Above the Chaotic Wasteland, magma and snowstorms roared together. The barren land was filled with all sorts of strange plants. Even the rocks and mountains were distorted by the power of Chaos. The Teleport Portal of the Ancient Sages had been open for many years, and the endless wind of Chaos blew into the mortal world.
The land here was immeasurably vast. To the south was the barbarian land of Northka and the land of darkness. To the southeast was the Great Plains of the Far East, and to the southwest was the cold land of Nagaros. The Chaotic Wasteland wasn't completely a natural phenomenon. Ever since the Ancient Sages' teleportation portals collapsed, this situation had gradually spread. The energy of the Kingdom of Chaos (Highest Heaven) swept across the land like a tidal wave. On this level, the Chaotic Wasteland could be said to be the result of the continuous overlapping of the mortal world and the Kingdom of Chaos. Therefore, this constantly reminded the mortals that once the world fell into the hands of Chaos, everyone would be doomed.
In the Chaotic Wasteland, there were tens of thousands of barbarian tribes fighting and killing endlessly. No one knew how many barbarians there were in the Chaotic Wasteland. Only the elves and dwarves had made the most conservative estimate, which was that there were at least tens of millions of barbarians in the Chaotic Wasteland in the north, and more than five hundred thousand barbarian warriors who did not eat or drink.
Besides the Chaotic Wasteland, there were at least ten million Kurgan warriors in the Great Plains of Kurgan. The population of Northka was at least five million.
Until now, the Chaotic Wasteland was still expanding and invading the northern part of the world. Northka and the Great Plains of the North weren't spared. The environment there had been forever changed by the energy of Chaos. To the Northka, Kurgan, Hun, and countless other Northerners living in the Wasteland, the rare mutations in the South were commonplace in the eyes of the Northerners. They saw the mutations as a gift from the Gods.
Similarly, there were more than 10 million Chaos Barbarians, countless Orc tribes, and Devils in the Antarctic wasteland. Fortunately, the distance between the Antarctic wasteland and other civilizations prevented them from causing as much damage as the Northern wasteland. The High Elves built three Strongholds around the Antarctic, namely the Dawn Stronghold, the Rising Sun Stronghold, and the Dusk Stronghold. The three permanent Strongholds resisted the Chaos tides in the Antarctic wasteland (because the Antarctic wasteland wasn't directly connected to the mortal kingdoms like the Arctic wasteland, and its ability to build ships was limited).
Zetch's Chosen One, Hal, the Eye of Eternity, the master of prophecy magic was giving his suggestion to Ebon Motekin. "My Lord Chosen One, now is the right time. We should send our vanguard out and torture the weak and incompetent southerners. After that, our main army will march south and bring an end to the world."
Behind the Chaos helmet, Black Iron Motekin stared at HAL with his blue eyes, as if he was considering whether HAL's suggestion was a good choice, or if he should cut off his head as another gift to the Blood God.
Zetch's Chosen One could not help but feel a sense of fear. The new Chosen One had always been mysterious. He had even tied Kaghank, the Bloodthirster, to the flag of his army. All the tribes in the Frozen Plains who refused to submit to him were wiped out.
"No, now is not the right time." Ebon Motekin was silent for a long time before he shook his head. "120,000 may be a lot, but it's not enough to defeat the southerners."
"No! That's not important. What's important is to kill! Slaughter, slash, kill all the enemies! " Kagerhank roared. The six-meter-tall Kagerhank kept swinging his battle axe and whip. "Kill! Kill!" he roared. Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, offer your head to the throne! "
However, in the next second, Motekin raised his fist and smashed the Great Demon's face into a pulp. The Great Demon was sent flying out of his palace, smashing countless spoils of war before landing in a pool of blood. The Eternal Chosen One said coldly, "120,000 is not enough, far from enough. This force may be enough to help us break through the humans' northern defense line, but if we want to kill our way into the heart of the Empire and destroy that bastard Oleg Von Zhukov and his family, this force is not enough. We must gather more troops."
"Six months at most." Hal, the Eye of Eternity, had a look of disdain on his twisted horned face, but he concealed it well. "The World Walker army of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Supreme King of Northca, Wamir Aisling's Northca army, the Champion of Sin, Prince Sigwald and his Magic Mirror army, and the Champion of Nurgle, Festus's Children of Pestilence army are all on their way."
"Not enough, not enough!" Motekin's voice was cold and full of hatred. "More, how many tribes are not here yet?"
"At least a thousand tribes are not here yet." Tzeentch bowed even lower. "Other than that, at least five hundred tribes in the Kurgan Plains are willing to join your ranks. According to our estimates, there will be at least three hundred thousand people."
Ebon Motekin stood up and looked at the world that belonged to him. In front of the Northern Palace, tens of thousands of tents, hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors, and dozens of Chaos armies were gathered. Their momentum shook the heavens and dyed the sky in a myriad of colors. The power of the God of Chaos spread across the land, and the echoes reverberated across the wastelands of the Northern Wastelands. Among the echoes, there were even more terrifying whispers and angry roars.
Tens of thousands of shouts and the sound of axes and swords hitting shields rang out one after another. Everyone was waiting to follow the Eternal God to the south and destroy the kingdom of mortals.
However, Ebon Motekin shook his head coldly.
Whether it was the previous champion of the Selection of Terror, Egil Redeye, or the subsequent champion of the Selection of Nurgle, Tam Khan, King of Maggots, their invasion of the South was undoubtedly a success, but also a failure.
Every time the Army of Chaos went down south, they would leave no one alive for thousands of miles. They would hunt for countless skulls and blood of mortals, and they would gain supreme glory and the attention of the gods. However, in the end, they would always be wiped out and forced to retreat.
Motekin repeatedly checked the records of the first Eternal Chosen One, Moka, the Unifier, and the latest Eternal Chosen One, Isaac Kuval, the Anointed One. Combined with the failures of the Chaos invasions in the past few decades, the new Eternal Chosen One remained clear-headed despite being consumed by the flames of revenge. Motekin knew that the different Chaos tribes in the wastelands of the Northern Wastelands would only swear allegiance to a leader with dominant power. Once this leader fell, his army would quickly collapse.
On the other hand, the mortals would abandon their past differences with the appearance of the Army of Chaos. They would unite under the oracles and guidance of the gods of Order to deal with the army from the North. Perhaps HAL's suggestion was right. The 120,000 Army of Chaos would be enough to break through Kislöw's defense line. However, it would be difficult for them to advance any further. The huge army would be weakened and scattered by the harsh environment of Kislöw, the countless fortresses garrisoned in Kislöw, and the strong and tenacious border guards in the north of the Empire.
Then, all the armies of Charlemagne's Empire would gather under the command of the fake Emperor to launch a counterattack. The Army of Chaos would soon lose their advantage in numbers and be forced to face countless strong fortresses and elite soldiers.
If they delayed any longer, the chivalrous Brittany would begin to come to the Empire's aid, followed by the elves and dwarves. These long-lived species might not have an advantage in numbers, but their quality was amazing.
Motekin knew that if he rashly attacked the South, he would only be stepping on the footsteps of his predecessors. He would create a spectacular failure that the Old World would remember.
He had to accumulate enough strength. He did not have enough strength now. Motekin had to wait for more Army of Chaos to arrive. At the same time, he had to numb the humans of the Old World. Under his orders, Northka and the northern wastelands were withdrawing their forces.
When the North became quiet, the Southerners would let down their guard. The differences of the past would resurface, and the courts of the Southerners would fight among themselves for a little benefit. Motekin knew very well that Kislöw was now strong in appearance but weak in reality. Its glorious past was before the great Holy War. After that, even the famous Red Tsar Boris Bokhar could only restore a glimmer of Kislöw's glory days. After that, even though Katarina was a very powerful Ice Witch, she was no match for the Red Tsar in terms of governance and military management.
According to the intelligence of Tzeentch's followers, Katarina was at most a leader with decent strength and some knowledge of politics.
Similarly, Motekin also received a detailed explanation of the situation in the Empire from Tzeentch's Chosen Champion, Za A-Zanaik. Fake Emperor Karl-franz could only manage his direct territory, Rick. The power of the entire Empire was scattered and could not be united without external pressure. Moreover, the nobles of the Empire were all immersed in the glorious victory of the Northka Expedition. As long as Motekin was careful, even if the Empire was alerted, even if Fake Emperor Karl and his court and intelligence agencies felt the danger, the Empire could not be united in a short time. The Kurfürsten would think that this was another political scheme of the Emperor to expand his influence.
Tzeentch's Chosen Champion was even certain that as long as he was fast enough, perhaps when the Army of Chaos invaded the Empire, the Empire would begin to realize the danger and try to unite as one.
The only lesson that the ignorant and backward Southerners learned from history was that they never knew how to learn from lessons.
Then on the other side, what about the Brittany?
Motekin looked at the map, and for the first time, a cautious expression appeared on his eternal Chosen Champion's face.
The Knight King's Kingdom was not that easy to deal with.
The new Knight King, Laing Macado, was an outstanding warrior and had a lot of military achievements.
If he was alone, it would be fine. However, the problem was that, unlike the Empire, Laing had united the knights and nobles who were originally scattered. Moreover, based on his good relationship with the Empire, it was very likely that he would choose to reinforce the Empire.
The united Knight King's Kingdom and the assembled Knights of the Holy Grail would erupt with terrifying power.
I must formulate a strategy to counter it. Before I complete my revenge, I must not give the Brittany the chance to send reinforcements to the Empire!
Motekin looked at the map carefully. He smeared his finger with hot blood on the map and began his plan.
In the first line, the World Walker's Army led by the Chosen Champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, Ulfric the Wanderer, would set off from the Ice Dragon Fjord in Norska and go straight to the Brittany's capital, Culona.
In the second line, the Chosen Champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Supreme King of Norska, Wamir Aislin, would lead the Norska Mountain Army from the Aislin Alliance in Norska and go straight to the northern port of Nord and Auster.
In the third line, the Vanguard of Chaos led by the Chosen Champion of Sin, Prince Sigwald the Beauty, and the Chosen Champion of Nurgle would set off from the Chaos Wasteland from Chaos Festus, cross the Mourning Mountains, pass through the mountain pass, and defeat the Kislöw garrison there. They would then split up and attack the two major cities of Kislöw, Örengrád and Prag.
Finally, he would lead the main force south, cross the Linsk River, and go straight to the Empire's Auster.
This time, he would gather more than 200,000 barbarian warriors, 30 armies of Chaos, more than 50,000 cavalrymen of Chaos, thousands of chariots of Chaos, hundreds of monster gangs, and thousands of giant beasts.
There was only one goal: Oleg von Zhukov's head, and the ancestral tomb of the Kurfürst family in von Zhukov's castle!
"This will be an unprecedented invasion, the largest invasion since the great Holy War. We will gather an army of more than 300,000 people and bring destruction and real civilization to the southerners." Motekin decided on the battle plan. "Let's wait for a while until all the troops arrive. During this time, we must keep quiet. We must let the hypocritical southerners think that a good time has come. We can even send people to negotiate with the southerners and ask for peace."
"A great plan." The Chosen Champion of Tzeki, Bi A-Zanaik, nodded in approval. He said softly, "Please give this plan a name, Eternal Chosen Champion."
"A name? That's meaningless, "Motekin said coldly.
"But we need a codename. This is the will of the Devil Bird God." Bi A-Zanaik couldn't wait. There were two hideous scars on his face, which were left by Teresa. He remembered the faces and names of the sorceress and her mother, and prepared for his revenge.
"In that case, the codename this time will be …" Motekin reluctantly agreed. He thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered a name he saw in an ancient tomb of a king in the troll kingdom when he was young.
"This invasion will be called … Operation Barbarossa!"
… I am the line that will destroy Kislöw in three months …
In the Royal Hotel of the Culona Palace, several dukes sat together, waiting for François to start his class.
"Everyone, there is no doubt that we are all nobles of the kingdom. Our status and glory all come from our ancestors, the twelve glorious first Knights of the Holy Grail. Am I right?" François said in a low voice, his father-in-law's face warm.
The Dukes all nodded. This was the foundation of their existence, and also the origin of their peerless status.
They were all nobles.
"Where do we nobles get our power, our status, our glory and our territory?" François asked a second question. "Of course, it comes from the twelve founding wars and the Holy Grail. No one has any objections to this, right?"
Everyone nodded again. In Brittania, this was a politically correct thing that could not be questioned.
"Therefore, we are all people who live and die with the country. Why can't you understand?" Francois let out a long sigh and said to the crowd, "You have to know that if the country is good, we will be good. If the country survives and prospers for a long time, we will survive and prosper for a long time. A good country is more important than anything else! To us, without the Knight King, we nobles will lose our status and glory. Do you understand? "
"… Is that why you support Laing?" Bodrick asked thoughtfully. Duke Poseidon also put down his spoon.
"Because Laing can make the country better! Don't you understand? " François shook his head with a bitter smile. "I said that if the country is good, we nobles will be good. Think about it. Reducing taxes, building fortresses, and encouraging the flow of people. Isn't Laing doing all of this for the good of the country?"
"But he's sacrificing us!" Duke Hagan couldn't eat anymore. Duke Gisoleiox was still unhappy. "I know he's doing this for the good of the country, but …"
"It's just a small benefit in front of us. So what if we give it up? We're doing this for the long-term. " François stroked his goatee. "For the prosperity of the country, we have to sacrifice a little. In five, ten, or twenty years, we can not only recoup our losses, but I'm sure you'll always gain more than you lose!"
"I agree." Bohemond nodded in agreement. "Leon is worthy of our trust. We're giving in now so that he can show off his abilities and do whatever he wants. If we follow him, we won't lose out. Look at how much that old fox Francois has earned."
"Baldero will also respond to the king's call." Duke Bodrick also made up his mind.
"But …" Duke Hagan was still hesitating.
"But what?" François sneered. "What's wrong, Hagan? Do you think Laing can't do anything to you if you don't cooperate with him? You're a Holy Grail Knight and the descendant of the first Holy Grail Knight, Baylon. Isn't that great? "
Duke Hagan was silent.
"Let me tell you, Laing is the Lady's Chosen Champion and the heir recognized by Landuin. He also has the full support of the Green Knight and Princess Morgiana! Oh, right, he's also Suria's husband and my son-in-law, "François continued." It's true that others can't do anything to you, but Laing can't do anything to you, right? There must be a lot of people in your family who are willing to be dukes! "
Duke Hagan was shocked and his whole body turned cold.
He finally nodded painfully. "I understand. There's no problem with reducing taxes and encouraging population circulation, but what about building fortresses? Do we really have to build five large permanent fortresses at our own expense? Isn't that too much? "
"I also think my son-in-law is making a big fuss about building fortresses." François smiled and nodded. He said casually, "It's understandable that Laing attaches great importance to defense, but it's obviously to defend against a large-scale invasion. Will the northern barbarians suddenly organize an army of 200,000 to 300,000 people to go south?"
"Yes, and Kislöw and the Empire will be the first to bear the brunt of the barbarians' invasion." Berchemund agreed. "We can reduce taxes, but as for building fortresses, let's wait for His Majesty to come back."
"Yes, it's not worth it to spend time and money to station and maintain them," Bodrick said with a smile. "The barbarians don't have that ability."
"Hahaha! Come on, let's continue! "
"How long has it been since the Empire won the Northka Expedition?"
"I bet a bullwhip that the Chaos bastards won't come any time soon. Don't worry!"
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