As the topic unfolded, everyone began to discuss endlessly.

However, there is still a concern that many affiliated countries will not move.

It is unlikely that these vassals will become the grass in the wall, after all, the Terrans and the Beamon Orcs are mortal enemies.

But it is not impossible that they will drag the Holy See back, or do nothing at all.

However, the attitude of the Duchy of Lotre and the Magicians' Association is very clear, and they are extremely determined to unite with the Holy See.

There are only a few powerful countries of the human race, and the most powerful is the Locke Kingdom, except for Lotle.

Alan originally wondered why the Locke Kingdom hadn't sent an emissary, but Downey handed him a letter.

The letter was signed by King Locke and Ellen's cheap daddy, Grand Duke Claire.

The content is also very brief, that is, let Alan try his best to call on 80,000 barbarians to cooperate with the Holy See.

Alan doesn't have too many doubts, after the southern diocese is the outpost county, after the outpost county belongs to the territory of the Rock Kingdom, other countries can also be used as a wall grass or in a wait-and-see attitude, after all, many forces are too far away from the Great Wasteland, even if they ride fast horses, they have to run non-stop for dozens of days.

Others can delay, but only the Rock Kingdom can't, because it is too close to the Savage Ancient Plains and the front line.

The Bimon orcs said that they had done nothing to the other Terran countries, but the Locke Kingdom could not afford to take such a risk.

In the end, it was confirmed that they were ready to assemble in the Great Wasteland, but there were less than 300,000 regular troops.

These include the two legions of the Holy See and tens of thousands of Cathar Crusaders, the Hunting Wind Legion of the Duchy of Lotral, and the Second Frontier Army of the Kingdom of Locke.

Among them, the Wizards' Association sent fifty-three elemental users to fight against the Beamon Sacrifice, and many vassal countries also sent more or less elemental users and fighting warriors because the distance was too long.

200,000 regular troops, plus less than a hundred elemental users, hundreds of Fighting Warriors.

This is the force that the Terrans can immediately put into the battlefield, but it is far from enough.

I have to say that this time the Great War between the two races came too suddenly, and neither the Holy See nor the Terrans were prepared at all.

Although the human race has long known that the Beamon orcs are not a race that can forbear, they never thought that they would make a comeback after only a hundred years.

And although the Beamon Beasts have a population of only a few million, they have a natural advantage, that is, like the barbarians, everyone is a warrior, and only with the order of the Beamon Beast Emperor, the gathering of a million troops can be completed within a few months.

With the forces that the Holy See and several nations have now assembled to resist the army of Bimon that has poured out of the nest, the idiot knows that it is impossible for the Terrans to win.

And the most important thing is that the Bimon Orcs are on the outskirts of the Wasteland, and the Holy See and a bunch of human state forces are still arguing here.

However, the purpose of the group of emissaries is only to secondment a few barbarians to understand the terrain of the wasteland, and the Wizards Association and a few big people also hope to enter the Holy Light Castle as a combat headquarters.

None of them expected to solve the actual problems in this brief meeting, after all, many of the people who really had the final say were still arguing in the Holy Mountain, and even if they came up with an idea, it would not be their turn to make a final decision.

In the end, everyone didn't discuss the reason, and they were all ready to go down to rest, who knew that Babylon the Great was in a hurry and ran over.

Seeing a large group of outsiders present, Babylon the Great pulled Alan Manstein aside and told him bad news, and it was bad news related to the Bloodhoof Tribe.

An advance army of no less than 100,000 people of the Beamon Orcs entered the periphery of the Great Wasteland, and after encountering a tribe of less than 100 people, they asked them to bring a message to the Great Chieftain Tribe, threatening to set foot on the Great Wasteland this time to all the barbarian tribes, but there were only three conditions, to hand over all the teleportation crystal ore, as well as the heads of the Bloodhoof Chief and Mourinho.

After hearing this, Alan did not sneer, but sneered.

Looks like Hyronte's bastard leaks.

Alan had teleported so many crystal ores during the Battle of the Holy Light Castle, which only Ronning had told about the Holy Mountain, and Hiront, who had ears and eyes in the Holy Mountain, also knew about it.

Now that Huron had defected, the Beamon orcs knew that the crystal ores were not in the hands of Mourinho, but in the hands of the Bloodhoof tribe.

Alan looked at a man with an unclear attitude.

Manstein, who had not shown his attitude in front of many messengers, stared at Alan with his eyes and asked, "Can you promise me one thing?" ”

"What's the matter?"

"From now on, you will be the chief of the Bloodhoof Tribe, not some messy baron of the Terrans."

"What do you mean, Great Chief?" Alan said inexplicably, "Haven't I always been the Bloodhoof Chieftain, you see when my elbow turned outward." ”

"Don't forget that you promised me to break the ban on the ancient bloodline of the barbarians." Manstein smiled and continued: "Don't worry, the Great Chief Tribe and the 80,000 barbarians will not give up any of the clansmen, I will go back to the Great Chief Tribe now to issue a battle call-up order, shrink and gather all the tribal warriors." ”

Alan was suddenly a little moved, and Manstein continued: "Forget it, I'm not joking with you, the Bimon orcs have long wanted to eradicate the 80,000 barbarians, it's just a random reason, you don't have to blame yourself or feel guilty." ”

Alan instantly understood, the big chief was right, the Bimon orcs saluted first and then the soldiers, their own heads and those crystal ore were just a reason for them to find, the geographical location of the Barbarian Ancient Plains was a place where soldiers must fight, and the Bimon orcs said that they had no offense against the barbarian Qiu and it was only for other wavering human races.

After Allen figured it out, he grabbed Manstein and said with a cruel smile: "Since we have set foot in the Great Wasteland, let's let them have a long memory." ”

After finishing speaking, Alan walked back to the long table and said with a sneer: "Don't waste time, the Beamon orcs have entered the Great Wasteland." ”

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone focused their eyes on Allen, with a variety of faces.

No one expected that the Beamon orcs would come and ask for it, and they originally thought that they would gather for a while.

Only Donnie was calmer and asked with a sinking face, "How many people?" ”

"Wolf cavalry and pig-faced warriors, less than 100,000 people, as well as hundreds of war pets and demon pets and dozens of sacrifices."

Hearing that it was not pouring out, Hathaway secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is the news reliable?" ”

Manstein nodded.

A large group of people didn't bother to inquire in detail, and they were ready to leave immediately to inform the bad news and step up the build-up of troops.

Ignoring the bewildered crowd, Alan said to Babylon the Great, "Tell Samson to come with me in two quarters of an hour, and let Migadra set up the portal to connect the magical coordinates on the northern periphery of the Great Wasteland. ”

"Lord Allen, where are you going?" Orpheus looked puzzled.

"Give you time to stall."

Donnie saw a group of huge figures emerge from the back of the camp and asked suspiciously, "How do you want to delay?" ”

Alan sneered and said, "Since you are grinding and chirping, then let us barbarians compare with the Beamon orcs." ”

After saying that, Alan turned and left, staring at a large group of people, not knowing what this self-defeating guy was going to do.

A whole 100,000 Beamon orcs, not 100,000 saro beasts, how can a bloodhoof tribe of a few hundred people contain so many orcs?

Orpheus followed, halfway to the point and turned back and said, "Rest easy, come with me to take a closer look at the army of the Bimon orcs." ”

A group of people looking at each other and looking closely? It's hundreds of kilometers from the northern periphery of the wasteland, how do you get there?

Orpheus didn't explain, and Hathaway whispered a few words in Master Downey's ear, who suddenly came to his senses and followed.

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Endless wasteland, cold autumn winds, gravel and totem poles all over the ground.

This is the border of the Wild Ancient Plains and the Great Empire of Bimon.

Twenty phalanxes of infantry marched in an orderly manner.

Rommel rode on a giant elephant and said with emotion: "It is this desolate land that obstructs our people's view of the south. ”

As the commander-in-chief of the Beamon advance army this time, and also as the patriarch of the Beamon Fox Clan, Rommel did not have the slightest carelessness, there were hundreds of wolf cavalry overseers between each phalanx, and thousands of harpy heralds were also all over the sky of each phalanx, and the elite wolf cavalry scouts were also released, and they were also several kilometers away from the large army, and they could react back as quickly as possible in any situation.

Rommel, known as the Fox of the Battlefield, may not be well-known on the continent of San Cassis, but his reputation in Beamon is not weaker than Mourinho's.

It's just that Rommel, as the patriarch, did not participate in foreign wars.

One is the patriarch of the Swan Clan, and the other is the patriarch of the Fox Clan, both of whom are powerful figures in the country, and they are all famous generals of Beamon.

It's a pity that one has now become the biggest traitor Beamon has ever been, and the other has become the commander of the advance legion.

"Huronte, who do you think our first opponent will be? Is it your former master, the Holy See? Rommel smiled and looked at one of the knights beside him.

The corners of Huronte's eyes twitched inadvertently, and he said in an emotionless voice: "Lord Rommel is too worried, the Beast Emperor has been preparing for this battle for several years, and the Holy See has been unprepared before, as long as it quickly passes through the Savage Ancient Plains and directly takes the two major dioceses in the north and south, I believe that the two major legions of the Holy See will be assembled, after all, there are only a few thousand cathars stationed in the northern diocese, and the Holy Mountain does not have a device to transmit troops in a large area." ”

Rommel nodded, thoughtful, "What about the barbarians, your old rivals, the Bloodhoof Tribe?" Will the Great Chieftain Tribes give away those teleportation stone ores to others? What's more, the foreign chief of the Bloodhoof tribe is not a good person to deal with. ”

Huron gritted his teeth and said: "Even so, the various tribes of the barbarian tribe of the wasteland are too far away, as long as we break through each one, if we can kill the Bloodhoof Chieftain, in order to show loyalty, I will personally lead people to attack the northern diocese." ”

"It doesn't matter if those teleportation raw ores are still or not, it's a big deal that I will take them personally, the barbarians of the wasteland must be eradicated, even if they return those raw ores to my clan, the beast emperor will find other reasons to eradicate the eighty thousand barbarians, after all, the barbarians are too much of an eyesore."

Looking at the twenty infantry battle phalanxes, Rommel said proudly: "As long as the first battle, if the first battle is won, the advance legion will contain the armed forces of the Holy See, and the follow-up troops will follow after half a month to rush to help, the two dioceses are in the pocket of our clan, so that those vassal states of the Holy See understand that the warriors of our clan are unstoppable, and the southern side of the rich continent used to be your hometown, Huront, tell me, how rich is there?" ”

Huron looked at Rommel, who was determined to get Rommel, and said inexplicably: "It is very rich, so rich that any race will resist to the death in the face of the invaders." ”

"Really?" Rommel smiled and did not speak.

At this moment, two sharp whistling sounds came, and a harpy man landed on the giant elephant, knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Tell the commander, dozens of giants have appeared six kilometers away, and the scout troops will fight them." ”

Rommel glanced thoughtfully at Huron and shouted, "Speed up the march." ”