Hearing Master Merlin's prompting, Leo's eyes glanced to the corner of his office, where Caraxiu was crouching against the wall, his little green head dozing little by little.

"You mean the Goblin Legion, can they deal with the mages of the Dark Council?" Leo asked Carasius with a gesture of disbelief.

Mage Merlin gently stroked the white beard under his chin and replied with a smile, "Why not? Those mutated dragon-blood goblins you made up are not as weak as you think. Facing the enemy head-on may not be the opponent of the dark mage, but these goblins are very good at sneak attacks and fighting sticks, as long as they are released, it is estimated that it is enough to make those dark mages restless. ”

"Hmm......" Leo habitually raised his hand and touched his chin, since the Merlin mage is so optimistic about the Goblin Legion, then he might as well give it a try, anyway, the Goblin's breeding ability is so strong, even if he loses a part, he can quickly replenish it, even if he fails, he can summon a legion to deal with it.

"Okay, let's give them a try! Leo agreed to Master Merlin's proposal as he slowly walked to the corner and raised his foot to kick Caraxiu's body lightly.

"Ah, Lord...... Master! Caraxiu is not lazy, not lazy!" Caraxiu opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw Leo in front of him, he was so shocked that he quickly denied the drowsiness just now.

"Alright, listen to me, there's a very important mission for you and the Goblin Legion!" Leo waved his hand, stopping Karasieu's defense.

When Caraxiu heard Leo say this, he came to his senses, patted his chest and said, "Although the master orders, Karaxiu promises to complete the task! The Goblin Legion is ready to fight for you at any time!"

"Okay, that's what you said!" Leo continued with a slight smile on his face, "Send your goblin people to closely monitor whether there are suspicious characters similar to the Dark Council in the Kingdom of Pritz, and if you find dark mages, be sure to kill them!

Caraxiu's two big eyes rolled around and seemed to reassure Leo with confidence: "No problem, honorable master, the Goblin Tribe promises to complete the task!"

Leo nodded, putting the matter aside for the time being, and as he paced back in front of the map, the Goblin suddenly thought of a force that he had forgotten: the Bearmen Clan.

The bear tribe that has already taken root in the Dragon Mountain Range, under the leadership of the old patriarch, has lived a beautiful life. The abundant dragon mountain range is a paradise for the bears who grew up in the northern wastelands. They no longer have any complaints about the old patriarch's decisive surrender that day, and they are also full of gratitude to the Pritz Kingdom, and even the old patriarch has sent several clever bearman scouts back to the bearman territory in the northern wasteland, wanting to relocate the entire tribe.

The current bear-man tribe, as long as Leo said a word, almost all the bear-people would be willing to fight for Pritz, because except for King Pritz, no human can agree to assign a rich mountain range to the orcs to inhabit.

"Mage Merlin, we seem to have forgotten about the bears!"

Leo's words made Master Merlin slightly stunned, and then he suddenly patted his head and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you don't say that I really haven't remembered that those burly and powerful orcs can also fight for Pritz." ”

"In that case, then the undead army of those Gray Bone Sects can be completely handed over to the Bear People Tribe to deal with. However, if you can summon a new legion, I suggest you continue to summon it, after all, only passive defense is inevitably a hundred secrets, we are not short of heavy armaments now, as long as we have manpower, we can completely push away those countries that are enemies of us. "Mage Merlin is obviously thinking long-term, and he is already planning how to counterattack before the war has even begun.

"Okay, then do it, we can't just suffer, since they dare to declare war on us, then I will not only smash their bowls, but I will also turn their pots up. Leo gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

......

The divine wars in the sky were like orders one after another, constantly urging the marches of the legions of various countries, and the fastest marching was not the knights of the Holy Griffin Empire, but the undead army of the Gray Bone Sect. After all, those undead don't need to eat and rest at all, and even if some undead creatures don't travel fast, they can't stand up to them marching tirelessly twenty-four hours a day.

However, an army of the undead appeared on the road in such a grand manner, and the panic caused to the people of the countries along the way was not ordinary. Especially in those countries bordering the Church of Light, all the inhabitants of several villages, towns, and cities in the Duchy of Salen located on the path of the undead were directly crushed by the army of the undead, and all the inhabitants were transformed into undead to join the army.

When the news came out, the actions of the Gray Bone Sect were unanimously condemned by the countries of the mainland, but the Pope of the Gray Bone Sect simply issued a notice directly, asking all residents who stood in the way of the advance of the undead army to get out of the way, otherwise they must be ready to join the army.

This extremely arrogant announcement made almost all the kings scold in unison, but curse to curse, under the righteousness of the Gray Bone Sect to recruit the followers of the evil gods of the other world, those countries can only evacuate the residents urgently, even the most prosperous cities can only be temporarily abandoned, after all, the army of the undead will not reason with you.

By the time this army of undead came to the territory of Paris and approached the border of the Kingdom of Pritz, the original tens of thousands of undead creatures had swelled to nearly 100,000. Just look at the stubble of the skeleton soldiers, which are as white as new, and you can see that they are all residents along the way who have been killed by the Gray Bone Cult. Their souls were constantly tormented, and their minds were worn out by endless pain, and they became undead creatures that hated all living beings, even if they were ordinary skeleton soldiers, they flickered with mottled soul fire, and pounced on the Kingdom of Pritz with murderous energy.

"Father, are we really going to fight for King Pritz, but the oracle of the beast god shows that this King Pritz is likely to be ...... It is...... He is a believer in the evil gods of the Exotic Land, otherwise how could he defeat the million-strong army of the Orc Empire?" asked the old patriarch who was looking into the distance, standing on a hill on the border between Pritz and the Paris Empire.

"Katan, I'm already old, and the bear clan will have to rely on you in the future, so you have to think about what we should do!" the old patriarch sighed slightly and said to his son.

Katan's lips squirmed a few times, but he still didn't say anything, and his performance made the old patriarch slightly disappointed, and he whispered to it, "What if that King Pritz is a cult god? It's not clear who will win the Heavenly Divine War, but if the Beast God is sure of victory, how can he be distracted and urge the destruction of the evil god believers and cut off the source of the absolute party's belief?"

"Sizzle~, father, do you mean ......" Catan's eyes widened sharply, and he looked at the old patriarch in horror.

"Hmph, I didn't say anything! Take a step back, don't forget who is the bears under their protection. Once King Pritz falls, will those human nations let go of the bear-man tribe in the Dragon Mountains? Needless to say, you should know it! The fate of the bear-people has long been tied to Pritz, so you should not have any other thoughts!"

The old patriarch's analysis made Catan fall into silence, although these things were never expected of him, but Catan knew that his father was right.