Sarkozy has been reluctant to mention this matter. Some enemies are as terrifying as orcs and they are better at dormant.
Even though the other side had taken the initiative to extend an olive branch in a series of previous wars, they still could not ignore their threats, but Sarkozy was forced to admit that what Archduke Gros said was reasonable.
He is well aware of the threat of cooperating with the other party, but the Cyril Empire must first survive Dranosh and its millions of orcs.
In the Xirel Empire, in addition to the big businessmen who controlled the country's economic lifeline, the emperor and high-ranking nobles believed that the Holy Empire in the south was the biggest enemy, because the system of the Holy Empire endangered the rights and interests of the nobles.
Moreover, these big businessmen relied on their huge wealth to recruit a large number of private armies, with knights from the Holy Empire serving as commanders. Therefore, these businessmen had the ability to challenge the imperial nobles.
It's just that no one is at odds between the two classes at the moment.
In this case, why not let Emperor Xirel give an order to let the private armies of these merchants march to the northern battlefield to weaken their strength.
Although these businessmen have disloyal intentions, they still have to obey the emperor's orders.
But why the Xirel Empire did not wipe out these merchants was because the economic lifeline of Xirel was controlled by these merchants.
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Exterminating them is not a problem. The problem is that after the eradication is completed, the Xirel Empire will inevitably fall into turmoil. At that time, the free people and serfs who cannot afford food and clothing will rebel against the noble lords.
In this way, after Sarkozy communicated with the Emperor of the Sirel Empire through a magical message, a document from the Sirel Empire stamped with the emperor's seal was issued, recruiting the private armies of the country's big businessmen.
At the same time, in the far west of the Toril continent, in the Nicohara Desert, before the Black Pyramid.
More than two hundred Tomb Kings, all the Tomb Legions, and war equipment were all awakened, and a chariot of the gods drove out from the black pyramid.
Emperor Settra, who has seized part of Nagash's power and became a demigod, is reviewing his army and announcing his decision.
it's time.
The recent battle between the Lake Fairy and the Beast God disturbed the dormant God of Death.
Under the oracle of death, all the undead responded to the call, intending to turn the continent of Toril into the kingdom of the dead.
"The era of the living has passed. The future is destined to be the era of my Nicohara Empire. From today on, I declare that the Nicohara Empire will be great again!"
Settra proudly announced: "Nekaf! Declare my will!"
"yes!"
Settra's most trusted herald, Nekaph, strode out. Nekaph was Settra's hand-picked herald, personal champion and most trusted servant, and swore allegiance to him until the end of eternity.
"Carried by Petra, the God of Death, the Great Emperor, the Immortal Emperor, Kamulikara..."
With such a formal edict, Nekaph began to recite all of Settra's titles.
(two hours later)
"...The edict says, I hereby solemnly declare:"
"Start war with the Albrex Empire!"
"Start war with the Batoria Empire!"
"Start war with the Holy Empire!"
"Start war against the dwarf mountain kingdom!"
"Start war with the high elven kingdoms!"
"Start war with all tribes of orcs!"
"Appreciate this!"
...
The northern part of the Kansas prairie.
The sky was spiraling and swimming, like an oil painting falling into a whirlpool. The huge army stared at this ever-changing spiral, and the colorful and great signals kept changing.
The Orc Emperor Dranosh sat on his throne, and he smelled the changing smell in the air.
Dranosh said nothing. Its boundless orc army had set off, and the mission of bringing the final blow to the human world finally fell on it.
Dranosh thought about its mission, its mission, its power.
The most elite Kor'kron battle group is always surrounding it, waiting for its orders.
"My contractor, the plan of that stupid beast god has failed, and his army has been defeated. Do you know who you should listen to now?"
Until something interrupted Dranosh's thinking, its voice was sad but joyful:
"His power of fertility has been purified, his gifts banished from mortals, and his proud triplets have been dealt with, in a very ridiculous way, all as I predicted.
Idiot! You should have listened to me earlier!"
"The three Groat brothers? They were only killed, but they did not fail."
Dranosh raised his head, and he saw the looming figure of the Lord of Change in the Northern Lights. The Orc Emperor responded with a complete mockery:
"They fulfilled my orders perfectly. Not only did they completely weaken the tribes that refused to surrender to me, they also weakened humanity to the point of near collapse. They were more successful than my best assumptions.
Yes, they were defeated, but that doesn't matter, humanity is left with nothing but a skeleton in the Storm Keep in the north, and they are still complacent, and I will launch the final blow."
"Oh? Really? Is this true? Hehehe, little orc, you probably don't know what you are going to face yet, right? I can tell you that your old enemy, your destined old enemy, has not yet appeared.
.”
The Lord of Change's voice was always filled with emotion, and Dranosh couldn't tell what it was.
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regret?
Ridicule? Expectation?
hope?
Or... longing?
"You only raise questions, never solve them." Dranoche's attitude towards this god was equally contemptuous: "To solve problems, you need a battle ax, not a mouth."
The mysterious god grinned, and his appearance suddenly changed into the Supreme Eagle. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he simply nodded:
"Hehe, let's wait and see. You have to remember, Contractor, everything in the world is within my plan. If you find that things are out of your control, ask me for help!
After all, you are an interesting guy!"
Dranosh didn't want to pay attention to him, and the orc emperor just stared at the magic bird transformed into a mysterious god.
Dranosh's eyes were cold and weary, and the god...
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His expression looks like a smile, but is He really smiling?
Maybe only He himself knows.
"Elves, dwarves, and humans have begun to realize the seriousness of the problem."
Dranosh's tone was very indifferent, and the orc emperor looked at this incarnation of the god with provocative eyes:
"If they could unite early, they might still have a chance to fight me, but now, what else can humans do?"
"The ancient race is not ignorant of your purpose. The elf goddess Lilith is not idle. They have stolen the power of ether in the maelstrom, and those powers should belong to me."
The incarnation of the god first screamed very angrily. He looked furious.
The next second, he immediately became joyful: "But your power can compete with those incarnations, you own us."
"This farcical comedy has come to an end." Delanoche stretched out his hand: "Their resistance is in vain, I will get everything I want.
Humanity will be destroyed, and the rest of the world will follow, and the coming destruction cannot be changed or postponed."
"You will set the world on fire. This is your destiny." The incarnation of the god agreed:
"You will kill the false gods and leave the scars in the mortal world forever, but your final fate is still a mystery."
"I'm not surprised by this, you're a phony piece of shit."
"Iros, your most terrifying enemy." The Lord of Changes became unusually serious. "If you defeat him, you will get everything, otherwise everything will be in vain."
"I know what Iros is in your mouth."
Dranosh's tone remained calm, and he narrowed his eyes:
"I once chopped him into the void with an axe, but my men were defeated."
"It is true that this human child named Iros may kill me."
Delanoche's voice gradually became tired:
"But I can no longer waver... Nothing can scare me, and nothing can make me happy. My heart has long turned into stone."
"I'm very tired. Lord of Changes, or the God of Death, get out of here."