The Black Dragon was not in a hurry to return to Michod Castle, as he was more confident in the empire's army. Apart from the Dragonborn Flying Dragon Legion and the Goblin Armored Legion, there was also the Orc Cavalry Legion stationed in Michod Castle. There were a total of three main forces, the strongest fighting force in the military alliance. Unless Monet staked everything on Michod Castle, there was no risk of the castle falling.
Ever since the last time they clashed with the Black Wing Empire's tank army, no matter if it was Monet's army or Monet's spawns, none of them would recklessly attack the Black Wing Empire's base. These guys were not stupid. They knew that they had to pick the weakest persimmon. Their strategic plan was to take advantage of the weak points in the military alliance of Ayrsala and attack them relentlessly. The destruction of Aiyo's army was not a coincidence — they were Monet's targets.
It was worth mentioning that in the Blackwing Empire's strategic deployment, the Orc Cavalry Legion was rarely sent to the frontlines.
Because of what happened when they were young, Caesar cared a lot about the Orcs and rarely asked them to participate in wars and shed blood. However, Great Chief Gall realized that this was actually a form of spoiling: the Orcs were a race that valued strength above all else, not delicate flowers watered in a greenhouse. Gall found that a comfortable and peaceful environment would only make his people weaker and more decadent.
The Orcs needed to be constantly forged in war to be able to regain their former glory.
The Orc population had a high reproductive rate and a fast maturation rate. After twenty to thirty years of absorption, integration, and development, the Blackwing Empire already had close to eighty thousand Orcs living there. This was a huge number. Aladia could not find any other Orc settlement of such a scale. However, even with such a huge population, the Orcs were still unable to give birth to a single Legend.
This was something that Great Chief Gall could not tolerate. Putting aside the Dragonmaw Clan, the Houndfiend Clan, the Flying Dragon Clan, the Manticore Clan, and the Gnoll Clan, these privileged clans all had legendary creatures serving the empire. However, the Orcs did not. Gall could not think of a solution to the curse. He only wanted to rely on the ancient method of war to give birth to a new hero — a true leader like the wizard Sve.
He himself was still a bit lacking, let alone the others. Under such circumstances, the orcs' desire became even more fervent.
For this reason, after knowing that the Empire was about to join the Battle of Ayrsala, the Great Tribal Chief took the initiative to meet the Black Dragon Emperor and requested to join this operation.
After some consideration, the Black Emperor agreed.
When Caesar returned to Ayrsala with the Burning Blade, the Alliance was already in a mess. During this period of time, Ayrsala was in chaos, with all kinds of situations happening frequently. The Metal Dragons, who were in charge of coordinating the various departments, were already in a terrible state.
The Wolfheart Clan's Karanu Burning Mane had mysteriously disappeared, the Tiya Kingdom's Cassia Whisperwind was severely injured, the Pentashade Dragon Alex Augusto had mysteriously disappeared, and the Aiyo Kingdom's Nelson Charlie had died at the defense line. Bad news came one after another, and the high-intensity attack plan had been thwarted the moment it was launched. The military alliance had fallen into decline, and the balance of the war was quickly tilting towards Monet's side.
It was no wonder that the Platinum Dragon God had the idea of personally taking action. Under such circumstances, few people could remain calm.
On the 24th of the Third Era 1670 of the Airadia Calendar, Caesar was sitting in the headquarters of the Bronze Citadel, which was expanding day by day. When the Gold Dragon received news of his arrival, he immediately informed the other leaders of the various departments to hold a roundtable meeting. Soon, important members arrived one after another.
Stannis opened the map. "Although Monet was unable to take down the Mountainbreaker Citadel, the fall of Aiyo's army was a great blow to the Alliance. He has already tasted the sweetness of victory. Over here …" The Gold Dragon pointed at a location three hundred miles southeast of the Alliance's defense line. "The Bronze Monitors have discovered signs of large amounts of monster activity at the northern border of Essien. After the battle in the Abyss, Monet immediately began to prepare for a new round of attacks."
"How many?"
"Black Orcs, Viper Dragons, and Hell Spiders. Around thirty to fifty thousand," Stannis replied.
The people who asked the question rolled their eyes. The range of numbers was too large, and there was no value in it.
The main reason was that the enemy's Blood Bats and Hell Spiders had very successful anti-detection and stealth abilities. The Monitors were very dangerous. Even Alex could disappear without a trace, and the others could not go deep into the Kingdom of Ebs to gather more information. The few captives that the Alliance managed to capture were all fierce and crazy beasts, and there was no way to communicate with them.
Under the influence of all these factors, it was not easy to spy on the true situation of Monet's army.
"Does the enemy have a clear target?" The King of Bucce continued to ask.
"Currently unknown."
"What about the route of the army?"
"Unable to determine."
"Attack time?"
"Not sure." Stannis kept shaking his head.
The Alliance's intelligence was limited to the movements of Monet's army, and they did not know anything else. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the others, and the confidence of the leaders was greatly damaged. The atmosphere in the Bronze Citadel was almost frozen, and even the Gold Dragon did not know what to say.
"Have you lost your courage?"
Caesar asked. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the news of Aiyo's army being almost completely wiped out. When everyone's eyes were focused on him, he looked around and said, "I am very confused. Why do we need to know the enemy's clear target, route, and attack time? What makes me even more confused is why the Alliance chose to adopt a defensive strategy."
"Stannis."
He stared at the Gold Dragon and asked, "Isn't the purpose of the Metal Dragons gathering their allies to eliminate Monet?
But let us take a look, what are you doing now?
You are actually waiting for the enemy to attack. "
"We do not need to know the enemy's target, route, or attack time. We only need to know how many of them there are, and that is enough. Monet's army gathering is our chance to destroy them.
Do you still remember your initial strategy? Attack layer by layer, defend to the death, surround and exterminate them. Stannis, what made you give up on your strategy halfway through? "
"Because … …"
Stannis thought for a moment and sighed. His tone became very distant, "We cannot estimate the enemy's strength. We do not know how strong Monet is, or how many of his spawns he has. Our high-intensity small scale attack strategy has already failed, and even Alex is trapped in Corvinus Hill. We do not know if she is alive or dead.
After repeated attacks, we are already at a disadvantage in terms of strength. "
"Because you are afraid of continuing to make mistakes, you plan to use conservative measures?" Caesar replied with a cold smile. He did not expect that even an ancient dragon would be so timid.
But then again, being old did not mean that they had rich experience. The minds of long-lived species were not as active as the minds of short-lived species. Under normal circumstances, species like dragons and elves would only be active for three to four hours a day. The rest of the time, they would be in a daze or in a deep sleep.
If they were like humans, long-lived species would most likely die from mental disorder.
This also explained why Little Luna was always so sleepy.
Caesar saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, waiting for a powerful voice to give the order. He naturally took over the initiative and pointed his claw at Essien's symbol, saying, "There will be no next time."
"We do not need to wait for Monet's attack. We will take the initiative."
He sneered and said: "I know that you are all overcautious, calculating the gains and losses. Let me tell you, the Black Wings Empire will be the main force in this round of attack. Now, gather your troops, we will push the battle line forward again, forcing Monet's army to retreat to the heart of Aibu to defend."
"If he stops us at all costs, then this will be the final battle."