"Laing, I'm not questioning your military plan, but I think I have to emphasize that if we fight like this, we won't have any chance of winning."
In the Incarnation Council's military meeting, the upgraded Karl-franz looked at Laing's military plan and couldn't help but say, "The Army of Chaos is far superior to us in both quality and quantity. If we fight like this, we'll only be overwhelmed by their numbers."
"Yes, if we fight like this, there's almost no chance of winning." Malecis also shook his head. No matter what deal the Eternal King made with Laing, he was still an excellent military strategist.
"Laing boy, we probably need a new plan." Solgreen also disagreed. "If this goes on, we won't win."
The Incarnation Council fell into an awkward silence.
What was Laing's military plan?
It was a five-front attack, attacking the Army of Chaos from all four directions of Mildenheim at the same time.
In the eyes of most people, this battle plan was inexplicable. Even if Vlad's army of the dead and the dwarves' army of 20,000 were included, the Allied Army of Order only had a little over 200,000 capable fighters. Eichahn's army alone had a million soldiers, not to mention the Skaven ratmen's squires. Although the Skaven ratmen's army was not that good, they still had hundreds of thousands of ratmen, including the elite troops of the Isin clan and the Mord clan.
"We don't need to defeat all of the Army of Chaos." Laing signaled for everyone to stop and listen to him. "There are only two goals in this war. If we accomplish one of them, we'll win."
"First, according to Lilith's prophecy, we all know that in the depths of the Central Mountains, under Mildenheim, there's a device left behind by the Ancient Saint." Laing pointed his finger at Mildenheim. "If we can gather the eight wind avatars and activate the device to close the world's north and south portals, then without the support of the Wind of Chaos, the Army of Chaos will collapse without a fight."
"Or, there's a second option. As everyone knows, the anchor point of the Army of Chaos in the mortal world is Eichahn himself, the Eternal God's Chosen One. If we can defeat Eichahn himself, then the Army of Chaos will completely collapse."
"Two goals. We only need to accomplish one of them, and we'll be able to win this war." Laing assigned the mission. "But considering the strength of Eichaen himself and the strength of the Army of Chaos under his command, we should prioritize the completion of the first objective."
"Very well, since that's the case, here comes the question." On the dwarves' side, the Butcher King Agrim Ironfist raised his hand. "Why didn't you set off for Mildenheim earlier to activate the device? Must we wait until the limit? "
Everyone's eyes were focused on Agrim Ironfist, especially Lilith, Vlad, and Malecis. They all looked at the Butcher King as if they were looking at an idiot.
Agrim Ironfist suddenly realized that everyone seemed to be waiting for his Flaming Wind avatar. He had yet to arrive, and there were only six winds left. How were they going to activate the device?
The Butcher King couldn't help but blush. He coughed twice and pretended as if nothing had happened.
"There are two other reasons. If we had come to Mildenheim earlier, the logistical pressure would be huge. It would be difficult to supply the army's needs for a long period of time near Mildenheim. The second reason is that once Eichaen learns of this, the Eternal Chosen One would most likely give up on concentrating on Mildenheim and split his forces to attack the major cities and villages in the south of the Empire that have yet to fall. When that happens, the enemy's million-strong army would be spread out, and that would be the real problem." Laing smoothed things over for the dwarves. He continued, "As for the last avatar of the Wind of the Beast, Tegris."
Tegris, the High Elf's Lord of Wisdom and the supreme mage of the White Tower Council of Mages, stood up. "Together with the archmages of White Tower, I will borrow Lilith's power to summon the eighth wind avatar of the Wind of the Beast and his army. Before the ritual is completed, we cannot provide you with any magical help. Also, please be aware that the avatar of the Wind of the Beast may not necessarily be willing to be our friend. If he is an enemy, please prioritize defeating him."
"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Laing asked.
Now, no one had any objections. Only Vlad raised his hand. "Then," the Grand Lord of Death asked, "how should we arrange the battle? In my opinion, although everyone here is a friend who protects the world, in a real battle, it may be difficult for us to overcome the influence of each other. For example, Sun King, your existence will make my slaves dispirited. It is better for us to separate. "
"Yes, we must separate." Laing agreed with Vlad's opinion and smiled. "Don't worry, I know. If the Empire, Brittany, and the dwarves have the foundation to fight side by side, then the living and the dead may not be able to maintain the same pace. As for the elves and dwarves, I don't think it is too much, right?"
Malecis, the Eternal King, and Solgreen, the Supreme King, subconsciously looked at each other upon hearing those words. After a second of staring at each other, they immediately looked away and snorted coldly.
I don't want to fight alongside a pointy-eared (dwarf)!
In the end, five battle sequences were formed under Laing's command.
The Empire's frontline army was led by Karl, the incarnation of the Wind of Paradise, and Galt, the incarnation of the Metal Wind. It included most of the Empire's army, a small number of Brittany's Pegasus Knights, and most of Kislöw's army.
The Sylvania frontline army was led by Vlad, the incarnation of the Wind of Death. It included all of the undead armies, including Akhan's army of the Tomb Kings and Luthor Haken's undead pirates. Nefrata was also forced to join the battle. She and her sisters would provide magic support and morale buffs.
The Elven frontline army was led by Malecis, the incarnation of the Shadow Wind. It included all of the Elven armies. In addition to the armies of the High Elves, Dark Elves, and Wood Elves, Alariel also summoned a group of Ancient Ents. The Divine Sword Tree King, one of the three Ancient Ents, Dursu, was willing to join the battle. This Ancient Ent finally woke up from his madness after coming into contact with Alariel. Dursu knew that the world was heading towards destruction, so he decided to join the battle.
The Dwarven frontline army was led by Supreme King Solgreen and Agrim, the incarnation of the Wind of Flame. The Wood Elven Knights of Araloth and several Empire's Knights were mobilized to provide support to the Dwarves.
The Brittany frontline army was led by Sun Wang Laing. In addition to the Brittany's main forces, the Elven Dwarves led by Belegar were mixed with the Brittany's army. Both sides were old friends, so there was no pressure for them to work together. At the same time, the Nur's artillery was also very willing to help the Brittany. Belegar was not very fond of Solgreen. He would rather fight with his brother Laing.
That night, the main camp of the Allied Army of Order in the Drakoward Forest seized the time to rest and prepare. Every soldier ate a full meal and hung dry rations on their bodies. The wizards released magic to cover up the smoke, and the dwarves checked the war machines. After Leon and the others assigned the tasks, they were still making the final calculations.
"After the rest, we will attack at four in the morning." Laing gave the time of battle, and everyone nodded. At this time, no one was interested in talking anymore. They dispersed and waited for the final battle.
Laing stood alone in the camp. The Black Forest around him had been cut down. His iron boots stepped on the thick leaves. The gray knight's original body was silent.
"What are you thinking, my dear?" The figure of the Lake Fairy approached. Lilith hugged Laing from behind. The goddess' gentle breath spread like a soft breeze, blowing open the curtain of Laing's heart. "What are you thinking at this time?"
"I heard the call of the origin of Chaos." Laing smiled bitterly. He reached out and held the hand of the Lake Fairy on his waist. Feeling the smoothness of her hand, the gray knight's original body could feel the echoes from the depths of the subspace.
"Is it the Four Gods of Chaos? They are tempting you? "The Lake Fairy was puzzled.
"No, not the Four Gods of Chaos. You know, my lady, the subspace is not the same as the realm of Chaos, and the realm of Chaos is not the same as the Four Gods of Chaos." Laing sighed. "Something has been calling me. I don't know what it is, but it is obviously a supreme existence of a higher dimension. It told me that it has a lot of knowledge to share with me. It has a lot of things to let me know."
"Knowledge does not always bring benefits, my dear." The Lake Fairy hesitated for a few seconds. The Moon God whispered in Laing's ear. "I have inherited Asuryan's knowledge. When he explored the depths of the subspace, he also saw a higher dimension, an indescribable supreme existence. But it is not something we should touch at the moment."
"Maybe, maybe not." Laing raised his hand.
The silver flame burned fiercely. It symbolized the pure psionic energy of the subspace. This bright light of psionic energy had accompanied Laing for a long time. The Lake Fairy's green eyes stared at the psionic fire, feeling the warmth of it.
But five minutes later, the silver flame began to change. The bright luster on the surface began to fade, and the dark, lightless thing gradually broke free from its shackles and devoured everything. It was not darkness, but distortion. It was a distortion that devoured everything. Even light could not escape from it.
The only thing that could be seen was the circle of golden flames that surrounded it.
"This is?" The Lake Fairy stared at the new power in Laing's hand. The Moon God felt an indescribable fear.
"This is nothing." The strange power faded away. Laing smiled. "Time to rest."
That night, at three o 'clock in the morning.
In front of the Army of Order, more than 200,000 soldiers were in formation. Marshal Laing rode the Great Griffin Impris and slowly passed in front of the formation. "Humans, elves, dwarves, and the dead! We don't have much time left. Please listen to me! "
Everything became so quiet. There was nothing in the Black Forest except the stars in the night sky, the dark clouds that showed the faces of the Four Gods of Chaos, and the aurora that kept emerging witnessed everything.
The Old Guard, the Reik Guards, the Griffin Knights, the Phoenix Guards, the Nagaronian Black Guards, the Grail Knights, the Avalon Guards, the Nagashza Guards … All the legendary troops held their breaths and waited.
The upgraded Karl, Galt, Malecis, Alariel, Saul Green, Rimanrus, Diego, Vlad … All the heroes who left their names in the history of the world had different expressions.
In the distance was the camp of the Army of Chaos. There were thousands of tents, encircling the camp like an animal's intestines, countless giant beasts, and black smoke that almost covered the sky.
The soldiers of the Army of Order did not lack courage, but the scene in front of them made them nervous. Everyone's expression was very serious. Only the butchers under Agrim Iron Fist's command were laughing. These butchers had lost too many family members and friends in a series of wars. All they wanted was to die. When they thought of seeking a heroic death on such a glorious battlefield, what else could they not be satisfied with?
Spears, halberds, swords, axes, and hammers glittered under the reflection of the starlight. Laing was proud to see that no one was shaken. Everyone was just a little nervous.
With such warriors, the world would not be destroyed.
Such a beautiful planet, such a beautiful world, how could it be destroyed?
He decided to say something.
"Brothers, compatriots, and the mortals who are fighting for the world, I am very happy. Today, we are standing here. I am very happy to see you all gathered together to fight for the world!"
"I see the nervousness in your eyes. I see your fear. Just like me, fear!"
"Many of us know that Chaos is eternal! Mortals are weak, Chaos is strong! "
"Yes, we all know!" Laing's loud voice echoed in the forest. The original body laughed and said, "This is an eternal war, and we have almost no chance of winning!"
"Victory is always short-lived. Every victory we have has only pulled the world back a little bit from the brink of destruction. Every victory we have has only allowed our lives to be extended a little bit in the dark and cold years!"
"We know very well that one day, mortals will lose their courage! We will be deserted and suffer a crushing defeat! "
"But, not today!" Laing roared.
"One day, Chaos will devour everything. The whole world will be scorched by the invasion of darkness!"
"But, not today!"
"Today, let us take up our weapons and fight for our world, for our home!"
"I, Laing -Macado, will fight for all the beauty in the world with all of you!"
"Take out your weapons and tell Chaos, not today, no!!!"
The army of Order was boiling.
Late at night, outside Mildenheim City, in the camp of Chaos, under the colorful aurora, in the camp of the Kurgan, the Northmen were sleeping soundly. A cannon fired, sending the upgraded Carl and his army of the Empire to the army of the Chosen One of Tzeentech, Wilic – the World Spellcaster.
Lightning flashed across the sky, meteors fell to the ground, and a loud horn sounded from the end of the horizon. The whole of Mildenheim fell into a frenzy of killing.
The Battle of Mildenheim, the war of the world, officially began.
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