In this time of turmoil in the continent, the people at the round table were either feudal lords or monarchs who held military power. They were also spiritual leaders with absolute command. However, when it came to people who had decisive power in the war, the few who were not present were the most important ones.
The temporary Alliance Parliament did not wait for the other so-called participants. Instead, they simply discussed the current situation. The result was that the entire strategic direction was agreed upon, but there were slight differences on the tactical level.
Naturally, the elves would not casually let the humans tell them how to fight. However, the humans would not foolishly rush forward either. The elves had provided a portable "Garinsmi," which was easy to carry. This reduced the unnecessary number of service personnel. However, an army of more than 100,000 people was a terrifying number. The amount of food consumed every day was astonishing. If the battle dragged on for too long, they would basically lose without a fight. Of course, this problem was also a major problem for the opposing Abyss army. As for how they solved this problem, nobody knew.
The Chaos Abyss army in the distance had disappeared into the dense fog. Sky Eyes and other detection methods had completely lost their effectiveness. The scouts had lost five batches of scouts, and after losing five batches of scouts, they no longer attempted to commit suicide. The atmosphere was heavy. Nobody knew how this battle would turn out.
The Abyss army's fighting method could only be said to be standard. However, it was still not a big threat to the Abyss army. Cridill, who had millions of troops, was mysterious. However, he was absolutely not arrogant. As the Alliance Army advanced, the battle line began to shrink towards the north of the Valen Kingdom.
Cridill was mobilized.
The Abyss army that swept across the land rushed out of the fog. It was as if a comet had crashed into Earth!
The West Army that came into contact with the Abyss army was mainly composed of elven troops. The 30,000 elven troops fought in an away game. However, they ruthlessly let the enemy know what it meant to be proud of a thousand years!
The sharp archers were able to cripple the Abyss army that was charging at them in a single exchange!
After three volleys of arrows, the entire Abyss army completely collapsed. More than a thousand people were directly killed or injured!
The terrifying combat power of the elves was beyond everyone's expectations, including the middle lane team led by Oditore.
By the time they received the alarm, the elven troops had already defeated the enemy in the blink of an eye. The elves were not inferior to the tall and strong abyss troops in close combat. The battle did not last more than an hour. Under the blessing of the priests, the fierce elven troops were not as stubborn and bloody as the Church of Lembas's troops at the Wall of Solameia. They quickly retreated. Elder Wendell did not pursue them. He immediately set up camp without any arrogance or contempt.
Following which, the second meeting of the Alliance was held. Many of the people they had been waiting for arrived.
Chris, Evelyn, and the two most important military representatives of the undead and dragons attended the meeting. As expected, the mysterious Augustine didn't attend this kind of secular meeting.
Of course, the most exciting scene of the whole meeting was the moment when Chris, Pope Ramiel IV, and the angel Becky met. The old skeleton, who appeared in the meeting with his real face, grinned as if he was laughing. However, Becky only nodded in response. The pope did not even lift his eyelids.
The spokesperson of the God of Light was really embarrassing.
The red dragon chieftain did not waste any time. Her colorful eyes swept across the round table. Her expression was flawless.
"I won't ask who else our allies are. I just hope that we won't be stabbed in the back by our own allies at the most critical moment."
Elder Wendell did not show any hostility, but he still gave the silent skeleton mage a warning. The latter gently twirled his white bone wand and did not give any promises.
The atmosphere of the meeting was a little strange. Everyone knew that this kind of meeting could be torn apart. Therefore, no one dared to say anything that crossed the line. The meeting ended when it was dark. The leaders of the Alliance who did not reach any consensus walked out of the tent with different expressions on their faces.
Henry, Flora, and Becky naturally stood on different sides. Evelyn, who represented the dragon race, did not make any declaration. She only said "the dragon race is the last guardian of the continent" and the others were speechless. Chris was easy to talk to, but it remained to be seen whether he would really do it. The pope was ready to fight with his life on the line. The second batch of elven troops had arrived at Otitori. The Alliance seemed to be united, but no one knew if this friendship would fall apart after the war.
However, no one knew what the Abyss Army in the Azura Forest was planning to do. Even the Elven Elder didn't know that such a dangerous army was lurking in the outskirts of Otitori. Otherwise, why would they send their reserves from Otitori?
"Aren't you afraid that he will turn against us?"
On a sunny afternoon, Queen Flora gently asked her husband. Today, she was dressed in a purple royal robe, which gave her a sense of peerless elegance.
"He's not interested in doing that kind of thing. Of course, I can't guarantee that the madman won't do anything unexpected." Many looked up at the sky, slightly lost in thought. "All of this is like a chessboard that has been planned. What we're doing seems to be following the actions of the guy behind the scenes. Don't you think it's a little strange for me to say this?"
"I don't think so."
Flora extended her pale hand. Many understood and gently shook it. The Empress' aura was not as imposing as Great Emperor Chanak's. She was more plain and simple, as if she had never stood at the peak of power and looked down on others. Holding her husband's hand, she said softly, "Don't worry.
Holding her husband's hand, she said softly, "Even if I am a chess piece, I am happy at this moment because I have grasped what I should grasp. That is enough, isn't it?"
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However, when Many and the entire continent's Allied Army stabilized the defensive line of Velun, an alarm sounded from the city walls of Otitori!
An army appeared from afar in the Azura Forest, carrying with it the aura of a dark cloud that pressed down on the city. It almost instantly pressed down on the city walls of Otitori!
Many, who were thousands of miles away, received the news from the teleportation formation and replied indifferently, "Open the gate" and did not say anything else.
At night, the city gates of Otitori opened. The black mass of army disappeared into the night sky, disappearing without a trace.
Everything was like a chessboard, orderly.
No matter how many schemes there were, the truth would eventually be revealed. Credill was no exception. When this hidden expert revealed his true colors, no one could stop him.
The Allied Army suffered a large-scale attack for the first time in three days!
While Many in the tents were thinking about the next steps to take, the tremors from the ground caused Credill to appear at the forefront of the army's encampment. Far away on the dark ground, a blood-red light could be seen faintly.
Was that Credill's real attack?
The blood-red flying beast that blotted out the sky was like a red cloud. Its body was actually emitting light as it swept over from afar. Its terrifying might was abnormally frightening. It was like magma surging towards them, suffocating them and making them feel helpless.
This was just like Chris Dun's Gargoyle army. The loss of air supremacy would often cause the morale of an army to collapse!
The all-pervasive attack and casualties would uproot the so-called sharpness and morale at the start of the battle, leaving no room for maneuver!
The Krillin's Blade in his hand emitted an unprecedented light. Many raised their heads, their expressions unusually grim.
Not only him, but Madam Vasaki, Becky, Pope Ramier IV, Wendell Hang, almost the entire Elven Council, Henry, Chris Dun, and all the peerless experts who stood at the doorstep of the Level Ten did not retreat at this moment. At the same time, they were prepared to the greatest extent.
A bloody battle was about to break out without any warning.