Tomie's Unlimited Journey

Two months have passed since the declaration of the empire. The climate has gradually turned colder and it has arrived in early winter. At this time, most crops cannot be planted. The expropriation of farmers will not have much impact on agriculture. Most of the mercenaries at this time are useless.

There is plenty to do, so it can be said to be the best time to start a war.

Villages across the kingdom have also switched from outdoor work to indoor work, and fewer and fewer people go out.

In the military area on the outermost side of the three-layered city wall of E-Rantel, there are countless ordinary people gathered, most of them are poorly dressed civilians, and their physical fitness is also uneven. Only the number is astonishing, about twenty-five.

There were about 10,000 people, many of whom were young people practicing stabbing at the dummy with bladeless guns.

Loud shouts were heard everywhere, and most of these voices were driven by the fear of the upcoming fight, and the anxiety that they might not be able to return safely without training.

However, not everyone is training seriously. The war with the empire happens every year, so there are many people who have lost their fighting spirit. Most of the people who have no motivation lie on the unobtrusive stone steps, complaining to their companions next to them.

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The older you get, the more you have this tendency.

Soldiers who have absolutely no fighting spirit and just want to get back alive.

This is the reality of the Royal Army. They were forcibly summoned and asked to fight with their lives for almost no reward. Even if they could return alive, the wasted time would make their living conditions worse. Those who were summoned were all young and powerful.

It is conceivable that the family's backbone would be lost without their family's land.

To put it bluntly, even if some of them go back, they may not be able to survive this deep winter.

In the center of the three-layered city wall of Elandir, the king and nobles were discussing preparations for the war in the VIP hotel.

Gazef stood silently next to the king who was sitting on the throne.

There was a large table in the center of the room. The nobles gathered around the table and stared at the huge map placed on it. Some chess pieces were placed on the map. Various documents, commanders' rosters, reconnaissance unit reports, and past battles were scattered around.

Records, peripheral information, etc.

The larger the army, the more things needed to be discussed and the more disagreements there were. A group of them discussed it for a long time before coming up with a charter that satisfied everyone.

Lei Wenhou in the crowd said, "Everyone has worked hard. We finally completed the preparations within the deadline. From now on, let's get into the discussion of the empire's war plan. The battlefield is-"

"Stop being so pretentious, Lei Wenhou, isn't it the same place as before? Besides, where else could it be?"

"That's right, just as Paul Lophou said, the old place is the land wrapped in the cursed fog, near the northwest of the Kaz Plain."

Marquis Lei Wen originally wanted to give him a pass, but he didn't expect that he was betrayed before he even opened his mouth.

"It's still the same place, which means the empire's invasion will be the same as usual, right?"

Lord Raven shook his head when he heard this, "Unfortunately, Lord Brumlash, I have received a report that the empire has mobilized a considerable number of troops this time, based on the investigation results of my original orichalcum-level adventurer team.

Look, although the specific military strength is still unknown, the coat of arms is enough for six legions."

“There are six!?

The Imperial Army has a total of eight legions, and so far it has only participated in four legions at most, but this time it has reached 1.5 times.

"If the empire mobilizes the six armies, the total number will be about 60,000." Marquis Lei Wen said with a solemn face. The kingdom's army seemed to number 250,000, but the quality was really far behind. "In addition, there is another

It seems that the senior leaders of the Silian Theocracy are somewhat dissatisfied with the start of the war. According to the information we have received, this battle may be interfered by the Theocracy."

"What a disadvantage...if the Theocracy sides with the Empire."

The king frowned and said that he had known for a long time that the Silian Theocracy had turned to the Empire, but he did not expect that he would give such blatant help.

"Your Majesty, I still don't know if the Theocracy is targeting us."

Marquis Lei Wen quickly interrupted the king, "Maybe they are targeting the empire."

"Is Ainz Ooal Gown really that powerful? So powerful that even the Theocracy is in trouble?"

The king looked at Gazef on the side and asked, "Storonov, what do you think? Ainz Ooal Gown's strength."

"Your Majesty, I cannot say for sure."

Gazef lowered his head and said, "But his strength must be stronger than Fulda, the number one magic chanter in the empire."

"Hmph! So what if there is one more great magic caster! There are 250,000 of us here?!"

Earl Linton sneered, "What can a powerful magic caster do? Once he is approached by a large number of soldiers, he will be nothing more than fish on the chopping board."

"..."

Gazef understood Earl Linton's thoughts. Even he didn't know the strength of Fulda who could use sixth-level spells. Therefore, he couldn't exaggerate Fulda's combat power. To be honest, it was impossible to fight one against ten thousand.

Are they just stories in novels? Even he himself didn't believe that Ainz Ooal Gown could influence the outcome of the battle, but his sixth sense felt that Ainz Ooal Gown could influence the outcome of the battle.

Kaz Plains - a place where undead creatures and a large number of unknown monsters gather. The most dangerous thing is the fog that surrounds the monsters day and night. These fogs do not absorb life force and are not harmful, but they can make the undead

Scrying magic is nullified.

But now there is no fog, and not even the undead can be seen. The bright sun shines on the land that has never seen the sky all year round, as if to celebrate something.

The flag flying opposite them is the imperial flag - the national emblem of the Bahars Empire. Six legions totaling 60,000 troops are gathered there. Compared with their 250,000 troops, it is indeed much less.

But the faces of the Imperial Knights were filled with confidence.

We have received information that the commander-in-chief of the empire this time is Natyr Yniam Dir Kabein. Although his personal military power is not high, his talents as a commander are quite famous. There are even rumors that as long as he fights

If you fight, you won't lose.

At this time, a knight descended from the imperial camp. Due to the distance, they could not tell who it was, but judging from his gorgeous armor, it was obvious that he was not an unknown person.