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Chapter 551 - 551 113 Everyone Got the Wrong Script_2

551: Chapter 113, Everyone Got the Wrong Script_2 551: Chapter 113, Everyone Got the Wrong Script_2 Duke Pias said somewhat fiercely.

These are genuinely sincere words.

The agreement made with the Orcs doesn’t affect his status as a major noble in the kingdom.

Betraying teammates is fine, but they do not dare betray the Human Race.

Regarding the specifics of the Northern Expedition Army’s plan to break through, they did not reveal anything to the Orcs.

Mainly because there is no trust between the two parties who understand each other too well.

Scanning the faces of the generals, Marshal Campbell sighed inwardly, finding all faces reflect the same excitement.

“Guard, bring over the wooden lots.”

“For the outbreak, we need someone to lead the way, and we also need someone to cover our retreat.

The odds for survival in these tasks are impossibly low.

It would be unfair to force these tasks on anyone.

These wooden lots indicate individual tasks.

Draw a lot, and carry out the task written on it.

Let’s leave everything – every decision – to the Lord of the Dawn.

For the sake of fairness, I will not draw a lot.

Whatever task is left, I will undertake with the forces directly under the Command Center.”

The five Dukes, who originally thought that they would resort to the usual practice of voting when everyone was arguing, were suddenly taken aback.

This was not how they expected things to play out!

With this drawing of lots, the chance of the five families being able to unite in action approached zero.

This meant that the agreement they had with the Orcs was already bankrupt before it began.

This was the fairest way and nobody could find fault with it.

Without a good reason, if anyone rashly proposed to refuse, it would be equivalent to admitting there’s a problem.

On the surface, it looked like an arrangement in favor of these five families.

Drawing lots was down to luck while voting was reliant on personal connections.

Given their poor reputation in the kingdom, if they are not in charge of the retreat, it would certainly point to voter fraud.

If they voluntarily proposed to be in charge of the retreat, it would further raise suspicions.

Everyone was an old fox, and sudden nobility would arouse doubts.

After exchanging glances in private, the five bitterly joined the queue to draw lots, hoping for a miracle.

Without surprise, they were not assigned to be together.

The cunning Marshal Campbell not only assigned tasks of leading and retreating, but also clearly defined the direction of the breakout.

With more options, the probability of a single power group being assigned together greatly decreased.

It was essentially still for the political balance of the kingdom.

There were concerns that if the broken-out army all came from a single interest group, it would be a tragedy.

Now, this arrangement ensured that no matter which direction the breakout was successful from, the group was filled with various forces.

All aspects were taken into account, except for the bitter group of five who planned to betray their teammates for survival.

Working with other forces, there’s no hope of getting the Orcs to go easy.

After the recorder noted down everyone’s tasks, Marshal Campbell waved his hand and said: “Go back and prepare.

We set off at dawn.

In this operation, we have no way back.

Either break through the enemy’s blockade and return to the kingdom with your team alive; or lie here forever on the grand prairie.”

…

The fierce struggle to break out began.

With the help of the Clergy, the public relations operation of the Orc Empire proceeded much more smoothly.

The tribes were reluctant to intervene due to two factors.

Firstly, the horrible international relations of the Orcs; and secondly, fears of a backlash from the Human Race.

Facing the continental overlord, everyone had to think twice.

If the Human Race sought revenge afterwards, the allies might not stand up to it.

The appearance of the Clergy eliminated these worries.

When there are people within the Human Race tripping over their own, what is there to fear!

Aside from the big misunderstanding with the Dwarf Race, things were basically smooth with other races on the continent.

One race after another stood up expressing their willingness to mediate, gradually putting pressure on the Human Alliance.

The Continental Overlord was powerful, but not enough to be disdainful of everything.

Facing the combined pressure of all races, even Charles III felt the pressure.

The issue of whether to accept mediation was once again pushed to a climax in the Alliance Council.

Lutesya, Alliance Council.

As the situation spiraled out of control, more and more councillors advocated for using negotiation to resolve the problem.

On the contrary, the Clergy, who were originally the leaders of the anti-war faction, were now constantly clamoring for war.

The role of troublemaker was once again confirmed.

“Honorable councilors, as the supreme power on the Continent of Aslante, we must always maintain our dignity.

Just as the various races have just declared their intention to intervene for mediation, we choose to cease fighting with the Orcs.

If this news were to get out, wouldn’t they think that we, the human race, are afraid of them!

Once such a precedent is set, such vexing situations will only increase in the future.

I propose we adopt a thunderous approach, to obliterate the Orc Empire in one decisive strike, to let all races know the might of our human race.

The races of the continent scattered like sand, are truly not worth mentioning.

Let it be known that whoever dares to stand up for the Orcs next, we will suppress them first…

Archbishop Montson passionately argued.

Without any surprises, those who chose to support the Clergy’s war proposal were all northern countries.

Including Alpha Kingdom, who has always been at odds with them, are on the side of the Clergy at this moment.

Originally, they were worried that being too eager might annoy the Orcs and face retalition.

But now that the Northern Expedition Army has begun to break out, the Orcs have lost their leverage.

Alpha Kingdom, which has always been a firm believer in the “annihilation of Orcs,” naturally wants to fully promote the proposal at this moment.

Even if there is a conflict with the Clergy, as long as the Clergy is willing to take the lead in war, then everyone can at least be temporary friends.

“Your Grace, the Bishop, it’s the Dragon Race that’s leading this mediation.

Are you sure you want to suppress them?”

Suddenly, a stray voice interrupted Archbishop Montson’s speech, throwing out a deadly issue—the Dragon Race.

Among the numerous races on the Continent of Aslante, there is nothing the Clergy needs to fear.

The only group that makes them wary is the Dragon Race, which moved their lair away a long time ago.

“Your Grace, do not jest.

The Dragon Race has left the continent for many years, isolated overseas.

Now, even the exact location of Dragon Island is known to very few, how could there be any need for suppression?

The one who intervened is but a single dragon, who likely only represents himself.

How could he be qualified to represent the Dragon Race?”

Archbishop Montson forcefully denied.

Just a few days ago, he was saying that we need to consider the Dragon Race behind the Red Dragon.

Now, in the blink of an eye, the same situation has led to a different outcome.

“Archbishop Montson is correct, a single Red Dragon indeed does not represent the race, not even if it is the Dragon King.

As far as I know, the Five-colored Dragons don’t hold much sway within the Dragon Race, throughout history there has been no precedent of a Five-colored Dragon being a representative.

I specifically consulted the Dragon Knights of the kingdom, for over a hundred years, Dragon Island has not issued any decrees to the outside world.

The Orcs are simply bluffing, trying to muddle through, we need not take this to heart.”

No sooner had Charles III’s words fallen than the morale of the War Faction soared, but Archbishop Montson was left dumbfounded.

The script seems wrong!

Charles III, who should have been against the war, why is he speaking for the War Faction?

As the king of the First Kingdom of the Continent, the moment he opened his mouth, the councilors who had been following the Frank Kingdom would inevitably shift their stance.

The War Faction, originally at a disadvantage, suddenly took the upper hand.

Archbishop Montson was utterly stunned.

Everyone being so fickle, how was he meant to play?

The command given by the Clergy was for him to be amongst the War Faction, to have the Alliance veto the war proposal.

Looking at the situation, continuing the debate might turn into a discussion about mobilizing for war.

After a glance at the Alpha Kingdom’s representative, who had a smirk on the corner of his mouth, Archbishop Montson immediately understood.

Charles III’s opposition to war only applies under normal circumstances.

If there were external forces intervening, it might still be possible to change his stance, such as someone offering an irresistible condition.

As for the specifics of the deal, he knew not, but Archbishop Montson knew one thing, things had spiralled out of control.

From the start, he had walked right into a trap.

The enemy had anticipated that he would cause trouble and had intentionally let out signals that the Frank Kingdom was against the war.

What’s done is done.

No matter how shameless, he couldn’t retract what he just said.