With a "bang", I could no longer hold the bowl in my hand, and finally I dropped it to the ground and smashed it to pieces.
At the same time, the consequences of the broken bowl were beyond my expectation. All the officials or people who knew my identity at the scene stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on me.
This phenomenon immediately made most of the people and soldiers at the scene who were unaware of the situation at a loss. What happened? Why were their commanders and other important figures acting so abnormally
"It's nothing, I just accidentally knocked over a bowl, everyone continue to have fun, I'll go wash my face." I laughed and walked towards the village with Musa. At the same time, I immediately asked Musa to find three elders of Andriel and senior commanders of various troops, and asked them to gather at my temporary headquarters immediately.
The Necromancer, the being that represents death and destruction, unexpectedly appeared right after I came into this world... Is this my destined fate, or is it my so-called character...
I imagined mountains and plains of skeletons, followed by a large number of puppet wizards, and behind them were a few necromancers. There were even legendary undead generals and bone dragons beside the necromancers. … … … … The chill almost froze my body.
When I thought about leading my troops to fight against those abominable skeletons, the subordinates who died in the battle would actually turn into zombies or skeletons to attack me after a cloud of blood mist. I couldn't help but tremble slightly a few times. . . . .
"Everyone has heard Musa's intelligence. Tell me, what are your plans?" Half an hour later, facing a dozen military and political officials from both sides whose faces were pale, I knocked on the table and asked for their opinions in a low voice.
I don't care what the Andrelians will do in the end, and I don't care about the lives of the Andrelians and the so-called East Continent people. If someone serves as a scapegoat and it does not harm my interests and safety, I will help them resist the invasion of the undead in order to avoid fighting against hundreds of millions of undead in the future. That is what I am happy to see.
Of course, if the Andrel people insist on acting recklessly and insist on perishing together with the people of the East Continent, then I will have no choice but to take my soldiers and immediately leave this troubled place and return to the Kastark Empire by sea via the Free City.
"Master Shen, what do you think we should do? We... We hate those guys from the East Continent, but if they perish, then... Then we in Andriel will have no chance to survive... If those undead armies engulf the entire East Continent, then we in Andriel will be doomed..." After looking around for a long time and seeing that no one wanted to speak, the village chief finally stood up. Although what he said was not very good, his intentions were very much in line with my heart.
"No, I will never agree to such a suggestion! Think about our ancestors who were exiled by the Mokast Empire and escaped from their butcher knife, think about our people from generation to generation struggling to survive on this barren land, and think about Commander Bora who led us to resist the brutal killings of the Mokast Empire. Are you doing them justice by saying such things
Why did we stand up to resist the oppression and cruelty of the Mokast Empire? When we stood up, did we ever think about life and death? Did we ever think about keeping ourselves safe
Death is not scary at all. If our death can bring back the suffering that all our tribes have endured, and can repay one ten-thousandth of the suffering that our ancestors have endured, then I think it is worth it!
Therefore, there is no need for us to discuss any temporary peace or put aside the past. What we should talk about now, and the only thing we need to talk about, is how to take advantage of this opportunity to destroy the entire Mocaster Empire... and even the entire East Continent..." When the village chief had just finished speaking, I thought the situation would transition smoothly as I hoped, but another elder next to the village chief stood up.
If a person who knows nothing about the current situation came here to listen, then after listening to the elder's words, it can almost be said that he would be aroused by his sensational words and become one of the vanguards to attack the Mocaster Empire.
But I am someone who knows the current situation, not an ignorant person. Destroy the East Continent? And let those half-human and half-ghost creatures occupy the entire East Continent? Then with the population of over 400 million in the entire East Continent... and over a million magicians in the Yan Kingdom (all those who study magic, not just qualified magicians with professional titles).... How many undead soldiers and puppet mages will they produce? With this number, I am afraid that even if the entire West Continent gathers its strength, there is no way to resist.
I waved my hand to stop him from continuing, and I hugged my head, feeling powerless. If I lead my troops away from here under the current circumstances, and fail to guide the mentality of the Andrel people, then the chaos in the East Continent will be difficult to control. When the East Continent is completely occupied by the undead, then the West Continent will also have no good days. . . . . .
"Have you ever thought about this? What consequences will occur if the Kingdom of Yan and the Mocaster Empire are completely destroyed? Tell me? How should we deal with those undead armies?" Restraining my rage, I asked the elder calmly on the surface.
"Withdraw all our people to the west of Andrel Canyon, then build a multi-layered defense wall in the canyon and unite with your country and the Senke Federation..."
"Union, what the hell... Don't you even think about how big the undead army will be after the destruction of the East Continent? The corpses of the East Continent alone are enough to form an undead army of more than 400 million, plus a large number of magical beasts and other creatures... Billions of undead, can the humans of the West Continent resist them? Build a defense wall in the Andrel Canyon..."
The skeletons of animals alone could flood the entire canyon. By that time, you might even be lying on the ground, being stepped on by those skeletons. "(To be continued)