1048: Chapter 267: Marching Strategy 1048: Chapter 267: Marching Strategy “Prince Lionheart, joining your legion is led by the oldest Sub-dragon Shaman Master Qi Dan from the kingdom.
This includes Shamans from Caiyu City and the London Temple in the Southwest Province.
Do you understand?
That’s the household of the legendary Lord Mourinho!
Just Caiyu City alone brings four Soul Shamans, two War Shamans, and two Staff Shamans.
Moreover, Lord Treizegar from Caiyu City also ca with the army, bringing with him his magical beast, the ‘Nemie Giant Lion,’ and his daughter, Fei Wenli, is precisely the champion of this Shaman competition!” Liu is impatient,” If the ‘Whip of the War God’ has any objections, General, I’ll allow you to exchange Shaman teams with His Highness.”
“No objections!
Absolutely no objections!” Prince Kahn was startled, then hastily waved his hands in disapproval, “Your Highness, we, the ‘Whip of the War God,’ follow the temple’s arrangent unconditionally.”
The other generals looked at one another, not expecting Caiyu City to have such formidable strength.
“Isn’t Caiyu City only supposed to have a population of three thousand?
Where did they get so many Shamans?” General Wolf’s handso face showed confusion and puzzlent.
“The actual number of Shamans in Caiyu City totals nine Soul Shamans, four War Shamans, and three Staff Shamans, including the newly crowned Olympic champion which boosts the Staff Shamans to four.
Among them, the magical beast of Elder Horielle is the ‘Liverpool Vermilion Bird’, and Lord Treizegar’s magical beast is the ‘Nemie Giant Lion.’ They’re on par with the high-ranking Shaman Wei An.
They have sent only half of the horsen this ti,” Liu clucked his tongue, “The production rate of Shamans here is almost surpassing that of the Hegemonic Singing Family with the ‘Five-line Chant.'”
“It is said that the dusas returned with tens of thousands of people, many of whom died in the swamp, with only over three thousand left.
If it’s like that, this production rate of Shamans seems normal since dusas are also a high-producing Shaman race,” Prince Kahn frowned, pondering.
“Who knows?
Perhaps a few geniuses really erged,” Liu chuckled.
Prince Kahn’s gaze flickered, and he lowered his eyelids.
Liu secretly curled his lips into a smile, this matter having been in his heart for a long ti, unable to understand it, and deciding to have other powers help check it out today.
The high Shaman production rate of the dusas was indeed alarming; even as Lord Mourinho ntioned earlier, in the Sunset Swamp of the Southwest, he still had over three thousand Painted-snake People and two-headed Snake-n.
Considering Fawkes’s ratio of one qualified Shaman per thousand people, how could six thousand dusas have seventeen Shamans?
This high Shaman rate was truly terrifying; Liu now hardly dared to believe Lord Mourinho’s words.
“Then I must thank the temple for the fair distribution,” Prince Kahn laughed heartily.
The great battle was imminent, and having so many high-ranking Shamans joining not only ant strong support in the war chants, but also excellent magical beasts, comparable to a Mage, sothing that the young rookie Shamans could not match.
“The temple isn’t exactly fair, look, the ‘Turun Corps’ only has five young Shamans led by ,” Liu winked at His Highness.
“Your Highness is too modest.
Your strength and that of Helen and Lady Moer are evident to all of us; as for Miss Qian Qian, though she hasn’t received formal recognition from the temple, I have witnessed her strength myself.
‘Turun Corps’ being at the forefront, the task is indeed to scout, which undoubtedly has its dangers, but such a task is still beneath Your Highness,” Prince Kahn laughed loudly, giving Liu a playful slap on the back.
“What about the military departnt’s task?
Shouldn’t we get a brief now?” Liu tapped cigar ashes and pointed at Chief of Staff Pinto.
“This ti, the task divided by the military departnt is extrely simple.” Chief of Staff Pinto briskly pulled over a large military sheepskin map and spread it on the table, “Your Highness, please look .
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Chief of Staff Pinto’s finger stopped over Cambridge Oasis marked on the map, then moved northward, “.
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The forty Griffin Cavalry supported by Lord Mourinho arrived at the frontline six days ago.
After several days of surveying, we have basically confird the surrounding terrain.
Within over two thousand li north of Cambridge Oasis, Harvard Oasis, Oxford Oasis, and Yale Oasis, which were discovered during last year’s battle, are spaced out.
Because of last year’s offensive, there are basically no desert bandits remaining.
Moreover, as you can see, these three oases together with Cambridge Oasis form a chain-like distribution on the map.
Though no garrison was left in the three oases after last year’s battle, having oases ans having water, solving our troubling water issues.
The military departnt, after confirmation, has decided to set up the supply base in the advanced Yale Oasis, which will spare our logistic unit a journey of two thousand li, and our continued attack radius will not be hampered by logistical issues.
If the next oasis is discovered, the supply base can be moved forward again until the cleanup is complete.”
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