The First Magic World War

Chapter 318: 308, Wrong Intelligence (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Menilman had just captured two Magical Alchemy Warships, and his strength had greatly increased, but he was also severely short-staffed.

Sabastine was a proper pirate, proficient in various sailing techniques, and although she had not dealt with Magical Alchemy Warships before, she learned to command them very quickly after exposure.

Tumishen, on the other hand, couldn’t manage it. Having studied for half a month, he still hadn’t memorized the magic restrictor codes.

Charles hinted around and quickly understood after asking a few questions—his senior sister disdained the Old Leopard Man for not being able to command the Magical Alchemy Warships, so she only sent Tumishen over for support.

However, Charles didn’t need high-end technology on his side, just fighting capability, and the arrival of the Old Leopard Man was timely.

Charles had not expected Andreas to realize that since Sedona City’s army hadn’t launched an attack, there must have been a problem…

By common sense, Andreas’ deduction could very well be true.

But the problem was that Charles hadn’t played by the book!

Not only was there no problem on his side, but he also had an Old Leopard Man added to his ranks.

Andreas, alone and under the cover of night, broke into Sedona and headed straight for Charles’ official residence.

He thought: If Golden Ram Herolf wasn’t there, he would kill Charles in one fell swoop, resolving the battle on this front, and then attack South Serif with full force!

By breaking through South Serif, he could attack Behemoth, and once Behemoth fell, it would take at most ten-plus days of a forced march from this duchy to approach the outskirts of Strasbourg City.

Strategically speaking, Andreas’ plan had no issues.

Only his first step was mistaken.

Andreas leaped onto the courtyard wall and, using his Sacred Order senses, quickly found the Old Leopard Man eating and drinking heartily, while Charles incessantly urged him to drink more and piled food onto his plate, displaying Earth’s tradition of hospitality to the fullest.

The Old Leopard Man spoke enthusiastically, discussing the internal conflicts of the Orc Assassin Alliance and the future of the orcs, as well as depicting the theories of Septimius the Humanitarian.

Although the Old Leopard Man was a master assassin, he didn’t have a passion for killing. Instead, he possessed a compassionate mindset, always looking to lead the orcs onto a path of light.

Tumishen took a sip of wine and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think the orcs have a future?”

Charles, blessed with advanced civilization from Earth, had seen numerous political systems, a multitude of philosophical discourses, and various solutions to conflicts. The problems over which the Old Leopard Man agonized, which seemed unsolvable to him, were to Charles a matter of simple sentences.

He smiled slightly and said, “The future of the orcs doesn’t depend on whether they can integrate with humans or be accepted by them, but rather on possessing a civilization of their own!”

“To have a civilization, education must be intensely developed. The Five Great Empires all have strict educational systems that cultivate countless talents, but the orcs are still tribal, and their education is still a backward elder-teaching system. Unless this method changes, the orcs have no future.”

Charles spoke eloquently, each sentence pinpointing the issue at hand, making perfect sense.

Tumishen increasingly felt that Charles was an incredible person; though he was only a Mid-Level Transcendent now, he would inevitably rise to the same rank as himself. Suddenly having a novel idea, he said, “There is a segment of orcs who dislike the sea and are unwilling to live on the ocean, but they also believe in the doctrine of not consuming humans. If I hand them over to you, would you be willing to take care of them?”

Charles didn’t have much of a liking for orcs, but he firmly believed in one theory: that underdeveloped areas needed education. Education could solve many problems, while various economic methods were utterly useless.

Reality had proven that as long as education kept up and civilization advanced, many underdeveloped areas could gradually develop.

But without a strong, even forceful investment in education, compelling the underdeveloped areas to learn, simply trying to apply universal moral standards was wasteful, no matter how many resources were put into it. No purely economic aid on Earth had ever saved a country.@@novelbin@@

For the orcs who adhered to the doctrine of not consuming humans, Charles was very welcoming, even though he had once had friction with the Orc Assassin Alliance. But these orcs were the easiest to get along with and the most open-minded within orc society, not to mention strongly capable in combat.

Just as Charles was about to agree, he heard a cry of a phoenix and felt an energy lock onto him. He couldn’t help but internally exclaim, “An assassin!” He then remembered that when it came to assassination, Tumishen was the expert. With the Old Leopard Man around, what did he have to worry about?

No sooner had Andreas made his move than he saw the ordinary-looking old man by Charles’ side suddenly grow fur on his face, turning into a leopard man and pouncing with a speed surpassing Andreas’ own, his hand holding a Magic Stabbing Sword emanating the momentum of a vast sea.

Andreas was shocked, inwardly exclaiming, “Another Sacred Order?”

Clashing with the Old Leopard Man with one move, Andreas spat out a mouthful of blood.

In terms of strength, Tumishen was actually not as powerful as Golden Ram Herolf, but he was the fastest among Leopard People and a master assassin, his speed unmatched in the world.

Speed was Andreas’ foremost skill, but unfortunately, Tumishen’s speed exceeded even his own, utterly dominating the youngest Sacred Order of the Black Phoenix Dynasty, which allowed him to achieve such a victory.

After suffering a great setback from a single move, Andreas dared not linger any longer, soared into the sky, and fled toward Chloe’s camp.

Tumisen sneered coldly and said, “If I let you escape, from this day forward, I might as well change my name to Mecklen!”

He calmly pursued and caught up with Andreas just as he left the city. After a single exchange, Andreas spat out another mouthful of blood.

Tumisen, like a cat playing with a mouse, leisurely held back each time, allowing Andreas to get some distance before striking with full force.

Andreas was stopped by the old leopard man seven times, taking seven hits, and felt as if he was at the end of his tether, unable to withstand a few more blows. Fear filled his heart, regretting not heeding Chloe’s words. Sedona City wasn’t just problematic—it was a veritable dragon’s den!

Sensing the old leopard man closing in again, Andreas hastily landed on the ground; Tumisen was faster than him, and grappling in the air gave him a disadvantage. It was better to fight steadily on the ground and make use of any leverage he could find.

With a long howl, Tumisen’s magic stabbing sword Dao Hai generated colossal force like myriad tons of seawater, ready to end the life of this younger generation with a single strike, when a fierce cry was heard. A middle-aged man in uniform threw a punch from afar, his body wrapped in swirling fighting spirit, turning into a multitude of colorful feathers.

Tumisen couldn’t help but exclaim, “Munson! Have you come to babysit Constantine’s son?”

Andreas, due to his youth, didn’t recognize this top assassin from the Orc Assassin Alliance, but Tumisen, an assassin who dominated the New and Old Continents, how could he not recognize a Sacred Order of the Black Phoenix Dynasty?

This officer named Munson was Constantine’s right-hand man. The old leopard man wasn’t afraid of Munson, but if Constantine was also nearby, he knew better than to expect a favorable outcome.

As an assassin accustomed to certain victories, Tumisen never engaged in battles he wasn’t sure to win. With a flick of his magic stabbing sword, he clashed with Munson’s fist, using the impact to retreat and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Andreas, who had struggled to escape from Sedona and was nearly killed by Tumisen on the way, felt a surge of relief upon seeing his father’s right-hand man, and couldn’t help but ask, “Uncle Munson, why didn’t you chase after him and kill him?”

Munson remained silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, “I’m not his match!”

Andreas exclaimed in shock, “Who is that old man?”

Munson said softly, “One of the three Sacred Order leaders of the Orc Assassin Alliance, Tumisen, the Leopard God.”

Andreas drew in a long breath of cold air and said, “Could it be that the Orc Assassin Alliance has defected to Fars?”

Munson replied, “Byron incited the beastman army to attack Strasbourg and promised to deploy a Blood Ancestor, but the beastman army did not wait for the Blood Ancestor. They were disgracefully slaughtered by Fars’ Sacred Orders, and very few of the hundreds of thousands of beastmen managed to return alive.”

“Feeling deceived, it’s possible they could have defected to Fars.”

Andreas exclaimed in shock, “I encountered another Sacred Order a few days ago whose strength was even greater than Tumisen’s.”

Munson, who had been expressionless, also showed surprise at these words and said in horror, “Among the Orc Assassin Alliance, only the non-cannibal Septimius is stronger than Tumisen. The other beastman Sacred Order leader is more or less on par with Tumisen.”

“If that’s the case, the Orc Assassin Alliance must have indeed defected to Fars, and Sedona is not a mere battlefield but rather the main offensive direction of the people of Fars.”

Andreas was terrified and said, “I know why they are holding their ground and not breaking through Chloe’s camp. With Chloe there, we wouldn’t notice that the people of Fars are mobilizing more Sacred Orders. They are waiting for additional forces to deliver us a thunderous blow.”

“I suggest my father bring his troops over. Only he can stabilize the situation here.”

If Charles had been there, he would certainly have been panicked because if Viscount Constantine arrived at Sedona, it would no longer be a tacit war, but it would become the main battleground for the infighting among the Five Great Empires.

His Westwind Knights would definitely be crushed in no time!

After discussing with Munson for a while, both were convinced that the Orc Assassin Alliance had indeed defected to Fars. They had heard of Charles’ reputation and knew he was an upcoming star in Fars’ military with glorious achievements, but neither believed that Charles could mobilize more than two Sacred Orders.

How could this be possible?

Only the Emperor of Fars, Julius Axtel VI, had the authority to command the Sacred Orders at will.

The two hurriedly left Sedona, ready to report this news, hoping the Black Phoenix Dynasty would take this intelligence seriously.

Half an hour later, the old leopard man returned and said with a sheepish smile, “That young man fled quickly, and he had a helper to meet him. I couldn’t kill him.”

Charles expressed his regret for not being able to kill Andreas and said, “Next time let Old Goat coordinate with you. The two of you working together will surely be able to kill him.”

Tumisen thought to himself, “Both of us have been famed Sacred Orders for decades. Every one of us has practiced longer and been renowned for longer than this young man, and even then, we may need to join forces. It’s truly shameless.”

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