Just as Su Yue returned to the council, looking at the warm and luxurious bedding, intending to rest and end the sixth day's schedule.
Lord's Log: "Your hero Malekith has defeated Legions (countless): 1000+ dwarven routs, gaining 443 Tier 1 armor, 320 Tier 2 weapons... and obtained: 1 Lord's Treasure."
"Marekis shares war experience with all lords in the territory, your lord experience +2123."
"???"
"What the hell?"
Su Yue was taken aback. Malekith had defeated the dwarven army and was sharing his experience with him?
He knew that there must be fleeing dwarven legions near the northern fortress, and that many special buildings and unexplored areas must have other dwarven forces deployed there... But he never expected that Malekith would gain experience by defeating the other fleeing soldiers with the Imperial forces.
"That's outrageous?"
"..."
Su Yue tentatively opened Gregory's lord status bar and found that Gregory's experience had also increased by more than 200 points.
Su Yue recalled the campaign characteristics of the Nagalond faction. Malekith had a negative attribute: the lord experience he gained seemed to be distributed to other friendly forces.
Furthermore, any lord within a territory whose rank is higher than that of Lord Malekith will increase the probability of betrayal.
"...You call this guy a lone wolf, and he shares his experience with you."
"You say he's not alone... but he's also quite eccentric."
Su Yue shook his head...and laughed, "This is too awesome."
He hadn't expected to gain much experience from the battle of Qiweier City... but this guy, Spicy Chicken, actually managed to share in the experience during the battle?
If I upgrade myself and get an advanced ballistics skill, wouldn't I be invincible?
"Moreover, Malekith possesses advanced tactics and master-level leadership skills. Even without the 'Level 6 Nagalos Dark Elf Witch King: Malekith's Dark Elf troops have +85% attack power' buff, he is still extremely fierce. This is not only true for a Tier 6 hero; in terms of individual strength, his leadership ability is also undeniably formidable."
Eliza, her eyes alluring, asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Su Yue laughed and said, "Thinking about future currency exchanges, how much money can you make for me..."
"Needing money again?"
In reality, Su Yue recalled the first time he saw Elie, her tall figure and beautiful face, and couldn't help but feel a moment of distraction.
"Rest now, honey."
"..."
The beautiful woman blew out the candle.
Kim Soo-ah tiptoed into the house and began her hypnosis.
"Ariel, this chosen one, is really annoying."
Jin Xiuer frowned as she looked at her.
Europa was momentarily stunned.
Black wings unfurled, revealing four pairs of archangel wings, one of which had already turned completely black. Jin Xiuer smiled and said, "Sister Europa, your fall will grant Canaan even stronger protection... but..."
"Heaven already knows!!"
Europa looked at Jin Xiuer, who had no choice but to surrender for the sake of Canaan and Lord Su Yue.
To be precise, it's a defection to the Church of the Devil, because now, apart from the Church of the Devil, there is probably no other church in all of Canaan that can protect Canaan... Perhaps there is, those monsters in the Devil's Reef in the Baramam Beach, the port of the eight dragon fleets, who might be able to protect Canaan.
But conflict and contradictions were already inevitable; "The Inquisition is on its way."
Jin Xiuer laughed and said, "Canaan's strength and hidden dangers are beyond the comprehension of outsiders. Even if His Majesty the Emperor personally leads an expedition, what can the Tribunal do?"
"..."
"Please don't worry, sister. Cardinal Schwarz has already entered the Silver Palace plane to perform his hard labor. Master can resolve any crisis or trouble; you must trust him."
Europa fell into deep thought...
Kim Soo-ah laughed and said, "I'm on my right arm today."
Europa's eyes were glazed over; only in Su Yue's arms could she feel a moment of warmth...
"Hmm..." Su Yue wasn't hypnotized, but he had already fallen asleep. Europa watched him turn over, and his expression immediately became tense...
"Master...Master..."
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Tyrone Rohr entered the fog-shrouded forest realm, and the dark lands of the high elves were also enveloped in night.
A thin mist rose near Remir's territory. The High Elf lord, Alaunita Gnor, spoke with a somber gaze:
"Terron Jorge is dead?"
"Yes, their fleet went missing starting in the evening. Just now, the Wood Elf ships returned and confirmed with us the news of the deaths of Tyrone Zohr's fleet. They were the naval force responsible for guerrilla warfare against the city of Ziwell. Now they are completely wiped out..."
"and……"
"We have suffered losses, with as many as eight of our merchant ships sunk. A mysterious and treacherous evil naval fleet from Canaan has appeared nearby."
The death of Tyrone Zorr cast a shadow over the Realm.
This also caught the attention of the High Elf lord, Alaunita Gnor.
"The nighttime operation failed; are they operating at night as well?"
"Yes, the enemy commander is a dark elf."
"Dark elves?"
The high elf adjutant respectfully said, "Besides the dark elves, signs of 6th-tier artillery have also been found on their fleet... Their strength is formidable; ordinary merchant ships would be paralyzed if hit by their cannon fire."
"Can we wipe them out by tomorrow?" asked Alaunita Gnor.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult."
"Why?"
“Their troops are also in the water.” The adjutant was exhausted. Even at this late hour, his tone and attitude were completely businesslike. Eredar Genor, the lord of Remir, had also been waiting for news without taking a nap, and his face looked somewhat pale.
"The monsters of Canaan have just conquered the dwarves' northern fortress, and now they're going to attack our high elf merchant ships and caravans at sea. I don't know if they've really gone mad, or if they're just like the imperial rebels, recklessly indulging in their greed without any long-term vision?"
The adjutant said, "So we're taking a break today? I can't keep my eyes open anymore."
Eredar Gnold said in a low voice, "People always encounter unexpected things. We high elves have long lifespans. A few hundred years is only a few decades for humans. There is no need to fight with them for a short time. We will send troops to destroy them tomorrow."
"clear."
Merchants in the Remiel territory suffered heavy losses, unaware that the damage caused by Cthulhu was already spreading among civilian groups.
In the territory of Remiel, at an elven dock, many people roared in fury: "Our merchant ships were attacked and destroyed by those lowly, short-lived humans! Those human water ghosts are hiding in the water..."
The two survivors returned to Remiel's territory, their expressions filled with terror: "There are monsters in the water... there are so many frogmen in the water!!! Will our fleet ever return?"
What? They're not coming back?
"They were...they were all killed..."
"Ahhhhh!"
"Lord Tyrone Zorr is dead..." A High Elf soldier who had miraculously escaped the sea and was salvaged by a merchant ship trembled violently in the eyes: "The enemy's strength is more than three to five times that of us. We... we can't possibly be their match."
"They are the army of darkness, they are the army of the dark sun, destruction will descend upon the land of Remiel... Destruction is imminent, it will descend upon the land of Remiel."
The morale of the routed army had collapsed, and fear immediately filled them at the mere mention of the Canaanite territory.
The people, especially the High Elves, were deeply affected by the deserters' dejected state of mind as their relatives from the merchant ships failed to return. Many viewed Canaan as a dangerous monster spreading fear...
The death of Tyrone Jorge caused a small ripple effect.
However, this did not attract much attention from Ereda Gnør.
Sphinx Medea watched as a large number of Cthulhu-level Tier 3 Terror Spearmen charged toward the merchant ship's deck.
"No...don't kill me!!"
A caravan leader, with his hands raised, knelt on the deck in a gesture of surrender.
"puff."
The head was severed, rolled seven or eight times, and fell onto the ship with its eyes wide open in death. Large amounts of gold and silver treasures were thrown into the water. The Innsmouth people, with their terrifying swimming speed, quickly carried chests of treasure and money to the Barayamakhan mudflats of Canaan.
"Oh no... oh no."
"It's...it's the Canaanite navy. That flag isn't our High Elf naval force."
"Stop the ship! Stop the ship! Don't come any closer, or we will consider your actions as an attack."
The High Elf standard-bearer warned.
However, the enemy's dark elf ship, shrouded in mist, still rammed towards them.
"Pirates, the dark pirates of the dark elves..."
"Kill...kill them."
"Ahhh..."
Blood splattered on the sampan and on the dragon's head. Sphinx Medea knelt on one knee on the dragon's head and threw her longsword forward. A long-eared high elf by the ship's wheel immediately had a line of blood appear on his neck. His movements were extremely fluid, like a shadow assassin in the dark. The huge moon behind him became the background.
“Kill them.”
Sphinx Medea was a dark elf, and dark elves and high elves were sworn enemies for generations. A look of smug satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
"My lord... a medium-sized fleet from the Remiel territory in the distance has appeared."
How many ships are there?
"About fifteen ships."
"After looting the merchant ship, prepare to retreat immediately."
"clear……"
Sphinx Medea roughly understood that today's raiding plan was probably coming to an end, but this was only the beginning. Next, he would make the high elves and the entire Remiel territory suffer.
“Edulles…”
"exist."
"Conflict is a necessary condition for peace. Only slaughter can give meaning to life. You must always remember this."
“Yes, sir. The Sisterhood of Kane will offer all this blood and lives as a sacrifice to the true God…”
His dark elf priest laughed.
Lord's Log: "Your special NPC, General Sphinx Medea, has been promoted to a hero unit due to her extensive experience in naval battles..."
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"Following the great King of Nagalond, Lord Malekith..."
On the ocean, an incredibly powerful dark ark, resembling a landmass, was extremely terrifying. Countless high elf troops gathered on it and headed towards the seas of Canaan, the seas sealed off by Remir.
"The great Lord Malekith will become our new master."
"The lord of Canaan will be our new object of loyalty."
Among the Dark Elves, the legend of Su Yue, the Canaanite lord, is also increasing, due to the addition of Malekith and the fact that Id Ya has finalized a trade agreement with the Dark Elves ahead of time.
A large number of dark elf territories are heading towards the Canaanite territory from the dark dungeons.
Underground city.
In the dark underground world, there are only vast amounts of sterile moss. Glowing moss, fungal moss, and sterile moss are growing unrestrainedly in the damp and gloomy world; above the ocean, in the sky above the boundless whirlpool sea, a large number of thunderclaps gather together.
The chaotic army is clanging.
The enslaved Dark Elves constantly yearned for freedom and wanted to go to a territory and base where they could develop... So, large numbers of Dark Elf slaves and refugees headed towards the Canaanite territory.
In the dead of night.
Internal Affairs Officer Eric asked with a puzzled expression, "How come there are so many more dark elf refugees?"
The Canaanite officials, looking puzzled, remarked, "Strange, there are so many more dark elves enslaving us..."
Bai Yue, who was standing to the side, asked, "Um, what's the difference between refugees and slaves?"
Eric said, "In the society of the Dark Elves, enslavement is the same as that of the farmers in the human kingdom of Bathor."
"Slavery?"
"No, only Nagarond is a system of slavery. Other dark elf territories also have normal social and underground community relationships. You may need to ask a scholar specializing in dark elf studies about this."
"..."
"Lord Eric, the Knights of His Majesty Henry VII of the Bathot Empire have arrived overnight."
"Oh? Quickly take me to meet them."
Henry VII of the Bathove Empire had previously bestowed some rewards upon the Canaanite territory. Seventy imperial cavalrymen, led by a Bathove envoy named Hales, suddenly looked intently at the Canaanite territory:
"What an terrifying building level..."
"Sir, look, what's that?"
"What the hell is that???"
"Impossible... There's actually something here..."
"Rick, the Imperial Guard Fortress???"
"Choose...choose an emperor or marquis???"
"Lord Su Yue, the Canaanite lord, is actually an Elector Marquis?"
"Is His Majesty Henry aware of this information?"
"It's probably unknown for now."
"Immediately send word... The Imperial Reich Guard Castle has appeared in the Canaan Territory, and Canaan Lord Su Yue has a chance of becoming an Elector!!!"
"clear……"
The envoys from the Bato Empire were utterly astonished. The enormous castle of the Reik Empire's royal guard, with its terrifying architectural scale, made it seem as if they had entered not some remote border town, but the central city of an imperial capital.
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In the dark underwater palace of R'lyeh, Ythogtha looked at the middle-aged gentleman before him and said, "Father... is my sister's marriage really going to be arranged for that mortal from the material plane?"
Cthulhu corrected him: “It is a new Old Day.”
"The new...the old??"
Isogda looked somewhat surprised...
In the dark palace.
The scene of millions of corpses drifting in the vast, boundless cosmic vortex was strikingly similar to the impression of Kyotomo Otomo's Puccini opera "Madama Butterfly"...
The dark gray petals sometimes bloom and sometimes wither.
Kshira's stunningly beautiful face leaned against a crimson mist shrouded in black fog...
A small, transparent, crystal-like ball appeared on her arm.
On the sphere.
The Canaanite territory, viewed from above by the moon, appeared before her eyes.
"..."
"I hope you can grow up quickly."
Kshila's soft voice came through, carrying a cold, sharp charm, like a blade, yet also like a tender and moving wife waiting for her husband to return home.
In this terrifying darkness, operatic sounds and dance steps suddenly rang out.
Among the corpses...
Bizarre Star Familiars, with tentacles resembling those of Cthulhu, swayed and wandered around the throne and the royal court.
In that dark void, there seemed to be some kind of "wind" force attempting to tear apart this space and realm.
—BOOM! ! !
There was no sound in the void of space. A golden eye of wind appeared in the torn rift, and instantly the rift closed...
Kshira murmured, "Wind King... Ha, Star."
"Our time... is running out."
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In the Emden Mint, the tall and dashing Huntington William Frederick II walked into the dark smoking room in the dead of night.
The dilapidated machinery and steel structures, along with the smells of alcohol and smoke, filled the interior of the smoking room.
He said in a frenzied manner:
“Father…Father, I want to escape from here. I am a Frenchman by nature. Why should I be treated like this in this poor country?”
"I have made a mistake, please don't imprison me anymore."
"Let me out..."
"Please."
William I, bathed in moonlight, wore a black military uniform and leather boots. He was a warmonger, and one-fifth of the population in his territory had been converted into soldiers. The moonlight highlighted his epaulets and narrow military belt.
"Fritz, what exactly is going on in your little head every day?"
"From now on, you are a captain in the Potsdam Grenadier Regiment."
"Your mother is pregnant again, this is her thirteenth pregnancy, but I only have you and your sister as my children..."
"The court should stop associating with George. The weather in the Kingdom of Yin is always gloomy. They are incredibly wealthy, but they can't stand hardship. Every time they take action to balance the world, the Kingdom of Fa will gain the upper hand over all the people in the world."
"We need war, endless war!!"
"Your Majesty... His Majesty the Emperor."
Mud and shells splattered around Huntington's ears, and he could almost see the death of a warhorse stuck in the mud.
The warhorses neighed and fell, and the sabers slashed across the corpses of the dead.
His eyelids trembled violently.
“Kill...the Papacy…”
“The rights of the mortal world must not be interfered with by any members of the Holy See… I must kill them…”
In the darkness, as the king emerged from the smoking room into the dwarven fortress, it was already late at night. He calmly declared, "Continue the attack. I will lead my troops to raid the Elak territory of the Golden Goblet tribe!"
"..."
"My lord, we may not have enough soldiers."
"War!!!! War must be waged!!!"
The mad Huntington Frederick led an army of ten thousand dwarves in a desperate, desperate attack on the Elak territory of the Golden Goblet tribe that very night!
A frenzied battle, with corpses and blood flowing endlessly.
The Golden Goblet tribe's garrison, led by Elak, stared in shock at the countless dwarf corpses lying beneath the city walls!
"Madmen...they're a bunch of madmen!!"
The morale of the Golden Goblet Dwarf Clan has plummeted!
They had essentially won the battle and were even frantically killing the dwarves before them, but Lord Austin Abel, the "Hand of the Dwarves," looked horrified...
"They...they're sending dwarf soldiers to their deaths!!!"
"The terrifying Canaanite lords are human... We are slaughtering our dwarf brethren."
"attack!!!!!"
"attack!!!!!"
Huntington pointed frantically at all the dwarven troops, and large numbers of dwarven infantry collapsed under his command, yet he could still accurately recite the name of every dwarven general...
"Blake, attack!"
"Famalar, attack!!"
“Madman…he is a complete madman…” That night, the corpses of three thousand dwarves were thrown under the city walls, and there were not a single human corpse among them.
All of them were the corpses of dwarves, piled up like small mountains outside the walls of Arak.
The dwarves of the entire Golden Goblet tribe felt an absolute sense of panic.
It appears that Huntington has been defeated.
They thwarted a night raid, but among the corpses were not a single human; they were all dwarves… They were sending dwarves as a suicide squad, a legion of those sent to their deaths, to launch a preemptive attack on the northern Golden Goblet tribe clan… And how could humans defeat “Red Hammer” Bodun?
The barrier of the dwarves' northern fortress was able to be breached head-on. Now, the entire territory of the dwarven Golden Goblet tribe is already in a state of high alert and paranoia. Until the terrifying offensive launched by the human empire ends, they are all extremely uneasy, fearing that they will become the second target to be conquered.
Just as they were wondering whether the human empire still had the ability to attack, or whether it was on the verge of collapse and forced to defend its cities, Huntington launched an equal siege against all the nearby Golden Goblet tribes of dwarves in the dead of night, leaving behind nearly 8,000 corpses...
The entire Golden Goblet tribe of dwarves was gripped by a sense of panic...
"They...they are recklessly wasting the lives of dwarven soldiers."
"They deserve to die! They should all go to hell!!!"
"Humans still have power."
"They are testing our strength and weaknesses..."
"Absolutely, absolutely not! We must not act rashly!!!"
"This is terrifying. The human oversight team is right there in the distance... letting the dwarf troops in front of them attack and die..."
"how so???"
"They must be plotting something, they must be!! The northern fortress has fallen, we must hold the walls... We absolutely cannot give them a chance to launch a surprise attack... It must be a conspiracy, there must be a major conspiracy involved."
The brutal rule of Huntington William Frederick II directly led to all the dwarf territories in the north choosing to disobey orders from Alvis Angard, the clan chief of the Golden Goblet tribe, to reclaim the northern fortresses.
"Immediately seize and retake the dwarven northern fortress! We need to counterattack immediately... We absolutely cannot allow them to continue preparing!!!"
Upon returning from the royal court, Alvis Anget, the clan chief of the Golden Goblet tribe, immediately issued an order to all nearby dwarven cities to attack the northern fortress.
However, what surprised him greatly was...
All the lords under their command claimed that they had been attacked and feared that the human empire's reinforcements and raids might launch a terrible attack, so they had to hold their cities.
"What?! The human empire is still attacking us?!"
"Is this a conspiracy by the Bato Empire?"
Alvis Angert was filled with doubt… He could understand a letter refusing to attack… but when the second and third letters arrived, indicating attacks, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some conspiracy at play. Could it be that the Bato Empire wanted him to take the bait, attack the northern fortress, and then further expand their gains?
The conquest was in full swing, but one wrong step could lead to another. He dared not gamble; the northern fortress had already collapsed, and if more cities were lost, the rule of the Golden Goblet Clan would be completely shaken.
In the dark night, flames blazed.
Huntington William Frederick II raided all the dwarven territories he could attack in one night.
He stood imposingly in front of a dwarf castle.
On the dwarven fortress, beside the catapult, a lord watched him as he made a throat-slitting gesture.
"retreat."
"yes……"
The Potsdam Giants grenadier regiment, as large as a small mountain, followed behind Huntington.
The rain poured down, washing away the massive number of corpses.
The steel and armor were soaked by the rain.
Huntington trembled as he said, "The Marquis of Wavenag..."
Where are you?
The torrential rain initially washed away the blood and corpses of the dwarves scattered on the ground, but soon ice crystals began to fall, and hail continued to pelt the ground, soaking Huntington's armor and skin.
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On the seventh day of the development of the Canaanite territory, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.
At dawn, Su Yue stared in shock at the vast amount of information in the lord's logbook...
"Holy crap, what on earth happened last night?"
"..."
When he woke up, his dwarf army had dwindled to only 4,000 men.
Under the cover of night, the High Elves declared war on the Breton Empire.
"..."
Lord's Log: "Due to the High Elf lord Tyrone Jorge's brutal killing by you, the High Elf Kingdom of Krador has declared war on the Human Empire of Bathor. Public order in Canaan -5, relations between Bathor and Canaan -10, Henry's favor towards you -5, relations with the Holy See -20, public order instability in the Bathor Empire -7. Your legendary status in the High Elf, Bathor Empire, and Dwarf worlds +3."
"..."
Su Yue gasped.
Lord's Log: "Your lord Malekith has successfully captured the city of Chivel and is assisting Chivel in setting up its defenses."
A large amount of outrageous information appeared in the Lord's Log before Su Yue, the Canaanite lord.
He immediately sensed that trouble was brewing.
"Huntington actually launched a full-scale attack on the Golden Goblet tribe's castle??"
"..."
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