Chapter 934: Chapter 589, Lush Forest (Additional chapter for Alliance Hierarch ‘Tracks of Angels’)_2
If Fang Hao were present, he would have noticed that the opponent’s Book of Lords looked exactly the same as his own.
This transmigrator had also joined the Undead camp.
Wang Haimin stepped forward, pondered for a moment, and said, “Your Majesty, a message has come from the front-line fortress. The army of the Blood Clan has conquered another fortress yesterday.”
Rustling…
The surrounding Undead began to whisper among themselves.
The sound of skeletal friction echoed throughout the entire hall.
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Since when has besieging cities become like strolling in the streets?
One a day, how did the Blood Clan from the north suddenly burst forth with such formidable power?
Bang!
Odys slammed his hand heavily on the back of his chair, and the room finally quieted down.
Wang Haimin continued, “The transmigrator stationed at the front line has taken some photos, which are meant for your review, Your Majesty.”
He opened the Book of Lords and found the pictures.
A Skeleton attendant took the Book of Lords and handed it to Odys.
Odys looked at the Book of Lords, and his Soul Fire trembled violently.
There were only four photos.
The first two showed Bone Dragons swooping down; the third was of a group of Bone Dragons circling the Fortress.
The fourth was of the Aerial Ship appearing in the sky and the bombs it dropped.
There were no more photos after that.
Odys’s withered hand full of rings clenched tightly onto the armrest of the chair.
At this moment, a long-absent panic finally rose in his heart.
Both the enemy’s attack trends
and the military forces they currently displayed posed a threat to him.
A threat to his life.
This was the first time such a fear from deep within his soul had surfaced since he had become an immortal being.
Odys casually tossed the Book of Lords back, and Wang Haimin immediately picked it up and passed it around for the other Undead officials to examine.
After viewing them, all of the Undead showed signs of unease and panic.
“With the enemy possessing Bone Dragons and an Aerial Ship, gentlemen, what should we do?” Odys asked.
After a brief discussion below,
a Tauren Skeleton stepped forward and said gravely, “Your Majesty, what we need to do now is to buy time until our forces can retreat from the south.”
“Methods, I want methods.”
The Tauren Skeleton continued, “I believe, while reinforcing the next Fortress, we could try negotiating with the Blood Clan to slow down the enemy’s speed of attack.”
“Your Majesty, I support this idea. The Great Cemetery has always had good relations with the Blood Clan. The Red Duke has had several trade interactions with the Great Cemetery before; we could try talking,” a Goblin Skeleton added.
“This idea is worth a try. Let’s listen to their demands to get through the current difficulties.”
One by one, the Skeletons stood up, agreeing that they should make contact.
Having finally become immortal beings, they certainly did not wish to die again.
It makes no sense for the Blood Clan to attack the Undead.
The Blood Clan in the north had a small population, and the Undead could not transform them into Blood Slaves.
The likelihood of negotiation was quite high.
Talk it over, and if it can be settled with money, so much the better.
As long as they could survive, money could always be earned back, but once dead,
there would truly be no opportunity left.
After pondering for a while, Odys finally nodded and said, “Glover, you will be responsible for these negotiations. The Great Cemetery is willing to resolve this conflict with the Blood Clan, and we are open to discussing their demands.”
Glover did not expect to be thrust into this role.
Still, he stepped forward stiffly. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
Odys nodded, “That will be all for now, strengthen the defenses of the Fortress.”
“Yes!”
The crowd accepted the commands and left the Royal Palace.
…
On the border of the Dreamy Forest.
Tens of thousands of Orcs blocked the perimeter, constantly cursing and provoking.
Just two days ago, they were still fighting the Fairy Clan every day.
Today, for some unknown reason, the Fairy Clan had retreated back into the Dreamy Forest, giving up the land and watching them from afar.
No matter how much they provoked, the Fairy Clan did not come out to continue fighting.
On their part, they ended up cursing so much that they became hoarse.
Behind the Orcs,
a Tauren wearing heavy Plate Armor stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down from afar.
The Orc was about two meters tall with a robust physique.
His hair was exceptionally lush.
He appeared like a standing gray lion.
Furious Lion Clan, a race known for its fiery temper and natural aptitude for combat.
At the moment, he frowned as he observed the situation below.
Though the Fairy Clan had retreated into the forest,
they had not dispersed.
They lined up in order, ready to charge at any moment.
There was an unusual feeling.
“Commander, those fairies simply won’t come out, and the people below have gone hoarse from yelling,” a soldier of the orc ran over and immediately reported.
The Furious Lion Commander still furrowed his brows.
Considering the battles of the past few days, this cultivated land was very important to the Fairy Clan.
But why weren’t they coming out now?
It was confusing what they really meant.
“Switch to another group to continue yelling, and the rest prepare for battle, do not relax,” continued the Furious Lion Commander.
“Oh, okay.” The soldier ran off.
The orcs below switched people and continued to stand in the distance and yell.
When they got tired, they switched and continued yelling.
This happened during the third wave of replacements.
As expected, an unusual situation arose.
A group of orc troops suddenly appeared from the southeast.
It included orcs from various tribes; in the center of the formation, one could see the figures of the Tauren.
“Commander, a troop of orcs has arrived from that side, probably numbering close to ten thousand,” an orc soldier reported as he approached.
The Furious Lion Commander nodded, “Have them stop advancing and inquire about their intentions.”
“Yes!” the orc soldier departed.
Then, an orc was seen heading straight for the opposing orc formation.
Shortly after, he rushed back.
“Commander, they say they are the army from Tasgo City, allies with the Dreamy Forest, and they are asking us to leave this place,” he reported.
“What?” The Furious Lion Commander’s expression changed.
He knew of Tasgo City and had heard that it had recently changed city lords.
Now, they dared to meddle in the affairs of Furious Lion City; truly, they were bold.
The Furious Lion Commander, just as he was about to angrily declare it impossible,
saw the Fairy Clan, previously hidden in the Dreamy Forest, stepping out in neat columns from the forest.
Together with the army from Tasgo City, they flanked him from both sides.
It turned out that these fairies had been waiting for reinforcements.
The Furious Lion Commander had a particularly ugly look on his face, but if a real battle ensued, facing a pincer attack from two forces, he would also be at a disadvantage.
He spoke coldly, “Fine, Tasgo City, is it? I’ll remember this. Have the troops retreat.”
“Yes, Commander.”
As the three sides remained cautiously vigilant, the army from Furious Lion City began to gather and retreat.
They gradually moved out of the battlefield range, retreating in the direction of Furious Lion City.
At the same time, a wave of victory cheers erupted among the Fairy Clan.
No matter what, the enemy had retreated.
They also had a chance to breathe.
…
In the Fairy Forest, near the border, inside a small cottage,
Shinisara and Bronze Bull were sitting inside.
Shinisara spoke, “Leaving them to retreat will surely result in them attacking again; we should have used the army to keep them here.”
From the reluctance of the Furious Lion City army as they retreated,
it was clear they would counterattack, and letting them go was like letting the tiger return to the mountain.
Bronze Bull shook his head, “We came in haste, and we do not have a numbers advantage in troop size; if a real battle ensues, we are not afraid of them.”
Forcefully fighting, our few troops would likely suffer losses.
If a real battle were to happen, the Undead army would naturally attack, and there would be no need for these regular soldiers.
“Fair enough, what should we do next?” Shinisara continued.
Bronze Bull thought for a moment, then said, “I will arrange for someone to go to Furious Lion City. We’ll conduct negotiations at the border between the two sides.”
“Okay, understood.”
…
In the main city.
Fang Hao lay on the grass in the backyard, resting his head on Eira’s round and soft thighs.
He held a sheet of paper in his hands, chuckling as he read the content.
Today, while visiting a transmigrator’s shop, he discovered someone was selling a novel they had written.
The price was not expensive: five pages for two units of iron.
Fang Hao exchanged for a copy, chuckling as he read.
The writing was quite good, telling the story of the protagonist who became a city lord’s attendant and gradually climbed up the ranks through cultivation.
It also interspersed some affairs about taking care of the worries of the chief mistress, the second mistress, and the third mistress.
Quite interesting.
Fang Hao finished one page, then handed it to Eira beside him, who also followed along.
As the two whiled away the time,
A nearby oak tree gently trembled.
One of its branches formed a mini version of ‘Shinisara’ and extended toward Fang Hao.
“My lord, the army from Furious Lion City has retreated,” it said.