In the Oldmantius Palace, Augustine had just finished a long and complicated meeting.
After returning to the emperor's living room, the attendants helped him change out of his royal robe, which symbolized power, and carefully placed the crown in a special magic stone box for safekeeping. These servants could clearly see that Augustine was in a bad mood, and they all tiptoed around, even holding their throats when they spoke.
Usually, Augustine would go to the central courtyard and stand quietly for a while after the meeting. The white marble courtyard was not decorated with luxurious decorations. It was pure, clean, and had a simple beauty to it. In the center of the courtyard was a clear pool of ten square meters. Tasman's continuous drizzle fell into the pool through the hollow roof, and Augustine would always listen to the rain and meditate for a while.
But today, Augustine seemed a little restless.
The discussions in the meeting were always the same. Recently, the voices of the elders had gradually increased, apparently because of the rebellion of the 'rebel army'. However, these voices would eventually disappear after the undead army trampled over them. Augustine wasn't the slightest bit worried that a bunch of weaklings without any support or weapons could cause any trouble. The latest battle reports indicated that the 20,000 undead army had already clashed with the humans. What they needed to do next was to swarm the humans and beat them into submission.
Whenever he talked about fighting, the figure of the Kingdom of Karen, who had repeatedly ruined his plans flashed before his eyes. But Augustine then sneered, feeling that he had overestimated this character.
Whether he was a witcher or a lucky leader, in the face of absolute power, there was no such thing as luck.
So he was not worried about the direction of the war, but about Yogesa's mission.
After Yogesa received the order to attack, there should have been a response by now. Whether he caught them or missed them, they should have sent a message to him. But now, there was no news of this team, which made Augustine feel doubtful.
He was sure that Yogesa's life was not in danger, or else the death of this proud disciple would definitely trigger the magic mark he had left on him. But since Yogesa was not dead, there should be a reply about what he had done … Could it be that there was a delay for some reason?
Augustine's long life had given him plenty of patience. He also knew that he was too concerned, so after a moment of adjustment, he suppressed some of his negative emotions and raised his hand to take out an azure blue Magic crystal from his pocket. After his fingertips brushed over the perfect edges and corners, he casually tossed the Magic crystal in a parabola and fell into the pool with a splash.
Magic crystal emitted a faint blue light. Even if it fell into the water, it could still be seen sinking. However, in less than a meter or two, something seemed to swim across the water. The swaying waves suddenly became violent, but Augustine calmed them down when he calmly pressed his hand down.
When he looked at the pool again, the Magic Crystal was nowhere to be seen. Augustine didn't even look at it. He walked around the pool and headed for the laboratory at the back of the palace.
There was a beautiful royal garden behind Oldmanxius. Rain would never accumulate here, but it would only make the flowers and trees here even more verdant. There were hand-carved waterproof patterns on the white stone pavement, and there would occasionally be new moss growing at the edges. For a country ruled by a group of 'dead people', this place seemed to always be filled with the aura of life.
Augustine was used to this, and he had long forgotten the fact that he was a 'dead person'. He passed through layers of corridors and finally arrived at the magic laboratory that he often used. Although he did not have any 'Mutants' to continue his research, he would systematically organize the experiment logs every day and analyze and summarize the details that he did not pay attention to.
Experts who could step over the threshold of level 60 were not lazy and mediocre people.
Augustine kept thinking about the spell formation as he walked into the laboratory with furrowed eyebrows. However, when he arrived in front of the thick experimental records and was about to flip through them, the Undead Emperor suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with uncertainty …
Someone had been here.
Even though the experiment platform in the room looked the same as usual, even though none of the defensive spell formations in the room had been triggered, Augustine still found some clues from the slight differences in the arrangement of the experiment logs.
This made him shocked and angry. Augustine was sure that this was not done by someone from the palace. Even in the whole of Tasman, he did not believe that anyone could enter this laboratory without alerting the spell formation that he had set up … With a little deduction, he could confirm that the person who had come to look through his experiment logs was not only powerful, but also had some understanding of what he was researching!
This made Augustine feel as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, and his expression instantly darkened.
"Who is it? What are they trying to do? "
*****
The damp and cold of Tasman did not affect the increasingly hot temperature of Evertower.
As the sun became more and more scorching, the corpses on the battlefield rotted faster and faster. Swarms of flies and circling vultures had become a scene that Sauron hated to see every day. The war had progressed to a point where both sides felt awkward.
The Orcs' besieging attacks were still ineffective. After obtaining the siege scaling ladders and the defense deployment map, the attacks of the Orcs had become increasingly fierce over the past ten days. Yesterday, they had finally taken down another stronghold. However, before they could defend it past daybreak, it was once again ambushed by a valiant army and forcefully taken back …
The Orcs had now made great progress in attacking cities. At least they had now learned to use captured humans as slaves, so that they could build better siege weapons for themselves. At the same time, their efficiency, timing, and angle of attack were getting better and better, and the threat to the city walls was getting greater … However, all this was useless.
There would always be a ghost-like army wandering around the orc army unpredictably. They were small in number, but every time they attacked, they would always bring unbearable losses to the Orcs — the Orcs who had thought that they were invincible on land began to doubt their own strength for the first time. All the Orcs even began to desperately dig trenches when setting up camp, and the number of people standing guard in the middle of the night increased by five or six times …
The Orcs could attack the lower city, but they could not defend it. The humans could defend it, but they could not fight a large-scale battle. Sauron, who was sitting in the tent at the center of the camp, could see this very clearly, so he knew that he could no longer sit in the center.
"How long can our food last?"
"Great chief, the armies of the warlords are now divided outside, and it's not easy to calculate …"
"I didn't ask them, I asked … my army."
Sauron narrowed his eyes, as if he was not worried about the few disobedient warlords at all, and continued to ask calmly.
"This … If we can drive all the sheep in the back over, we can still last for half a month — because the warlords are short of food, they forcibly took away a lot …"
Sauron knew why this was. The attack was blocked, and the army could not achieve an irresistible victory, which naturally made the warlords below more and more dissatisfied — the Orcs' military discipline was basically a joke. Sauron had already felt the resistance of his military orders being passed down, so he did not curse anything now, but silently looked at the simple sand table in front of him.
"Lacor and Duda are no longer listening to orders now."
These two warlords were the planners of the successive attacks on the two fortresses. It was reasonable to say that they should have obtained great prestige, and they even wanted to take Sauron's place, but the terrible army that came and went like the wind had repeatedly slapped them in the face, making them extremely angry. Now the two warlords even stopped besieging the fortresses, and simply joined forces to chase the army to Elsen City.
These two warlords, together with their troops and logistics, had directly drawn out more than 18,000 soldiers. Furthermore, they were still gathering more soldiers. They swore to besiege and annihilate the team that had repeatedly ruined their plans.
"Elsen City, Roddy."
With so many prisoners of war captured, Sauron of course understood what this name meant. But every time he thought of this name, there was an indescribable cautiousness in addition to anger and hatred — as a powerful opponent, Sauron was very clear that this guy was definitely not to be trifled with.
Especially when he learned that Roddy had become the "warlord" of the Kingdom of Karen, the premonition in his heart became more and more ominous. Although Elsen City seemed to be located in a remote area, and on the map revealed by Milnor, it was also a "city of ruins" without any protection, but when he thought of the intelligence that Warlord Mugor and the vanguard troops had mysteriously died outside Elsen City, Sauron very wisely ruled out the idea of attacking this place, and he also sent people to stop the two warlords from pursuing them.
But now, it seemed that his prestige could no longer convince the people.
"Forget it, the real thing is to win."
Sauron no longer thought about the thoughts of the two warlords. The integration of the Beastmen tribes was too fast, and it was not surprising that there was a "split" result. The only way to solve this problem was to see who could win more victories — with supplies, food, and armaments, the soldiers of course knew who was right to follow.
So after entering the Kingdom of Karen, Sauron finally set foot on the frontline with his guards.
But this time, he did not aim at a certain fortress, but directly led all the Wolf Riders, which had more than 2,000 people, to attack further away!
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