"Things seem to have changed somewhat......"

In the bright barracks, the old knight strode in with a large volume of intelligence that still exuded a little heat.

The staff member who was frowning and studying the demonic defense line raised his head when he heard the sound, he was a little puzzled by this.

The current situation is clear and clear enough, and the biggest challenge they are facing now is to attack and defend against tough problems.

Playing with intrigue is not the practice of the Burning Legion.

In the case that hard power can be directly crushed, any intellectual consumption is superfluous.

What's more, the Burning Legion, which now has the Fire Demon and Shadow Demon as the main establishment races, is more enthusiastic about this kind of pure destruction.

However, the staff did not say anything, he and the old knight have been partners for a long time.

He knew the old knight, and the other party was not an exaggeration.

"Unknown forces have emerged in the area of the Nature Elves and repelled the first attacks of the Burning Legion, forcing them to build strategic fortifications in the Wallas Mountains, mainly fortresses"

The old knight said as he put the scroll on the table.

He then marked a red line on the battle map in the middle of the battle that they had set up to represent the fall.

"Unknown forces?"

The staff looked at the area marked by the old knight and fell into thought.

For a world where dimensional consciousness remains active, an invasion from the Void is bound to be countered.

Sometimes, it comes with some kind of indescribable doom and curse.

And sometimes, it's an endless stream of heroes.

When an entire world is threatened, it is seldom solved by a single person within itself.

"It's likely to be good news, but we don't have the energy to touch it right now."

The staff thought for a while and then looked at the old knight and said.

"Unidentified loud roar? A massive number of goblins like a natural disaster? ”

The staff picked up the intelligence scroll on the side and looked at it, and the trivial and amateurish descriptions on it made him feel a little headache.

This is the original record of intelligence transmission, provided by troglodier tribes close to the natural elven area.

There is a bias in the transmission of information, and this bias will continue to increase as the number of intermediate links increases.

For non-underground intelligence work, it is necessary to provide original intelligence information materials.

This is the intelligence agency of the human kingdom, formed in the long process of internal unification.

Whenever the intelligence of an intelligent life is greater than 10 points, unification is an arduous and complex epic task.

It took a long enough bloody struggle and intrigue to reach the current social system of the human kingdom.

Unfortunately, fate does not seem to have given them enough opportunities to develop and grow.

The staff forced themselves to read the information provided by the troglodyte tribe carefully.

He then looked at the results of the identification of the information by the intermediate intelligence agencies at the back of the intelligence volume.

That's the bulk of at least two-thirds of the entire intelligence volume.

"There's no precedent for nature elves to drive goblins, and I'm not aware of a high-level wild druid there who specializes in bear-like variation."

"What's more, I don't think it's a goblin."

"Even in the time of the most powerful of the goblins, Narhat, they have not shown the level of strength to be able to fight the Burning Legion independently and gain the upper hand with the strength of a single race."

"We are able to barely hold on now because we have a large number of fortifications that were built in the early days and coordination between the various races."

"Being unconventional means risk, and I don't recommend touching them until the situation stabilizes."

After a long time, the staff who had read the entire content of the intelligence file analyzed.

"I agree with you, but there are always people who want to do something stupid."

The old knight tapped the scabbard of his saber and said in a slightly low voice.

The pressure of these days made him feel like he was back to the days when he was a young man who fought the rebels.

He hated those who had completed the unification of the human kingdom and came out to stir up trouble.

From the eldest son of a farmer to the knight of the protector of the highest medal in the kingdom of man, how smooth and wide the road has been.

"When all is peaceful, they are good tinkers."

The staff said pointedly.

"But now, what the kingdom, the humanity, and the federation need is a hammer to destroy all invading enemies!"

The old knight suddenly said with some excitement.

His fingers pressed a deep imprint heavily on the scabbard of his saber.

Looking at the somewhat shapeless scabbard, the old knight hung it aside.

He didn't appreciate this thin weapon, and the hammer and shield were his lifelong beliefs.

"Maybe power, it does change something."

"When they were young, they were excellent commanders, soldiers, and adventurers."

"And now, all I see is a bunch of slick politicians!"

"It's as if something has blinded them!"

The old knight shook his head, he was a little puzzled by the changes in these people.

"According to the wartime schedule, you need to rest, and after 5 hours, you need to carry out the thirty-fourth sequence of combat plans."

Suddenly, the staff looked at the timer on the table, and then said to the old knight.

The old knight nodded and went straight into the inner room to rest.

Ideas are ideas, battles are battles, and in the old knight's opinion, keeping pure thoughts in the face of battle is not to die in the nest.

As for the rest, that's after the battle.

"Amazing Will ......"

After the old knight fell asleep, the staff stared at the battle situation in front of him and said secretly in his heart.

But my old friend, the burning has begun.

Tough as steel, but it is nothing but a rolling torrent in the flames......

Countless civilizations as bright as the stars have proved that kingship is not eternal.

Do you think the crimson that burns in the sky is just a crackling flame that burns wood?

No, it's still hot in deeper places......

The staff bent over and put away the scattered documents around them.

It was the thousand-thousand-hundred-thirty-second life he had ever experienced.

He is like the most superb actor, conscientiously maintaining and performing.

By the end, the real and the unreal have begun to blur.

Let's make the fire bigger......

The staff stared at the battle map in front of him, as if he saw a rising fire.

No one can interpret their own world in its entirety, and no one has ever imprinted the same truth.

For demons, the definition of burning is pure destruction.

But like the staff, there is a new definition......

What is rotten will burn to ashes.

And the tough ones shine in the sting of the burn.

Not for the goodness of the heart, not for the justice of the world, but let the world be hot, and the eyes are full of fire......

This is also the Burning Legion......

It is the diversity of evils that has forged their enduring notoriety, rather than a simple arsonist syndicate......