Chapter 2149 - The Donkey's Not Bad

As a rather unqualified commander, Mag conducted a deep discussion and planning session with Dominic with the experience he had inherited from Alex.

This war was bigger, with many more types of soldiers and much more complicated situations than the racial war back then.

The racial war back then was just two or three races fighting against one another. Although it looked messy, looking at it in isolation, there weren't many large-scale battles.

Moreover, the allied forces were formed at the very last minute. They didn't even trust one another fully, let alone having a tacit understanding.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to control the situation if the defense line is broken through in such a setup." Dominic looked at the defense setup that was drawn in a straight line by Mag on the sand table.

"A simple line of defense isn't going to hold back the fearless charge by 1,000,000 soldiers of the Army of the Dead, so I intend to have an opening here in these three ravines to let them in.

"I'm going to streamline the 1,000,000 soldiers and stretch the battleline.

"There will be battalions of cannons and legions of magic casters stationed at both sides of the ravine to take out the Army of the Dead to the utmost extent.

"There will also be a line of ambush that resembles a pocket at the ravine's exit where spell formations and a massive military force are stationed.

"The giant dragon's legion will take the lead and kill the Army of the Dead from the sky with their air superiority.

"However, our final objective is to lure Cthulhu out and into the spell formation, so that we can seal it.

"Once Cthulhu is sealed, the Army of the Dead will lose their leader and the crisis will be averted."

Mag fiddled on the sand table and created a new formation diagram.

Dominic's eyes lit up and he walked around the scenario table twice before he said with a frown, "Such a setup can indeed block the Army of the Dead for a period of time, but how are we going to lure Cthulhu into the seal?"

The devil was mysterious and hard to predict. If the seal beyond Chaos City had shown them a glimpse, they wouldn't even know that there was such a terrifying being that was sealed up on the Norland Continent.

They had an immensely long lifespan that was even longer than the time that a single race had existed for.

Even the giant dragons, who had a long lifespan, knew nothing about them either.

They had terrifying power and couldn't be killed. They couldn't even be seriously injured.

Only the seal spell formation that was passed down from the ancient times could seal them away.

However, what a difficult task that was. Perhaps, their plan was only a joke in its eyes.

"I wonder if you have heard about the thousand layer cake theory before?" Mag asked.

"A thousand layer cake?" Dominic shook his head. What was this theory that sounded like a food?

Mag revealed a mysterious smile. "Cthulhu has existed for eons. The wisdom it has must be beyond our imagination, but no matter how high its intelligence is, it still has to think when facing our traps.

"It might see that it's a trap, then it will move into the second layer by trying to escape the first layer. It thinks we are only at the first layer, but in fact we're at the fifth layer."

Dominic nodded thoughtfully. After a period of silence, he couldn't help asking, "So, what's the fifth layer?"

"You will find out when it's time." Mag smiled. "I'll leave the battle formation to you and you'll leave the traps and seal spell formations to me. My only requirement for you is to exterminate 200,000 soldiers from the Army of the Dead and make sure the line of defense doesn't break down."

"Alright." Dominic nodded seriously.

If he didn't have such confidence with 1,000,000 soldiers at hand, he would have wasted his decades of being the empire's marshal.

***

Mag went to see Michael to understand the progress of the cannons' production.

"With Miss Scheer's full support, the cannons' daily production has already reached 300 and the artillery shells' daily production has reached 5000.

"We have also gotten in touch successfully with the dwarves. Yesterday, 50 technicians arrived from the dwarves with the blueprints. They will supply us with the cannons at full force.

"The goblins have also promised to supply all the materials needed to make the cannons. When the dwarf race can produce a certain number of cannons daily, Chaos City will manufacture the artillery shells with full force and shut down the cannons' production line." Michael brought Mag around the cannon workshop as he introduced the production process to him.

"Miss Scheer is really a big-hearted person." Mag nodded. His opinion of Scheer had gone up another notch.

Out of the chaos come the heroes. Although Scheer was a woman, she had an extremely vast outlook and foresight.

The train that had started to run, became the best tool to transport the minerals. Freight trains shuttled between Vic Mountain and Chaos City, increasing the efficiency several times over.

If the current situation wasn't in a mess and they weren't facing a great enemy, all the races would have noticed this smooth transport route.

If the Norland Continent could survive this episode, the train would lead in the development sector in the coming 100 years of peace.

If you wanna get rich, build the routes first.

That was the truth.

Furthermore, Scheer had control of the Buffett Bank, had the first mover advantage and the core technology of the steam engine. She was the perfect money-making machine.

Mag could even imagine himself lying on the shoulders of this giant and enjoying a life of financial freedom.

"Yes. In times of chaos, women are not inferior to men." Michael lamented and nodded. "And, it's not just Miss Scheer alone. Miss Gloria from the Moreton Family had also come to the city lord's castle two days ago to donate a huge batch of battle winter wear for the allied forces."

"Gloria?" Mag raised his brows slightly. Speaking of which, he hadn't met that maiden who liked to eat tofu pudding for some time.

It was noon when Mag came out of the city lord's castle.

The sunlight landed on his face and it was a little glaring. The snow had almost melted and the new leaves had sprouted on the willows at the side. It looked like spring was approaching soon.

"Alex?!" A surprised voice called out.

Mag retracted his gaze and looked at the knight who was pulling a black donkey. He had a square face and an emerald longsword at his waist. He had a bashful smile and a pair of bright eyes.

Conti Nicolas.

His name appeared in Mag's mind immediately. Thinking of it, Mag hadn't met him for a few months now.

He looked a little darker and had a new long and narrow scar on the left side of his face that looked like a mark left by some magic beast's claws.

There were also many scratches on his armor and it was no longer shiny.

However, that pair of eyes of his were still cool and bright like a young man's!

"Hello," Mag said to him.

"I heard that you have stopped killing dragons. You're killing devils now, right?" Conti asked Mag excitedly.

"It's indeed like that recently." Mag nodded.

Conti smiled and bashfully said, "In that case, I have to join the Chaos City's northern expedition's legion, in order to fight alongside you."

Mag looked at him, and then at his black donkey and chuckled. "The donkey's not bad."

Conti reached out to pat the black donkey's head and laughed. "It's my new ride, but it's indeed not bad."