Chapter 1755: Chapter 125: Political Maneuvering
Upon reviewing the contents recorded in the Memory Stone, the smile on Hudson’s face grew wider.
Sanctuary Powerhouses are strategic weapons anywhere. Taking down thirteen formidable enemies in one go is an achievement that can rock the Continent.
Apart from mythical legends, Hudson has never seen a battle capable of killing thirteen Sanctuary beings in his many years of campaigning.
The process of the battle was indeed very mystical, but this was not important; he only needed the final result.
Seeing a trace of fatigue appear on everyone’s faces, Hudson said accordingly.
“You have all just returned from the great grasslands, and must already be tired. Why not take a short rest first.
The victory celebration will be held in three days. By then, frontline generals and border lords who can make it will come to celebrate with you all!”
The victory celebration had always been in preparation, because the results were underestimated beforehand, the scale was much lower than this.
Even if these powerhouses do not care about appearances, achieving such a brilliant victory requires the Kingdom to make a statement.
How to handle it specifically is not something Hudson needs to worry about.
He only needs to report the military merit truthfully, and the subsequent awarding of merits and rewards is the responsibility of the Kingdom Government.
The three-day reserve is both to allow the participating strongmen to recover and to give the Kingdom time to prepare.
No matter how the rewards are calculated, the Capital will surely send people to attend the victory celebration.
Gathering numerous frontline generals and border lords here is something said for Princess Madelena to hear.
Her hard work is precisely to boost her prestige among the Kingdom Aristocrats, and Hudson naturally needs to help build the stage.
It also allows her to feel the influence of this Human Marshal of hers within the army, reducing unnecessary trouble.
“Thank you, Marshal, for your consideration. We will not disturb you then!”
Princess Madelena replied with a radiant smile, and no one expressed dissent, seemingly acknowledging her as the representative.
In the circle of strongmen, strength determines the right to speak. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
Clearly, Princess Madelena gained everyone’s approval through actual deeds, or rather instilled fear in them.
Not to mention these participants, even Hudson himself was equally wary of such a method that could influence personal luck.
In fact, Hudson can also utilize similar methods.
Manipulating the threads of destiny can also kill, but the backlash from the power of destiny is somewhat terrifying.
Princess Madelena’s own cultivation is not yet up to his level. Being able to wield the Law of Calamity with ease must be related to the authority she holds.
From the situation of the great battle, it was evident that it could affect the Sanctuary Powerhouses.
In normal times, this has little impact; but once in a melee, any accident can be fatal.
The result of the Bakuo’er Tribe battle had already been conveyed to the Orc High Levels.
“This is impossible!”
King Bimon was the first to lose his composure.
Against the backdrop of glorious victories on various fronts, this battle report was too shocking.
It’s one thing to return defeated, but the key is that they didn’t even have the opportunity to come back.
The Sanctuary Powerhouses sent to assist were annihilated, and less than one-tenth of the participating army survived, the only result being that they severely injured the enemy forces.
“King Bimon is right. We had previously investigated the strength of the invaders; their forces in the Bakuo’er Tribe could not possibly achieve such a decisive victory.
According to the information from surviving soldiers, the two armies remained evenly matched on the battlefield, and in the clash of strongmen, we were even gaining an edge.
No matter how powerful the enemy, it’s impossible for them to turn the tables directly; there must be another reason behind it.
Either the invaders were far more powerful than we estimated, or the neighbor next door intervened, or they joined forces.”
The Hawkman Emperor analyzed gravely.
Being able to analyze the problem does not equate to solving it.
No matter the cause, the loss of power is always real.
Especially the final speculation, if the Alpha Kingdom colluded with the invaders to deliver a pincer attack, it’s even more disastrous.
“The likelihood of a collusion is low. As the continent’s hegemon, the Human Race must be concerned about its reputation.
Alien invaders are public enemies on the Continent, colluding with such…”
Halfway through his speech, the Boar King stopped himself.
The expressions on the faces of others were too obviously derisive, showing his reasoning was stuck in the mindset of the previous era.
Since the various races on the Continent split into two camps, the Human Race has become the enemy of all, who would care about the enemy’s opinions!
Denying everything is akin to nothing happening.
The Human Alliance’s constraints over the nations have never been strong enough to regulate everybody’s behavior.
As long as the interests of the Human Race are not harmed and internal political game rules are not challenged, other issues are minor, and the Alliance never interferes.
Even if a dirty trick is used against Different Races, it’s not a significant issue.
“Now is not the time to discuss these matters; with so many powerhouses lost at once, let’s first consider how to explain it to our ally?”
The Bearman Emperor stated the crux with annoyance.
Among the thirteen Sanctuary Powerhouses lost, only four were from the native Orc Empire, the rest were support from allies.
Apart from the preoccupied Ancient Heritage Alliance, various powers in the Anti-Human Alliance have now all bled for them.
They provided the intelligence; something happened, so an explanation must be given.
“The responsibility definitely cannot be shirked; even if we are willing to give compensation, they wouldn’t be able to obtain it.