Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 992 - 597 This Situation_2

Chapter 992: Chapter 597 This Situation_2

Based on a minimum troop battalion size of five hundred, they could assemble at least five thousand troops. Considering the slave system in place here, plus a double or even triple number of slave soldiers, it’s quite normal.

The war potential of this Lizard Kingdom far exceeds Mickros’s initial estimate.

If they acted alone, at most they could trouble the Conqueror Army but would not pose a lethal threat.

However, if Dark Castle with its covetous eye joins the fray, that’s another story.

Originally, Mickros had yet to comprehend this, but after being interrogated by the Spirit Soul Naga, he figured it out.

Dark Castle was not staying out of the game but rather setting their own trap—blatantly using others as pawns, enticing the Lizard Queen and her Monster Kingdom into play.

Now that the Lizard Queen was aware it was a trap set by Dark Castle, they would inevitably seek to break free from it and in turn, lay their schemes against Dark Castle and the Conqueror Army.

It was a game of strategy.

Dark Castle, Lizard Kingdom, Conqueror Army—all were part of this game.

But they were just the direct participants; there were numerous indirect participants as well.

Sambiyan Kingdom was actively pushing for this setup to come into effect.

Komeer Kingdom was exerting indirect influence. They weren’t as innocent as one might think. If they didn’t need this situation to develop, the solution would be simple: open up the East Road, allow the Conqueror Army to cross through the heart of Komeer Kingdom and cut straight into the Valley.

The Allied Army of the Giant Dragon Coast cities had already clogged Posku to the brim, blocking any further southward advance by the Conqueror Army. To be more precise, they blocked all powers from moving southward, with no small number of pirate ships prowling along the lower reaches of the Wild Border River.

Regardless of who wins or loses, the dynamic of the Goblin Margins is bound to change drastically.

As for not joining in the fray?

That’s the most foolish notion; standing aside equates to joining the ranks of the eliminated. Once the victors have reaped the benefits, they’d turn to deal with those outsiders, by which time not even the swamps would offer safe haven.

Let’s not forget, there’s more than one swamp in the Goblin Margins. The victors could easily use the spoils of war to recruit a large number of native swamp mercenaries as auxiliary forces.

As the Evil Fang Half-Dragons left their nests, Spirit Soul Naga cracked a smile, flashing venomous fangs, and said, "In the next while, Mr. Mickros, please stay and be our guest, and witness firsthand how Her Majesty the Queen hunts down those foolish humans and the cunning deceivers from Dark Castle."

"It would be my honor." Mickros had been prepared for this. Even if it was to prevent him from leaking information, they wouldn’t let him leave easily. Not to mention, he might be suspected of being a spy for the Santarin Association or Dark Castle—then there would be no chance of leaving.

However, before the outbreak of the great war, he was absolutely safe. Those Colored Dragons were indeed chaotic evil, but there was one thing about them that wasn’t chaotic—that was their greed for amassing more wealth.

The moment the war ended would be his most dangerous time. Whether in celebration of victory or venting frustration from defeat, the other party could easily turn him into a morsel and gobble him up.

Mickros had done everything he should and shouldn’t have; now, all that was left was to quietly wait for the situation to unfold.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the Conqueror Army, watching their every move.

The Conqueror Army, upon entering the Goblin Margins, did not blaze their own trail this time but headed north along the Wasteland Path.

Don’t be misled by the name "Wasteland Path." The name is from the past; in fact, it’s no longer a narrow mountain path but a wide mountain road that winds along the western foothills of the Southern Stormhorn Mountains.

The mountain roads here, although winding, were not difficult to navigate. Including the Tower War Chariots pulled by giant beasts, most parts of the road were unobstructed. As for the inconvenient sections, that would be the job for the Pioneer Army of the Founders. Just as before, they would widen, repair, and level the road before the main body of the Conqueror Army arrived so they could pass smoothly.

The current state of the Wasteland Path was naturally a credit to Komeer Kingdom.

The Stormhorn Mountains formed an inverted number seven shape, wrapping around the west and north of Komeer Kingdom.

A blessing and a curse attributed to Xiao He.

At the beginning, it was thanks to this topography that Komeer could develop from a migrant farm to a kingdom by preventing harassment from northern and western enemies. Coupled with hibernation and the Thunder Peak Mountain Range, they merely needed two elite troops to guard the eastern and northern passages to safely develop.

But when Komeer Kingdom grew to a certain extent, this unique terrain became their largest obstacle to expansion.

Why did Komeer Kingdom not completely consume the vast Rocklands?

Because it was isolated by the northern Stormhorn, only accessible by detour. Incorporating it meant Komeer Kingdom would have to push their northern and eastern defenses outwards—a task not solvable by ten or twenty thousand troops. Without the natural barrier, they’d need at least a hundred thousand soldiers, which was Komeer’s entire current military strength.

Though Rocklands was valuable, it wasn’t worth Komeer expanding their army by double—a true case of being tasteless to eat but wasteful to discard.