The air in the camp seemed to be stagnant, and everyone stared at Izarebi without saying a word.
Orkus, who was the last to arrive, sat quietly in the corner. He didn't speak even if others didn't speak.
The worst has happened. He has repeatedly reminded others that when operating in the enemy's hinterland, one should strive to be prudent and not rush forward greedily for success, but no one listened.
As the Seven Staffs of the Serel Empire, Orkus should have been saddened by this defeat, felt unworthy of those dead soldiers, and then repeated what he said again, but he didn't.
It is difficult to say that the top military forces of the empire have a harmonious relationship. The generals who symbolize the power of warriors have never been able to get along with the magicians. Magicians and magicians, and warriors and warriors also have their own positions and interests.
Orkus did not want to get involved in the whirlpool caused by these people. He only hoped to complete his mission, continue to study the summoning technique, and find the secret of the flesh and blood chariot.
This silence was broken by General Luo Ta, the nominal supreme commander of the Seventh Army.
"There are no bones left of the six hundred warriors, and fifteen hundred important horses were buried in the flames. Is this the surprise you brought back to Selel!"
"Since the beginning of the war in Selier, there has been no major defeat on the Eastern Front, the Western Front, and the newly opened central battlefield. Only you, only you!"
Luo Ta finally couldn't suppress his anger and stretched out his hand to point at Izarebi, who was blackened by smoke after the battle with Ye Shui.
"Izarebi, your defeat will bring shame to the entire Seventh Army. We will also be despised by the people of Selel. We will become a joke to the entire Selel and be ridiculed by countless people day and night. Our family will be embarrassed by this!"
"You know, you lost to Lan Shui, the alien who once slapped Selel in the face and always laughed at us!"
Luo Ta's words were like a sharp knife, piercing into the hearts of everyone present.
The Seventh Army, which shouldered His Majesty's expectations, created obstacles for him when all lines were victorious... The only major defeat was like a black spot on the white silk cloth, which stood out so conspicuously.
This news must not be concealed, and the complicated forces in the country will always get wind of it. I am afraid that even if they perfectly implement His Majesty's strategic plan, they will not be greeted with flowers and applause after returning home, but with ridicule.
Orkus had no reaction to Luo Ta's words. For a man who made his daughter and wife angry because of the Silent Summoning Experiment, any family blame or public ridicule would be trivial.
As soon as I returned home and closed the door, squatted down in the basement, and opened the summoning circle, this world was left behind.
Izarebi was irritated by Luo Da's words. He defended with shame and anger: "I explained it when I came back. There are very powerful people in Blue Water commanding us. They caught us by surprise, which led to the big defeat."
"Facing the enemy head-on, their sixth-level magician Ye Shui is no match for me. If the situation on the scene hadn't worsened and I had to cover the cavalry's retreat, I would have every chance to deal with him!"
Luo Ta said in a deep voice: "Losers will always overestimate the strength of their opponents and blame everything on their own carelessness."
"Luo Ta, what do you mean? Do you think I'm lying?"
Izarebi got angry when he was questioned. He rushed to Luo Ta and glared at him regardless of the obstruction of people around him.
"If the unknown commander hadn't set a trap, gained the upper hand, and faced the enemy head-on, my flames would have been enough to kill those damn mushroom people in a sea of fire!"
Kenisa snorted on the side: "The battlefield is like this. Falling into a trap can only show that you are not strong enough. If it were me, I would return immediately if I couldn't get the information I wanted, and I wouldn't be greedy for that little merit. Stay within blue water territory.”
Orkus found this scene particularly interesting. To outsiders, the seven-staffed and crystal-level warriors seemed to be superior, but because they lost face due to the defeat in the war, they started performing various afterthoughts.
The so-called "If I were here, I wouldn't do this" was just a sarcastic remark after learning the outcome. Judging from the disdain and contemptuous attitude I had when I warned them not to underestimate the resistance of all ethnic groups, it would be different if it were someone else. This was also the fate of Izarebi.
Su Nafa, who was applying lip gloss on her lips, casually reminded: "I think everyone should think about how to save it. The scribes accompanying the army are His Majesty's cronies. They should have recorded this incident and are ready to send it."
Sunafa looked around at her frowning companions, and her eyes fell on the corner. She gently wiped off the crooked lipstick on the corner of her lips, and said with a smile: "There is one person who is particularly silent today."
All eyes were focused on Orkus.
Orkus did not intend to sit back and watch the situation worsen. His sense of responsibility prompted him to express his judgment.
"Stand still and wait for good news from the central or western battlefields."
Luo Ta glared at Izarebi with dissatisfaction: "In this case, our Seventh Army will not be able to achieve greater achievements."
"Is there no better way?" Sunafa asked.
"We mainly rely on the aggressiveness of the cavalry here to deter the surrounding tribes, and the purpose of driving away the refugees has been achieved. All we have to do is wait."
"When the conflicts catalyzed by the refugees spread among the major races, making their alliance fragile, victory will be easy, and achievements will be easily obtained." Orkus took a sip of tea leisurely, "This This is my proposal, I still have an experiment to conduct, and you can decide the rest on your own."
After saying this, Orkus got up and left the camp.
Sunafa looked at Orkus's leaving back thoughtfully, and smiled inwardly: "Is it really an experiment?"
After Orcus returned to his tent, he found Bread napping on a chair, so he mercilessly shook her awake and gave her a basket of potatoes he had just received from the quartermaster.
I had been hungry for almost a day and started to eat the bread without saying a word.
"When you're full, keep an eye on it for me. It's the same old rule, don't let anyone in."
Bread had become accustomed to Orkus's instructions, and knew that he would be busy with a bunch of messy ghost symbols again, so he quickly took out two potatoes from the basket, stuffed them into his clothes, and walked out quickly.
After the surroundings calmed down, Orcus once again arranged the summoning ceremony in the camp. Before the official start, he wrote down the preparations for the summons in his notebook as usual.
The pursuit of the flesh and blood chariot has been going on for a long time, but what Orkus has been waiting for is failure again and again.
Previously, nothing could be summoned when summoning a flesh and blood chariot, but now...
Orkus looked at the strange summoned object that combined a slime and a carriage in front of him, and waved it away in frustration.
"Why…"
Orkus punched the ground in pain, his expression distorted because of too much force.
It was clear that he had glimpsed the hidden knowledge, but could not get in touch with it any further. This feeling made Orkus irritable, angry, and itchy!
He hoped that the voice that once echoed in his mind would guide him again, but no matter whether he was drunk or taking medicine, he could not hear it again.
He punched the ground several times as if to vent his anger, until the pain gradually spread and blood oozed from his fists. He gasped for air and stood up unsteadily.
Orcus removed the summoning circle, cast a healing spell on the injured hand, put on another glove, and then walked out of the camp with an indifferent expression.
He needed to relax, and Orkus thought he would go crazy if he continued to struggle like this.
After studying the art of summoning for so many years, he had never felt that madness was so close to him. The out-of-reach, illusory feeling like fishing for the moon in the water tormented him all the time. The flesh-and-blood chariot had become an obsession of his.
Orkus's thoughts were interrupted by the moans one after another around him. He raised his head and looked around, only to realize that he had unknowingly arrived at the place where wounded soldiers were being treated.
Izarebi brought back more than 3,000 soldiers, nearly 1,000 of whom were left with permanent disabilities.
Because they were eager to retreat along the way and had limited medical capabilities, their wounds had begun to ooze pus and stink. Many of them basically managed to return to their base with a strong breath.
According to the team's therapist, these people have basically lost their ability to fight.
Orkus recalled what Izarebi said when he defended himself, and the word "Chuan" appeared between his eyebrows.
The commander of Blue Water is indeed a character that cannot be underestimated.
The Seventh Army, which is deep behind enemy lines, is currently unable to transport the wounded out and can only treat them on the spot. However, these wounded who have lost their combat effectiveness have to take away a large amount of rations from normal soldiers.
Although the place where the wounded soldiers rested was far away from other soldiers, it still could not prevent the spread of pessimism among the wounded soldiers from spreading.
"This has been his aim from the beginning. If he really kills him, more people will probably die from the Imperial Halberd."
Thinking of this, Orkus couldn't help but shudder.
As a member of the Imperial Halberd, his daughter Kalani can be said to have saved her life.
He wanted to say something to Kalani, but Orkus was suddenly found by the herald, who asked him to return to the commander's camp quickly.
Orkus, the last one to return, was surprised to find the imperial envoy wearing a large white robe embroidered with cloud patterns embroidered with gold threads.
How come these palace messengers who belong directly to His Majesty the Emperor are here?
Sunafa, who was standing next to Orkus, gave him the answer.
"In the central battlefield, the giant clan was defeated and is now retreating to the territory of the Iris Demon Fox, reorganizing the front with the Iris Demon Fox and the orcs."
Orkus took a few seconds to digest this information, then glanced furtively at the others.
Izare was like a mourning concubine, Luo Ta looked livid, and Kenisa had a gloomy face... It was obviously a commendable and monumental victory for the empire, but the atmosphere here seemed particularly depressing.
Victory songs were being played everywhere, but only the Seventh Army, which had six top-notch sixth-level combatants, and the elite cavalry deployed by each army, suffered the empire's biggest defeat.
Seventh Army "Stars Shine!"
The palace messenger affirmed the achievements of the Seventh Army fighting alone behind enemy lines, and the royal family was very satisfied with the Seventh Army's successful implementation of strategic deployment and splitting the enemy alliance.
His Majesty also praised the achievements of the imperial halberds commanded by Izarebi in intimidating all races, and paid the highest respect to the soldiers who fought bravely and died of exhaustion. The royal family's awards to these warriors will be coming soon.
This is an intriguing piece of information. Izarebi, who suffered such a humiliating defeat, was not blamed. Instead, his family was received by the royal family.
What frightens all the clans is that Izare underestimated the enemy, greedy for merit and rushed forward. It was precisely for this reason that the Imperial Halberd was defeated.
In the overall writing, Orkus could not smell the slightest trace of accountability. It seemed that it was not Blue Water who defeated the strong, but the Imperial Halberd led by Izarebi.
The shocked Orkus gradually came to his senses.
The strategic deployment of the Seventh Army to go deep behind enemy lines was originally formulated by His Majesty and the nobles. This inherently risky action has not been dissuaded by others, but His Majesty's will cannot be easily changed.
His Majesty wants to prove that he is master of micro-manage, wise and martial, and strengthen his authority.
Now that the Seventh Army has become the most shining star in Serer, for the sake of face, His Majesty can only cover up this defeat like this.
A bad premonition came to Orkus's mind. After the messenger finished reciting His Majesty's "commendation", he hurriedly asked.
"After the breakthrough in the central battlefield, the 9th, 11th, and 12th armies should join the 7th army. When will we launch an attack on the Iris Demon Fox?"
The messenger was well aware of the importance of the group of sixth-level warriors in front of him to Selier. He replied with a smile: "The three armies you mentioned are mopping up the remaining enemies in the central battlefield. The food and grass in Selier also need transit time, so at least A major offensive cannot be launched until after the autumn harvest.”
Orkus's eyes darkened.
Sunafa, who had been playing with nails next to him, thinking about what color to dye his nails, also raised his head.
Now that Iris Demon Fox has gathered the fighting power of so many races, the autumn harvest is still some time away, and the stored food cannot cope with the daily needs of so many people. There will soon be some friction due to distribution, which is why we attack in one go. good time.
Once the autumn harvest is over, the iris foxes who have recovered their strength, the giant remnant soldiers, and the orcs who have left their homes and are full of resentments will definitely burst out with extremely strong combat power.
According to the courier, this was caused by the western front being drawn out too long.
The elves have been relying on the vast forest land to deal with Serel, because most of the places they live in are mountain forests. Even if they are cut down and burned, it is still difficult to walk. As a result, without the magician, food transportation has become a problem. A troublesome thing.
Orkus broke out in a cold sweat. For a moment, he didn't know whether this was the result of the elf's premeditation or a mistake.
The messenger saw Orkus' anxiety: "His Majesty is wise and decisive. He has already entrusted you with what you are worried about."
"The Seventh Army will move to the south of Mostana after the three central armies arrive to destroy Blue Water."
"My lords, there are some things I need to remind you of."
"What His Majesty said in the palace when he heard about the disastrous defeat of the Seventh Army was not as gentle as the message I brought. Some of the shame must be washed away by you personally."
"Blue Water, must disappear."
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