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Chapter 1260 - 1260 220 Knocking

1260: Chapter 220: Knocking 1260: Chapter 220: Knocking The matter of reinforcing troops had just shown some signs of initiation when it was vetoed internally within the headquarters, without even a chance to report it to the Kingdom.

From start to finish, Hudson hadn’t expressed any opinion.

He understood the situation in the Near East Region all too well.

The unfortunate aristocrats who are currently being wiped out are not isolated figures; if they didn’t have support behind them, they wouldn’t have been so active.

The current situation is: the nobles of the Border County have joined forces for outward expansion, encroaching on the Orcs’ bottom line, and have faced fierce backlash from the nearby Orc tribes.

Playing with expansion isn’t a problem, but if one’s own strength is insufficient, forcibly following others’ expansion, taking steps too large, and carelessly hurting oneself, then it’s deserved.

Expecting the Kingdom to vouch for them is impossible.

If such a precedent were set, it would become: If they win, they keep the profits; if they lose, the Kingdom bails them out.

Hudson could assert that as long as this political signal was released, the flames of war could never be extinguished.

Allowing his subordinates to raise these issues during the meeting was just a gesture of goodwill.

Whether they could gain the support of the Kingdom, Hudson had never promised that.

“Count Albert’s Legion said, if things were that simple, then this current tragedy could only be chalked up to our own overestimation of our capabilities.

However, after a thorough investigation, we’ve discovered that there are forces deliberately instigating conflicts behind the scenes, aiming to provoke wars.

The investigation teams in the counties have multiple times found Orc corpses in our settlements, but it wasn’t us who killed them.

The deceased Orcs weren’t just ordinary casualties; they were mostly family members of the tribal leaders, or the tribal leaders themselves.

In order to capture the mastermind, several counties have cooperated multiple times, but in the end, we only managed to leave behind a few of the enemy’s corpses.”

Viscount Masellino had just finished speaking when the atmosphere in the room changed.

The border region had just stabilized for a few years, with everyone busy with construction, and hardly anyone wanting to wage war at this time.

The ideal situation would be peace for twenty or thirty years, for the Kingdom to fully assimilate the vast lands of the Northern Border and the Near East, and then cripple the Orc Empire once and for all.

“Just thinking of crippling them”—mainly because a centipede doesn’t topple after being struck.

The Orc Empire, being a major power, would unleash incredible strength when pushed to the brink of life and death.

If they were easy to deal with, the Allied Human Army’s last siege on the Orc Empire would have completely eradicated them, rather than dragging on until now.

“No doubt about it, what Viscount Masellino said is true; there really is a force hiding in the shadows, continually stirring conflicts between us and the Orcs.

This force is very deeply hidden, comprising both Orcs and traitors from our Human Race.

The Snow Moon Territory had also detected traces of these folks, but unfortunately, those that surfaced were controlled by the enemy’s dark magic as dead soldiers, and nothing could be traced back.

Everyone, be more vigilant, their power is forcibly infused, and there is a scent of decay around them.

If encountered, there is no need to be afraid, the Evil God manipulating them is not in a good state right now.

If they can be eradicated, then do so, if uncertain, report it in time.

As for the Orc side, there’s no need to worry too much.

Such clumsy instigation will eventually be discovered by them.”

Hudson said calmly.

If the mysterious forces are unclear, simply pin it on the Evil God; politically, it will definitely not be wrong.

Hudson had risen to power by eradicating cult rebellions, and the so-called “Evil God” could not scare him at all.

Being labeled as “God” doesn’t mean they possess the power of Divine Spirits.

Most so-called Evil Gods are actually extra-dimensional creatures.

In terms of comprehensive strength, their dimension isn’t necessarily stronger than the Continent of Aslante.

The main reason for the fear is still the unknown.

“Marshal, these might be a plot by a specific Orc Species.

They’ve just obtained the inheritance of the Beast God, and according to usual practice, it’s time for them to start a war!”

As one of the victims in this conflict, the Border County under his control has suffered no small loss.

If war breaks out in a short time, it would definitely mean a colossal loss.

Historically, after the Orcs’ Inherited Land is opened, there’s an eighty percent chance they will instigate an external war, and twenty percent chance of a civil war.

No matter how it’s fought, war is inevitable.

Those species with explosive reproductive capabilities but not much strength always end up as victims in large-scale wars.

“Viscount, who the mastermind is, isn’t really that important.

Given the current situation of the Orc Empire, where do they get the confidence to invade the Kingdom?

If the enemy disregards the actual situation and forcibly initiates an aggressive war, it will only be a good thing for the Kingdom!”

Hudson’s words were only halfway spoken; it’s a good thing for the Kingdom, but for everyone present, it’s a disaster.

Complaining is meaningless; face the reality instead.

Anyone who has a chair here is not a simple character.

If they were useless, Hudson would have already kicked them out.

Being a gold-plated idler is fine, but forget about participating in decision-making.

Hurting oneself is fine, but harming a teammate is unacceptable.

In fact, among the Kingdom’s nobles who purely want to gild themselves, very few would run to the front lines.

It’s not that Hudson doesn’t give everyone face; it’s primarily because the living conditions at the front lines are too harsh, utterly incomparable to the Capital.

…

After the military meeting ended, Hudson walked out of the conference room expressionlessly.

What seemed like an ordinary meeting was actually also a warning.