In early autumn of this year, in the Serre Federation, which has suffered from war and famine, an undercurrent that is indescribable and unknown is quietly beginning to surge.

On the outskirts of Eltabo, the capital of the federal government, there were countless sneaky figures gathered in a copper mountain mine.

After the alchemy masters of the Red Robe Mage were suppressed and could no longer make profits by relying on magical items, the Serre Federation, in addition to forcibly snatching food from farmers and exporting large quantities of food while hunger is everywhere in China, could only sell some mineral resources to barely balance foreign income and expenditure.

Although the copper mine on the outskirts of the capital Ertaber produces excellent ore quality and convenient transportation, the country is extremely despised by the education and promotion of science and technology and alchemy, Serl's industry is extremely weak, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is poor and is completely unsuitable. The ore mined every year is completely unavailable and can only be exported to foreign countries. Moreover, the mining technology is backward, accidents are frequent, and the mortality rate of miners and engineers is extremely high.

But it is precisely because the mining work is so arduous and sinister that the witches in power in power pinch their noses and give up power, and hand over the mine to the red-robed wizard who is more proficient in this way... and by the way, a lot of horrible taxes are levied.

However, this made the difficult Red Robe Mages have a reliable base outside the outskirts of the capital that no longer belonged to them.

Now, all the heads of all the eight factions of Sel's Red Robe Mage, as well as their most beloved disciples, gathered in the mine's supervisor's mansion, sitting on a desert-style colorful wool felt carpet, and the gods held a serious secret meeting.

"...Massoji (M Xi, you are the one with the most troop among us. Why did you hesitate when things were about to happen?"

After narrating the negotiations with the Dragon Witch Lord Samast, the chief instructor of the Undead Department, Han Daer looked at the chief instructor of the Energy Shaping Department with a calm face, and General Massoji, the commander-in-chief of the Northeast Frontier Defense Force, who was stationed in endless wilderness, and couldn't help but speak, "

Now wars are everywhere and famine is spreading. Leatherman's stinky bitches have lost their last prestige. The Tukan Khanate has handed over an olive branch. If you don't take action at this time, when will you wait?"

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Handal, although I can understand your urgent mood, I still have to take a cautious attitude."

The chief instructor of the energy-shaping department with a beard, General Massogi looked up at him, and said lightly as if he was sinking into the water, "..., just relying on a few verbal words from Samast, we will rashly leave the endless wilderness and give up the Eastern colonies and the strong fortress that have been hard-working for many years. Who can guarantee that this is not the yin scheme of the Tukan nomads to seize the Winter Fort and Elmoreel?

Our Northeast Frontier Defense Forces have fought many greedy and brutal nomadic cavalry in recent years! They have accumulated a lot of blood debts between them! If we rashly abandon the last cities and towns in the east, come out of the solid fortifications, leave tens of thousands of family members and return directly to the Sel land, then as long as the Tukan cavalry takes the opportunity to launch a raid, we will suffer heavy casualties!"

Hearing this question, everyone looked at each other, frowned, and many people sighed secretly.

"...You can rest assured that I will definitely ask them for hostages before the actual uprising."

Han Daer, the chief mentor of the Undead who intended to cause this, waved his hand impatiently, "... What's more, what's the benefit of attacking you in the retreat without authorization? Looting some property? Capturing some prisoners? The price is too high! You not only have magic, but also knives and guns! They don't have to tear up the covenant for this benefit..."

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However, even if we can safely travel through the endless wilderness and sneak into the eastern part of Serre, and work with you to win the city of Eltabo, how should we defend the capital and destroy the warlords of various provinces? With our strength, it is really difficult to deal with."

Admiral Massogi still seems to be hesitant.”

If you are not lucky, I am afraid that not only did not regain your hometown and turn Sel into our red robed wizard, Sel will lose even the last few places to gain foothold..."

"... Then what should you do? Just rubbing like this endlessly, watching the whole Sel turn into hell?"

Handal angrily knocked on the coffee table in front of him, which made the teacup fruit plate sound, "...You go out and see, can this land continue to wait? Can the people of Serre continue to wait? Can we, the last red-robed mages, continue to wait? The continuous civil war has lasted for more than a century, and every village and town has been destroyed to the extreme. This year's famine has starved to death by starving a million people. But the Letherman witch also needs to export a large amount of food to foreign countries in exchange for money to satisfy their luxury. Do you still have to watch Letherman witch ruin our last little capital, and then pat our butts back to their mountain with full food?"

When talking about the famine that has swept across the northern part of the Serre Federation, the red robed wizards present suddenly became even more silent.

They didn't even have to go too far. They could see countless terrible children begging begging begging outside the high walls of this mine. They could see countless terrible children begging begging, babies like skeletons, mothers dragging dry houses, and the slender and shriveled corpses on the roadside. The continuous wars destroyed all the water conservancy facilities of this dry land. The terrible drought and locusts gave these desperate people the last blow.

Thousands of hungry refugees flocked from the disaster area to the capital Eltaber City, hoping to get food and work. But the only countermeasure adopted by the cruel federal government was to drive and move these people to the less affected areas in the south, allowing them to reclaim local farmland that was abandoned due to the war, so as to achieve their own support.

But because the stingy government did not distribute rations, seeds, farm tools and materials necessary for building houses, these hungry people had to struggle to climb back, hoping to die at least next to the graves of their ancestors...

According to incomplete statistics, more than 1 million Serres have died in this famine, and countless people have suffered from severe malaria, typhus, tuberculosis, dysentery or parasitic diseases due to the famine. The population of the entire Serre Mountains has only been more than 10 million after years of war.

Obviously, the Leatherman Witch Association today does not manage the Sell Mountains as home, but is just regarded as a cow that squeezes money.

What's even more terrible is that in the midst of continuous external and internal troubles, the Hongpao Masters' own lives are getting harder and harder.

"...Now, the attitude of the Leatherman witches is very clear. They have completely given up their hope of revitalizing this turbulent country. They just want to just live by and finally make some money. At the same time, they put our people ahead, resist the Tukan Khanate, fight against various rebels, but do not give any supplies or military expenditures, trying to consume our capital bit by bit, so as not to be difficult to restrain in the future. Faced with such a desperate situation, can we continue to tie up our hands and feet and just go through this in a daze, instead of taking advantage of the fact that we still have some capital and make a resolute fight?"

Handal waved his fists and raised his voice and tried his best to incite. But the other chiefs still found it difficult to make up their minds.

"...It should be not difficult for us to conquer the city of Eltaber and subvert this puppet government manipulated by the Letherman witch. But this is equivalent to putting ourselves on the crater, which will inevitably lead to joint attacks from all walks of life in the country..."

Another female red robed wizard with a graceful appearance, General Avril, commander of the Star Sea Fleet of the Sel Federation, suddenly brushed his blood-red robe, stood up from the blanket, questioning loudly, "

Not to mention the assistance from the Dragon Witch Cult and the Tukan people, it is really hard to be assured. Even if they are really willing to send troops to help the war, can our troops last until the moment the reinforcements arrive?"

Even Han Daer couldn't help but remain silent about this indisputable innate disadvantage.

After centuries of suppression, the power of Sel's Red Robe Mage is far less powerful than that of his former peak.

Even if we ignore the gaps in the living area and the differences within the organization, we will add up all the regular Red-robed mages and apprentices in the entire Serre Federation, and there are only about one thousand people left, which is smaller than the number of great arcane masters in the Neserreer Empire! As for the chief mentors who were summoned here to participate in the mutiny plot, the Red-robed mages and apprentices who can be pulled out to serve as troops,

There are only about 700 people. The other red-robed mages have either become warlords or are recruited by other warlords. In short, they are already out of the organization and are not very obedient.

1. Although this number is so pitiful that it is so different from the popularization education of the national magic of the Naserel Empire, the number of regular mages with at least one million. However, in a country with an illiteracy rate of more than 98%, it is already very, very difficult for "high-level intellectuals" to join the team of red-robed mages with bad reputation and status.

The only force in their hands was the 6,000 Northeast Frontier Defense Forces in the endless wilderness, the 2,000 sailors and a small fleet in Byzantu Port in the south, plus some sporadic Si mercenaries and bodyguards, the total force could only be raised up to 15,000 people, and most of them were unorganized, disciplined, equipment, and lack morale! And it was hundreds or even thousands of miles away, and it was hard to guarantee whether there would be any three or two shorts on the road.

Of course, the current defense of Eltabo City is also very empty. After the main force of the Elf Colonial Army withdrew, the Witch Association's defenders were only two or three thousand left in this capital, and the city defense fortifications were all damaged in the war, and there was not even a minimum city wall.

If a secret raid is conducted, even 15,000 raids can easily capture the city.

However, in the land of Leatherman in the north, the witches could mobilize tens of thousands of warriors to quell the rebellion at any time... Although there were some conflicts between them and the leader of the Berserker and the "Iron King", there was no objection to continuing to ride on the long-overdue Sergian Federation to suck blood.

"..., we only have 15,000 troops in total, and we may not be able to all be arranged in time. Even if we are prepared and unprepared, we can only drive the witches out of the city, and the next thing is unknown! Moreover, the warehouses in the city are empty, and the hungry people coming from the provinces in the northeast are enough to waste us to death!"

The commander of the Avril Fleet counted various difficulties one by one with his fingers, and finally concluded: "..., in general, the chances of winning may not exceed 40%!"

"...Hmph! From the perspective of military use, this chance of winning is already high enough! No matter how unprepared the battle, you will win all the battles. This is simply talking to the sleep! Every time we go to war, we always tie our heads to the waist. No matter how much advantage we have before the war begins, as long as we make a small negligence on the battlefield, we may turn victory into defeat at any time, and even annihilate the entire army!"

Han Daer's mouth sneered a little."

The reason why our Red Robe Mage has been passed down for thousands of years has been around forever? Are we all fighting only prepared battles? The predecessors of the founding country, from the extremely powerful Murholland Empire Congli, it is really not an exaggeration to say that they were a mantis arm to be a chariot. Several times, they were beaten by the powerful God King and their lives were hanging on the line, and even a little hope of victory could not be seen. Finally, in a desperate situation, they could only open a portal connected to a different time and space, attracting the invasion of Feren by the orcs and the orcs. Until the orcs battle that was famous in history broke out, it turned Sel into a wasteland abandoned by civilization, and thus barely won independence!

For more than a thousand years after that, in order to gain living space, our ancestors have been constantly taking risks to fight against the tyrannical orcs, the Murholland Empire, who attempted to regain their hometown, the nomads on the grassland, the witches and berserkers of Leatherman, and the elves of Agraron and the harpists. In so many frequent wars, which one was sure of victory before the war?

In recent decades, those who were excluded by the Federation have moved to the endless wilderness of the East to take root and establish a new colony. They are not fighting every day to compete with nomads for living space? Which land was not fought by war? If it weren’t for the few enclaves hanging alone in the endless wilderness, how could we, the red-robed wizards who were excluded everywhere, compete for those damn witches?!”

After reviewing history and contacting the present, Handal's chief mentor naturally began to look forward to the future: Now, it is time for us to take the courage to take risks! Should we be willing to sink into this dark era and wait for death silently: or to fight for a brighter future? It all depends on your choice!"

He waved his fists vigorously and said emotionally: "

No matter what you think, I absolutely do not want to regret it when I die. I worked hard to fight for my whole life, but nothing has changed. The country is still so chaotic, the movement and backward people are still so painful and despair. And I am also in the midst of intrigue and in the past, and nothing has been accomplished."

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You are right. Our poor and weak Serre can no longer afford the blood-sucking insects of Leatherman. In fact, the greed of these witches is definitely beyond imagination. At that time, it was like sending a plague god to throw us into the endless wilderness and never cared about it, trying to let us die on our own. Later, we successfully established a colony site, and the federal government began to attack our territory again.

We have used all kinds of differentiation, win over, and discord, which has caused us endless troubles... It is impossible to be safe under their hands!"

General Massoji, commander-in-chief of the Northeast Frontier Defense Force, expressed cautious agreement with this.”

But equally, we, the red-robed mages, have only one bargaining chip left to fight once. In order to save the country, we are not afraid of death, but we are never willing to die worthless!"

Seeing that the meeting seemed to be in a deadlock again, there was a knock on the door outside, and the guard heard a loud report, and his voice seemed to be trembling slightly:,"

Thank you all the mentors, Mr. Samust, the leader of the Dragon Witch Sect, has arrived!”

When everyone inside heard this, they were all nervous and quickly tidied up their clothes and stood up to greet them. Then they saw an old man with a hunched body, simple clothes, but quite majestic appearance slowly walking in. His eyes were always squinting, and a bright red light flashed faintly.

Before a man arrived, a stern aura had already arrived first, giving people an unprecedented shock of being unhappy.

"...Ahem, you all seem to have a lot of discussion! I hope I will come here this time and not disturb your conversation..."

After entering the room, he looked around and smiled and greeted. Han Daer, the chief instructor of the Undead Department who was more familiar with him, immediately greeted him with a kind look."

Wherever you can get Senior Samust to visit here, it really made us Peng Shenghui. But I don’t know what news you have brought? Is the assistance you promised before finally coming to the right place?"

"...Haha, your chief tutors, the Dragon Witch Cult is willing to provide more help to your close allies than you think."

Samust was reserved and moaned his beard and said proudly, "..., I have prepared six thousand rifles and eight hundred thousand bullets, and are transporting them from the border in batches. There are also four thousand pounds of gold that His Majesty Timur Khan has also been brought to Eltabo City by myself, so that you can purchase strategic materials, reward soldiers, and buy the army's heart..."

His generous promise immediately ignited the warm atmosphere of the audience, but the next even more explosive announcement made the audience silent.

"..., in order to ensure the success of this coup, I specially selected three thousand of the bravest elite Tukan warriors to join you! With the help of my Dragon Witch Clan's cover, they have crossed the Sunrise Mountains in the East and penetrated the entirely unguarded border line, successfully entering the eastern wilderness of Eltabo City, less than a day away from you!"

Sammast took out a stacked map from his arms and spread it out to guide everyone at the location of the troops on both sides. "..., please send a liaison officer quickly and set up a joint command center to follow me to coordinate the actions of the troops on both sides to avoid misunderstandings..."

The "powerful foreign aid" of the red-robed mages who fell from the sky for a while were looking forward to it, and it took a long time to let out a helpless sigh.
Chapter completed!