My Summons Are Weird

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The Iris Demon Fox, the Moon Shadow Werewolf, and the Blue Water Mushroom People sent a letter to the Dragon Elders Association in the East Battlefield of Chongrong.

The letter asks why no frontline couriers have reported the breakthrough of the Heavy Wool Field by Cyrel's troops.

According to the previous communication, the Celerian coalition's operation to circumvent the heavy wool battlefield has failed, so the only possibility is that there is a flaw in the frontal battlefield.

Each front of the heavy wool is equipped with harpies, flying dragons and other races with air superiority, collects information, and forwards it to the next-level battlefield, so that they can be fully prepared.

In other words, this was a shameful dereliction of duty. Such dereliction of duty caused many races near the central plains of Mostana to be wiped out, and the Iris Demon Fox was inadvertently blocked by the enemy at the door.

Two days have passed, and the news from Blue Water's sentry is not very good.

The Cyrel army, which contained the throat of the Iris Demon Fox, built a simple fortification on the spot, and sent a large number of cavalry to attack the surrounding races.

They didn't engage in massacres, but wherever they went, they ransacked the locals' food and destroyed their buildings by the way.

Hearing this, the big and small Keluer and the werewolf are relieved, because their territory is within the effective attack range of the Celerian cavalry. If Celerus makes a massacre, his own people, and those innocent civilians of other races Basically doomed.

Lu Yu is an outsider, and his first feeling is completely different from that of the locals.

"It sucks."

Sellers are stationed on the main road that can stop the Iris Fox from transshipping food, which means that if they want to transport food in large quantities, the road must be rough and difficult. Even with the blessing of magic, it will have a subtle impact on the front line.

Of course, under this circumstance that one has to take care of themselves, those who are not on the front line are the next best thing.

Autumn is about to come, and the food is harvested. A large number of races need to store food for the winter to cope with the dead land after the severe cold.

At the moment when the vast white snow falls, all living beings are equal in this land.

Sellers looted the surrounding races, so that they had to be affected by the war and forced to leave their homes.

Now that the major races have formed an alliance, other races have no reason to refuse, and must accept these refugees who have lost their homes and provide them with food.

Because they now belong to the same organization - the Anti-Sellel Alliance.

Not accepting other races means not recognizing the membership of the alliance.

Accepting other races means feeding a large number of refugees with the food of one's own clan.

Perhaps the major races are in agreement when it comes to hating Sellier.

Put a Cyrel in front of them, and everyone snarls and rushes to tear him to pieces.

But when the anti-Selers need to give up their own interests, and even the chance to live, how many people can unswervingly say "Yes, we are members of the alliance, I am willing to give my bowl of rice to A companion"?

These races have had grievances with each other for a long time. Because of Sellier, everyone is talented and works together, which can be a kind of friendship that only exists on the surface among the people.

It is foreseeable that the Celerians looted in place and stuck to the front lines behind the enemy in order to corrupt the situation in the rear.

There are masters in this Celerian army.

But Lu Yu didn't understand one thing.

An army with little sustenance entering the enemy's rear alone basically means that he needs to fight non-stop, and if he wants to return safely in the end, he must face numerous interceptions.

Generally, such a team is mainly light, and full cavalry is the norm, but this army of Celier is equipped with a large number of infantry.

Either this army is smashing into the central region of Mostana with the belief that it will die.

Or, they have great confidence that after roaming behind enemy lines, they can still triumph without the army collapsing.

If it's the latter... what's their confidence?

Orcus found it difficult to stand up for himself, although according to the pre-war concept, it only needed to loot and make the major races of Mostana plagued by refugees and food shortages. Generally speaking, as long as the direct impact A confrontation to the front is considered a strategic success.

But just looting was clearly not the norm, because the Seriel army was hungry.

The cavalry is the elite among the elites selected from the various armies of Sellier, and their training for many years is for the war.

The blood and head of the enemy are their important sources of military merit. In order to exchange for promotion and more money, they can't wait to turn all the aliens they see into corpses and cut off their ears.

Although the strength of the infantry is not as good as that of these well-trained cavalry, they can boldly expect military merit to change their titles, but they can also boldly expect gold and silver treasures.

The captives of elves and magic foxes can be exchanged for high bounties, and can even be directly applied for as private slaves.

Orcs such as werewolves can be sold to merchants in the port, bringing huge wealth to themselves...

Numerous desires are intertwined, making the plans formulated by the Imperial Commander and His Majesty gradually deformed.

"That's what Your Majesty and the great nobles said. They know better than anyone that this desire is uncontrollable. This is an excellent fuel to drive the Celerians to expand their territory. Once this valve is closed, their The will to fight will plummet."

General Luo Da never understood why Orcus was so gloomy. In his opinion, everything in the empire was developing for the better.

Brave soldiers are expanding their frontiers, and the mighty empire is rising like a scorching sun, about to hang above the sky of Mostana, illuminating everything here.

Each of them can grab a lot of benefits from this land, gain a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and their desire for power to rebuke Fang Qiu is infinitely magnified here, making them like gods.

It is not the gods who stand among these races, who have enjoyed blood, food and faith... but them.

Three seven-staff magicians, three imperial generals, they are the masters of this land.

Luo Da instructed the soldiers to **** the captured snakemen to their statues, which were monstrous snake heads with fangs like porcupines.

Luo Da squatted down unhurriedly, seeing the horror in the snake people's eyes and their trembling bodies because of their unease.

He asked the snake man to narrate the legend of the snake **** to him, and then asked with a smile, "your snake **** or me, who is greater?"

When the snake man answered that it was a snake god, Luo Ta would smile and let the soldiers draw out their steel knives and kill the person.

"I have an idea that can make you die and make you live, but the snake **** can only stare blankly at all this... Compared with me, you are more willing to believe in the snake god?"

Lota, who believed in Mendila, the **** of creation of Celere, always did this to the gods of other races. He and Izarebi, the seven-staff, pushed down the gods of the surrounding races one by one, and laughed and compared themselves to the pioneers of enlightening the ignorant. , so that the gods that condense racial fetters and beliefs are stained with the blood of the clansmen one by one.

Orcus, who had seen this scene for the first time, no longer opened his mouth.

At first, he would try to stop it, but when he found out that among the six people, only himself seemed so out of place, and no matter what he said, the remaining five people just agreed and never listened, and Orkus was tired.

The commander's practice directly affected the Seventh Army.

Soldiers who thought they were sent by the creator **** Mendila to enlighten the barbarians had no moral scruples.

The soldiers who originally followed Orcus's advice and did not intend to kill aliens indiscriminately heard their companions show off how many prey they had harvested today, and how much military merit they had obtained; The sound of joy echoed in the tent; ropes were tied around the necks of the strange-looking aliens, and their skin was directly engraved with how many gold coins they could sell.

Orcus' voice was muffled.

He stubbornly wanted to try one last time, but the fox that Sunafa had stuffed into his tent made him grin silently.

Orcus didn't know why he was laughing, his throat was dry and his mouth was like a bitter gourd.

Orkus, who could no longer control his emotions, gradually calmed down after seeing the big shining eyes of the magic fox and the uneasy twisting tail.

Orkus sat in front of the desk, quietly looking at the magic fox.

"name."

Orcus thought that the magic fox could not understand the Mostana language, and raised his head.

At this moment, the magic fox spoke timidly.

"bread…"

Orcus glanced at his desktop, the fresh bread that the logistics had just assigned to him.

Orkus did not dislike this demon fox who was so daring enough to beg him for food. He sent the basket of bread to the fox with magic power.

"Tell me your name before you eat."

The magic fox squeezed its furry little hands in panic: "Bread..."

This time Orcus reacted.

"Your name is bread?"

Demon Fox nodded.

Orkus sighed feebly, no matter what race, the expectations of people at the bottom for their children are often directly reflected in their names.

Seeing that Orcus didn't mean to take back the bread, "Bread" ate it.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me?"

As the bread chewed, he replied, "It's useless to be afraid. What should happen will happen sooner or later... If I can, I don't want to starve to death."

For this free and easy idea, Orcus expressed appreciation.

He just admired the eating and broadcasting of bread.

The bread is not very big, and it reaches his waist. This appearance, this age, reminds Orcus of the childhood of his daughter Karani.

The child who once hugged him and wanted to hug was getting farther and farther away from him, and he didn't even want him to appear at the wedding ceremony.

Despite knowing that Karani was in the Seventh Army, Orkus never visited her.

He didn't want to be perfunctory by his daughter's expression of coping with her superiors.

The bread she ate too quickly choked, and her blushing face stayed on Orcus' water glass.

Orcus handed her the water, and when she was full, she began to work at the desk.

Without raising his head, he said, "You live with me for the time being, and I will tell others that you are my newly hired servant. Later, you will get a sign from me, which will prevent you from being attacked. The barracks bullied."

"Don't disturb me during my work and experiments, otherwise, I will take back the brand."

"Do I need to make something else to eat?"

"No, I have leftovers here every day. If you want to eat, just help me eat it up." Orcus waved annoyedly, "Now I'm going to start the experiment, you go outside and guard."

When the bread left, Orcus' face darkened.

"How long can I hold on..."

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The special envoy of the Dragon Clan Elders came to Lanshui on the fourth day of the three-clan joint communication.

It was not the pure blood dragon who came, but three half-dragon men.

Pale golden vertical pupils, slightly curly hair, gray-brown dragon horns shaped like goat horns, covered with hard, light green scales, and a slender tail.

This was the first time Sigrid had seen her kin, so she couldn't help but glance at the crowd.

The fog demon was straightforward, and whispered directly in Sigrid's ear.

"The corners are not as thick as yours, the luster is not strong, the taupe is too ugly, or your color that looks like a gradient is handsome."

Because I have never seen Sigrid's dragon-like appearance, the mist demon only compared the horns.

The praise of the fog demon was particularly useful to Sigrid. She raised her chest and raised her head, and said arrogantly: "There is also a big gap between the Yalong people."

The dragon envoy explained the lack of information in the mushroom castle.

The reason is that the Elves Coalition Forces on the Western Front are constantly carrying out "strategic shifts". During this process, several courier flying dragons responsible for information collection and the coalition forces were attacked by Seriel and eventually the entire army was annihilated.

Because of the disconnected relationship, the elves did not know that the team on the side of the flying dragon had been destroyed, and thought that after the battlefield was divided, the information brought by each of them for the battle was not smooth.

And this gap was seized by Celer's team that only penetrated into the middle of Mostana.

Fortunately, Sellier's army also seems to be suspicious of this.

When they entered the rear without receiving any resistance, they were not only careful when marching on the plains and did not dare to move forward quickly, but also carefully set up ambushes.

Da Ke Lu'er was not satisfied with the explanation of the dragon clan. She asked with a serious expression: "The coalition and friendly forces have been out of contact for so long, and they don't send any information to the rear. Is this the ability of the dragon clan to dispatch?"

Xiao Ke Lu'er poked her sister's waist with her elbow, but Da Ke Lu'er was unmoved and looked directly at the three envoys.

The faces of the three dragon special envoys froze, and their voices became cold.

"Iris, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and mistakes will inevitably be made in the dispatch of the coalition commander."

"Your mistakes have caused the Iris family to be blocked by more than 10,000 Celerian elites now~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They are now wreaking havoc on our territory, looting, and the displacement of civilians of a large number of races!"

"The elites of Iris are all on the front line, unreservedly assisting the giants in fighting the fierce attack of Celer, there is not much combat power in the clan, your mistakes may kill countless people of my clan!"

"I don't want to listen to any mistakes, I want solutions, ways to remedy!"

The dragon special envoy stated calmly: "The elders will temporarily be unable to dispatch the power of the front line to solve the plight of Iris. Once Iris is rescued, the front line will be greatly restrained."

"There are many races in the south of Mostana that can gather their own strength to fight against the Celerian army. There are still many who have not joined the coalition. Iris can completely persuade them."

The special envoy of the Dragon Race said with a smile: "The enemy is only a mere 10,000 people. As long as the races in the south of Mostana unite, the predicament of Iris will soon be resolved."