Soon, the allied forces of various countries in Port Chakarlo learned that Commander Aleksei Ahan had another pet. It was a rather handsome white eagle.
The white eagle usually blindly followed the commander — yes, it walked upright like a human with its claws. It didn't seem to have any desire to fly in the sky and looked very cute.
This white eagle's popularity in Port Chakarlo soared. Many soldiers who passed by and saluted the commander wanted to feed it some black bread crumbs … But without exception, the white eagle gave them the cold shoulder.
Only Mage Catherine had a rough idea of the white eagle's origin. Of course, she wouldn't say anything.
Every night, the routine military operations meeting would begin.
Ahan, followed by the white eagle, was the last to step into the meeting room.
In the meeting room, the commanders of the allied forces had already taken their seats. Seeing Ahan enter, these people saluted him in the way of their respective countries and tribes.
No one paid any attention to the white eagle behind Ahan, but these high-ranking people didn't know that a pair of eyes was sizing them up through the shared vision of the white eagle.
As soon as they sat down, someone spoke.
"Sir Commander, I heard that you went to the outer island alone today?"
The one who spoke was an elf with long dark green hair and pointed ears. She wore a white robe with many small pearls hanging from it. When she moved slightly, they would make a crisp and pleasant tinkling sound.
"Yes, Madam Dorothea Golden Leaf."
The female elf Dorothea said, "Sir Commander, please pay attention to your own safety. If you want to sail in the future, please let us know in advance."
"Okay." Elves were famous for their pride, and Ahan didn't want to get entangled in such a trivial matter. He coughed lightly.
"Now, let's get to the main topic. Does anyone have any good ideas on how to deal with the serpent-men in the Boinus Sea? "
A burly man, a head taller than Ahan, spoke in a deafening voice, "Barca can't think of any good ideas. If the serpent-men dare to come to Chakarlo, Barca will smash them all into minced meat! "
This burly man had long hair draped over his shoulders, revealing his firm chest muscles. He only wrapped half of his chest with animal skin, wore an animal skin skirt, and was barefoot. Sitting there, he gave people the feeling that he was a ferocious beast, ready to devour people at any moment.
A man wearing a pointed hat and a mink coat snorted and spat out the word "barbarian".
"What did you say?" The barbarian's voice was deafening. The female elf, Dorothea, even covered her ears in an exaggerated manner …
"Did I say anything?" The man in the pointy hat spread his hands.
"Commander Baraka, please lower your voice," Ahan said.
Barbarian Basaka seemed to respect Ahan. He mumbled something in his throat and didn't say anything else.
Ahon looked at the man in the pointy hat and asked, "Quartermaster Felix Friedheim, what do you think?"
The man in the bowler hat, who was Felix, the quartermaster, shrugged. "What advice can I have? I only know that the Nagas are at the bottom of the sea. We can't find those bastards who should go to hell! If they wanted to, they could sleep in the sea. If they were hungry, they could grab some fish and prawns. But the allied army can't continue like this. With so many troops and so many warships, the amount of food consumed every day is astronomical! "
Clang!
The hammer fell on the table. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man who was only half the height of an adult man. He was short and stout like an anvil standing on a wooden chair. Under his thick beard, a rough voice sounded. "This is a war conference. The cunning Calcino people shouldn't be here!"
This was a dwarf from the Dwarf Kingdom of Tolin in the southwest of the continent. His name was Panga Graybeard.
"I can't pretend that I didn't hear that." Quartermaster Felix sneered. "Without Calcino, the allied army of the Bonus Islands would have gone hungry!"
A knight covered in mithril armor snorted and didn't say anything. This person was the representative of the Knight Kingdom of Altoria. His name was Harold.
The Knight Kingdom of Altoria, like the Kingdom of Carmelo, was located in the center of the continent. However, it was in the north and less affected by the disaster of the rising sea.
The Kingdom of Altoria pursued a policy of "glorious isolation" and maintained a neutral attitude towards the surrounding countries. It was quite a unique style. In fact, the Kingdom of Altoria looked down on the barbarians in the north and the orcs in the northwest. They looked down on the merchants of Calcino who only cared about profits. They also regarded the magic of Carmelo as a strange technique.
The topic returned to the choice of quartermaster.
Since the Bonus Islands were located in the territory of Calcino, it was normal for the Republic of Calcino to be in charge of the logistics of the allied army.
Even if they didn't like quartermaster Felix, they couldn't replace him. Otherwise, they would have to transport supplies from other countries and the cost would be much higher. Felix was also a man of high standing in the Republic of Calcino. It would be even more of a headache if he decided to make things difficult for the Alliance's supply lines.
The neighboring countries of Calcino didn't have a good relationship with this merchant country. Of course, they wouldn't let Felix be arrogant. The dwarf Panga Graybeard immediately mocked him. The reason the allied army gathered in the Bonus Islands was for the safety of Calcino. As a landlord, Calcino had to pay for the supplies with military funds. It was obvious that they were blinded by greed.
There was a lot of noise in the meeting room. The strong commanders from different countries were talking one after another. The topic had already deviated from the main topic of how to deal with the Nagas.
"Enough."
Ahan heavily knocked on the table.
The fluctuation of psionic particles spread out and an awe-inspiring aura spread out. Suddenly, everyone in the meeting room shut their mouths.
"It seems that no one has a good idea … I have a plan."
Several pairs of eyes looked at Ahan.
"We're going to lure the Nagas onto land to fight." Ahon paused for a moment, walked in front of the battle map, and gestured as he said, "Look here, this island is called Axon Island. The seabed around the island is low and flat, and there's a large shallow water area that's less than a meter deep … The Nagas' ghost ships won't work, so they can only fight us fair and square."
"Good place. Then the question is, how do we make the Nagas obediently come here?" Felix shrugged and said, "They are not domesticated dogs that will come here when we whistle. They are a group of disobedient wild dogs!"
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