My summons are weird

The air in the tent seemed to be stagnant, and everyone stared at Izalebi without saying a word.

Orkus, who was the last to arrive, just sat quietly in the corner, neither did anyone else speak, nor did he.

The worst has already happened. He kept reminding others that they should strive to be safe when operating in the enemy's hinterland, rather than greedy for success, but no one listened.

As the Seven Wands of the Celer Empire, Orcus should have been heartbroken over this loss, felt worthless for those dead soldiers, and then repeated what he had said, but he didn't.

It is difficult to say that the top combat forces of the empire have a harmonious relationship. The generals who symbolize the power of warriors have never been able to play with magicians. Magicians and magicians, warriors and warriors also have their own positions and interests.

Orkus didn't want to be involved in the vortex created by these people. He only hoped to complete his mission, continue to study the summoning technique, and find the secret of the flesh and blood chariot.

This silence was broken by General Luo Da, the titular Supreme Commander of the Seventh Army.

"The bones of six hundred warriors were gone, and fifteen hundred important war horses perished in the flames. Is this the surprise you brought back to Celer!"

"So far since the start of the Celer war, there has been no major defeat on the eastern front, the western front, or the newly opened central battlefield. Only you, only you!"

Finally, Luo Da couldn't hold back his anger, and stretched out his hand, pointing at Yizalebi who was blackened by the smoke after the battle with Ye Shui.

"Izarebi, your defeat will shame the entire Seventh Army, and even us will be despised by the people of Celer, and we will become the joke of the entire Celer, ridiculed by countless people day and night, Our family will be ashamed of this!"

"You know, the one you lost was Blue Water, the alien race who slapped Celer in the face and laughed at us all the time!"

Luo Da's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.

The Seventh Army, which shouldered His Majesty's expectations, stood in his way when he was victorious in every line... The only big defeat was like a black spot on a white silk cloth, so conspicuous.

This news must not be concealed, and the intricate forces in the country will always get wind of it. I am afraid that even if they perfectly implement His Majesty's strategic plan, what greets them after returning home is not flowers and applause, but ridicule.

Orkus didn't respond to Luo Da's words. A man who was obsessed with the summoning experiment and drove his daughter and wife away, any family blame and public ridicule are trivial.

When I got home and closed the door, squatted in the basement, and opened the summoning array, the world was left behind.

Izarebi was irritated by Luo Da's words, and he defended in shame and indignation: "I explained it when I came back. Blue Water has very powerful people in command, and they caught us by surprise, which led to the big defeat."

"Facing the enemy head-on, their sixth-level magician Ye Shui is not my opponent at all. If the situation on the scene hadn't deteriorated, I would have to cover the retreat of the cavalry. I have every chance to deal with him!"

Luo Da said in a deep voice: "The loser will always overestimate the opponent's strength and blame everything on his own carelessness."

"Luo Da, what do you mean, do you think I'm lying?"

Izarebi, who was being questioned, became angry. Regardless of the obstruction of the people around him, he rushed to Luoda and glared at him.

"If it wasn't for that unknown commander who set up a trap, took advantage of it, and faced the enemy head-on, my flames would be enough to kill those damned mushroom men!"

Kennesa on the side snorted: "This is how the battlefield is. Being tricked can only show that you are not strong enough. If it were me, I would return immediately if I couldn't get the information I wanted, and I wouldn't be greedy for that meritorious service." Stay in the blue water."

Orkus thought this scene was particularly interesting. The Qizhang and crystal-level warriors, who seemed to outsiders to be superior, started various afterthought performances because of the loss of face due to the defeat in the war.

The so-called "If I came, I wouldn't do this" is just a sarcastic remark after learning the ending. Judging from the disdainful and contemptuous attitude when I warned them not to underestimate the resistance forces of various ethnic groups, it is a different person. It was also Izarebi's fate.

Su Nafa, who was applying lip gloss to her lips, casually reminded: "I think everyone should think about how to save it. The clerk accompanying the army is His Majesty's confidant, and they should have already reported this incident back."

Su Nafa looked around at her companions who were frowning, and her eyes fell on the corner. She gently wiped off the crooked lip gloss on her lips, and said with a smile: "Today, there is someone who is very silent."

All eyes focused on Orkus.

Orkus didn't intend to just sit back and watch the situation worsen, his sense of responsibility prompted him to express his own judgment.

"Stand still and wait for good news from the central or western front."

Luo Da stared at Yizalebi dissatisfiedly: "In this way, our Seventh Army will not be able to make greater achievements."

"Is there no better way?" Sonafar asked.

"Here we mainly rely on the aggressiveness of the cavalry to deter the surrounding tribes, and the purpose of expelling refugees has been achieved, all we have to do is wait."

"Wait until the conflicts catalyzed by the refugees spread among the major races, making their alliances fragile, victory is at your fingertips, and achievements can be easily obtained." Orkus took a sip of tea without haste, "This It is my proposal, I still have an experiment to carry out, and you can decide the rest by yourself."

After saying that, Orcus got up and left the camp.

Sunafar looked thoughtfully at the back of Orkus leaving, and smiled secretly: "Is it really an experiment?"

When Orcus returned to his tent, he found that Bread was dozing in a chair, so he woke her up mercilessly, and gave her the basket of potatoes he had just received from the quartermaster.

After being hungry for almost a day, I gnawed on the bread without saying a word.

"If you're full, watch it for me. It's still the old rule. Don't let anyone in."

Bread had gotten used to Orkus' instructions, and knew that he was going to be busy with a pile of messy ghost symbols again, so he quickly took out two potatoes from the basket, stuffed them into his clothes, and walked out quickly.

After the four weeks were quiet, Orkus arranged the summoning ceremony again in the tent, and before the official start, he wrote down the preparations before the summoning in his notebook as usual.

The pursuit of the flesh and blood chariot has lasted for a long time, but what Orcus waited for was failure after failure.

Before summoning the Flesh Chariot, nothing could be summoned, but now...

Orcus looked at the strange summoned creature that combined slime and carriage in front of him, waved it away depressedly.

"Why…"

Orkus thumped the ground in pain, his expression was distorted because of the force.

Clearly spying on the hidden knowledge, but no matter what, he couldn't get in touch with it any further. This feeling made Orkus irritable, angry, and itchy!

He hoped that the voice that once echoed in his mind would guide him again, but no matter whether it was drunk or taking medicine, he couldn't hear it again.

He punched the ground fiercely as if venting, until the pain spread little by little, and blood oozed from his fist, he gasped heavily, and stood up staggeringly.

Orkus withdrew the summoning circle, cast a healing spell on the injured hand, put on another glove, and then walked out of the tent with an indifferent expression.

He needs to relax, and Orkus thinks he will go crazy if he continues to struggle like this.

After studying summoning for so many years, he has never felt that madness is so close to him. The untouchable, unreal feeling like fishing for a moon in water tortures him all the time, and the flesh and blood chariot has become a kind of obsession of him.

Orkus's thoughts were interrupted by the continuous moaning around him. He looked up and found that he had come to the place where the wounded soldiers were being treated before he knew it.

Izarebi brought back more than 3,000 soldiers, nearly 1,000 of whom were permanently disabled.

Because of their eagerness to retreat all the way and limited medical capabilities, their wounds had already begun to ooze pus and stink, and many of them basically returned to the station with a sigh of relief.

According to the therapist accompanying the team, these people basically lost the ability to fight.

Orkus remembered what Izarebi said when he defended himself, and the word "Chuan" appeared between his brows.

The commander of Blue Water is indeed a character not to be underestimated.

The Seventh Army deep behind enemy lines cannot transfer the wounded out at this stage, and can only treat them on the spot, but these wounded who have lost combat effectiveness have to share a large amount of rations with normal soldiers.

Although the place where the wounded soldiers rested was far away from other soldiers, it still couldn't stop the pessimism spreading among the wounded soldiers from spreading.

"It's been aimed at this from the very beginning. If he really kills, the Imperial Halberd will probably kill more people."

Thinking of this, Orcus could not help but shudder.

As a member of the Imperial Halberd, her own daughter, Calani, can be said to have saved her life.

He wanted to say something to Calani, but Orkus was suddenly found by the herald and asked him to return to the commander's camp quickly.

Orkus, who was the last to return, was surprised to find the imperial emissary in a large white robe embroidered with clouds patterned with gold silk.

How could these court messengers who belonged directly to His Majesty appear here?

Su Nafa, who was standing beside Orkus, gave him the answer.

"In the central battlefield, the giants have been defeated, and are now retreating to the territory of the iris fox, reorganizing the front together with the iris fox and the half-orcs."

Orkus took a few seconds to digest the information, then sneaked a glance at the others.

Izaleh is like a mourning concubine, Luo Da's face is ashen, and Kennesa's face is gloomy... It is obviously a commendable and commemorative victory for the empire, but the atmosphere here is particularly depressing.

The victorious songs were played everywhere, but the Seventh Army was sitting on six top sixth-tier combat forces, and the elite cavalry drawn by each army suffered the biggest defeat of the empire.

Seventh Army "Starlight!"

The court messenger affirmed the achievements of the Seventh Army fighting alone in the enemy's rear, and the royal family was very satisfied with the Seventh Army's successful implementation of strategic deployment and splitting the enemy's alliance.

At the same time, His Majesty also praised Commander Izarebi's achievements in shocking the tribes with the imperial halberd, and paid the highest respect to the soldiers who fought bravely and died from exhaustion. The royal family's rewards for these warriors are coming soon.

This is an intriguing piece of information. Yizalebi, who lost so shamefully, was not blamed. Instead, his family was received by the royal family.

What deterred the clans? It was entirely because Yizalei underestimated the enemy more than himself, and rushed all the way through greedy for merit. It was precisely for this reason that the imperial halberd was defeated.

The overall writing of Orkus does not smell the slightest trace of accountability, as if it was not the blue water that defeated the strong by the weak, but the imperial halberd led by Izarebi.

Orkus, who was in shock, gradually came to his senses.

The strategic deployment of the Seventh Army to go deep into the enemy's rear was originally formulated by His Majesty and the great nobles. It is not that this kind of risky action has not been persuaded by others, but His Majesty's will cannot be easily changed.

His Majesty wants to prove that he is as smart as a god, wise and powerful, and strengthen his authority.

Now that the Seventh Army has become the most shining star in Celer, for the sake of face, His Majesty can only whitewash this defeat like this.

A bad premonition welled up in Orkus's heart. After the messenger finished reading His Majesty's "reward", he hurriedly asked.

"After the breakthrough in the central battlefield, the Ninth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Armies should join the Seventh Army. When will we launch an attack on the Iris Demon Fox?"

The messenger was well aware of the importance of the group of sixth-rank powerhouses in front of him to Serier, and he replied with a smile: "The three armies you mentioned are sweeping up the remnants of the enemy in the central battlefield, and the grain and grass in Celer's country also need to be transferred, so at least A major offensive cannot be launched until after the autumn harvest."

Orkus' eyes darkened.

Beside him was playing with his nails all the time, and Su Nafa, who was thinking about what color to dye his nails, also raised his head.

Now that there are so many races of combat strength gathered in the territory of the Iris Demon Fox, there is still some time before the autumn harvest, and the food storage is completely unable to meet the daily needs of so many people, and there will soon be some friction due to distribution, which is the attack in one go good time.

Once the autumn harvest is over, the iris foxes, giant remnant soldiers, and resentful half-orcs who have left their homes will definitely burst out with extremely strong combat power.

According to the courier, this was caused by the prolonged delay on the Western Front.

The elves have been relying on the vast woodlands to deal with Celer, because most of the places where they live are mountain forests. Even though a lot of them are cut down and burned, it is still difficult to walk. As a result, there is no magician in charge, and food transportation becomes a problem. trouble.

Orkus was in a cold sweat. For a moment, he didn't know if this was planned by the elves, or if it was the result of a mistake.

The messenger saw Orkus' anxiety: "Your Majesty is wise and decisive, and he has already entrusted you with what you are worried about."

"After the arrival of the three armies in the central region, the Seventh Army will go to the south of Mostana to destroy the blue water."

"My lords, there are some things I need to remind you a little bit."

"When your Majesty heard the disastrous defeat of the Seventh Army, what he said in the palace was not as gentle as the message I brought. Some shame must be washed away by you yourself."

"Blue water, must disappear."