The Southern Continent boasts a winding, twisting border stretching for nearly a thousand miles from north to south, where Imperial Marshal Luokenuosuos i and the skeletal councilor [ Hard Armor ] are two chess players locked in a game of chess.
Unlike the Skeleton Alliance, which uses real-time communication runes, the Imperial Marshal grants his generals considerable autonomy, freeing them from having to request permission for everything.
But this power is ultimately limited; at the very least, it cannot contradict the general direction set by Luokenuosuos i. For example, it's a big problem to decide whether to attack or defend when necessary.
Alfonso made this mistake, so before discussing his achievements, we must first discuss whether his private actions had a negative impact on the overall situation.
However, just before [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] was about to arrive at the marshal's tent, he suddenly received a contact request from [ Ginseng Rooster ] through a nearby player.
Do you need something from me again?
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] frowned, recalling the deal he had made with the other party yesterday. Could it be another good thing?
He secured himself to the Hoofed Beast's back, then quickly logged off and found his good buddy [ Ginseng Rooster ] in the official chat section of the World of Disorder:
"Has something happened?"
"It's something big, something you'd never expect."
How big could it be? Bigger than ten gold coins?
"Much too much!"
"I can't afford it, goodbye."
[ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] saw this message and immediately planned to log back in, but before he could leave the chat window, [ Ginseng Rooster ]'s next message arrived:
"This news is too big, so I don't plan to set a price."
"What do you mean? Speak like a human being."
"Free."
"Then I'll listen."
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] became interested again, waiting for the other party to continue.
Do you know how many skeletal councilors there are?
"There should be five, right?"
"That's right, I'm in the Demon Realm right now, and I just saw three of them."
"Wait, you mean...?"
"Yes, the Skeleton Alliance has been weakened to an unprecedented degree!"
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] stared wide-eyed, his fingers clattering across the keyboard.
Do you know where I was before I logged off?
Where?
"It's near the Imperial Marshal's camp."
On the other side, [ the Ginseng Rooster ] was also greatly shocked—what a coincidence!
But upon closer reflection, the timing does make sense.
They gathered under cover of night and were then teleported to the Demon Realm.
Meanwhile, the [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] and their group had just completed a surprise attack and were now reporting their victory.
It's all fate!
Thinking of this, he suppressed a laugh and continued typing in the chat box:
"I think we can share this information with Luokenuosuos i. On the one hand, it will confirm the previous intelligence about the overall contraction, and on the other hand, it will make him more determined to send troops."
"But... what do you plan to say about your source?"
"That's easy."
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] said:
"I am Dragonborn of Luokenuosuos i, so theoretically I cannot lie to him."
"Alright, then it's up to you to perform."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] calmed down and logged back into his body in the Demon Realm.
The Skeleton Alliance camp, housing nearly 200,000 people, was bustling yet oppressively so.
The skeletal people worried about the impending war, feared the impending war, and even looked forward to the impending war.
And the players--
It looks a bit like elementary school students on a field trip, wildly testing the limits within the boundaries permitted by their superiors, with some even taking beautiful photos by the river...
[ Ginseng Rooster ]'s lips twitched. After confirming that his position was safe, he ended the day's game.
Meanwhile, the hastily launched [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] had already been taken to the Imperial Army camp by the autonomous Hoofed Beast.
Looking at the group of burly, strong guards, [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] knew that they were all Dragonborn who had changed their appearance.
Luokenuosuos i wasn't exactly innocent either; he always made sure that important positions in the central army were filled by his own people.
Seeing the spears crisscrossing in front of him, [Great Wei Fist King] touched his brow, rubbed the dragon scale fragment, and let the green dragon descendant features on his body reappear.
Upon recognizing them as his own men, the first guard immediately relaxed and stepped forward to ask:
"Brother, are you also a descendant of the master? You look unfamiliar."
[ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ] also knows when to back down:
"That's right, I'm new here. I've just gathered important military intelligence and need to report to the Marshal immediately."
Upon hearing the word "Marshal," the Dragonborn realized it was work time and he needed to address the person by their title. He nodded hastily, and after confirming that he had no dangerous items, he personally led [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] to a certain tent.
A few minutes later, [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] saw the Green Dragon Loxor, who had bestowed upon him the blessing of dragon scales, for the second time.
The other person still had the appearance of a middle-aged man, and sat calmly in the center of the minimalist military tent.
Upon seeing some familiar faces, Loxor paused for a moment before saying:
"Why are you here again?"
Making the Messenger Dragonborn was unintentional. Loxor had intended to annoy Seraphina with this tactic of randomly marking territory, and it would be even better if he could provoke her into coming to him for a duel.
He has a natural advantage in defense and ambush. If he can kill the Red Dragon's descendant, then he will only need one more opportunity to become Transcendent Tier.
However, the expected descendants of the Red Dragon have not appeared. Instead, the race he had planted as a spy outside has returned, leaving even Loxor somewhat perplexed.
"My lord, I have three important military secrets to tell you!"
The solemn expression on [ the Great Wei Boxing Champion's ] face, to some extent, influenced Loxor.
"Go ahead and say it."
"First, Alfonso Lange led his troops to capture the fortress in the center of Riel Valley last night, annihilating all but a few skeletal soldiers who escaped."
"Puff!"
Loxor's face immediately showed astonishment--
He still remembered the fawning expression on the face of the old Lange. The man had said all sorts of nice things just to put his son in a relatively safe place and prevent this boy, who had already accumulated some merit, from dying on the battlefield.
I finally managed to find this position and assign that young man there, but Alfonso is always causing trouble wherever he goes. How come he's started another battle in just a few days?
Furthermore, I clearly instructed him to defend, but he instead took the initiative to attack. Isn't that reckless?
Thinking of this, Loxor sighed almost imperceptibly:
Losing in this situation would actually be easier to handle; it's precisely because Alfonso won that the decision is so difficult.
The world's overall social progress was still stuck in the Middle Ages; even church schools had not yet appeared.
If rewards and punishments were to be carried out according to the top-notch military discipline of another world, it would only discourage Alfonso.
But if we reward him for this, wouldn't that be indirectly encouraging others to disobey orders?