"Phew, calm down, Charles, let you think about what to do next, instead of being a shrew here who only scolds the streets."

After venting his anger and depression through scolding, Charles also managed to force himself to calm down and began to think carefully about how to deal with the coming war.

"Sariburn? Is there any reason for this *** thing to fight us...... Although it is a neighboring country, it does not have irreconcilable contradictions with such irreconcilable resources for survival and development as Severant, and this sudden declaration of war is simply inexplicable."

His mind wandered through his mind, and Charles pulled everything about the Sarebon Empire out of his memory, analyzing the kingdom's inexplicable motives for declaring war on Alestal.

The Sariben Empire, along with Seventan and Arestler, are all neighboring countries, but the location bordering Seventan only has a small road with extremely poor traffic conditions, so there is basically no form of communication and material flow with Seventan.

However, now that Seventan's former territory has been occupied by Arestler, the Sariben Empire is indeed completely bordered by Arestler in the northwest, and there are many roads that allow the two countries to communicate with each other.

"When we fought a decisive battle with Seventan before, these neighboring countries sent people to watch the situation, and the original purpose was obviously to reap the benefits of the fisherman, and after the victory of the war, the royal family was busy recovering rights and digesting the land of Seventan, and never considered the problems of the neighboring countries......

"And we are in a similar situation after we have eliminated the royal family, reorganizing the parliament, amending the laws that were obviously problematic, revoking all the right of the nobles to cross the border, calling in soldiers, etc., and we really didn't think much about these neighboring countries."

"So, are these *** things like Sariben in the revitalization of the kingdom of Alestaler right now?"

Unconsciously fiddling with the pen in his hand, swiping in the air, Charles guessed what the Sarriben Empire was planning to do to declare war on them at this time.

"No, this reason is not sufficient, the things to be paid in the war cannot be compensated for by a victory, even if it is a great victory of Alestaler that has almost no major losses and is full of calculations, what needs cultivation cannot be completed in a year or two."

Pressing the pen down on the table, Charles himself dismissed his previous guesses.

Whether it is the earth where Wang Yu is located, or this world, war is not a joke, no matter how large the war, there will definitely be soldiers who die, there will definitely be armor worn, and supplies will turn into dust.

This is still the most basic, which means that the war is still under control, and the people involved in the war are all "soldiers" by profession, as well as some adventurers and even mercenaries within the kingdom who are willing to sacrifice their lives for money.

When the intensity escalates, the existence of these professions as "soldiers" can no longer support the war, and the ordinary people within the kingdom begin to be recruited to join the battle, and the kingdom also enters the countdown to destruction, burning lives to achieve victory...

The death of an adult male is most likely to mean the collapse of a family, and the knock-on effect is a serious reduction in spending power, an extreme decline in productivity, and once the scale reaches a certain point, the order of the entire kingdom will fall apart.

The people basically mean the future and hard power of a kingdom, after all, the population is really not a goblin, cut a stubble and come again, more than ten years is enough for a child to grow into a warrior, and the backbone of the kingdom is also basically from these existences.

The large-scale casualties brought about by the war also mean two extremely long window periods, during which the ordinary kingdom without a background is basically in name only, no matter from what point of view, the existence of the Sariben Empire, which is not the peak combat power of the human kingdom, has no reason to start this war.

"Aside from these haves and nos, as well as the intervention of this special church of the Cult of the Illuminati, this kind of declaration of war without any reason and without any legitimate motive, they will never ignore it, they will really send the Holy Cult Army to participate in the war, is Sari going to even ignore this?"

After analyzing it, Charles's face became strange, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all, unless Sariben is crazy, what's the matter

War will be declared on Alessler.

"Charles, maybe they're really crazy?"

The voice of the devil "One" appeared in Charles's mind, which made him stunned.

"From a rational point of view, there is really nothing that can hold up on the motives of the Sariben Empire, but if you look at it from the perspective of a madman."

"You mean ......?"

Charles frowned at what the Devil One had said, and began to deduce from the other party's point of view.

"If you look back at Seventan's actions now, in the final stages, it's not too much of a problem to use the word 'crazy' to describe it, and what if Celine is a special being, if it's not an example of Arestler?"

"Makes sense, wait, listen to your tone, you already have a judgment, and then you can see my thinking, damn, you must have cheated."

"As you can guess, although the last self-destruction methods used by Sary himself have completely annihilated their souls, I can still see that something is wrong, their will has been distorted."

"Ah, damn it, I hate this kind of power that can distort the mind the most, so in this way, these old relics that have suddenly appeared recently seem to be the most stable on the human kingdom, but in fact, I'm afraid that the news has not been spread and has been directly hidden, "Ideal Country"? Hehe, that's a big layout."

Charles pressed his hand to his face and smiled a little hideously, he had already thought through some things, if this was the way things went, then it would be more than Sariben who would do anything to Alessler next.

I know if there is a problem with my own mind, if I am sure that there is no problem, if someone else makes a move on him, it is definitely someone else's brain problem.

"Look, what I'm talking about."

Looking at the news just sent from the Grand Duke of the West, Charles suddenly smiled with relief, and there is the border of the kingdom Chen soldier Alestale, if only one of the Sariben Empire declares war on Alestale, this matter will give Charles a headache, but in this way, the nature of the matter has completely changed.

"I can't afford to fight, I really can't afford to fight, Alestale's soldiers are not something that can be discarded casually, so what can I do, I can only do this, show enough strength to show the sharp blade to this group of *** guys, let them understand that Alesler is not a soft persimmon that can be touched."

Saying to himself, the plan has been completed, Charles has thought about it, he will use all the power he can borrow now to give those human kingdoms a disadvantage, and then within the duration of this threat, he will do his best to raise the hard power of Alestaler.

This is probably not a perfect plan, but it is also the only option for the Kingdom of Arestler at the moment, and the increasingly chaotic situation of the entire continent can only be seen by how those "tall men" face it.

In the territory of the orc kingdom, the intensity of the war has entered a very terrifying level, and the orc army stationed on both sides of the *** river began a crazy fight without any room for retreat, the turbulent river water could not wash away the blood of different colors, and the corpse almost blocked the river, stuck at the bend of the river and difficult to move.

The rest of the orcs wielded their weapons and wore rudimentary armor, and crossed these "bridges" of corpses and rushed towards the battlefield where the enemy was, roaring and flying limbs, and the power of the shaman flickering in the orcs from time to time.

The orc battlefield is much more brutal and simpler than that of humans, and the orc warriors pick up their weapons and rush to the front line in a furious rage, smashing the enemies in front of them into pulp and being smashed into pulp by the enemy.

Kill the enemy, then be killed, and then the orcs step over the corpses of the dead orcs and rush to the front line, continuing the cycle, there is no tactics, no morale, anyway, everything is meaningless in the face of the orc's natural ability "rage".

On the battlefield, what can be called tactical planning is only those commanding shamans who order the orcs to go berserk when and where to start the berserk, and the rest is to fight the combat power of both sides on a cruel battlefield as pure as a meat grinder, and in the end, which side still has orcs standing, which side will also win.

Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, this is probably the right moment

The largest war that the orcs have fought in the past hundred years can best be described as having no legendary heroes born out of nowhere, no chosen orcs who are not dead in and out, only pure fighting and then dying.

Life became a sad and meaningless number, rapidly diminished by the relentless rotation of the meat grinder on the battlefield, and the orc powerhouse named Garush, who had been helping wizards in his tribe to "resurrect" the old existence some time ago, had become rotten meat on the ground in less than a minute of starting to rush into the battlefield.

The strong are no longer distinct, the strong will be killed by equally powerful enemies who rush out of nowhere, and the weak may be killed by the aftermath of the battle for no apparent reason, the smell of blood becomes the substance, and a faint red mist drifts on the battlefield, even if the blood of the orcs is mostly green......

In the blood mist, only a violent roar could be heard, the crisp sound of weapons crashing into the flesh, the sound of footsteps stepping on the water emitted by the erosion of flesh, the battle scene was covered by this hazy scarlet mist, and the figures of the fighting orcs turned into shadows of demons dancing wildly, and the concentration of the aura called "madness" rose sharply.

This chaos across the continent has developed faster than almost all races on the continent expected, and the country of the orcs has entered an uncontrollable stage first with the foundation of "rebel orcs".