The atmosphere of an impending storm did not have much impact on the civilians of the Republic of Northwest.
In this world, in most cases, wars were the affairs of a few people. A few knights leading a hundred soldiers would be enough to decide the ownership of a Baron's territory. A dozen knights leading three to four hundred soldiers would be enough to decide the fate of a few Viscounts' territories. A hundred knights and four hundred soldiers would be enough to shake a country and attract the attention of all the countries in the Main Plane.
A super war like the "Day of the Sun's Dying Sun" was rare in the entire history of civilization on the Main Plane. In fact, once the total number of people on both sides of the war reached five digits, it was enough to shock all the countries and leave a strong mark in history.
The Republic of Northwest was located at the border. Except for the Rye Valley in the south that led to the Commonwealth of Gold Coins, there were no decent main roads — you mean the few valleys in the east that passed through the Barren Mountains? Hey! Passing through the valleys was also a desert! Except for desperate smugglers, who dared to do business through the desert? How could the scale of this kind of business be big?
Because of the geographical location, no matter what those who were hostile to the Republic of Northwest thought, it was unlikely that they would mobilize an army to attack.
Even if their army could fly, they would have to fly over the Barren Mountains, over the desert, over the Orc Empire, and over the Commonwealth of Gold Coins first.
Lightning warfare was fine, but such a long-distance attack, did they really think that the Void Mask's War God System was just a decoration?
All acts of war could not escape the detection of the War God. If the enemy really foolishly flew over thousands of mountains and rivers to attack, by the time they arrived, they would most likely find that the Church of the Void Mask and its allies had already formed a large force, waiting to give them a head-on blow.
Even … it was possible that they would painstakingly fly through layers of clouds and finally fly into the mouth of a giant jellyfish with its mouth wide open.
Therefore, according to Leon's estimation, the enemy was most likely to send a group of professional adventurer-level elite troops, led by top-notch masters, to take the approach of attacking the root of the problem and raid Void City.
In this case, this war would most likely become a fight between a small number of strong people and would not have much to do with ordinary civilians.
Or … in this war, ordinary civilians and soldiers were not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
What was the use of letting them know too much, except that it would upset them?
Therefore, after some discussion, they unanimously decided not to disclose the information to the public. They would only hold a few evacuation drills to prevent the citizens, who had gradually become too comfortable over the years, from becoming careless and losing their vigilance.
The real preparation work was still carried out by the experts who represented the high-end forces. Their imaginary enemies were also experts of this level.
The strategy department led by the evil god Reynold made a detailed deduction and estimated that there should be many Legendary powerhouses among the incoming enemies. It wouldn't be surprising if there were dozens of them. There might even be Legendary Pinnacle Experts or even Demigod Experts. When the time came, they would most likely use a method of mass destruction. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, they would first cause a large number of deaths and injuries — this was what the Republic of Northwest feared the most.
According to Sui Xiong's original intention, with him guarding them, there was nothing to be afraid of. If the battlefield was limited to the Main Plane, the believers of the gods in the Pantheon Temple could form a team, or even all the experts of the Ring of the World, and he was confident that he could kill them all in one go. But Leon and the others did not agree with this approach. After all, gods had their own rules. Even if Sui Xiong was strong enough to ignore these rules, sooner or later he would become a real god and would have to leave the Main Plane — when that time came, it would be time to settle the score.
In order to avoid the gods joining forces to settle the score, it was better not to be so arrogant now.
What they said made a lot of sense. Although Sui Xiong felt that it was meaningless to think so far ahead, he was still persuaded by them. He promised that unless the situation was especially urgent, he would not fight with his real body. At most, he would learn from other gods and send a clone.
In this way, the long-term threat was gone, but the immediate danger was greater.
In the Republic of Northwest, the high-end forces below the level of gods were still quite strong. With Leon at the Legendary Pinnacle leading the team, they could gather the combat power of about 20 Legendary Masters. There were warriors, knights, and mages, and the combination was quite perfect.
But the problem was that they lacked a higher level of Demigod Masters. At the same time, their combat power in the middle and high levels was also insufficient.
This could not be helped. From the establishment of the Void Mask Amusement Park until now, it had been less than 50 years. In such a short time, how many talents could be accumulated?
If it were not for the two World Number One Martial Arts Competitions that attracted many outstanding masters, the situation of the Republic of Northwest would probably be even worse.
Every time he thought of this, Leon, who was the commander of this battle, felt a little stomachache.
To be honest, he would rather the enemy jump out now and fight with him for real. If that was the case, he was confident that even if he faced a Demigod Master, he might not lose.
But … the enemy obviously would not do as he thought.
So he could only be distressed while stepping up the army training.
Reynold, who was in charge of the training of the soldiers, did not care about the impending war at all. He felt that it was not a big deal at all — when the enemy came, both sides would fight it out, and a large number of people would die. Wasn't that normal? What was there to worry about? How could there be no deaths in a war!
From a certain point of view, what he said was probably right. There was no war that did not have deaths. After a war, blood would flow, and corpses would be strewn everywhere. That was not rare. On the contrary, Void City, which had experienced so many wars before and after, did not have a single person die in the end. That was truly unbelievable and rare.
However, Sui Xiong did not want his own people to die. Neither did Leon. The higher-ups of the Republic of Northwest and the Church of the Void Mask did not want this.
This new country located in the northwest border of the Main Plane, far away from the civilized world, was their ideal. They hoped to make this place peaceful and peaceful, so that the residents here could live and work in peace. Even if it was ridiculous, even if it was naive, they did not want ordinary residents to die in this war.
"In this case, you should bow down to them," Leonard said.
Sui Xiong smiled bitterly and did not speak.
Leonard's idea was good, but he did not understand some things.
There was a fundamental contradiction between the republic system and the feudal system, and this contradiction was completely irreconcilable. Even if he wanted to give in, others would not agree.
The skeleton labor incident this time, at first glance, seemed to be his stubbornness to speed up the construction, which led to such trouble. But behind this dispute, almost all the countries on the continent, almost all the rulers, were unanimously hostile to the Republic of Northwest.
The current Republic of Northwest was actually like a fierce tiger standing in a pack of wolves. As long as it showed even a little bit of weakness, it was very likely to be besieged.
So even though Sui Xiong knew that as long as he stopped using skeleton labor, this crisis could be temporarily resolved, he was absolutely unwilling to do so.
Because he could not bow down, and neither could the Republic of Northwest.
The new order that they symbolized could not bow down!
Only by fighting again and again, blinding those who were spying on the Republic, breaking those who wanted to reach out to the Republic, and killing all those who were filled with malice towards the Republic, would he be able to relax, and the Republic would also be able to relax.
Peace could not come from compromise, but only from struggle!
The green jellyfish lying on the conference table closed its eyes as if it was sleeping, but the corner of its mouth hung a trace of an extremely vicious sneer.
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