When Roddy ended the cabinet meeting in Hollier and returned to Elsen City, the Lassman Kingdom, thousands of miles away, was still immersed in a never-ending rain.
Surrounded by mountains, the kingdom had many special products because of its unique climate. Rare herbs and strange magical beasts were often unique and difficult to find in other parts of the continent. But there were also advantages and disadvantages to such weather. For the undead who had begun their "war mobilization", although the rain did not make them feel any discomfort, the lifespan of their metal weapons and armor was greatly shortened because of the rain. The high military expenditure made the old bones of the Congress protest to Augustine every day.
Of course, such wrangling often had no practical effect. At least for now, several important ministers under Augustine clearly supported the war. No one knew how much Augustine had paid for this, but one thing was for sure: the Tasman Kingdom had slowly awakened from its slumber and aimed its cold and deep eyes at the Kingdom of Karen.
Yes, Augustine had never intended to attack "Efta" from the beginning. He had his sights set on the entire Kingdom of Karen.
There were also other countries beyond the borders of the Kingdom of Karen.
Their long lifespans gave the undead an ambition that was far more terrifying than that of humans. Augustine's plan could involve hundreds of years. Therefore, no matter how much pressure the parliament put on him, he was still determined to win the Kingdom of Karen.
"Let them bark for a few more days …"
Putting down the persuasive letters, Augustine could not help but have a hint of mockery in his eyes. War was like a huge and complicated machine. It was difficult to start, but it was even more difficult to stop once it was started. As the initiator of this war, he thought he had already won half the battle.
War was the continuation of politics. Any war had complex and diverse purposes. In the eyes of outsiders, Tasman was simply expanding its territory. But the deeper reason was something that only Augustine, the instigator of all this, knew.
Putting down the letters, Augustine stood up and walked to the side of the experiment table. He quietly observed his masterpiece.
This was not the king's office, but the one with the highest authority among Augustine's several magic laboratories.
As the King of the Undead, Augustine's strength was beyond doubt. The more powerful one's power was, the deeper one's research and immersion in cutting-edge power would be. Regardless of whether it was an Elemental Mage or a Necromancer, this was an unavoidable rule. However, once one surpassed the level of an Archmage, every laboratory would have many assistants and assistants to assist them. This was because the complicated experiments could not be completed by one person.
For Augustine, there were indeed as many as fifteen senior-rank mages and more than fifty assistants in the other seven labs, but he was the only one working in the lab that he was in from beginning to end.
This was because the content of the current experiment involved too many taboos.
One of the walls of the laboratory was covered with countless pieces of parchment. The scattered information recorded on the parchment was written by Augustine himself in the past hundred years. Under the clues, the workbench was filled with experimental plans and experimental notes based on these. The slightly casual notes recorded the thoughts and feelings behind each experiment. Augustine, who was always calm in front of the nobles of the parliament, would always write random words like "The results are in line with the predictions. I really want to go for a drink or two" or "F * ck, I really want the entire family of the alchemist who provided the equipment to explode."
This type of experiment record, which would never be shown to a second person, was the best representation of an Undead Emperor's personality. But as the experiment progressed, the short words gradually revealed Augustine's nervousness and impatience — until today, when he finally solemnly wrote down the words "First official attempt" in his notebook.
This also meant that his long-term guesses and experiments were about to enter the final stage of verification.
Beside the mountainous pile of records and books were hundreds of test tubes filled with various liquids. In the other corner of the room was a large slate with a failed inscription of a black magic array and pure black crystal shards.
Right now, in front of Augustine was a black, wedge-shaped magic array that was more than half a meter tall and shaped like a pyramid.
This type of magic array was different from the current undead magic system. The pitch-black surface had hollow patterns, and it was unknown how many layers of runes had been inscribed inside. Such complex magic runes were enough to show Augustine's magical attainments. However, the Undead Emperor's face didn't show much excitement. He had failed far too many times and had long since lost the gambler's expectations for the results of his experiments.
He raised his hand and used magic to correct the last few runes. Then, he began to embed pieces of different-shaped Magic crystal. After he finished his inspection, Augustine walked towards the coffin that he had personally brought to the lab today.
As the magic seal was removed, the opened coffin revealed a struggling person … No, it was more accurate to say that it was a "person." However, many of the characteristics of this person were beyond the scope of a "human."
This person had the appearance of a normal human male, but his mouth had fangs like those of a vampire bat. His ears were as pointy as an elf's, and his eyes were filled with fear as he glared at Augustine. His pupils were like two vertical slits, and his limbs were long and slender. His nails were sharp, and he even had a tail that was constantly twisting behind him.
This tail was incredibly agile and was doing its best to break free from the shackles on his body. However, all of Augustine's efforts were futile. The Undead Emperor waved his hand and used magic to control the Undead Emperor. He then emotionlessly picked up a silver knife and skillfully sliced open the Undead Emperor's chest. The Undead Emperor's blood was collected in a container, and he then carefully poured the blood over the Undead Emperor's wedge-shaped magic circle.
When streaks of light lit up as expected, Augustine's expressionless face finally revealed a trace of delight.
"Finally … I've taken this step."
The "sacrifice" not far away was no longer breathing due to excessive blood loss. However, to Augustine, this was nothing more than an "experimental material" that could be discarded. His attention was already focused on the results displayed by the magic array in front of him.
Compared to this array, even the Council Elder that Augustine was so angry with was not worth paying attention to.
… …
On the border of Efta, the Beastmen's vanguard troops had officially stepped into the human kingdom's borders.
"Warlord Mugor! Why are these damned humans hiding in those stone houses? "
"Idiots, humans aren't grass. Do you think they'll just obediently wait for you to harvest them?"
Mugor felt helpless at the intelligence of his subordinates, but he was also cursing in his heart. The four hundred Wolf Riders that had left the supply team and charged out were not here to squat in front of the fortress and stare at the humans …
What he wanted was a "good start"! An achievement that the other Beastmen coveted! It was slaughter and blood!
"Continue searching, we can't stop!"
Mugor did not believe that the huge Efta could hide all the humans. Therefore, after entering the Efta border for an entire day, he had almost turned over every village he could find. However, apart from the wild rabbits they met along the way, the entire team had found nothing!
Should they continue to explore the human territory?
This idea only appeared for a moment before it was suppressed. Being able to become a warlord proved that Mugor was not an idiot when it came to military affairs. The elite Wolf Riders were not made of iron, and the rations they brought could only last them a day. So, he looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the west and ordered the team to stop and rest.
However, at this moment, the sudden appearance of a human cavalry caught Mugor off guard!
The other party was obviously prepared. When they came out of the dark forest, the rain of arrows that came from afar instantly took down a large group of Wolf Riders.
"Over there! Kill them! "
Any order given at this moment would be redundant. The Orcs under his command did not have much military discipline to speak of. They basically fought on instinct. The Orcs, on the other hand, had finally found a place to vent their anger after holding it in for a whole day. At this moment, they all roared and charged forward.
From afar, Mugor could see that there were no more than seventy or eighty human cavalry wearing leather armor, each carrying a large recurve bow. However, they were not equipped with the heavy lances that he had heard from Sauron.
"Could it be …"
Just as he was hesitating, the human team in the distance turned their horses around and avoided the path of a frontal charge. At the same time, they made a circle and another wave of arrows poured down. Another five or six Wolf Riders who had just gotten into a pursuit immediately fell!
Obviously, these human cavalry did not intend to charge head-on at all. Instead, they were prepared to shoot while running …
The Wolf Riders hurled their nets and chased after them. Logically speaking, the short-distance sprinting ability of the Wolf Riders was not weak, but the specially trained cavalry and archery team in front of them were all riding top-notch warhorses. In an instant, they had opened up a distance of hundreds of meters.
"I will sacrifice their blood to the flag!"
Mugor was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nose, but he could only watch as the other party fled like a wisp of smoke and hid in a dense forest.
Along the way, nearly fifty people were killed or injured, but the other party did not suffer any casualties because of the advantage of warhorses. The disparity in casualties made the warlord unable to swallow this anger!
But when he saw the forest in front of him, Mugor subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
A voice in his heart told him that he should stop, but looking at the seemingly thin and weak humans and his heavily injured subordinates … When the other party's arrow rain came again, Mugor finally could not resist the urge to tear the other party into pieces. He immediately urged his subordinates to rush forward.
The trees on the periphery of the forest were relatively sparse, so the orcs could always lock onto the figures of the cavalry and archery team in front of them and followed them closely. But when they found that the trees around them were getting denser and the light was getting dimmer, and it was getting harder and harder to catch up with the humans in the distance, they finally stopped because of the trees.
Mugor's expression was gloomy. He looked at the panting Wolf Riders and his exhausted subordinates, and felt that everything in front of him was different from what he had expected.
How could these damned humans have so many tricks up their sleeves? Could it be that as the warlord above all, my team can't even kill a single human?
"Take care of the wounded!"
Full of anger, Mugor felt that his chest was about to explode. But when he looked around, he found that the sky had unknowingly darkened, and as an orc whose vision was severely impaired at night, Mugor suddenly felt a sense of danger.
It was also at this moment that all the orcs heard a sharp whistle coming from the sky.
"Boom!"
Light blossomed from the top of his head, and the explosion instantly swept through most of the Orc Wolf Riders scattered in the forest. The thick tree trunks exploded into pieces in an instant. Murgor only had time to raise his head before he was blown into pieces by the oncoming shock wave and broken wood stubble …
Just like that, the dignified Orc Warlord was killed by Elsen City's Floating Space Tower on the second day of the war.
"I really hope that there are more orcs like this …"
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