Advance and Mobilization

After dealing with the Chaos Eye, Keosius used magic to contact Lang Pu, who was thousands of miles away. However, he was shocked to find that there were nine different coordinates when he tried to find Lang Pu.

Has Lang Pu's "work cloak" increased again? Keosius's lips twitched slightly, but he also felt that this was reasonable. After all, in addition to ruling the vast North Aisel territory, he also had the task of mobilizing the army.

Soon, an ugly face exuding the aura of a corporate slave appeared in front of Red Dragon, with a thick stack of documents piled up beside him, which looked to be half a person tall.

As usual, Lang Pu bowed his head respectfully and greeted him listlessly, saying, "Good day, my noble and great master."

Seeing the Dragon Vein Ogre looking completely drained, Keosius was worried that he might suddenly die one day, so he asked in a gentle tone, "Lang Pu, you've had a tough time these past few months."

The Empire has just entered Fei An Suo, and there are too many things to handle: the economy, policy, social security, intelligence, diplomacy—once things become more routine, you should be able to relax a bit more.

This concern stemmed from the dragon's own concern for its property. If Lang Pu were to suddenly disappear one day, who in this vast empire could be as loyal and hardworking as him? Under Keosius's "kind words of comfort and care," Lang Pu was deeply moved, his eyes welling up with tears, but this only made his face appear even uglier and more grotesque.

Sure enough, no matter what ugly creatures do, they only become uglier in a more bizarre way—fortunately, after witnessing beings Fungus Lady and the Chaos Evil Eye who attack people with their appearance, Keosius's resistance has improved considerably.

Then, the Dragon Vein Ogre's eyes hardened again. He slowly shook his head and said, "Master, this is what I should do. It's my responsibility as the Imperial Prime Minister. I should thank you for giving me this opportunity." His tone became excited again, his throat trembling slightly, "For the Empire's Great Blueprint to conquer the world, no, to conquer the multiverse, I am willing to sacrifice everything—even my life!"

Watching his subordinate calmly reassure himself and regain his spirits in just a few words, Keosius nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself that this Ogre was truly a born beast of burden.

Then, Keosius asked, "What is the condition of the Imperial army? When will they arrive in Avendell Dan?"

Lang Pu confidently replied, "Three days, just three days will be enough. The war hasn't been over for long, and our main forces are still stuck in the North Aisel region. They can be moved easily."

According to the Imperial intelligence department's investigation, the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom has just suffered from the depletion of war and is internally weak. Moreover, we have your Avendell Dan City Defense Map, so those Dwarf are nothing to fear.

After a brief discussion, the Imperial Senate decided to send only 30% of its troops to Avendell Dan, while the remainder would remain stationed throughout North Aisel, thus avoiding chaos in the occupied territories.

Keosius casually asked, "Who is leading the army?"

"It's Dror. Marshal Dolo is also in charge of the affairs of the North Aisel Military District. Although he strongly recommended himself this time, the Senate did not agree to his proposal," Lang Pu replied in a flat tone.

"Not bad."

The Red Dragon nodded slightly, exhaled a puff of Sulfur Scent white smoke, and stretched its wings.

Dror, an Imperial Marquis, Dragon Vein Hobgoblin, a confidant of Dolo, and one of the representatives of the Imperial military, was a name that Keosius was fairly familiar with.

Lang Pu accurately pulled out a document from the tall stack of files, used magic to remove the seal on it, opened the document, and reported, "For this special military operation, the Empire will send 60,000 infantry, 154 tanks, 464 Wyvern, and 8,500 Engineering Department and logistics troops. At the same time, we have issued a war order to summon the Starfallers Legion in the North Aisel region, and it is expected that more than 50,000 Starfallers will be sent as reinforcements."

Upon hearing this arrangement, Keosius was filled with admiration. Although the Embers of the Burned Empire had not gone all out, it already possessed an absolute overwhelming size against the current High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom.

As the Shield Dwarves ' "steadfast ally" and "eternal friend," Keosius knew all too well the situation within the High Mountain Kingdom.

After Zerol led the old, weak, women and children to migrate, the Dwarf of Avendell Dan numbered less than 30,000, and even at their peak, their population was less than the number of troops the Empire had sent.

The superior weapons that the Dwarf were so proud of were utterly insignificant in the face of the Empire's Steel Torrent.

Whether in terms of the quantity, quality, or equipment level of the army, the Empire has an undeniable and overwhelming advantage.

The only one worth paying attention to is the high-level power of the Mountain Dwarf Kingdom—the renowned "Lord of the Mountains," the legendary dwarf warrior Ed.

Soon after, Lang Pu also mentioned this point. "According to the information you provided, as well as the information gathered by the Imperial intelligence department, Gruumsh recently launched an attack on the Dwarven Pantheon, and the Dwarf gods should be too preoccupied to attend to the Material Plane."

However, Ed. Klein, a legendary Dwarf Fighter nearing demigod status, is still not to be underestimated. Therefore, Misha will accompany the army, ready to intervene at any time to suppress the Dwarf ' high-level power.

Of course, if the Dwarf deities arrive, Misha, as your Sorcerer, can also summon you to Avendell Dan at any time to ensure the Empire's victory is assured.

"You've thought this through very well. Keep going. I hope you can take down Avendell Dan as soon as possible, and then launch an offensive on the Ugo Prairie to completely destroy the Red Blood Tribe."

Keosius nodded again, supporting his body with his thick forelimbs as he slowly rose, and said with a smile, "However, now I would love for the Dwarf gods to descend."

To travel from North Aisel to the the North, one must travel upstream along the Courtney River, traversing a wide and long valley known as the "Metal Road."

Merchants would buy ores, precious metals, and fine weapons from the Dwarf and sell them downstream to the former Fadlan Empire.

At this moment, this "Metal Road" has become a temporary military passage for the Embers of the Burned Empire.

The ground trembled, the mountains roared, the rivers shook, and thick smoke filled the valleys, startling the birds in the mountains into taking flight in panic.

The Empire's Steam Tank marched in formation at the forefront like a migrating herd of beasts, their engines emitting a deep, rumbling roar, mercilessly destroying anything that stood in their way.

The Wyvern flapped its wings erratically in the sky, emitting hoarse howls, like dense clouds casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Surrounded by a herd of dragons, Wyvern Smaug his broad Dragon Wing, raised his head and roared fiercely, commanding the dragons.

"Roar--"

The powerful dragon's might emanated from it, causing the birds and beasts in the surrounding mountains to flee in panic.

At this moment, after receiving multiple rounds of Dragon Blood Blessing, Smaug has reached a length of twenty-five meters, comparable to a mature or even elderly Red Dragon! Under the modification of the Progenitor Dragon Blood, its body is covered with hard red scales, and its appearance is almost indistinguishable from that of a real Red Dragon. If the characteristic of having only two feet is ignored, even Dragon Scholar would find it difficult to distinguish between them.

However, due to some of his own perverse sense of humor, Keosius specifically mentioned sending Wyvern, the leader of the Smaug, to participate in this war.

Dwarf, Lonely Mountain, golden treasures, Smaug– this is the configuration that Keosius is familiar with.

Behind the tank legion and the Wyvern Legion were the Imperial infantry, who were marching at full speed. They were all elite soldiers who had just come from the battlefield. They were not only well-equipped, but also had exceptionally high morale.

Among these infantrymen, a full 20% possessed varying degrees of Dragon Bloodline, with scattered scales often appearing on their skin, and their Life Force and fighting spirit were far stronger than those of ordinary people.

Following at the rear were the Empire's supply and Engineering Department, but the massive Steam Engine Car loaded with ammunition and military rations, and the engineering vehicles carrying iron bridges, still exuded a strong sense of oppression.

The empire's army marched with great fanfare, making almost no attempt to conceal its movements, which terrified the surrounding forces.

Under such circumstances, no one dared to stand in the way of the Imperial army—even the bravest and most fearless Harpers dared to secretly gather intelligence in the surrounding mountains and forests to spy on the Imperial army's movements.

The Imperial Military Department Staff planned with exceptional precision, and within three days, no more, no less, this formidable force arrived at Gavin Basin south of Blackstone Mountain at an extremely rapid pace.

At this moment, the Imperial soldiers could even see the majestic fortress built against the mountain in the distance— Avendell Dan.

The banners of the Embers of the Burned Empire fluttered in the air, and the imperial soldiers gathered together. The resounding "Song of Keosius" and "Song of Triumph" echoed across the plains and resounded to the heavens.

In the sky, hundreds of Wyvern circled continuously, raising their heads and roaring in unison, displaying a majestic and imposing presence.

Hobgoblin Delor, the goblin, stood atop the "Emperor's Wrath" tank, surveying his army with great pride.

In fact, even he himself did not expect to have such an opportunity to lead an army in such a major war—something that should have been Marshal Dolo's privilege.

Dror was originally an ordinary Hobgoblin chieftain who began following Doro when Dolo was still a Hobgoblin Warlord. Soon, Dror joined the Ember Nest and rose through the ranks with the conquest.

Dror is now an Imperial Marquis, Imperial Army General, and the second most powerful figure in the military. It can be said that, apart from the supreme Emperor and the three Dukes, this Hobgoblin has reached the pinnacle of power.

But now, a new opportunity has arisen.

When the Senate announced his decision to send him to Avendell Dan, Dror felt his heart pounding and his whole body trembling—he had never felt this nervous, not even when he was nearly killed on the battlefield.

The reason is simple: this is a golden opportunity for Dror to take the final step—to be promoted from general to marshal, and from marquis to duke.

Although Dolo's expression was somewhat unpleasant, Dror still resolutely took the scepter symbolizing the imperial military power from Lang Pu's hands.

At this moment, the Hobgoblin raised his head and looked up at the sky, as if he could see the incomparably majestic and powerful figure of the Red Dragon again.

He not only had to fight this battle, but he had to fight it brilliantly. He wanted to prove his worth to that emperor and win the Great Red Dragon's favor! Thinking of this, Dror couldn't help but clench his fist, the crimson scales on the back of his hand clearly visible.

Then, Dror lowered his head, looked around at the excited faces of the Imperial soldiers, and slowly opened his mouth—his words would be transmitted to the ears of tens of thousands of people through a magical megaphone.

"Soldiers, subjects of the Embers of the Burned Emperor! Today, we gather here under the Emperor's supreme decree to fight for a common goal— the Great Blueprint of the Empire!"

Instantly, countless eyes were drawn to the Dragon Vein Hobgoblin, Dror enjoyed the feeling of being admired and respected.

Dror drew his golden saber from his waist, pointing its gleaming tip at the distant Dwarf fortress, and roared menacingly, "That fortress, Avendell Dan, is the next target of the Empire's conquest! This fortress is known as the 'City That Never Falls,' and has withstood countless attacks for thousands of years without ever falling. Neither the barbaric orc tribes nor the powerful Fadlan Empire could subdue these Dwarf."

Dror paused, his tone becoming impassioned. "But—we are different! Gentlemen, look at your scaly bodies, look at the equipment in your hands! We are the army of the Embers of the Burned Empire, the children of the Great Red Dragon! Our steel and cannons will show the Dwarf the emperor's supreme will, and make these stubborn fellows submit completely!"

Finally, Dror raised his saber and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Long Live the Empire! Long live the Great Red Dragon!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

In an instant, cannons roared, Wyvern howled, and the ground trembled violently.

All the Imperial soldiers present were filled with immense pride and self-satisfaction. They brandished their weapons and roared with fervent enthusiasm.

The sound echoed across Gavin Basin and spread throughout the Black Rock Mountains, even causing the Dwarf of Avendell Dan to tremble.

At the top of the Dwarf palace, hearing the shouts coming from afar, Ed suddenly turned his head, his expression becoming extremely solemn, yet also revealing a hint of pleasure.

He reached out, gripped the heavy metal warhammer tightly, and whispered, "They've finally arrived. The Embers of the Burned Empire, I'll see just how capable this army, which conquered North Aisel in a flash, truly is!"