Chapter 1601: Chapter 68: Sudden Turn of Events _2
After finishing a cup of tea, Hudson slowly said, “Send a reply to the defenders at both locations, telling them to hold on. Reinforcements will arrive as quickly as possible.
The original battle plan remains unchanged. Don’t let the enemy’s actions disrupt our own strategies.
Pass down the order: starting tomorrow, increase the marching task to fifty miles. Let each unit prepare accordingly!”
If unsure of what to do, the best way is to remain unchanged to adapt to all changes.
On the battlefield, the less you fuss, the fewer mistakes you’ll make.
Even though the Giant Centipede and the Demonic Crocodile Clan both come from the Earth Core World, wherever there is interest, there is bound to be conflict. Hudson does not believe they can cooperate closely.
Just the issue of command rights alone could make these two races fight desperately.
Even among humans, coming from different countries, the Allied Forces have considerable internal friction.
If it weren’t for Hudson’s high reputation suppressing these conflicts, the Allied Forces wouldn’t be as quiet as they are now.
Reflecting on past continental conflicts, cross-species joint operations often result in outcomes where 1+1<2.
The Allied Forces decided to wait for an opportunity, and the guards of Bofeil Province, caught in between, were the first to suffer misfortune.
Facing the joint attack of the two major races, the once firm defensive line was quickly breached with a single thrust.
The defenders were forced to abandon their outer positions and retreat into several fortresses for their final resistance.
With the rumbling of the Magic Crystal Cannons, the bloody offensive and defensive battle began.
The old enemies of the Earth Core World, at this moment, successfully joined forces.
“Brother Centipede, long time no see, I missed you…”
The enthusiasm of the Demonic Crocodile King was truly overwhelming for the King Centipede.
If the two races had a good relationship, it would be fine. The problem is that they’ve been fighting endlessly, and now they’ve brought a powerful enemy to the Demonic Crocodile Clan.
Under normal circumstances, meeting in this setting without slamming the table and cursing is considered having decorum.
Calling each other brothers right off the bat is clearly with ulterior motives.
The most heartbreaking thing for the King Centipede is the roaring sound of the Magic Crystal Cannons!
Originally thought to be exclusive to the dominant Human Race of this continent, who would have thought the Demonic Crocodile Army was also heavily equipped.
With heavy weaponry like the Magic Crystal Cannon acquired, naturally all other surface world weaponry isn’t a problem either.
This is the gap when others have war tools they don’t.
Adding to the previous two major battles’ defeats, which cost a lot of forces, the military strength of the Giant Centipede is now lagging behind the Demonic Crocodile Clan.
The imbalance in strength means in the upcoming cooperation between the two races, the power and influence will heavily skew towards the Demonic Crocodile Clan.
In an instant, the King Centipede understood the motives of the Demonic Crocodile King. No wonder he was acting so warmly; he aimed to recruit them as little brothers.
Upon realizing this, the King Centipede was angry on the spot.
They are all strong races in the Earth Core World, having opposed each other for thousands of years, so why should they become little brothers?
Such audacity towards the centipedes!
But as the anger reached the tip of his tongue, the King Centipede forcibly suppressed it.
Now wasn’t the time to turn hostile; besides needing to team up with the enemy to fight a powerful common foe, they also desired the Earth Core Passage in the hands of the Demonic Crocodile Clan.
Having lost contact with their homeland for more than half a month, who knows what chaos has erupted below?
If they can’t restore contact in time, the Giant Centipede’s foundation in the Earth Core World might collapse.
Even if they could secure a foothold on the Continent of Aslante, the foundation in the Earth Core World cannot be abandoned!
After all, the surface is rich in all materials, but only mineral resources fall short of the Earth Core World.
“Brother Demonic Crocodile, this… little brother… this time…”
Having been in a high position long enough, the art of flattery had faded. Wanting to go along and climb the pole, the words became hesitant again on reaching his mouth.
Your safe arrival is what’s important. Everything else is in the past and needless to dwell on.
We, both originating from the Earth Core World, need to seize a foundation from the dominant Human Race of this continent, and now is the time for genuine unity.
Everyone should focus ahead…”
After a round of warm banalities, the high command of the two races began a meeting banquet, full of toasts and conviviality.
Unfortunately, all was just appearances; when it came to specific interests, the Demonic Crocodile King always fobbed them off.
The only benefit was the use of the Earth Core Passage, permitted by the Demonic Crocodile King, though limited to not allow more than three centipedes to pass.
With each harboring their own agendas, the alliance still gathered the strength of both races, making the guards of Bofeil Province the biggest victims.
Perhaps to showcase their strength to each other, neither race held back, leading to an especially fierce battle on the field.
A castle fell, followed by another, and so the chain of misfortunes continued, keeping defenders downhearted.
If not for the fact that outside the castle walls were the Different Races, making surrender a likely death sentence, the defenders would have long since collapsed.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
“Quick, protect the Governor!”
The guards reacted quickly, leaping in front of Count Bobaca, swinging their weapons furiously to fend off the enemy’s arrows.
At the cost of the lives of more than a dozen guards, Count Bobaca finally withdrew from the walls.
Yet the conspicuous behavior of the guards revealed Count Bobaca’s identity.
Sensing an opportunity, three Demonic Crocodile Sanctuary Powerhouses suddenly launched an attack, heading straight for Count Bobaca.
Noticing something was wrong, the two Sanctuary Powerhouses stationed in the city hurriedly moved to intercept.
The instant they clashed, the two felt cold sweat break out on their brows. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield saw an increase of six more enemy Sanctuary, surrounding them from all sides.
Obviously, Count Bobaca, who had repeatedly inspected the city defenses, had long been exposed to the enemy. They had been patient, aiming to lure these two out.
Sanctuary Powerhouses are a valuable asset to any race, and under normal circumstances, they are hard to kill.
Before the Giant Centipedes arrived, the Demonic Crocodile Clan had to handle two fronts; the two could still manage.
Now it’s different; with enemy reinforcements increasing, the number of usable strongmen has skyrocketed.
The situation was unique; the enemy had set the trap long ago, just waiting for these two to fall in.
Lived for centuries, their response time in the emergency was remarkably fast. Without hesitation, the two quickly decided to break out separately.
The city could no longer be cared for; the immediate priority was to preserve their lives.
But it was still a step too late; a centipede and a Demonic Crocodile each blocked the two’s retreat.
The blonde elder shouted angrily.
Before, the Demonic Crocodile Clan had sent Sanctuary Powerhouses of the First Level to confront him, making him mistakenly believe the strongest enemy was at the First Level of the Sanctuary.
Previously, the Earth Core races invading the continent had their strongest mostly at the First Level of the Sanctuary, with races having a Second Order being strong tribes in the Earth Core World.
With an advantage of a higher small realm, even if unable to defeat the enemy, he could at least escape calmly.
It was this judgment that cost the blonde elder his life. The foe blocking him was clearly of the same realm, with personal strength even slightly superior.
After a brief entanglement, the blonde elder was already engulfed in an assault by four Demonic Crocodiles.
Similarly, his companion on another front was ensnared in the same predicament, only being surrounded by Giant Centipedes instead.
Thank you for the compliment, it is an honor for us!”
The leading Demonic Crocodile in the Sanctuary chuckled teasingly.
Discussing such matters with them was outright laughable.
Growing up in the pitch-black Earth Core World, concepts of righteousness and morals were absent, leaving only the law of the jungle.
Upon seeing this, the fury-stricken blonde elder made a quick decision: Since he was destined to die here today, he’d take as many foes as possible down with him!
With the resolve to go down fighting, the blonde elder became frenzied in battle, indifferent even to injuries.
Realizing the enemy’s desperation, the Demonic Crocodiles in the Sanctuary involved in the siege grew fearful, afraid of becoming unfortunate casualties.