In a rain-drenched jungle dozens of kilometers away from the Northern Kingdom, Garen Nefadisius Tangerine was sprawled on the ground without a care for his image. He stared blankly at a cluster of shrubs that trembled in the wind. Mud splashed high under the torrential rain, covering his grayish-black scales.
As the younger brother of the Black Emperor, Prince Poison Fire could of course find a more comfortable place to stay in that magnificent and huge palace. However, Garen decided not to do so. He returned to his birthplace, hoping to be as far away from the noise and disturbance as possible, so that he could think about when to make that important decision.
Twenty days ago, in the Northern Kingdom's Lord's Council, the Black Emperor precisely explained Garen's mission in one sentence, "You have to enter Scottsdale, take action with the fleet and the Deep Sea Nation, and directly attack the heart of The Rising Sun City."
The strategy and goal of this attack were all included in a simple sentence. However, to the entire Blackwing Empire, this was not just a simple military operation. It was a great feat that was no different from opening up a new continent. Garen was very clear that not only did he have to let the Blackwing Clan land on the beach, he also had to open up a second battlefield, completely severing that gigantic empire.
However, to do all this, he had to ensure that the landing was successful. If it failed, the entire war would be affected. If he wanted to completely defeat The Rising Sun City, he would have to drag on for many years.
Currently, Garen was commanding close to two million soldiers, most of which were from the Blackwing Clan. There were about seven hundred thousand Manticores, Radiation Dragons, Goblins, and the Blackwing Fleet. There were also a million Undead Army, two hundred thousand Deep Sea Warriors provided by the Demonic Fish, and thirty thousand Northern Pirates that had always been controlled by the Blackwing Empire.
In the history of the Airadia Continent, there were not many people who had commanded an army of such a scale.
Caesar did not give him much pressure, but Garen understood the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. In order to prepare for this important landing, he had to go all out. He spent almost the entire day and night here thinking, repeatedly calculating and deducing, and coming up with a complete and detailed plan for every problem, such as investigation and exploration plans, the specific time and place of landing, emergency plans in case of accidents, and so on.
The scale of the gathering operation was unprecedented. Garen had not decided on the specific date of the attack, but an unprecedented number of troops and equipment had begun to pour into the West Coast. Soon, the port, towns, and nearby villages were filled with Blackwing soldiers. The number greatly exceeded the merchants, mercenaries, and ordinary citizens on the West Coast. The hotels, taverns, arenas, and card stores were quickly filled with Blackwing soldiers. The edges of towns and nests also had markets.
The West Coast's wilderness near the inland had become a hidden arsenal. Gunpowder as tall as mountains was hidden in the forest, and rows of Blackwing heavy cannons, anti-aircraft cannons, and magic annihilation cannons were placed in the wilderness. Goblins walked in and out of the honeycomb-like food storage center, making noises as they modified their tanks, armored vehicles, and caterpillar vehicles into even more novel forms.
Many tanks were equipped with diving functions, allowing them to travel underwater for a short period of time. Some tanks carried bundles of iron plates, which were used to cross huge trenches and tall walls. There were also tanks equipped with huge mechanical arms, which could be extended to the front and hit the ground to trigger traps …
In the West Sea, the three main ships of the Blackwing Empire, "Empire's Grasp", "Breath of the Holy Dragon", and "Northern Dawn" were able to reunite, leading their respective full combat groups to form the world's most powerful naval fleet. They were majestically arranged on the surface of the sea, row after row, occupying more than twenty miles of the sea, waiting for orders from Prince Poison Fire.
"Do you want to take a walk together?
Your Excellency Prince. "
A familiar voice rang in Garen's ears. The crouching dragon raised his head and saw a valiant Gnoll enter his sight.
"Phew." Garen exhaled. "It's you, Hogg."
"Actually, you don't have to be so worried. The Great Emperor entrusted this military operation to you, undoubtedly, he has absolute trust in you," Hogg said. "He firmly believes that you will succeed."
Garen pulled the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile full of sharp teeth. After a pause, he asked, "During wartime, your work should be quite busy. Is there something you need from me at this time?"
"If it's nothing important, I won't disturb you while you're thinking. The Great Emperor sent me to inform you that there's no need to worry about the tide and weather, because no matter which day you choose to land, the weather and waves on the sea will be most favorable to us."
Prince Poison Fire turned his body. He was a standard Black Dragon. His body was gray, and the skin on his face clung to his bones like a skeleton. His dark green eyes were extremely bright, like two craggy flames. "Looks like Ortoronso has convinced the Queen of the Deep Sea."
"From now on, Airadia will listen to your orders on the sea and under the sea."
Hogg said. "But there's also bad news. The shapeshifting monsters reported that the Empire on which the Sun never sets is building a defense line on the south coast. It looks like the enemy already knows about Black Wing's plan and has made preparations."
"With such a big movement, it's impossible to hide it. The enemy isn't stupid." Garen was not surprised. "I didn't expect to win with a surprise attack."
"But with each passing day, they're getting more and more prepared. It's better to land as soon as possible."
"Understood."
Garen raised his head and looked around. "We're setting off from here again. Hogg, do you know where we're standing?"
"It's where Blackshea, Ortoronso, and I were born."
Without waiting for the Jackalan to speak, Garen continued. He stared at the deep swamp not far away and whispered, "At that time, we were ambushed and lost our mother's protection. We were confused and ran away, not knowing where to go."
"The attack you're talking about is the Green Dragon named 'Silvia', right?
She's been dead for many years. The Great Emperor broke her neck with his own hands. "
"That's Ortoronso. He's ruthless, vicious, greedy, and terrifyingly powerful. He's always sharpening his claws and teeth. His eyes are burning with an eternal fire. He wants to burn anyone who dares to hurt or obstruct him to ashes."
The grayish-brown dragon took a deep breath. "But I'm different. I'm content with the status quo, and I don't have an uncontrollable ambition like him. If I can, I'm not willing to put myself in a dangerous situation."
"Your Highness, are you unwilling to go?"
"I'm unwilling to go."
Garen nodded. "But it's still very difficult for me to ask Ortoronso.
Besides, I've been under Ortoronso's protection for half of my life. My beloved and children have been blessed by the Blackwing Empire. I know that the blood of the Blackwing Clan flows in every inch of this empire. I'm not so cowardly as to refuse to move when he needs me. "
The Black Dragon let out a fierce growl and flapped his wings to fly into the sky. "Tell Ortoronso that in three days, I'll lead an army to land on The Rising Sun City.
If I fail, apologize to him for me and ask him to take care of Blackshea and Boulogne. "