Monarch of Evernight: Forty-one Emerald Sea
bsp;Training half a million werewolves is not as simple as just issuing some weapons and armor.
Qianye requires that all werewolves must be mixed with the new human army, and the battles must be fought with mixed forces. The complexity of such training has doubled, and higher standards have been set for the selection of werewolf warriors.
Those who are physically strong but have strong primitive animal nature and disobey orders will not be selected. In the past, they were an indispensable part of the werewolf army. Once on the battlefield, their violent temper breaks out, and they will charge regardless of life and death. This is the best card in the hand of the werewolf commander.
But Qianye seemed to be dismissive of such warriors, leaving no place for them in the mixed army. In this way, if you want to prepare 500,000 troops, almost every large tribe needs to be mobilized. This workload is astronomical.
Don’t want cannon fodder? Faced with this situation, Eskar said nothing, but in her heart she didn't know what to say. It's a good thing that Qianye didn't use werewolves as cannon fodder, but? !
The human race's new army training originally had a set of established methods, but now all of them have been overturned by Qianye, and the quick training method created by Song Zining in the Dark Fire Mercenaries has been adopted. So Xu Jingxuan’s workload is not small.
At this moment, the four of them were exhausted, each holding a thick stack of to-do items in their hands. Song Hui said unintentionally: "With such a large army, I don't know who to fight."
One sentence woke everyone up, basic mobilization is just that, but different opponents will still have different preparation details. The more detailed you think about this aspect in advance, the greater your chances of winning and the smaller your losses will be. .
Song Lun then looked at Xu Jingxuan and said, "You are from Yong Lu. Let's talk about it."
Xu Jingxuan looked at Eskar, "I am still separated by the Grand Corridor and the Emerald Sea. Even two months ago, I was thinking about how to resist the werewolf attack. How could I care about something so far away? Ask him Go! ”
Aiska smiled bitterly, "Don't forget, even I am separated by the Emerald Sea. The ancestral map of our tribe didn't even draw the edge of the Emerald Sea. You ask me what's over there, How do I know?"
"Why don't you ask some tribal chiefs from the Emerald Sea to ask?" Song Hui suggested.
"Just as it should be."
A moment later, the werewolf chief with bright feathers on his head walked into the conference room. His first words were: "You also know that I am the smartest chief in the Emerald Sea! Just ask me about this matter. Right! By the way, what do you want to ask?"
The turkey chief in front of him has a fat head and big ears, and is twice as big as an ordinary werewolf. He doesn't look intelligent. His past reputation was that he was reckless but not very wise. It was just because of his good luck that the tribe continued to grow and develop.
Among the first batch of tribes to surrender, his tribe was the largest and its territory was located in the west, so Eskar was the first to find him. The size of the werewolf tribe also affects the amount of information obtained. Many messages will not reach small tribes at all.
A few people looked at each other, and finally Eskar said: "Hawk, how much do you know about the forces on the other side of the Emerald Sea?"
Hoke said carelessly: "There is nothing I don't know! To the west of the Emerald Sea, there are some werewolves and humans, and to the south there are some werewolves and humans. Oh, there may be some other races, but it's not important anyway. ”
Having said this is like saying nothing.
Song Lun looked at Aiska and said, "Can you find a tribe that is actually on the western border to ask?"
Aska shook his head, "It's too far away, and those tribes haven't surrendered yet."
Xu Jingxuan's eyes lit up, "Isn't there a target now? Defeat those tribes first!"
While everyone was having a heated discussion, in the command room, Qianye was facing the entire Yonglu map and was thinking about the next step of action.
This map clearly marks the distribution of forces in various parts of the continent, as well as mineral resources, etc. It is top-secret information of the empire. Qianye has always kept it by himself, and will only take it out and copy part of it when needed. Make a plan.
After taking over the Emerald Sea, Qianye’s original plan was to rest for a while and sort out the internal affairs of the territory first. But he didn't expect that most of the werewolves would switch to his side. In order not to leave tens of millions of werewolves idle, the pace of expansion must be further accelerated.
A few days later, the battlefield was finally cleared. Qianye's mixed troops escorted hundreds of thousands of prisoners and set off again to the capital of the Emerald Sea, the City of Blue Waves.
With a huge team, we walked several hundred kilometers for several days. As soon as he entered the center of the Emerald Sea, a vast expanse of water appeared in front of Qianye. Even if you stand on the deck of the battle cruiser, a hundred meters above the ground, you can't see the end of the water.
The blue tide gently laps the rocky shore, and the sound of the waves is soft and long. There are patches of blue or green rocks on the shore, making the originally clear and transparent water look like a huge emerald in the field of vision.
This piece of water is actually an inland lake, but it is extremely huge and stretches for hundreds of kilometers, so it is called the Emerald Sea, and the entire area gets its name from this.
After walking along the Emerald Coast for another half day, a majestic city appeared in front of the army.
The city is located on a peninsula extending into the lake. The city wall is thirty meters high. Looking from a distance, it looks extraordinary. The tallest main building in the city is 100 meters high, and the huge terrace on the top overlooks the entire Emerald Sea. The city wall is extremely thick, and there is a protruding bastion at regular intervals. From a defensive point of view, it can be said to be impregnable.
The castle itself is already very large, and outside the castle is a larger residential area that extends beyond the peninsula. It's just that most of the buildings outside the city are short and dilapidated. They are slums by imperial standards.
When the army arrived, you could see panic inside and outside the castle, but it soon calmed down.
The news of the fall of the Bone Duke and the annihilation of the Emerald Sea Tribe coalition has long since reached the City of Blue Waves. Eskar also sent envoys in advance to stabilize the situation. The world of werewolves is one where the weak eat the strong, and the strong is king. The Duke of Bones is dead and Qianye is regarded as the new king. These werewolves at the lower level just have a new object of worship. For them, life is no different.
The vanguard army spread out outside the City of Blue Waves and formed a military formation, and then Qianye's battle patrol slowly descended. When Qianye stepped out of the battleship, hundreds of werewolves were already lined up on both sides of the road, waiting respectfully.
All of these werewolves are powerful knights. Although most of them are knights and barons, they are already a force that cannot be underestimated. They were all gorgeously dressed, with weapons and armor full of carvings and patterns. They were either rich or noble, either chiefs and priests, or members of powerful clans in the city.
When they saw Qianye, these werewolves had confusion on their faces. You looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what to do. From the appearance and momentum, Qianye should be the person they are waiting for here.
But Qianye is too young. That does not mean that his appearance is well maintained, but that he is truly young. In addition, they didn't feel the slightest breath of force from Qianye. He looked like an ordinary person, but the sense of oppression he brought to them was suffocating.
Aiska followed Qianye, and when he saw this, he quickly lowered his voice and said: "Sir, breath!"
Qianye realized this and released a ray of dark gold blood energy. In an instant, the abyssal aura originating from the eternal river of blood reached the depths of every werewolf's blood, causing them to tremble involuntarily. With a thud, the werewolf chief closest to Qianye fell to the ground on his knees. Immediately afterwards, the werewolves knelt down one by one, lying on the ground, extremely respectfully.
Carol's expression changed, and her eyes became profound as she looked at Qianye.
At this moment, Qianye gave her a different feeling, more ethereal and elusive. That deep and obscure feeling is like facing a bottomless sinkhole. After the battle with the Bone Duke, Qianye seemed to be making progress every moment. His breath would be different every other day. I really don’t know how strong he is now.
Looking at the werewolf kneeling down, Qianye regained his strength, turned into an ordinary person again, and said: "Everyone, get up, let's go into the city and take a look."
The werewolves were still kneeling and didn't move until Qianye passed by before they dared to stand up and follow behind. Among the dark races, the suppression derived from the power of blood is particularly obvious, and the huge difference in rank has evened out the opposition between the races. For these powerful werewolves, all they experienced was the terrifying pressure of Qianye, and their natural resistance to blood had long since fled to who knows where.
A priest with white beard and hair walked up, followed Qianye, and said: "When the Duke was here, I was the chief priest of the city. It has been more than three hundred years now. Everyone in this city A change is engraved in the depths of my soul, so next, I will be the one to explain it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Qianye nodded.
From the outside of the city to the castle gate, there is an avenue tens of meters wide, paved with gravel, and it looks extraordinary. However, both sides of the avenue are full of low-rise shanties. When you look at them from a distance, you don’t think they look like much. Now when you take a closer look, you find that each room is made of wooden pillars and straw mats. It is so simple that it even lacks doors and windows. It is basically just a house. A shed that can barely keep out the rain.
The furniture in the shacks is also extremely simple. Most of them have no beds, just hay on the ground. Not every cabinet has them. Most of the tables and chairs that can be seen are in dilapidated condition. It is common for them to have missing legs. Branches were hastily **** instead.
The stench in the shanty town is so bad that people feel like vomiting. The werewolves in the primitive tribal form didn't feel anything at all and had long been accustomed to this smell. But the human race cannot.
Qianye remained calm as the Force quietly enveloped his whole body, blocking out all smells. But those mercenary generals didn't have this ability. They all had grimaces and looked like they were about to cry. Song Hui's face was even pale and she looked like she would vomit at any time.
Qianye saw her and could only let her go back to the battle patrol to rest. The mercenary generals, including Xu Jingxuan, were not so lucky. Each of them had no choice but to follow Qianye into the city.
The road into the city seems to be endless. In the shantytowns on both sides, more and more werewolves appeared, standing on both sides of the road, silently watching the group of people entering the city. Most of them have numb eyes and dirty bodies. They don't have the ferocity and bloodthirst that is common in werewolves, and some are just thin and decadent.
"I didn't expect that there were such werewolves." A mercenary general muttered softly.
Eskar has sensitive ears, and after hearing it, he just said: "There are poor people everywhere, and werewolves are no exception."
"Why don't they go to the great cloister?"
"After going to the Grand Corridor, life is worse than death. It is better to stay here. At least every other year, there is still a chance to go to heaven."
The mercenary general asked carefully and found out that the Duke of Bones selects a group of young werewolves every year, nominally accepting them as disciples. In fact, most of them are just servants and slaves in the palace. It is a blessing to be able to become guards.
However, even though he is only a servant, and even though the Duke of Bones rarely appears in the Duke's Palace in the city once a year, for the low-level werewolves, this is still an opportunity to rise to the top in one step. Therefore, many werewolves gather outside the city just for the slim chance that comes once every two years.
Normally when the chief priests in the city need manpower, these poor werewolves outside the city are just coolies or even cannon fodder. Hundreds of thousands of werewolves survived by relying on a few crumbs of food that fell from the big man's fingers.
What Qianye saw was different from others. He noticed that among the werewolves watching, there were basically no older people. More than half were obviously young werewolves, and the rest were mostly young people.