On the chaotic wasteland, magma and blizzard roared together, but there were many twisted and weird plants on the barren land. Even the rocks and mountains had been twisted by the power of chaos. The portal of the ancient sage had been cracked for many years, and the continuous chaotic winds blew towards the mortal world.

The land here is immeasurable, adjacent to the barbaric land and dark land of Noska to the south, the Far East prairie to the southeast, and the cold area of ​​Nagaros to the southwest. Chaos wasteland is not entirely a natural phenomenon. As early as the portal of the ancient saints collapsed, the energy in the Chaos Kingdom swept across the earth like a tide. On this level, Chaos wasteland can be said to be the result of the continuous overlap between the mortal world and the Chaos Kingdom. Therefore, this also constantly reminds mortals that once the world falls into the hands of Chaos, all people will be doomed.

On the Chaos Wasteland, there are tens of thousands of barbarian tribes who are fighting and killing endlessly. No one knows how many barbarians there are on the Chaos Wasteland. Only the elves and dwarves have passed the most conservative estimate, that is, there are at least tens of millions of chaotic populations, more than 500,000 Chaos Warriors who do not eat or drink, and higher-level existences on the Chaos Wasteland in the north.

In addition to the chaos wasteland, there are at least more than 10 million Kurgan warriors on the Kurgan prairie, and the population of Noska is at least more than five million.

Until now, the chaotic wasteland is still expanding and eroding the northern part of the world. Neither the Norska nor the northern prairie are spared, and the environment there has been forever changed by the chaotic energy. For countless northerners such as the Noska, Kurgan, and Huns who live in the wasteland, those rare mutations in the south have long been common in the eyes of northerners, and they regard this mutation as a gift given to them by the gods.

Similarly, there are more than 10 million Chaos barbarians and countless orc tribes and demons on the Antarctic wasteland, but fortunately, the distance between it and other civilizations makes the damage it bring is far less direct than the various troubles that keep coming out of the northern wasteland. The high elves have established three strongholds around the Antarctic, namely the Dawn Fortress, the Sunrise Fortress and the Dusk Fortress. These three Yonggu Fortresses have well resisted the chaos frenzy on the Antarctic wasteland.

Tsengqi God Selected Hal - Eternal Eye, this prophetic magic master is making his own suggestions to the Black Iron Motkin: "It is the right time for Eternal God Selected Your Excellency. We should let the vanguard army set out and first ravage and torture those weak and incompetent southerners. Then, our army will lead our troops south to bring an end to the world."

The blue eyes behind the black iron Motgold black chaos helmet looked at Hal, as if thinking about whether Hal's suggestion was a good choice or whether to take his head off as another gift to the Blood God.

Tsengqi Shenxuan couldn't help but feel a little panicked. This new eternal Shenxuan has always given people a profound feeling. He even bound the bloodthirsty demon Kaghank to the military flag. All the tribes that did not surrender in the Ice Waste Plain were wiped out.

"No, now is not necessarily the right time." After a long silence, Motkin finally shook his head: "120,000, maybe not, but this amount is not enough to defeat the Southerners."

"No! This is not important. What is important is to kill! Slaughter, chop, and kill all the enemies!" Kaghank, the bloodthirsty demon of terror, roared. The six-meter-high terror, kept waving the battle axe and whip in his hand: "Cut, kill! Blood sacrifice to the blood god, and the skull is offered to the skull throne!"

However, the next second, Motkin swung a punch and smashed the entire face of the demon. The terror-tortured demon was directly bombarded from his royal court, smashed countless spoils and then fell into the pool of blood. The Eternal God Selection said coldly: "120,000 is not enough, far from enough. These troops may be enough to help us break the northern defense line of mankind, but if you want to enter the hinterland of the empire, you will destroy the little bastard Oleg von Zhukov and his family. If these troops are not enough, we must assemble more troops."

"At most six months." Hal-Eternal Eye's twisted long-horned face showed a hint of contempt, but he concealed it well: "The World Walker Legion of the Four Gods of Chaos, the World Walker Legion of the Four Gods of Chaos, the Northka Legion of the Supreme King of Noska Wamire Aisling, and the Beauty of the Slaanes's Champion of Prince Sigwald and his Magic Mirror Legion, and the Sons of the End of the Epidemic Legion of Nurgrim, Festus, are all on the way."

"Not enough, not enough!" Motkin's voice was cold and full of hatred: "More, how many tribes have not come?"

"There are at least one thousand tribes of the army that have not arrived yet." Tsengqi Shenxuan bent his waist lower: "In addition, at least five hundred tribes in the Kurgan Prairie are willing to join you. According to our estimates, there will be at least 300,000 people."

Black Iron Motkin stood up, and he looked at his own world. Just before the Northern King Court, tens of thousands of tents, hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors, and more than a dozen Chaos Demon Army gathered here. Their momentum was shocking and dyed the sky into colorful colors. The power of the God of Chaos spreads on this land, and the echo ripples over the northern wasteland, and in the echo, there were even more terrifying whispers and roars.

Thousands of roars from all kinds of voices and the sound of axes and swords hitting the shields were heard one after another, and everyone was waiting to follow the Eternal God's Chosen to go south to destroy the kingdom of mortals.

However, the Black Iron Motkin shook his head coldly.

Whether it was the previous champion of the God of Terror, Egil, Red Eye, or the subsequent champion of the God of Nurg, Tamu Khan, the king of maggots, their invasion of the South was undoubtedly successful, but also failed.

The Chaos Army's southward journey can create thousands of miles of uninhabited life, hunting countless skulls and blood of mortals, obtaining supreme glory and the gaze of gods, but they are always destroyed and forced to retreat.

Motkin repeatedly checked the record and failure of Moka from the first ever-eternal God-Selected "Ununified" to the most recent eternal God-Selected "anointed" Azakuval, and combined with the failed cases of the Chaos Invasion in recent decades, the new eternal God-Selected remains awake despite being swallowed by the flames of revenge. Motkin knew that the different Chaos tribes in the wastelands of the north would only swear allegiance to a leader with dominant power, and once the leader fell, his army would quickly collapse.

On the contrary, mortals will abandon past differences with the emergence of the Chaos Army. They will unite under the oracles and guidance of the gods of order to deal with the army from the north. Perhaps Harr's proposal is correct. The 120,000 Chaos Army is enough to break through the defense line of Kislov at the beginning, but it may be difficult to advance. The huge army will be weakened and scattered by the cold environment of Kislov, countless fortress garrisons and the strong and tenacious border guards in the north of the Empire until they stop.

Then, all the troops of the Charlemagne Empire would gather together under the order of the pseudo-emperor to launch a counterattack, and the Chaos Army would soon lose its numerical advantage and be forced to face countless strong city blocks and elite soldiers.

If they delay a little longer, the chivalrous patients in Brittania will start to rush to support the empire, followed by elves and dwarves. The number of these immortal species may not be enough to form an advantage, but the quality is amazing.

Motkin knew that if he went south rashly, he would just step on the footsteps of his predecessors' failures and have a great success that would be remembered by the old world.

It is necessary to accumulate enough power. Now it is not enough. Motkin must wait, waiting for more Chaos troops to arrive, and at the same time he must paralyze the humans of the old world. Under his command, Noska and the wasteland of the north are shrinking their forces.

The north became quiet, and the southerners would relax their vigilance, the past differences would surface again, and the Southern court would fight again for a little benefit. Motkin knew very well that Kislov was now strong on the outside and the middle, and that once glorious past was before the great jihad. After that, even the famous Red Tsar Boris Bokaha only restored a trace of the glorious era of Kislov. Even though Kataline was a very powerful ice witch, she could not compare with the Red Tsar.

According to the information of Tsengchi believers, Katarin is only a leader with good strength and knowledgeable power.

Similarly, in the situation of the empire, Motkin also received a detailed explanation from the champion Cha Zan Aike of the Tsingji God Selection. The only thing the pseudo-Emperor Karl Franz could manage was his direct lord Rick. The entire empire's power was scattered and independent, and there was no external pressure to unite. Moreover, the nobles of the empire were all immersed in the glorious victory of the Noska Expedition. As long as Motkin was careful, even if the empire was alert, even if the pseudo-Emperor Karl and his courtiers and intelligence agencies felt the danger, the empire could not be gathered in a short time. The electors would think that this was another political conspiracy of the emperor in order to expand his influence.

Even the Tsingqi God’s Choice Championship is certain that as long as the speed is fast enough, perhaps the Empire will begin to truly realize the crisis and try to unite as soon as the Chaos Army attacks the Empire.

The only lesson learned from history by the ignorant and backward southern humans is that they never know how to learn from lessons.

Then on the other side, what about the Brittanians?

Motkin looked at the map, and the face of Eternal Gods chose showed a cautious expression for the first time.

The Knight Kingdom is not that easy to deal with.

The new Knight King Ryan Maka has many brave men and has made many military achievements.

It would be fine if he had only one person, but the problem is that unlike the empire, Ryan has united the originally loose knights and nobles, and judging from his good relationship with the empire, he is likely to choose to support the empire.

The united kingdom of knights, the gathered Holy Grail knights will burst out with terrifying power.

We must formulate strategies and tactics for targeting. Before I complete my revenge, we must never give Britannia the opportunity to send reinforcements to the empire!

Motkin looked at the map carefully, and he used his fingers to dip hot blood on the map, and began his plan.

In the first line, the World Walker Army Group led by the Four Gods of Chaos, led by Ulfric, will set out from the Ice Dragon Fjord in Nosca and point directly to the Brittanian capital Kurona.

The second line is the Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos, and the Supreme King of Noska Vamir Eslin will lead the Army Group of the North Carolina, starting from the Aislin League venue in Noska, and directly pointing to Nord and Oster-led northern ports of Nord.

In the third line, the Chaos Pioneer Army Group led by the beauty Prince Sigwald and the Nurgrey God Selected Champion will set off from Chaos Festus from Chaos, cross the Murder Mountains, cross the mountain pass, defeat the Kislov defenders there, and divide their troops to attack the two big cities of Kislov, Erlengrad and Prague.

Finally, he led the main army southward, crossed the Linsk River, and pointed directly at the Imperial Oster Leader.

This time, we will gather more than 200,000 barbarian warriors, thirty Chaos Demon Army, more than 50,000 Chaos Cavalry, thousands of Chaos Chariots, hundreds of monster war gangs and thousands of giant beasts.

There is only one target, Oleg von Zhukov's head, and the ancestor tomb of the Elector's family in the castle of von Zhukov!

"This will be an unprecedented invasion. Since the largest invasion since the Great Jihad, we will assemble an army of more than 300,000 people to bring destruction and real civilization to the Southerners." Motkin set up a battle plan: "Wait for a while, until all the troops arrive, during which time we must keep quiet. We must make the hypocritical Southerners think that a good era has come, and we can even send people to negotiate with the Southerners and demand peace talks."

"A great plan." Tsengqi's God-Selected Cha Zan Aike nodded in his approval, and he said softly: "Please give this plan a name, God-Selected Your Excellency for Eternity."

"Name? That's meaningless." Motkin said coldly.

"But we need a code name, this is the will of the Demon Bird God." Cha Zan Aike couldn't wait. He had two hideous scars on his face, which were left by Teresa. He remembered the appearance and names of the mother and daughter of the sorcerer, and prepared for his own revenge.

"Since that's the case, the code name this time is..." Motkin reluctantly agreed. He thought for a moment and suddenly recalled the name he saw in an ancient king's tomb in the Troll Kingdom when he was young.

"This invasion is named...Barbarossa Plan!"

………I am the dividing line for the destruction of Kislov in three months…………

In the royal hotel of the Royal Palace of Curona, several dukes sat together, waiting for François to start classes.

"Everyone, there is no doubt that we are all nobles of the kingdom. Our status and glory all come from the ancestors of our family, the twelve glorious first-generation Holy Grail Knights. Am I right?" François whispered, his father-in-law's face was very gentle.

All the dukes nodded. This is the foundation of their existence and the origin of the supreme status of the dukes' families.

They are all nobles.

"Where do we nobles' power, our status, our glory and our territory come from?" François continued to ask the second question: "Of course they all come from the twelve battles and the Holy Grail that founded the country. No one has any objection to this, right?"

Everyone nodded again. This was so politically correct that no doubt was allowed in Brittania.

"So, we are all living beings who are in harmony with our country. Why don't you understand?" François sighed and said to everyone: "You must know that if a good country can we be good, and if a country exists for a long time, we will exist for a long time, and if a good country is for a long time, it is more important than anything else! For us, without the kingdom of knights, we nobles will no longer have status and glory, do you understand!"

"...Is this why you always support Ryan?" Boderick thoughtfully, and the Duke of the Sea God also put down the bowl and spoon.

"Because Ryan can make the country better! Don't you understand?" François smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I said, the country is good, so we nobles will be good, and you think about it carefully, reduce taxes, build fortresses, and encourage population circulation. Isn't Ryan for the sake of the country's good?"

"But he sacrificed us!" The Duke of Hagen could not eat anymore, and the Duke of Gisoleox was still a little dissatisfied: "I also know that he is for the good of the country, but..."

"So what if you give up just a little interest in the moment? We are for a longer-term benefit." François touched his goatee: "For the prosperity and strength of the country, sacrifice a little appropriately. For five years, ten years, twenty years, we will not only be able to make a profit, but I can also be sure that you will always get more than you lose!"

"Supervision." Bethmond nodded in agreement: "Ryan deserves our trust. His concessions are to enable him to show his strength and let go. Follow him, we will not suffer any losses. Look at how much François earns."

"Boldro will also respond to the king's call." Duke Boderick also made up his mind.

"But..." Duke Hagen was still hesitating.

"But what?" François sneered, "What's wrong? Hagen, do you think that if you play non-violent and uncooperated, Ryan will not be able to touch you? Are you a Knight of the Holy Grail or a descendant of the first Knight of Beren, is it amazing, right?"

The Duke of Hagen said nothing.

"I tell you, Ryan is the lady's God-Choose Champion, and the heirs recognized by Randuin himself, and has received full support from His Highness Green Knight and His Highness Morgianna! Oh, by the way, he is also Sulia's husband and my son-in-law." François continued: "It's right that others can't move you, but Ryan can't move you either? There are definitely many people in your family who are willing to be a duke!"

The Duke of Hagen was suddenly frightened and his whole body was cold.

He finally nodded in pain: "I understand that there is no problem in reducing taxes and encouraging population circulation, but what about the fortress? It really takes five large permanent fortresses to be built, and we have to pay for it at our own expense? Isn't it too exaggerated?"

"I think my son-in-law is a bit of a big deal to repair the fortress." François nodded with a smile, and he said casually: "It is understandable that Ryan attaches great importance to defense, but this is obviously to defend against a huge scale of invasion. Will the northern barbarians suddenly organize a Chaos army of 200,000 to 300,000 people to go south?"

"Yes, and the barbarians went south and were the first to be hit by Kislov and the empire." Pelchmond agreed: "It is okay to reduce taxes. If you build the fortress, you should wait until your Majesty comes back."

"Yes, if you don't have any use, you will have to waste the people and money. It's not worth it to be stationed and maintained. "Bodric also smiled and said, "The barbarians don't have the ability."

"Hahahaha! Come on, continue!"

“How long will it take for the Empire’s Great Expedition to win?”
Chapter completed!