It must be said that the Human race’s ability to endure and anticipate truly befits the title of Aegean’s master. If it were the Bimon, whether this new type of magic could conceal strategic intentions for a long ti is really uncertain.
If not for the Sea Clan having enough strong troops, the Humans suddenly revealing their trump card might have narrowly regained control of Forgotten Valley this ti!
Although the war gradually calms down, the impact this battle had on Aegean and the Sea Clan is long-lasting. Not seen for years, these old foes suddenly realize that their enemies haven’t stopped progressing over the years. In each of their domains, they’ve accomplished unimaginable achievents for each other.
While repairing and reinforcing the "Coral Sea Defense Line" urgently, the higher-ups of the Sea Clan feel uncontainable curiosity. According to them, the narrow terrain of Forgotten Valley can’t allow millions of troops to be deployed at once. It’s only been two days and three nights, and the Human army is far from reaching its limit. Why have they suddenly ceased their offensive?
As if answering the Sea Clan higher-ups’ questions, under the blazing sun, the Human army lined up a splendid ceremonial formation on the open plains.
The noisy military music, fluttering ribbons, dazzling banners, the Human Knights’ armor glimring under the sun, the shining spurs, the unwavering gaze.
A ceremonial formation is different from a battle formation. The forr is purely for appearance, while the latter is solely focused on the ultimate goal of slaughter. Warriors ready for battle would never adorn themselves with cumberso ostrich feathers, ribbons, and dals. The heavily armored war steeds wouldn’t have their manes cut into scrub brushes and dyed in ridiculous solid colors. Those piping bagpipers, wearing Highland skirts, appear absurd on the battlefield; they are more suited to circuses with clowns.
"Such a big show? Is a significant figure from the Human side coming? Could it be... that worthless St. Paul Church Pope is coming?" The Siren Queen Chaoheran observes from a thousand miles away through her shell, staring at the Human army formation on the horizon that looks neatly like a cake, her mouth corner’s black beauty mark piercing the powder, projecting high.
For unknown reasons, originally behind the sea unaccustod to wearing attire, the Sirens, upon reaching land, wrap themselves tightly. As for the costics popular in the Human world, they quickly spread among the Sirens, even the Queen is no exception.
"Haha... In this situation, even if the supre Saint Paul himself cos, he would be helpless!" The military intelligence officers accompanying the Queen in observing enemy movents burst into proud and confident laughter.
Indeed!
Currently, the battlefield initiative is firmly in the hands of the Sea Clan. Humans either exhaust their elite forces in the offensive or get slowly devoured during retreating. The problem is now only a matter of ti before they are finished.
The Siren Queen also laughed, for she indeed doesn’t worry much that Humans could bring any significant reinforcents.
The current situation is clear; the Dragon Clan, the strongest in Aegean Continent, always stays out of worldly affairs. After the South Cross Star Divine Realm War, the Giant Dragons need ti just to nd their wounds. Even if they wished to assist the Humans, they are now powerless! As for the scattered Elves, Dwarves, and Druids all around, they can’t provide substantial aid to the Humans; they can’t reach the Kalimdo plains even in the short term!
Only Bimon, Humans’ final remaining external support is none other than Bimon!
Before the outbreak of land and sea warfare, everyone thought Bimon was dood.
The Sea Clan believed defeating Bimon might take two months due to Bimon’s five provinces being scattered and far apart.
Humans were more pessimistic, thinking the Bimon Kingdom could last a month against the Hai Mu coalition at best. The greatest possibility was that after the Hai Mu coalition conquered Bimon’s capital Sabak, other provincial Bimons would scatter like birds and beasts, fleeing into the mountains and forests to survive.
Now? Who dares to think so?
The Human army hasn’t won a victory so far, while Bimon fought the Hai Mu coalition tooth and nail in the Donau Wasteland. Waking from their wishful dream, the entire Sea Clan realized this old opponent from thousands of years ago has pierced through the historical dust and vicissitudes, displaying sharper ferocity than ever! They suffered too many losses, forfeited too many tribes, had their paramount honor as Aegean’s top race taken by Humans, yet they’ve beco more pragmatic and opportunistic than before!
If ti were turned back to the last sea and land battle, where would proud Bimon warriors rely on city defense?
This is the privilege of the weak!
Bimon’s combat style should be to gather strong n, line up on the plains, bare-chested, directly face the baptism of Magic Storm, launch wave after wave of frontal assaults against the Sea Clan army!
Today’s Bimon, though its national power, population, and economy have declined, remains more formidable than a few thousand years ago; this people’s ideological shift advanced only a tiny step, yet the broader impact of their small progress unknowingly brought about astonishing transformation, influencing the whole continent’s situation!
Two days ago, His Majesty Seia Sea Emperor Beckenbauer already rushed to the Donau Wasteland, personally overseeing the Sabak Hai Mu Legion, not for anything else, just to guard against Bimon making any moves—should they aid Humans, the opportunistic Hai Mu Legion would turn their old nest upside down; if they don’t aid the Humans, then the Humans are dood!
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