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Chapter 980 - 980 121 Dead End

980: Chapter 121, Dead End 980: Chapter 121, Dead End “If in the battle beneath the walls of Augustusburg, the Expeditionary Army swept through thousands of enemies, then the combat on the Warhammer Great Plains was an art exhibition of smashing and shattering.

By utilizing the high mobility of the Cavalry, they could gain the upper hand on localized battlefields, accumulating small victories into a larger triumph, and gradually seizing strategic initiative.

Besides the hundreds of thousands of main forces, the Ancient Heritage Alliance also had a Southern Expeditionary Army that had yet to reach the end of its rope.

But distant water couldn’t quench an immediate thirst, and the tide of war on the Warhammer Great Plains had already turned.

The once-routed Human Race was now pushing back.

Such a strategic reversal greatly boosted the morale of the Northern Continent’s nations.

However, before everyone could revel in this, bad news followed swiftly.

Perhaps provoked by the frontline battle reports, the Elf Race launched its most ferocious attack.

The wretched Ustad Duchy and Fick Duchy, vented upon as the release for Elven fury, fell within the same day, causing the Northern Continent to collectively lose its voice.

Including Hudson, upon seeing the battle report, who exclaimed, “Fuck!”

The battle was too damn brutal; the Elf Race was simply bullying others.

Within one day, the Elf Mage Group released fifteen forbidden spells on the battlefield.

Countless defenders from the Ustad Duchy and Fick Duchy didn’t even know what hit them before they were sent to meet the Lord of the Dawn.

Forbidden spells had become a wholesale product; this level of battle usually only occurred when two major races contended for supremacy.

After a brief stupor, Hudson quickly recovered.

The minimum requirement for a forbidden spell was: three Great Sorcerers of the same type working together.

If quality was insufficient, quantity could make up.

Several Sorcerers guiding a group of Magicians could also cast a forbidden spell.

The more participants involved, the harder it was to control the Magic Formation, and any interference could easily lead to backlash.

Given the reserves of the Elf Race, Hudson didn’t think assembling forty-five Great Sorcerers would be difficult.

If working with the minimum standards, it was not impossible to release fifteen forbidden spells in one day, even to multiply that number several times.

How deep the reserves of the Elf Race were, Hudson did not know.

However, he was very clear about the Alpha Kingdom’s resources.

The Kingdom definitely didn’t have forty-five Eighth-order Great Magic Instructors, but reaching the number of Sorcerers was plausible.

All the Eighth-order Strongmen in the Kingdom combined, including those recruited from the outside, numbered fewer than forty.

But relying on a sheer number of people, by gathering all the Magicians in the country without external interference, they could just barely manage to release ten or eight forbidden spells simultaneously.

It seemed weak compared to the Elf Race, but this was after all just one Human Kingdom, and moreover, a Human Kingdom that had been greatly weakened.

Across the whole Human Race, the baseline number could easily be increased by ten or twenty times without any difficulty.

Based on the proportion of four to five ten-thousandths of Human Race’s Strongmen, Hudson could roughly estimate the reserves of the Elf Race.

Of course, this estimate was not necessarily accurate.

The other race followed a route of longevity plus talent; having a bunch of undying elders was normal.

If the number of Strongmen wasn’t sufficient, how could the Elf Race, with its meager population, dominate a corner of the Continent of Aslante?

Vaguely, Hudson realized he might have played too aggressively.

Adding up the previous skirmishes with the Elf Mage Group, the Elf Army casualties at his hands might already be close to eight thousand.

For a species with a population only in the millions and low fertility, such losses were enough to warrant an uproar.

Now, Ustad Duchy and Fick Duchy were suffering on his behalf.

If the Elf Queen’s fury was not fully vented, other Human Kingdoms could suffer next.

Orton Duchy was basically done for, and Moxi Duchy might also meet a grim fate.

In the face of a frenzied Elf Army, no nation on the Northern Continent was without fear.

Just thinking of being targeted by the Elves gave Hudson a twinge of anxiety.

Images uncontrollably surfaced in his mind of the three great Elf Queens leading their clan’s experts to encircle him, with forbidden spells flying everywhere.

After drinking a cool sip of tea and calming down, Hudson’s anxious heart again slowly settled.

The likelihood of that happening was still very low.

It wasn’t that the Elf Race didn’t want to eliminate him, but such a plan wasn’t feasible.

Couldn’t he just not fight and run away?

Hudson had heard of nobody ever managing to surround a Dragon Knight who was solely focused on escaping.

The tragedy of Ustad Duchy and Fick Duchy was mainly because they were too weak.

Not to speak of confronting the enemy face-to-face, they couldn’t even disrupt the casting of forbidden spells.

The strength of both sides wasn’t on the same level.

…

In the Expeditionary Army Camp, a crowd of high-ranking officers gathered together, their expressions grave as they looked at the battle reports.

“How do you view the current situation’s changes?” Hudson routinely inquired.

“Marshal, the Elf Race is about to fully engage in the war!

The next development in the situation will depend on the strategic choices of the Elves,” replied Count Albert, the First Army Corps Commander.

He didn’t mention the consequences, but his face already betrayed his pessimism about the situation.

Looking at the previous Orc Empire, it was clear; they just rubbed against the three strongest powers on the Northern Continent.

Now without the Alpha Kingdom to take the brunt, it was simply a matter of which nation the Elf Army attacked next, and that nation would be doomed.

“Marshal, we have no power to influence the direction of the Elf Army’s assault.

If we want to affect their decision, we have to rely on the efforts of the Department of Foreign Affairs.

The trouble now is the chain reaction; having received news that the Elf Race is fully entering the war, the Orcs on the Great Plains will surely become agitated.