Chapter 322: Diverse Evil is Burning

"Things seem to have changed..."

In the bright military camp, the old knight strode in with a large roll of intelligence that was still emitting some heat.

The staff member who was studying the Demon's Defense Line with a frown looked up when he heard the voice. He was a little puzzled.

The current situation is clear and explicit enough, and head-on attack and defense are the biggest challenges they face now.

Playing tricks is not the norm of the Burning Legion.

When hard power can directly crush the opponent, any intellectual consumption is unnecessary.

What's more, the Burning Legion, which is now composed of Fire Fiends and Shadow Fiends as its main races, is more keen on this kind of pure destruction.

However, the aide did not say anything, as he and the old knight had been partners for a long time.

He knew the old knight and knew that he was not exaggerating.

"An unknown force appeared in the natural elf area and repelled the first attack of the Burning Legion, forcing them to build strategic fortifications mainly in the Valas Mountains."

As the old knight spoke, he placed the intelligence roll on the table.

Then, he marked with a red line on the battle map in the middle a gray area that they had originally set to represent the fall.

"Unknown forces?"

The staff looked at the area marked by the old knight and fell into deep thought.

For a world where plane consciousness remains active, invasions from the void will inevitably be backfired.

Sometimes, it appears in the form of some unspeakable misfortune and curse.

Sometimes, there are endless heroes.

When the world as a whole is threatened, it is rarely something that can be solved by a single individual within it.

"It's likely to be good news, but we don't have the energy to touch it right now."

The aide thought for a moment and then looked at the old knight and said.

"An unknown roar? A massive number of goblins like a natural disaster?"

The aide picked up the intelligence file beside him and took a look. The trivial and amateurish description on it gave him a headache.

This is a raw record of intelligence transmission provided by a cave dwelling tribe close to the natural spirit area.

There is a deviation in the transmission of information, and this deviation will continue to increase with the increase of intermediate links.

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, complex and epic task.

It took a long time of bloody struggles and conspiracy conflicts for the human kingdom to reach its current social system.

Unfortunately, fate does not seem to have given them enough opportunities to develop and grow.

The staff forced himself to read carefully the information provided by the cave tribe.

Then, he looked at the back of the intelligence file to see the evaluation results of the intermediate intelligence agencies on the information.

That is the bulk of the content, which takes up at least two-thirds of the entire intelligence volume.

"There is no precedent of nature elves driving goblins, and I have never heard of a high-level wild druid who is good at bear transformation."

"Besides, I don't think it was a goblin."

"Even during the era of Narhart, when the goblins were at their most powerful, they never demonstrated the strength to be able to fight the Burning Legion independently and gain the upper hand as a tribe."

"We are able to hold on now because we have a lot of fortifications built early on and the coordination between different races."

"Beyond the norm means risk, and I don't recommend touching them until the situation stabilizes."

After a long while, the staff member who had read the entire contents of the intelligence file made this analysis.

"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 spoke in a slightly low voice.

The stress of these days made him feel as if he was back in his youth, fighting the rebels.

He hated those guys who came out to stir up trouble after the human kingdom had already been unified.

From the eldest son of a farmer to a knight who protects the human kingdom and bears the highest honor, the road has never been a smooth and broad one.

“When things are peaceful, they are good tinkerers.”

The aide said meaningfully.

"But now, what the kingdom, humanity, and the federation need is a heavy hammer to destroy all invading enemies!"

The old knight suddenly said with some excitement.

His fingers pressed hard on the scabbard of the sword, leaving a deep mark.

Looking at the scabbard that was somewhat out of shape, the old knight simply hung it aside.

He did not appreciate such flimsy weapons; the heavy hammer and shield were his lifelong beliefs.

“Maybe power will indeed change some things.”

"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 as if something has blinded their eyes!"

The old knight shook his head, somewhat puzzled by the changes in these people.

"According to the wartime schedule, you need to rest. In five hours, you need to execute the 34th sequence combat plan."

Suddenly the aide looked at the timer on the table and spoke to the old knight.

The old knight nodded and went straight into the room to rest.

Thoughts are thoughts, battles are battles. In the old knight's opinion, only by keeping pure thoughts when facing a battle can one avoid a cowardly death.

As for the other things, that will come after the battle.

"Amazing will..."

After the old knight fell asleep, the staff stared at the battle map in front of him and said secretly in his heart.

But my old friend, the burning has begun.

Even if one is as strong as steel, he is nothing but a torrent of fire...

Countless civilizations as brilliant as stars have proved that royal power is not eternal.

Do you think that the crimson burning in the sky is just the crackling flame of burning wood?

No, it is still boiling in a deeper place...

The staff hunched over and collected the scattered documents around.

This was the 1,532nd life he had experienced.

He maintained and performed diligently like the most skilled actor.

In the end, reality and illusion have become blurred.