Dust of History Chapter 18: Preparation (on)

There are still seventeen and a half days until the King of the Undead arrives at Di Yagu. This is the time measured by the display of the elf magic map before the final failure.

As the undead king continued to advance, more and more creatures became undead who were engulfed in this breath and huge undead monsters were summoned from the ground. The undead army around him is getting bigger and bigger, and the black aura he emits is getting stronger and stronger, and even through the remote sensing of this map, he can experience the terrifying feeling. Finally, in the last display, the precious magical heritage left by the ancient elf empire exploded.

Fortunately, no matter how the huge undead army surrounded by the undead king expanded, its speed remained constant, and his path was equally clear. After coming out of the ruins of the shining castle, he It pointed directly to the south, which was the direction of Di Yagu.

The ominous atmosphere finally began to spread in the capital. The first thing that came about was what happened in the Glory Castle, and then there was the chain reaction that followed.

The distance between Glorious Castle and Shadowswirl Mountains is not a flat wasteland, but the territory of two countries will pass through on the way. And now these two countries have become a dead land of black soil ruins without any survival. The news of Glory Castle can be blocked, and the teleportation magic circle can be controlled, but it is really impossible for an impenetrable wall to block the noise of the two vehicles going off.

Although the news from the merchants from the west is vague, some people have recognized the paladins and cardinals who have been frequenting the magic academy recently, which is excellent evidence.

The Academy of Magic has been semi-closed, and many mysterious figures who come and go from the teleportation magic circle every day never leave the Academy of Magic, nor do they talk to other people, but they can be seen from their gestures and demeanor.

Rumours. There are rumors about how the castle of glory has changed, and some people even quietly speculate that all of this is actually just smoke. In essence, it may be a prelude to a conspiracy. In fact, the Paladins and the Prime Minister did control all the affairs of the capital, and the emperor who was originally only a symbol was completely nestled in the palace. If it weren't for the fact that the reputation of the past two days was really too high, and the other princes and ministers didn't have any special reactions, the capital would have fallen into huge chaos long ago.

However, no one in the Academy of Magic cared about these things, not even the Prime Minister and Captain Roland. Compared with these rumors, what they have to face is ten times more troublesome.

What they have a headache now is how to do it within these seventeen days. Gather all the troops that can be concentrated and send them to the army of undead. Then he fought hard to open a way, and sent Asa and Gru to the king of the dead.

The person who has the most headache now is Asa. He never thought that he would have such a headache one day.

Although he never thought that he was a hero and a leader, he never expected that being such a person would be so tiring and overwhelming.

As promised before. The Pope really seems to have given it all to him. I don't know what Elder Lloyd said to them after he came down. Neither the Pope, Lancelot nor the two tower owners of the Tower of Fangs made any changes, and they really acquiesced in his status as the leader of the plan. All deployments. Prepare, plan. It's all up to him to decide.

When I was on the ancient tree of war, I was resolute and arrogant, and I ignored life and death, but it is a pity that the problems in reality will never be the same as those in the novels of knights. It can be solved. It was only at this time that he could be fully sure, incomparably sure, that he was definitely not the material for such big things. Even if the Pope and Lancelot didn't deliberately make things difficult, it could even be said that they were very helpful. There were already enough people to help him with staff planning statistics and other work. The daily statistics, data, analysis, and decisions still make him overwhelmed.

"Juda Park refused to send troops. This is justifiable, and it showed its elite in the Battle of Oufu. However, he promised to provide logistical support to the troops of several neighboring countries. However, his resources are also limited, and Erasia was provided. , it is impossible to take into account the other smaller principalities, who should give this logistical support to?"

"Elasia sent 10,000 of the most elite troops headed by the Knights of the Kingdom. The equipment and combat effectiveness are all impeccable. The troops of other countries are probably similar to him. Their departure time is like this It's..." Immediately, the priest reported the corresponding information, and immediately marked the number of troops and the marching route of each country on the map.

There are not only priests and magicians in Glory Castle, but also a lot of specially trained military talents.

"Elasia has the strongest national power, so let's provide it to the other duchies." Asa thought for a while and said.

"I think it's better for Erasia." Lancelot said in the tone that a staff member should have.

"Why?"

"Elasia sent the most troops, almost going all out, which has exceeded our requirements. As an example for all countries, providing them with logistical support at this time can encourage other countries to send troops with peace of mind." The Pope explain. Then he laughed. "Catherine really knows the times... I hope it's not just because of Inham."

"And in terms of distance, Erasia is also the farthest. Look here..." Lancelot knocked on the sign on the map with criticism, and the priest in charge of the military strategy had already marked enough information It's clear, but Asa doesn't quite understand it, and even if he understands it, it's hard to deduce the result. "If they are responsible for the logistical supplies, they may not be able to arrive at the battlefield within the set time."

"Well, so be it." Asa nodded. This is the sentence he said the most these days.

Both the Pope and Lancelot explained to Asa like a staff officer. This is definitely the most senior and most efficient staff in the world. Whether it is him or anyone else, he would never have dreamed that they would be there to make suggestions, but it is a pity that Asa still has a headache.

The priest continued to report: "The Principality of Cross is only willing to send 2,000 troops. This is not the most elite guard of the Grand Duke, but ordinary soldiers drawn from the ordinary army."

Lancelot shook his head and said, "This kind of troops are not even qualified to be cannon fodder in front of the army of undead. Their purification technique."

"It's not that you can't send troops, but that you don't want to send troops. There are many magicians and priests in the Grand Duke's Guard. They will definitely be useful in battle. Now every bit of strength is precious, and we must strive for it."

"Why is he unwilling to send troops?" Asa asked with a frown.

"Preserve strength." The pope said lightly.

"Still retaining strength in this situation?" Asa couldn't figure it out.

"The army of the undead and the king of the undead are too far away for these people. Without seeing it with their own eyes, it is no more convincing than the income of a few thousand gold coins gained or lost from a small piece of land. If it is not that the glorious castle has indeed fallen, And if Oufu also sent all his troops, these people might not pay attention. The Grand Duke has made a lot of enemies, otherwise he would not have spent so much effort to build an elite guard. He is afraid that someone will take the opportunity to deal with him... and his ambition has always been not small .If you still have the power to preserve yourself while the elites of other countries are exhausted, then the power of the park can undoubtedly be expanded.”

"Then... what do you two think we should do now?" This is the second most Asa said these days.

"I think he should be killed first, and then a crime should be drawn up to accuse him, and his successor should be reappointed in the name of His Majesty the Pope. The Falcon Empire has long existed in name only, and His Majesty's appointment is enough." After thinking about it, Lancelot said lightly.

"The grand duke's brothers and nephews are not small in ambition and ability. The cohesion of the grand duke's family is very strong. At least not enough power can be left to hinder this operation." The pope said suddenly.

"Well, then kill them all. Only I will go in person, and it won't take long to ride the griffin from Erathia." Lancelot nodded.

"Let's use good offices, mediation and negotiations to solve the problem." If you just look at this attitude. It's hard for Asa to believe that this is a paladin and the pope, not a bandit boss like Xilica. Moreover, no matter how fierce and murderous the bandit is, it is impossible to kill a duke of the principality at will.

"Extreme times use extraordinary measures. Do you think we still have time to play diplomacy slowly?" The Pope smiled sarcastically.

"Then there is no need to kill the whole family directly."

"Courtesy first and soldiers later, it's hard for people to take action when they are prepared. The Grand Duke is not a coward. This thunderous method is also a way of expressing his position, so that all other countries, the Principality, understand the seriousness of the matter, and understand that this is not the time for intrigue. We will never allow intrigue."

Asa thought for a while, then shook his head: "Even so, this is too... At worst, the two thousand people don't want to..."

"It doesn't matter. As we said earlier, you are the supreme leader of our campaign, and you can decide what to do." The pope said coldly. "However, we have the responsibility to remind you that if a start is made here, other countries will definitely have scruples and redundant ideas. Whether they will leave spare energy to guard against the Principality of Cross or follow their example and want to fish in troubled waters, what we lack is absolutely Not just the two thousand guards."

"Are you sure that negotiation and persuasion will not be effective?" Asa asked again. It's just that even he himself thinks his question is a bit silly.

"Definitely. Because of the death of Pope Magnus." The pope still had a cold voice. "The grand duke's ambition has been suppressed only because of the existence of Pope Magnus, and now he doesn't need it anymore." After a pause, he added. "I heard that they were very good friends when they were young."

The expressions of the surrounding priests were normal, and so was he. But in the eyes of the priests and all the believers, he is the new Pope Adela, but not in his own heart.

"No need, you guys have agreed on all the strategic arrangements. Just let me know after the agreement is made. Anyway, it seems that the result is the same." Asa finally let out a long sigh.

"Oh?" Both the Pope and Lancelot were a little surprised, although they had already faintly felt the result.

"Leave it to us? Didn't you work so hard to control your own destiny?" The Pope's expression and tone were somewhat mocking. "Aren't you afraid that we will secretly plot against you?"

"I believe in you, I believe that you have reached this point and there is nothing to calculate. It's just that the process is left to you. At least the result is not that you let me die, but I fight for the chance to live."

"I think the ending is the same." The pope smiled sharply.

"The ending you think is not my ending ~IndoMTL.com~ This is different." Asa spread his hands and even patted the Pope on the shoulder. "Then I will leave these troublesome things to you. Sorry, I have to work hard for you."

One thing is never just one thing, every bit of meaning and every bit of possibility it represents extends to other bigger and more fields. This is politics.

Asa knows, but he doesn't understand. Knowing and understanding are two different things. Asa understood this.

Politics is actually not as dirty as many people think. In a broad sense, it is the most advanced means of dealing with things, the embodiment of intelligence, ability and heart. The so-called concept of filth is actually just a consoling and lofty hat put on by people with insufficient intelligence and ability but who do not understand their own shortcomings. Asa didn't know this before, and he didn't understand it. He still doesn't know much about it now, but he understands it.

He is really not someone who can do these things, he understands this, so he will do it.

"Don't be embarrassed. I will try my best to send you under the sword of the Black Star." The Pope waved his hand coldly. "Then get out now, my thinking ability will drop a lot with you in sight."