The two major forces of the undead and the Orcs clashed with Efta one after another. The war was like a dark cloud coming from the horizon, making people nearby feel the danger contained within. But there were always bystanders who were watching a good show from afar, certain that such a war would never burn them.
Charles II was delighted to see Efta's misfortune, while Roddy stared at the "new mission" before him, distressed about the solution to the crisis at hand.
[Judgment of the White Bone Throne]
"Finally, your repeated victories have completely angered the master of the White Bone Throne. Now, he will use all his resources to eradicate all threats and crush all obstacles in front of him!
Stop him, defeat him! "
From the mission description, this should be the last step of the entire mission. From Roddy's previous experience of doing this series of missions, the last step of the mission was always very difficult, and the duration and intensity would be more than the previous steps. But no matter how difficult it was, with the mission prompt, it meant that there was a chance of success. And judging from the orange-yellow mission words before him, this step of the mission was not "difficult" for the current "Cabinet Prime Minister" Roddy.
But Roddy knew very well that the difficulty of the mission was only a one-sided description. Now that the Orcs and the royal family of the Kingdom of Karen were making trouble at the same time, the difficulty of the mission would naturally increase greatly if there were multiple battles.
But there was no room for compromise in this mission. Roddy had to grit his teeth and take it on.
"This reward … is really unique to big missions."
Glancing at the description of the mission reward below, Roddy could not help but sigh.
Other than the reward of 2.17 million EXP, the "Basic Talent Points", "Advanced Profession Talent Points", "Rune Strengthening", and "Skill Strengthening" all showed that "Reward depends on the completion of the mission."
The reward of this mission was also epic grade equipment, and the number was shocking. They were a longsword, a dagger, a longbow, a belt, a necklace, and a ring. The attributes and level also showed that "Reward depends on the completion of the mission."
The reward of the last step of the mission was comparable to the sum of all the previous step missions. This was the main reason why countless people wanted to take on the "series of missions." However, they had overlooked a cruel reality: Most people couldn't even complete the mission.
Roddy sighed and flipped to another quest named "Resist Enemy Invasion". Different from "Trial of the Bone Throne", this quest was classified as a "Territory Quest". Speaking of which, it was strange because he had accepted a series of territory quests before, but none of them involved "war". Most of them were small quests like "Open the library and operate it for 15 days, reward XX City Reputation Points". But the quest this time caused even Roddy to look askance at it.
"Reward for successfully defending Elsen City: unlock the authority to build elementary floating buildings."
This was like putting a plate of freshly made braised pork in front of a person who had been hungry for three days. When Roddy saw the quest rewards, he had only one thought in his mind: I'll do this even if I have to risk my life!
Although Elsen City had many Floating-Space Towers, they were the products of the High Elves more than 700 years ago. Without the blueprints and technical guidance, it was impossible to rely on the half-baked human Mages in Elsen City to build a Floating-Space Tower. Once they had such technical guidance, it would mean that Rody had taken a big step towards air supremacy!
In an era where land warfare was the absolute mainstream, air supremacy meant absolute initiative.
Roddy secretly clenched his fists. These two quests had to be completed no matter what, because he knew very well that if Elsen City could survive this crisis, no one would be able to stop it from soaring!
"Since so many enemies are coming for you, Roddy — are you sure you can hold on?"
Merlinsera's voice pulled Roddy back from his fantasy to reality, and it also cooled down his newly ignited determination.
In the study, Natha had organized the intelligence on the Orcs and the Undead, and was waiting for Roddy to ask for details. Merlinsera sat relaxed on the wooden bench and ate some fruit. Camilla stood beside Roddy, waiting for him to give all the orders to prepare for war.
Akasha knew that she could not help, so she simply continued to practice spells like Naifei. So the room was quite quiet while Roddy was thinking.
Merlinsera curiously held up a simple map that Roddy had drawn. "Three forces have declared war on you at the same time. What are you going to do? Send troops to fight them back? "
"If I could, I would definitely do that. But I can't afford to take the initiative to fight. I can fight once or twice, but if I don't fight a third time, I will collapse."
Roddy shook his head. He had already done this kind of calculation long ago. Efta did not have enough resources after all. After the royal family blocked the food trade, it was even more difficult to make ends meet.
"Actually, Efta's current war preparations are very complete. We only need to rely on the fortress and the city to defend. I'm afraid the Orcs will not be able to do anything — they don't have enough siege weapons."
Camilla tried to analyze the situation. She was exposed to a lot of intelligence every day, so her words were rather methodical.
"But the Orcs are definitely not a problem. That's my original plan. But if the undead interfere, then the result will not be certain. "
Roddy could not help but recall his past experience. After a moment of absent-mindedness, he sighed. "The Undead is like a beast that can mutate and reproduce infinitely. It's fine if it's locked up, but once it's released, I'm afraid that even it can't control the direction of its development …"
In front of the sea of skeletons and zombies, and the Necromancers' Bone Prison, it was only a matter of time before any city fell. Elsen City might be able to withstand it, but in the entire Kingdom of Karen, who had the level of defense of Elsen City?
"I can't lose the cobalt mine, so I definitely can't let this group of bones cross the border." Roddy drew a line on the map where the Gondola Mountain Range was. As he talked to himself, he sorted out his strategic thoughts. "I can't let Houdini know about the crisis I'm facing, and I have to solve it as soon as possible. Otherwise, these things won't be hidden at all …"
He gathered the clues and deductions, his eyes staring at Efta's map, slowly deducing the possible scenarios. This was the greatest advantage of a reborn person in terms of information asymmetry.
"The battle of the Undead is like a rolling snowball. Once they start winning, they'll become more and more ferocious until no one can stop them … The Orcs, on the other hand, are the opposite. After their first strike, they'll often start to fall into chaos. At that time, the trouble will be smaller …"
Roddy's gaze slowly moved away from Efta's outer defense line, and involuntarily looked at the Tasman Empire.
"So — the solution has always been right in front of me …"
Countless thoughts in his mind suddenly condensed into a ray of light, and he suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he looked up and asked, "Natha, it's been raining in Tasman, right?"
Everyone in the room was stunned, and Merlinsera almost choked on the fruit in her mouth. "Ahem … Roddy, do your thoughts always jump around like this?"
But as soon as she said that, she recalled the scene when she faced Berantulu's incarnation. If not for the seemingly inexplicable instructions that Roddy had given her, she would probably have become a demigod's sacrifice to recover his power …
Realizing this, she turned to look at Natha, who still had a puzzled look on her face. The latter was replying matter-of-factly, "Yes, it's been raining ever since I crossed the Gondola Mountain Range. It's almost never stopped raining."
"That's right …"
Roddy narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth, which had always been stiff, finally curled up a little.
…
"Great chief! My warriors can't wait any longer. Why can't we attack those cowardly humans now? "
"Great chief, as long as we lead the Wolf Riders out now, won't those villages be ours? Let's take them down first, and we can also relieve the burden of food! "
The noise was incessant, but Sauron, who was riding on a Mount Wolf, looked cold and unmoved.
The Orcs were poorly equipped and did not have many carriages to carry their supplies. As combat units, the Mount Wolves could not be used to carry all the goods, so the Orc army did not move very fast. Compared to the villagers of Eiferta who were fleeing urgently, their speed was one-third slower.
At the same time, because the Orcs generally did not receive any education, it was difficult for the troops to talk about "order". It was probably difficult for the famous humans to understand the pain of "mentally retarded running all over the place", and Sauron had to face such a problem now.
Apart from the guards that he had painstakingly trained who could barely "obey orders", the tribes that had just attached themselves to him were completely scattered. Even though Sauron and the warlords had emphasized it countless times, the result was the same — he felt that not only were these guys mentally retarded, even the warlords and their subordinates were mentally retarded!
If he said "go forward" or "go left", these guys could carry it out correctly. But when Sauron gave the order to "advance 150 kilometers, set up camp and rest before evening, and maintain a horizontal distance of 10 kilometers from the main force", the tribe had an internal fight because the Orcs leading the team could not understand the order, causing the whole team to be dragged back eight kilometers before they were discovered …
Sauron, who was born in the Orc tribe, thought he knew his own kind very well, but when he ruled this large tribe, he found that it was not by chance that this tribe had been driven to the Nehemian Steppe. More than a third of the Orcs could not even distinguish between their left and right hands, and could not even count in ten.
This made it an extravagant hope for him to "unify the formation" for a while.
Therefore, he did not dare to easily give orders along the way, and even personally sat in the middle of the army every day to ensure that the orders were carried out. The seemingly menacing large army was really treading on thin ice in Sauron's eyes. Once one army lost control, it was likely to cause a chain reaction. This was the risk of ruling a large tribe. The pressure of the past few days made Sauron look a little haggard, but looking at the Kingdom of Karen getting closer and closer, he felt that it was all worth it.
However, this good mood would only last until the Wolf Cavalry returned.
The news of the heavy losses on the front line caused a thousand ripples, making the warlords completely unable to sit still.
"Great chief … We can't wait any longer!"
"These humans must be prepared!"
After the four warlords heard the news, they immediately rushed over to put pressure. Under the pressure of each other's words, Sauron could no longer continue to forcefully suppress the situation. He could only nod and say, "Mugor, your troops are at the forefront. You can speed up now and start attacking the villages in the north of the border!"
"Yes! Great chief! "
The warlord named Mugor laughed and jumped on his wolf. With his skillful riding skills, he quickly disappeared into the noisy and crowded army.
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