In the bright military camp, the old knight strode in with a large intelligence roll that still exuded some heat.
The staff member who was studying the Demonic Defense Line with a frown raised his head when he heard the sound. He was a little puzzled by this.
The current situation is clear enough, and head-on attack and protection are the biggest challenges they face now.
Playing conspiracy is not the custom of the Burning Legion.
When hard power can directly crush it, any expenditure of intelligence is unnecessary.
What's more, the Burning Legion, with Balrogs and Shadow Demons as its main organized races, is even more keen on this kind of pure destruction.
However, the staff did not say anything. He and the old knight have been partners for a long time.
He understood the old knight, and he was not exaggerating.
"Unknown forces appeared in the natural elf area and repelled the first attacks of the Burning Legion, forcing them to build strategic fortifications based on fortresses in the Huaraz Mountains."
As the old knight spoke, he placed the information volume on the table.
Then, he marked a gray area with a red line on the battle map in the middle that they originally set to represent the fall.
"Unknown forces?"
The staff looked at the area marked by the old knight and fell into thinking.
For a world where plane consciousness remains active, the invasion from the void will inevitably be counterattacked.
Sometimes, it appears as some kind of indescribable doom and curse.
And sometimes, there are endless heroes.
When an entire world faces a threat, it can rarely be solved by an independent individual.
"It could very well be good news, but we don't have the energy to get into it right now."
The staff thought for a while and then looked at the old knight and said.
"Unknown huge roar? Massive goblins like a natural disaster?"
The staff member picked up the information roll on the side and looked at it. The trivial and amateurish description on it gave him a headache.
This is the original record of intelligence transmission, provided by cave tribes close to the natural spirit area.
There is a deviation in the transmission of information, and as the number of intermediate links increases, this deviation will continue to increase.
For non-underground intelligence work, it is necessary to provide original intelligence information.
This is the intelligence agency of the human kingdom, a system formed during a long process of internal unification.
As long as the intelligence of intelligent life is greater than 10 points, unification will be an arduous and complex epic task.
It took a long enough bloody struggle and conspiracies for the human kingdom to reach its current social system.
Unfortunately, fate does not seem to give them enough opportunities to develop and grow.
The aide forced himself to read the information provided by the cave tribe carefully.
Then, he looked at the identification results of each of the central intelligence agencies on the information at the back of the intelligence volume.
That occupies at least two-thirds of the entire intelligence volume.
"There is no precedent for natural elves to drive goblins, and I have never heard of a high-level wild druid who is good at bear transformation."
"Besides, I don't think it's a goblin."
"Even in the era of Narhat, when the goblins were the most powerful, they never showed the level of strength that they could independently compete with the Burning Legion as a group and gain the upper hand."
"We can barely support it now because we have a large number of fortifications built in the early stage and the coordination between various races."
"Being outside the norm means risks, and I wouldn't recommend engaging with them until the situation stabilizes."
After a long time, the staff member who read the entire contents of the intelligence volume analyzed this.
"I agree with your judgment, but there are always people who want to do stupid things."
The old knight tapped the scabbard of his sword, and then said in a slightly low voice.
The pressure of these days made him feel like he had returned to the days when he was fighting against the rebels when he was young.
He hated those guys who had already unified the human kingdom and still came out to stir up trouble.
From the eldest son of a farmer to the protector knight of the human kingdom who bears the highest medal, this road has never been so smooth and broad.
"When things are calm, they make good tinkerers."
The staff member said pointedly.
"But now, what the Kingdom, humanity, and the Federation need is a heavy hammer to destroy all invading enemies!"
The old knight suddenly said excitedly.
His fingers pressed a deep mark on the scabbard of his sword.
Looking at the somewhat shapeless scabbard, the old knight hung it aside.
He did not appreciate such flimsy weapons. The heavy hammer and shield were his lifelong beliefs.
"Maybe power does change something."
"When they were young, they were all excellent commanders, soldiers and adventurers."
"And now, all I see is a bunch of slick politicians!"
"It's like something blinded them!"
The old knight shook his head, he was a little puzzled by the changes in these people.
"According to the wartime schedule, you need to rest. After 5 hours, you need to implement the thirty-fourth sequence of combat plans."
Suddenly the staff member looked at the timer on the table, and then said to the old knight.
The old knight nodded and walked directly into the room inside to rest.
Ideas are ideas, and battles are battles. According to the old knight, keeping pure ideas when facing a battle will prevent you from dying a useless death.
As for other things, that will happen after the battle.
"Amazing will..."
After the old knight fell asleep, the staff stared at the battle situation picture in front of them and thought to themselves.
But my old friend, the burning has already begun.
Tough as steel, it is nothing but a rolling torrent in the flames...
Countless civilizations that are as bright as stars have proven that royal power is not eternal.
Do you think that the crimson burning in the sky is just the crackling fire that burns wood?
No, it is still hot in a deeper place...
The staff member hunched over and put away the scattered documents around him.
This is the 1532nd life he has experienced.
He is like the most consummate actor, working conscientiously to maintain and perform.
By the end, reality and illusion have begun to blur.
Let the fire be bigger...
The staff member stared at the battle map in front of him, as if he saw a rising fire.
No one can completely interpret their own world, and no one has imprinted the unchanging truth.
To demons, the definition of burning is pure destruction.
But like a staff member, there is also a new definition...
What rots will burn to ashes.
And the tough ones shine brightly in the sting of wounds.
Not for the goodness of my heart, not for the justice of the world, but to make the world hot and full of fire...
This is also the Burning Legion...
It is the diverse evils that have created their lasting notoriety, rather than a simple arson group...