The Hessians acted quickly, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs completed communication with the Alpha Kingdom as quickly as possible, but unfortunately no matter how fast it was, it could not resist the premeditated plan.

While the king's envoys were still on the way, a fire had already been ignited in the southeastern provinces.

The granary in the north of the city, which is of great "strategic significance", is now being wrapped in a raging fire.

The nearby defenders were still adding firewood to make the fire burn more vigorously, and there were noble officers complaining that the warehouse was not good for burning.

In the tofu slag project, there are inevitably various problems. For example, the warehouse door is directly pieced together from live wood, and the fire is small and cannot be burned at all.

Count Ian, the king's envoy who arrived in a hurry, witnessed this classic scene, and then walked into the camp as if nothing had happened.

"Marshal, Governor, this is Your Majesty's warrant, please send troops as soon as possible to exterminate the Inner Earth Race entrenched in the Blackstone Mountains!"

As a smart man, Earl Ian is well aware of his role, and his task is only to be in charge of heralding.

As for the game between the big men, it is not for him, the court earl, to participate in.

"Got it!

Your Excellency, it is not a coincidence that you have come, the enemy's night attack has burned the strategic materials we have stockpiled on the front line.

Tell Your Majesty that we are raising food and grass again, and we will send troops as soon as we are ready!"

Listening to Hudson's answer, Earl Ian was impressed. is worthy of being a marshal of the kingdom, and his ability to open his eyes and speak nonsense is not comparable to ordinary people.

obviously doesn't want to send troops, but he has to make a look like he is in a hurry to send troops.

If it weren't for the fact that on the way here, he saw the billowing smoke rising, and his curiosity went over to check it, he would have believed it.

"Marshal, I will convey your words truthfully!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Count Ian immediately spoke.

What you shouldn't know, you can't know resolutely, this is the rule of aristocratic survival.

As for the king's side, if there is really an urgent need for troops from the southeastern provinces, it should not be the next warrant, but to summon people to the royal capital for a meeting and do ideological work on the spot.

Since the southeastern provinces said that they did not need reinforcements from the kingdom, the king's voice in dealing with the geocentric races entrenched in the Blackstone Mountains has been very low.

The war is fought by the local nobles, and the expenses are also borne by the local nobles, so it is naturally up to the people to decide how to fight it.

After saying that, Count Ian directly said goodbye and left, and the task of passing the word was only halfway through, and the boss of his family was still waiting for a reply.

What's more, with his status, even if he stays here, it is impossible to be ceremoniously entertained.

There was an insurmountable gap between the fiefdom nobility and the court nobility, and the status of the king's envoy was useful in front of the minor nobles.

Unless the king is particularly strong and can suppress the big nobles in the country, they do not have much face in their activities outside.

In the days of Caesar III, a reception would have been indispensable, but now neither Hudson nor Governor Pierce said yes.

It's not that they don't understand human feelings, but a tacit understanding between the big nobles.

If you want to maintain your transcendent status, you must keep your distance from the king. Otherwise, they all went to curry favor with the king, where would everyone have the right to speak now?

Seeing Earl Ian leave, Hudson and Governor Pierce smiled at each other.

The diplomatic actions of the Hessians were not a secret to them. As the real power figures of the kingdom, there are many people in the court who are willing to sell their favors.

The fact that the Royal Government was able to accede to the demands of the Hesses was actually because they did not obstruct them.

It's hard to get things done, but it's easy to want bad things.

Casually digging through old accounts and hyping up public opinion can increase the difficulty of negotiations.

……

Blackstone Mountains.

The centipede clan, which had just lived a few good days, soon ran into trouble.

The Hundred Mile Corridor is richer than the Inner World, but it is still barren mountains and mountains in nature, and there are not many edible materials.

Macropedia centipedes are indeed vegetarian, but if they want to meet their nutritional needs by eating grass and leaves, the amount they need is not ordinarily large.

One clansman consumes dozens of pounds, and thousands of clansmen combined, the consumption is still an astronomical amount.

It was too difficult to transport grain from the rear, and it all relied on local supplies, and soon the hundred-mile corridor became bare.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

A meteorite rain fell on the centipede camp, followed by a raging fire, followed by a hail baptism......

The violent magic fluctuations immediately attracted the attention of the strong people of the centipede clan.

"Enemy attack!"

At the same time, the forest was boiling, and countless demonic beasts launched a charge towards the centipede camp, and the air strikes from the enemy continued.

The "Beast Tide" has exploded!

The number of demonic beasts in the inner world is scarce, and even if there are demonic beasts, they are far away from each other, where have I ever seen such a big scene.

Warcraft has been able to survive on the Aslant continent for so many years, how can it be done if it doesn't have some strength?

In the transcendent world, ordinary peaks are not insurmountable moats.

The Blackstone Mountain Range can always stand between the two kingdoms, and the most important thing is that there are a large number of high-level demonic beasts entrenched in the mountain range.

Normally, these demonic beasts occupy a territory and fight each other constantly, but if someone dares to reach out to the Blackstone Mountain Range, they will immediately be besieged by their joint alliance.

Several major demonic beasts on the continent have similar rules. It is said that the ancestors of the ancient times of the Warcraft made it to protect their homeland.

After all, compared to the various races on the continent, a single demonic beast, no matter how powerful it is, is still weak.

If you want to survive, you have to join forces.

The intelligence of high-level demonic beasts is not lower than that of humans, so naturally they will not be broken by everyone.

The Giantfoot Centipede clan was obviously a taboo, and after occupying the hundred-mile corridor, they continued to expand to the mountains on both sides for food.

The nearby demonic beasts were slaughtered by them.

The younger brother was killed, his home was violated, how could the holy realm demonic beasts above sit idly by!

The scene in front of him is the revenge battle launched by the Warcraft clan.

Glancing at the demonic beasts wandering in the camp, the Centipede King had a black line on his forehead.

It's already depressing enough to fight with the army of Warcraft, why did so many high-level Warcraft come all at once?

"Your Majesty, there is really something wrong with the hundred-mile corridor!

Perhaps the two human kingdoms can be separated by this area, not simply for strategic buffer, but for the fear of the demonic beasts in the mountain range.

Now our appearance has violated some kind of internal rules of Warcraft, and has been retaliated against by the Sanctuary Warcraft.

The Alpha Kingdom did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and I am afraid that it is not afraid of our strength, but wants to sit back and watch us fight with the monsters, so as to reap the benefits of the fisherman! ”

Prime Minister Jiawat analyzed worriedly.

It's too late to know this now, and whether the analysis is correct or not, the beast tide has already exploded.

Looking at the dozen or so Sacred Domain Demonic Beasts entrenched in the sky, you can know that today's matter is not so easy to end.

Glancing at the powerhouses of his own clan, the Centipede King didn't dare to give the order to let them intercept these Sacred Domain Demonic Beasts.

It is not easy to cultivate a peak powerhouse, and it cannot be squandered at will. Two Sanctuaries had died on the battlefield before, and the Centipede King was still in pain.

It would be a great loss to exchange the strong people in the clan and the demonic beasts for their lives.

The most important thing is: you can't win!

In terms of the number of sacred realms themselves, the centipede clan does not have as many magical beasts in the sky.

After all, everyone eats talent, and when they become adults, they are Sanctuary Monsters, so there is no bottleneck at all.

Especially after the Heaven and Earth elements were rich, the chances of some eighth-order demonic beasts breaking through were also greatly increased.

As a long-lived race, the most important thing is old antiques. Now it's only a part of it, and no one can figure out how many Sacred Realm Demonic Beasts there are in the entire Blackstone Mountain Range.

No matter which overlord rules the continent, he doesn't have the idea of fighting these demonic beasts, which is enough to explain a lot of things.

"Your Majesty, you can't let these beasts go unchecked!

For the sake of today's plan, we can only follow the example of the previous human race and mobilize a large number of eighth-order powerhouses to cooperate with several venerables in the clan to contain these holy realm demonic beasts together!"

Making this suggestion, Howell's heart was dripping blood.

When the night human race used the eighth-order powerhouse to contain the holy realm, he had witnessed how dangerous that battle was.

If it weren't for the magic potion and the depleted energy was restored, the eighth-order powerhouse of the human race who shot that night would have lost at least half.

The enemy can retreat with his whole body, mainly because his own strong man does not know the enemy's hole cards, and deliberately delays time on the battlefield, hoping to consume the enemy without risk.

It was only the miscalculation that allowed Hudson to arrive in time, causing his two Sanctuary to fall on the battlefield.

It's too hard to replicate that big war now. The number of Sacred Domain Demonic Beasts in front of them was more than that of their Sacred Domain powerhouse that night.

"Venerable Golan, what is the strength of the Sacred Domain Demonic Beasts above?"

The Centipede King asked with a solemn expression.

Don't panic, there are only seven Sacred Domain powerhouses in the camp, but thirteen Sacred Domain Demonic Beasts have appeared on them.

It's clear that I'm here to bully the centipede!

"Except for the fact that the three-headed aura is a little unstable and has recently broken through, the rest of the strength is not weak, and there are a few guys whose strength is comparable to mine.

If possible, it is better to negotiate with them. As long as you can convince these demonic beasts to withdraw their troops, it is worth paying a certain price! ”

His Holiness Golan immediately replied.

It can be seen that he really doesn't want to fight.

Dealing with this group of monsters is purely asking for trouble.

Unless all these Sanctuary Demonic Beasts can be left behind today, the beast tides of all races will always accompany them in the future.

And this kind of attack will get stronger and stronger, because Warcraft will also look for reinforcements.

"How?"

The centipede king wanted to cry and said without tears.

He has experienced a lot of negotiations, but this is the first time he has encountered negotiations with Warcraft.

In the Inner World, don't say he's seen it, he's never heard of it, where is there such a powerful group of demonic beasts.

"You order the strongest people in the clan to fight together, and talk to them while fighting!

The Sanctuary Demonic Beasts are no less intelligent than us, and as long as they can show enough strength to threaten them, the two sides will have a basis for negotiation. ”

Venerable Golan said slowly.

Deep down in his heart, he had already cursed, if he knew who had attracted these demonic beasts, he would definitely have that guy broken into pieces.

"Good!

The order is passed down, and all the powerhouses above the eighth order in the big camp take action, and they must contain the enemy's holy domain.

At the same time, activate all anti-air weapons to help the strongest in the clan as much as possible, and at the same time contain the enemy's flying monsters! ”

A series of orders were issued, and the Centipede King himself felt that the demands were a bit excessive.

But there was no way, the flames of war were burned overhead, and no matter what, the enemy could not be allowed to continue to attack overhead.

Compared with ordinary races, Warcraft is much bolder, relying on rough skin and thick flesh.

Ordinary bows and arrows pose no threat to the demonic beasts of the Sanctuary level.

Only special magical equipment can pose a certain threat to the enemy.

For example, the Centipede's signature bed crossbow, combined with the Demon Breaker Spear made of Mithril, can pose a threat to the Sanctuary Monsters.

The prerequisite is to be able to hit, if you can't hit the target, no matter how powerful it is, it's useless.

……

On the battlefield, the monsters and centipede soldiers were already in a mess, and the scene was gorgeous.

In addition to hand-to-hand combat, Warcraft also comes with its own talent magic.

Fire-breathing, ice-spitting, mine-free...... rendered the battlefield colorful, directly sending a visual feast.

It's a pity that no one can enjoy the beautiful scenery, and many of the demonic beasts that have fallen into the battle are on the verge of going berserk, or have already gone berserk.

In the center of the battlefield, an ancient bull has shuttled back and forth in the centipede army seven times, shattering the formation of the centipede soldiers.

The bull has three spears and countless arrows stuck in his body, and at a glance it looks like an enlarged version of a hedgehog.

However, the crazy ancient savage cow was unaware of this, as if the body was not his own.

Seeing this scene, the centipede generals hurriedly organized people to hunt and kill, but the masters in the army were emptied.

The Ancient Barbarian Cow is also known for its rough skin and thick meat, and idle attacks can't break through the defense at all.

It seems that there are a lot of arrows inserted in the body, but in fact, the real threat is the Sanbing spear, the arrows have not broken the skin at all, and the main reason why they can stay on it is that the hair of this wild bull is too dense.

In each collision, a large number of arrows will fall, but no blood stains will be seen, which is the best proof of this.

"Kill!"

The centipede officer ordered indifferently.

The danger is also on the way, and the current fighter plane is still won by the strong people in the clan with their lives.

The strength of the Warcraft army is not weak, but this army fights by instinct, and there is no cooperation at all.

Once the red-eyed is killed, the demonic beast that initiates madness is completely indistinguishable from friend and foe, and this is the opportunity of the centipede clan.

The bloody battle continues, and the blood has stained the land red. The number of demonic beasts on the battlefield is getting smaller and smaller, as if they are about to survive this disaster.

The Centipede King, who witnessed all this, was not happy at all. The battle on the ground is in favor of the centipedes, but the situation in the sky is quite the opposite.

In the blink of an eye, another centipede powerhouse was torn in half and fell down, and the corners of the centipede king's eyes were moist.

The centipede that had just fallen was his personal guard, and he had been with him for thirty years, and now he ended up with a corpse separated.

"Azure King, the war has been going on so far, and both of us have suffered heavy losses, are you preparing to die with us?"

Venerable Golan asked sharply.

(End of chapter)