the food of the locals and destroyed all their buildings by the way.

Hearing this, the big and small Keluer and the werewolves are relieved, because their territory is within the effective attack range of the Celer cavalry. If Celer causes a massacre, his own people, as well as those innocent civilians of other races Basically doomed.

Lu Yu is an outsider, his first impression is completely different from that of the locals.

"It sucks."

Celer is stationed on the main road that can prevent the iris magic fox from transporting food, which means that they have to take a rough and difficult road to transport food in large quantities. Even with magic blessing, it will have a subtle impact on the front line.

Of course, in this situation where you have to worry about yourself, whether you are on the front line or not is the next best thing.

Autumn is about to enter, and the grain harvest is abundant. A large number of races need to store food for the winter to deal with the dead land after the severe cold.

At the moment when the vast white snow falls, all living beings are equal in this land.

Celer plundered the 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 they must accept these refugees who have lost their homes and provide them with food.

Because they now belong to the same organization—the Anti-Serrier Alliance.

Not accepting other races means not acknowledging the membership of the alliance and not saving them.

Accepting other races means feeding a large number of refugees with their own share of food.

Perhaps all major races are unanimous in hating Celer.

Put a Cyrell in front of them, and they'll all rush up and tear him apart, roaring.

But when the anti-Serlers need to give up their own interests and even their chances of survival, how many people can firmly say "Yes, we are members of the alliance, and I am willing to share my bowl of rice with A companion"?

These races have had grievances with each other for a long time. Because of Celer, everyone can work together in a seemingly indifferent way, which can be reflected in a kind of friendship that only exists on the surface among the people.

It can be foreseen that the Celer people plundered in place and stuck to the enemy's rear front in order to make the rear situation rotten.

There are masters in this Celer army.

But Lu Yu didn't understand one thing.

An army with little supplies going into the enemy's rear alone basically means that he needs to fight non-stop, and if he finally wants to return safely, he must face many obstacles.

Generally, such a team is light and light, and full cavalry is the norm, but Celer's army is equipped with a large number of infantry.

Either this army marched into the central area of ​​Mostana with the belief that it must die.

Or, they have a good chance that after traveling behind enemy lines, they will be able to return triumphantly without the collapse of the army.

If it's the latter... what is their confidence?

Orcus found it very difficult to insist on himself, although according to the pre-war concept, it only needed to plunder and let the major races in Mostana be troubled by refugees and food shortages. Generally speaking, as long as the direct impact A confrontation at the front line is considered a strategic success.

But just looting is obviously not in line with human nature, because Celer's army is very hungry.

The cavalry is the elite among the elite selected from the various armies of Celer, and their training for many years is for war.

The blood and heads of the enemy are their important sources of military merit. In order to get promotion and more money, they would like to turn all the aliens they see into corpses and cut off their ears.

Although the strength of infantry is not as good as these well-trained cavalry, they can boldly hope for military merits to exchange titles, but they can also boldly hope for gold, silver and treasure.

The captives of elves and magic foxes can be exchanged for high rewards, and they can even apply directly to be private slaves.

Half-orcs such as werewolves can be sold to merchants in the port, bringing huge wealth to themselves...

Countless desires are intertwined, gradually deforming the plan formulated by the commander-in-chief of the empire and His Majesty.

"That's what your Majesty and the great nobles said. They know better than anyone else that this desire cannot be controlled. It is an excellent fuel for the Celerians to expand their territories. Once this valve is closed, their The will to fight will plummet."

General Luota still couldn't understand why Orcus was so depressed. In his opinion, everything in the empire was developing for the better.

The brave soldiers are expanding the territory, and the mighty empire is rising like the scorching sun, and it will hang high above the sky of Mostana, illuminating everything here.

Each of them can grab a lot of benefits from this land, gain a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and their desire for power is infinitely magnified here, making them like gods.

It is not the gods who stand among these races and enjoy blood and faith... but they decide whether a family will survive or perish.

Three magicians with seven sticks and three generals of the empire, they are the masters of this land.

Luo Da commanded the soldiers to escort the captured snake people to their god statue, which was a strange snake head with a ferocious face and fangs like a porcupine.

Luo Da squatted down unhurriedly, seeing the panic in the snake man's eyes and their trembling bodies because of anxiety.

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 replied that it was the snake god, Luo Da would smile and ask the soldiers to draw out their steel knives and kill him.

"One thought of mine can make you die or live, but the snake god can only stare blankly at all of this...Compared to me, are you more willing to believe in the snake god?"

Luo Da, who believed in Mendira, the god of creation of Celer, always did this to foreign gods. He and Izarebi, the seven-stick man, knocked down the gods of the surrounding races one by one, and compared themselves to the pioneers of the enlightened and ignorant with a smile. , so that those statues that condensed racial fetters and beliefs were stained with the blood of the tribe one by one.

It was unknown how many times Orkus had seen this scene, his mouth was no longer open.

At first he would try to stop it, but when he found that he was the only one who seemed so out of place among the six people, and no matter what he said, the other five people just echoed and never listened, Orkus was tired.

The commander-in-chief's approach directly affected the Seventh Army.

Soldiers who thought they were sent by the creator god Mendilla to civilize the barbarians no longer had moral scruples.

Originally, the soldiers who followed Orkus' advice and didn't plan to kill foreigners heard their companions showing off how many prey they had harvested today, and how much military merit they converted into; sticking to the bottom line, they saw graceful figures appearing in the barracks, and The sound of joy echoed in the camp; ropes were tied to the necks of the strange-looking aliens, and the number of gold coins they could sell was directly engraved on their skins.

Orcus' voice was drowned out.

He stubbornly wanted to try one last time, but the magic fox that Su Nafa stuffed into his tent made him grin silently.

Orkus didn't know why he was laughing, his throat was dry and his mouth looked like he had eaten a bitter melon raw.

Orkus, who was already unable to control his emotions, gradually calmed down after seeing the big shining eyes of the magic fox and the uneasy wriggling tail.

Orkus sat at the desk, looking at the magic fox quietly.

"name."

Orkus thought that the magic fox could not understand Mostana, so he raised his head.

At this moment, Mohu spoke timidly.

"bread…"

Orkus glanced at his desktop, the fresh bread that logistics had just allocated to him.

Orcus didn't dislike this demon fox who was so brave enough to beg for food with him, he sent the basket of bread to the demon fox with magic power.

"Before you eat, tell me your name."

The magic fox squeezed its little furry hands anxiously: "Bread..."

This time Orkus reacted.

"You call it bread?"

The magic fox nodded.

Orkus sighed weakly. Regardless of the race, the low-level people's expectations for their children are often directly reflected in their names.

Seeing that Orkus didn't intend to take 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 I can, I don't want to starve to death."

For this free and easy idea, Orkus expressed his appreciation.

He just enjoyed eating and broadcasting the bread.

The bread was not very big, only reaching his waist. This appearance and this age reminded Orkus of his daughter Kalanie when she was a child.

The child who once hugged him and wanted to hug him has been getting farther and farther away from him since then, and he doesn't even want him to appear at the wedding.

Although he knew that Calani was in the Seventh Army, Orcus never visited her.

He didn't want to be perfunctory by his daughter's expression of dealing with her superiors.

She choked on the bread that she ate too quickly, and her blushing face stayed on Orcus' water glass.

Orkus handed her the water, and waited for her to eat and drink before starting to work at her desk.

Without raising his head, he said, "You stay with me for the time being, and I will tell others that you are my new servant, and you will get a sign from me later, which can prevent you from being People in the barracks bullied him."

"Don't disturb me during my work and experiments, if not, I will take back the sign."

"Do I need to make something else to eat instead?"

"No, I have leftovers here every day. If you want to eat it, just help me eat it up." Orkus waved his hand annoyedly, "Now I'm going to start the experiment, you go outside and watch it."

After the bread left, Orcus' face darkened.

"How long can I last..."

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The special envoy of the Dragon Clan Presbyterian Council came to Blue Water on the fourth day of the three-clan joint interrogation.

Those who came were not pure-blooded dragons, but three half-dragons.

Pale golden vertical pupils, slightly curly hair, taupe dragon horns shaped like goat horns, covered with hard, light green scales, and a slender tail.

It was the first time for Sigrid to see her fellow tribe, so she couldn't help taking a few extra glances in the crowd.

The mist demon was blunt and whispered directly in Sigrid's ear.

"The horns are not as thick as yours, the gloss is not strong, and the taupe is too ugly, but your color that looks like a gradient is more handsome."

Because I have never seen Sigrid's dragon form, the Mist Demon only compared the horns.

The mist demon's praise made Sigrid especially useful. She raised her head and said arrogantly: "There is also a big gap between the Argonians."

The dragon envoy explained the lack of information in Mushroom Castle.

The reason is that the elven coalition forces on the western front are constantly carrying out "strategic shifts". During this process, several messenger dragons responsible for information collection met with the coalition forces and were attacked by Celer, and the entire army was eventually wiped out.

Because of the disconnected relationship, the elves didn't know that the team on Feilong's side had been wiped out, and thought it was because the battlefield was divided, and the information they brought to the battle was not smooth.

And this gap happened to be seized by Celer's team that only penetrated into the middle of Mostana.

Fortunately, Celer's army seems to have become suspicious because of this.

They entered the rear without any resistance. Not only did they take precautions when marching on the plain, they did not dare to move forward quickly, but they also carefully set up ambushes.

Big Ke Luer was not satisfied with the Dragon Clan's explanation. She asked with a serious expression: "The coalition forces have lost contact with the friendly forces for such a long time, and they have not sent any information to the rear. Is this the Dragon Clan's dispatching ability?"

Little Ke Luer poked her sister's waist with her elbow, but Big Ke Luer remained unmoved and looked directly at the three special envoys.

The three envoys of the Dragon Clan stiffened their faces, and their voices became cold.

"Iris, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the coalition commander will inevitably make mistakes in scheduling."

"Your mistakes have caused the Iris family to be blocked by more than 10,000 Celer elites. They are now wreaking havoc on our territory, looting, and displaced civilians of a large number of races!"

"Iris's elite are all on the front line, unreservedly assisting the giants in resisting Celer's fierce attack. There is not much combat power in the clan. Your mistakes may kill countless of my clansmen!"

"I don't want to hear mistakes, I want a solution, a remedy!"

The special envoy of the Dragon Clan stated calmly: "The Council of Elders is temporarily unable to dispatch frontline forces to solve Iris' plight. Once Iris is rescued, the frontline will be greatly restrained."

"Many races in the south of Mostana can definitely gather their strength to fight against the Celer army. There are still many who have not joined the coalition army. Iris can completely persuade them."

The special envoy of the Dragon Clan said with a smile: "There are only more than 10,000 enemies. As long as the races in the south of Mostana unite, Iris' plight will be resolved in a short time."