There is only one kind of person who loves war, the crazy bloodthirsty.

And in the eyes of those in power, war is only the ultimate means to the end of the game, just as violence is the ultimate means to solve all contradictions.

When negotiations cannot be reached, war is the simplest and most brutal method.

According to the war habits of Nodratos, sending legions of slaves to their deaths was the most common method.

And Meen didn't have time to care if they would attack Esinze first, and use it as a springboard to attack Noah after Ezinze gained a foothold.

Thinking from another perspective, in the face of a one-sided crushing war, Nodratos will definitely not make too many troop deployments, and it will be over directly.

So Mien just wants to use the other party's heart to drag on the war for a while, and then there will be a mysterious void to put pressure on Nordatos from the front, no matter what, as long as it is supported until Sauron himself descends on the main world, then everything will be reversed.

When the war came, the Holy See, which had almost ruled Noah, was like a war monster that began to run wildly.

Corps scheduling, capital circulation, grain storage and transportation.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Letters of appointment are like snowflakes drifting from Bugas to the outside, and the human army, which has been reorganized into Noah's Joint Operations Corps, needs to reappoint many new commanders for the convenience of combat.

The Provisional Commander-in-Chief is naturally at the helm of the Holy See.

To be honest, in order to make the dispatch of the army more efficient, Mien has not closed his eyes for a day and a night.

He is required to confirm all kinds of temporary reorganizations and appointments.

And this kind of moment to win the battle is naturally also the time when the major forces are vying for the first place, even if there is a cardinal group to share a lot of work, the mess of the letter of request makes Mien still a little anxious.

Several large conglomerates that supported the Holy See also released large commissions, recruiting a mercenary army of 10,000 people among the adventurers, which was assigned to the first line of defense in Bugas.

But these guys are not like professional soldiers, management is difficult, discipline is chaotic, and in the end, Mien simply asked Loren to suppress these people, and it was a hundred.

During this time, the Council of Truth has also sent hundreds of mystics, and it will be a great force to unite the mystics of the Mystical Void who remain in the Overworld.

Thousands of spells were poured in, and any army would have a good drink of it.

Because of the weakness, Mien had to fight for any strength.

But what makes Mien most angry is that to this day, King Elon's mysterious guy still hasn't shown his face, and even Mien is maliciously wondering if this guy has run away?

In a sense, the Overworld has always been his territory, and now that everyone else is hitting the doorstep, this damn long ear has been hiding behind and not appearing.

The Holy City and the Northern Minn were not too worried, after all, there was still Astyk in charge, and no matter how bad it was, there was the money-hungry dragon.

The Holy Knights were stationed in the Free Capital by Meen as a high-end force there.

The Black Cavalry were scattered early by Mien to various parts of the continent, acting as the eyes of the Holy See, and only when they encountered the sneak attack of the Nordtos army had a chance to retreat.

...

When everything was arranged, a week had passed since the door of the descent was opened.

Mien and Hilda stood on the dock and looked out at the horizon in the distance, as calm as if the Divine Descent Gate had never been opened before.

"Your Majesty, do you think we are overestimating our opponents? But in the Posey Islands, it takes a long time to get here by boat, there are no supplies, and they don't know the route, will they get lost in the sea. ”

"Never underestimate the strength of your opponents, Hilda, how can they conquer so many planes if they make such the stupidest low-level mistakes. ”

The half-blood ranger pursed his lips, looking a little unimpressed.

Mien stood there and frowned, Merlin's men had already set up magic outposts on the sea ten nautical miles away a long time ago, and the reconnaissance range of the coalition scouts was twenty nautical miles away.

With Nodratos's methods, this long time was enough for him to send a large number of troops to reach Noah.

Just as Mien was thinking about this, a mysterious man hurried up behind Meen, "Your Majesty, Master Merlin asked me to tell you that the 34th Infantry Regiment has just received news from the coast of Ramouras, from where the main force of the enemy has landed. ”

Is it finally here?

"I see. ”

With that, Mean and Hilda immediately returned to the manor.

After hastily preparing the transfer order, ordering the three legions near the coast of Ramouras to rush to support, and then handing the transfer to the clerk for him to deal with, Mien felt that it was time for the Burning Blood Legion to play its role.

There is no time left for them to train, and although the cost may be heavy, the brutality of the war will make them grow rapidly.

An army of iron is bound to be poured with blood!

Writing an order from within the Holy See for the clerk to be sent to the Burning Blood Legion garrison, Mien decided it was time for him to leave for Ramouras to see what the army of Nodratos was like.

...

Meanwhile, the coast of La Moras.

Relying on a strong fortress, the 34th Infantry Regiment of the Allied Forces was struggling to hold on.

On the short 500-meter coastline, rivers of blood flowed and corpses piled up like mountains.

For two whole days and two nights, the attack never stopped.

The general in charge of the army's defense here was a young nobleman from the Principality Alliance, his body was covered in blood, his right hand holding the sword had cracked, and his lips were dry cracks.

He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but the sea was still endless, and the black pressure was like an ant colony's enemies, and it seemed that it had never been reduced.

The walls were only nine meters high, and because of the accumulation of corpses, they had formed a human ladder, and the hand-to-hand combat made him suddenly feel that he might never see the sun tomorrow.

Campfires flickered, blood splattered.

The sound of weapons colliding and the screams of the soldiers before they died, all of which made the young general's ears buzz and his mind was dazed.

He had never seen such a fierce enemy, this group of small and small people with fangs, ragged clothes, and even the weapons in their hands were uneven, like crazy ants, frantically tearing at this fortress.

A day ago, he thought that this motley army without even clothes would not be the match for his five thousand heavily armed soldiers.

But wave after wave of sieges never stops.

A sword slashed at the ugly creature that jumped in front of him, and the long battle made his arms tremble like chaff.

In a trance, an ugly creature attacked him from behind, and the sharp wooden thorns stabbed into his side and made him snort in pain, and his mind was instantly awakened by the stimulation of pain.

Ruthlessly used the last shred of strength to slash the creature that attacked him, the young man covered his wounds and slowly fell to the ground, and the second was just before he fell into a coma, his eyes only had Shengjin...