The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 1009 - 32 Volumes Dark Clouds Envelop 27 - s The Purpose of War

Chapter 1009: 32 Volumes Dark Clouds Envelop 27 Chapters The Purpose of War

Hayreddin finished reading the letter from the Mattdam messenger and fell into deep thought.

The situation in Cartin seemed to be progressing unusually smoothly, so smoothly that it had even surpassed previous estimates. Probably even Lord Komer himself had not anticipated that the Northern Alliance would collapse so quickly and thoroughly. Nicosia had undoubtedly fallen into the hands of Lord Komer without suspense, and now the Atticans and Cretans had to worry about how to face the wrath of the Nicosians.

Hayreddin had never doubted that Lord Komer would win the battle of Cartin. From the moment he brazenly ordered the Black Flame Knights and the magicians to march to the Mist Flower Hills, Hayreddin realized that this Lord’s appetite was extraordinarily large. Nicosia was not yet unified, and he dared to divide his forces. This made Hayreddin admire the other’s audacity, and it also increased his trust in Komer.

But the speed at which the battle of Cartin came to an end was still a surprise to Hayreddin.

He had hardly given the Northern Alliance any chance to resist and swiftly made the Atticans and Cretans pay a heavy price before leaving nonchalantly. Furthermore, the Nicosians had retained the right to hold the Atticans and Cretans accountable. More importantly, the Basarabians had already joined the Nicosian camp, which was undoubtedly a huge threat to the Northern Alliance. A semi-circular encirclement was faintly forming and might threaten the existence of the tiny nations and city-states in the south of the Alliance at any time, and this trap was self-inflicted by the Northern Alliance.

Now, the only part of Nicosia left uncontested was the northwest region held by the beastmen, including Jazair. This was a tough nut to crack. Compared to the seemingly strong armed forces of the Northern Alliance, the beastmen were the real enemies. Hayreddin knew that his Lord did not plan on confronting the beastmen anytime soon. For Nicosia, the timing was not yet ripe; Komer might be arrogant, but he was definitely wise.

Therefore, Nicosia’s attention would inevitably be partly diverted to the south. But could the Mist Flower Hills really be worth Lord Komer’s attention? No matter how Hayreddin looked at it, he couldn’t see why that area deserved so much effort. There were no special resources, and its strategic significance was quite ordinary. Besides a group of elves, only the neighboring Assyrian People took an interest there.

"Boss, is there trouble?" Drake wiped his thick beard, took a large gulp of Red Maoshao, which was very strong and had a lasting aftertaste, exactly what those living at sea liked. The only issue was the slightly higher price, but for Drake now, that was no longer a problem. The once destitute sailor from the Nightingale Dance Tavern had become a famed captain of an armed warship in the Storm Ocean and the Southern Mediterranean.

"Not exactly trouble, but certainly enough to keep us busy, that’s true. We’ve just settled the north down, and our Lord seems to have turned his interest to the south," Hayreddin said with a grin, shaking the letter in his hand. "I really don’t know what the Lord is thinking. Could it be that the charm of that Elf Woman is so strong that she has enchanted the Lord?"

"Heh, Boss, Komer doesn’t seem like the type to be so easily moved and unable to let go. He has so many women by his side, each one stunning, from princesses to half-blood assassins to magicians. Heh, his taste is quite diverse. How could a mere Elf Woman make him lose his reason?" Drake’s impression of Komer was not very deep, but anyone who could make his boss listen surely was no ordinary person, and Komer’s several actions had deeply impressed Drake.

"That was, of course, a joke. How could anyone control what he has achieved today with mere women’s whims?" Hayreddin knew very well that Komer definitely had his own plans. There’s no such thing as a free lunch, and Komer’s merchant-like business style was well-known throughout Nicosia.

"What actions does the Lord plan to take?" Drake was more interested in specific plans. As a man making a living at sea, he naturally hoped for a proper war. Only then could they prove their worth and earn more substantial income.

"Hmph, we need to be ready with sufficient armed forces to land along the coast of the Mist Flower Hills at any moment. It seems that Lord truly intends to teach the elves a lesson," speculated Hayreddin.

"Teaching elves a lesson? Lord Komer has never fought a battle without value. What’s in the Mist Flower Hills? Is Lord Komer planning to occupy it and then go to war with the Assyrian People? I don’t think Lord Komer would be so short-sighted," Drake shook his head, "There must be another reason."

"Another reason? Heh, besides land, there doesn’t seem to be anything else. Well, maybe one thing..." Hayreddin mused, his gaze also drifting towards his brother.

"That’s right, Boss, people. Only Elves themselves could perhaps capture the Lord’s interest. There are at least three or four hundred thousand Elves living in the Mist Flower Hills? Such a large pool of cheap labor is undoubtedly a huge treasure for the sparsely populated Caucasus. Small-time operations like Slave Hunter Teams are of little value. Only war, only war is the simplest way to seize it. The victor becomes the king, the loser a slave, it’s that simple." Drake interrupted his boss, declaring firmly, "Lord Komer developed from a rough and basic territory in the Caucasus, and wasn’t it a large group of cheap immigrants and Half-Beastmen that were the initial resources? It seems our Lord is ready to repeat his old tricks."

Hayreddin’s eyes lit up; his brother was right. He hadn’t considered this point. With Nicosia on the verge of unification, and the development of Leon and the Caucasus at a bottleneck, Lord had indeed subtly mentioned this issue before, but back then, Hayreddin had not been sensitive enough to catch the implication in the Lord’s words. If the Caucasus was to develop further, more labor was needed, and the skillful Elves were undoubtedly the most suitable candidates. To make these elves part of the Caucasus, war was naturally the preferred method. (To be continued. For more, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters, support the author, support authorized reading!)