Chapter 1245: 7 Legends of the Black Orcs

In the Mosthorns Camp in the southern part of the Flan tribal area, an army of more than 200,000 Black Orcs is stationed.

In a large camp in the central camp area, more than a hundred black orcs at the Soul Level stood on both sides of the camp.

"Gammond, how is the army deployment going?" A legendary low-level black orc sitting in the upper seat knocked on the armrest, making a series of crisp sounds.

"Lord Bames, according to your order, the Second Legion, the Third Legion, the Seventh Legion, the Ninth Legion, and the Eleventh Legion have been assembled."

"The four hundred thousand tribal warriors that were recruited are being reorganized according to your orders and are expected to be completed in two months."

"Speed ​​up, the humans won't give us much time."

"Yes."

After Gamond returned to the ranks, Bames glanced at the many generals in the tent and said in a deep voice: "Containing the human offensive in the north is the mission entrusted to me by the high priest."

"but!"

The expressions of more than a hundred black orcs at the Soul Consciousness level became solemn, waiting for Bames's instructions.

"Recovering the Kamo tribal area is my bottom line."

"In this battle, only one of us and the Kamo Tribe can survive in the Coles United Kingdom."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, everyone responded loudly.

Now, no matter what you think in your heart, at this moment, you must show your determination. Even if you have to pretend, you must pretend to be ready to die.

Bames knew the attitudes of the generals very well, but as long as there was a victory, these doubtful generals would change their true thoughts.

As for the human troops used for the attack, they were naturally the human army in the north.

With the army's morale low, he would not let it engage in a head-on confrontation with the Ninth Corps.

After the meeting, many Black Orc generals left the tent one after another.

In less than a moment, only Bames and Gamond were left in the tent.

"What are the situations of the Iron Jaw Legion, the Tearer Legion, and the Bloodwing of the Gray Orcs - the Magic Mechanical Legion?"

"The Iron Jaw Legion, led by Lord Demps, is hiding in the shadow world."

"The Ripper Corps is stationed at the border between the Flan Tribe and the Kamo Tribe, openly guarding against the Ninth Human Corps."

"As for the Gray Orcs' Bloodwing Magic Mechanical Legion, it has been secretly transferred to the Korka Fortress in the north. As soon as your order is issued, it will march to the border and attack the 43rd Legion of the 15th Legion of the human race in the Ethor tribal area."

"In addition, our strategy of pretending to attack the Kamo tribal area has already begun to be implemented. As expected, the Ninth Human Army has received the signal we sent to prepare for the attack."

"We have to put on a full show. Three days later, send part of the army into the Kamo tribal area to gather intelligence on the other side's garrison." Bames stood up and said to Gamond.

"Yes."

"Okay, let's go down."

After bowing, Gamond turned around and prepared to leave.

"By the way, let's stop with the matter of Manus. As for the Black Moon Sword Saint, the teacher has already warned her. You don't have to worry."

"I understand, brother." Gamond stopped, responded, and then left the tent.

After watching his fellow apprentice leave, Bames' figure gradually disappeared from the tent.

In order to deal with the possible emergence of multiple legends from the Ninth Human Army, there will be more than one legend coming for this offensive against the Kamo tribal area. Together with the three legends originally stationed by the Northern Army, there will be seven legends participating in this war.

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Half a month later, a military meeting was held in the War City of Laikaya.

Inside the hall, more than a hundred generals from the Ninth and Twelfth Corps stood on both sides, watching the magic sand table in the hall and listening to the adjutant of the Ninth Corps analyzing the battlefield situation.

"Ten days ago, at the border between the Kamo and Flan tribal areas, the garrison discovered thirteen Black Orc reconnaissance units crossing the border."

"Seven days ago, the number of Black Orc reconnaissance troops that crossed the border increased by twenty-five."

"Three days ago, five Black Asian orc armies of a hundred men entered the Kamo tribal area from the hilly area and tentatively entered the outposts in the area controlled by the Seventh Battalion of the Second Legion of the Twenty-Sixth Legion."

"Judging from the current situation, the Black Orc Northern Army has assembled a large number of troops and deployed the Ripper Corps on the border. It is very likely that they will launch an offensive against the Kamo tribal area."

After Ignis finished his story, he returned to behind Verin, put his hands behind his back, and stood quietly.

"That's the situation." Weilin looked around and found that no one was daydreaming. He said, "Since the Black Asian Orc Northern Army wants to fight this time, let's fight more thoroughly."

"The strategic direction this time is to annihilate the elite troops of the Black Asian Orcs Northern Army. As for capturing the Flan tribal area, we will attack if possible, and abandon if not."

As soon as he finished speaking, Weilin raised his hand and placed the flags of each corps, army, and battalion under the Ninth and Twelfth Corps on the magic sand table, clearly defining their garrison positions and tasks to be performed.

"Now, let's begin."

Upon hearing this, everyone began to discuss the feasibility of the advance combat plan and put forward their own opinions.

In less than a moment, the whole hall became noisy.

Before the war, he allowed different opinions, even opinions that opposed his own.

But once the war breaks out, each unit must strictly follow its orders and no acts of disobedience are allowed.

Three hours later, the discussion ended.

"Paladin Leonus."

After hearing what Weilin said, Leonas understood what he meant. He came to the magic sand table, combined the suggestions of the generals, and began to change the flags representing the various troops on the magic sand table.

Half an hour later, Lionel returned to the queue.

Weilin stood up, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "There is also a general who has different ideas."

Upon hearing this, many generals lowered their heads to show that they had no objection.

"In that case, this meeting is over. We will mobilize the troops. The order will be issued to each corps and army within three days. All troops must strictly follow the order."

"Now, the meeting is adjourned."

Everyone bowed and saluted, then left the hall one after another.

In less than a moment, Verin and Ignis were the only ones left in the hall.

Weilin walked down the platform and came to the magic sand table. He looked at the deployment on it and pondered the enemy's movements.

Since they are going to launch an offensive on the Kamo tribal area, it is impossible that the Ripper Legion, a long-established army, will be the only one involved. There must be other armies hiding in secret.

However, the Star Covenant Legion has not yet appeared, and this will be his biggest trump card, a trump card that determines the direction of this war.

In addition, there are two legendary figures stationed in the Ninth Corps, three legends coming for support from the Allied Command, and two legends stationed in the Twelfth Corps. He has seven legendary powerhouses in his hands.

In addition to these seven legendary powers, he also possesses the means to contend with other legendary powers.

"If I can kill a legend in this war, I wonder what reward the Pope will give me."

Thinking about this possibility, Weilin fell into reverie.