Gilbatos was resolute and determined to fight the various tribes of Mostana on all fronts.

The messenger who entered Seler territory in disguise also found that the Seler people had no objection to this decision.

The current Emperor Selel issued a national emergency war preparation directive. In the appeal from top to bottom, ordinary people were excited, and everyone was ready to take up arms and resist the "invaders" to the end.

The construction of various fortifications is in full swing. Behind the Collins Line of Defense, there are countless bunkers and simple fortresses waiting for the Mostana people.

"Guardian of the paradise gifted to us."

"Drive out the savage demons."

These are the two most popular mobilization slogans shouted by Seler people.

After the information was gathered, Vanessa fell silent. She put the two children away temporarily. After a long time, she let out a deep sigh.

Fagutar is a very rational person, and he speaks bluntly: "With Serel's national strength, there may be some changes in the dying struggle. The human named Gilbatos is betting on it."

Lu Yu also sighed and continued: "Although the various ethnic groups in Mostana are here to fight for their lives, it is a coalition after all. The acceptable number of casualties for each ethnic group is different, dragging the war into a quagmire and forcing all ethnic groups to fight.

If there are internal differences, Serel can turn the corner."

From a strategic perspective, Gilbatos's decision-making is without question and can be called wise.

However, he didn't know that there was a huge empty island floating not far away from him, nor did he know that he was facing several ninth-level and numerous eighth-level magicians.

Little did they know that the instigator of this war was Vanessa, who had become intolerable to Selel.

Serra also saw the time and added to Lu Yu: "The situation in Mostana has been relatively stable in recent years, but if any ethnic group has suffered a significant loss of combat power due to this war, it is difficult to say whether the situation will be stable.

Continue to be stable.”

Vanessa didn't hesitate: "Let's get started."

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The secretary sent Gilbatos the latest report.

Collins and other front-line soldiers in the war have added another 200,000 soldiers, mostly young and middle-aged people, and combat forces from all over the country are still responding continuously.

Strategic depth is being laid out behind the Collins Line of Defense. Once the Collins Line of Defense is really breached in one go, relying on countless bunkers, bunkers, fortresses, and underground passages, Selier will be able to consume the combat power of each tribe step by step, forcing them to spend

More time to care for the wounded.

The strong enthusiasm for joining the army allowed Gilbatos to see that people's hearts can be used, and the unity of the Seler people has always been unquestionable. This is also an important reason for him to boldly say that the Collins Front will become an unstoppable wound for all the tribes in Mostana.

He walked to the edge of the sand table and examined the chess pieces that he filled into the battlefield one after another.

On Mostana's side, the highest single-target combat power is Ye Shui of the Blue Water Alliance. She is at level eight. Although she does not have the corresponding magic knowledge to support this level, the actual difference in magic power cannot be underestimated.

At this point, Serel, who has an eighth-level summoner, is on par with him.

Gilbatos placed the chess piece symbolizing the seventh level opposite Lelin, which represented the seventh level of Mostana.

Except for Blue Water, who has risen at an incredible speed, the average rank of the various tribes in Mostana is only five, and the highest rank is only five. In terms of actual combat experience, Serel, who has been fighting for many years, obviously has more ranks six to seven.

Combat experience and the number of high-ranking people are both advantages. In this aspect, Selel still has the advantage.

The whole country of Seler is furious and has a strong desire for war. Compared with the various ethnic groups in Mostana, whose opinions are difficult to unify, the Seler with a clear purpose and a last-ditch fight obviously have a greater advantage in peace and harmony.

The various ethnic groups in Mostana invaded on an expedition, and Seler fought at home, so the geographical advantage was self-evident.

Nowadays, the autumn wind is bleak and winter is approaching. There are pros and cons for various tribes in Mostana to launch a war at this time. If they attack quickly, they can take advantage of the cool weather to attack the city all the way. But if the attack lasts for a long time to no avail... the miracle of Blue Water City, they

Serel may not be able to reproduce it.

For the time being, the advantages and disadvantages of heaven and hour are evenly divided, but subjectively, Gilbatos is still willing to believe that heaven is on Selel's side.

Twenty years of reincarnation, Gilbatos's memory of how Serel lost that year was still fresh in his mind. At this moment, when he completed his analysis, he found that all the factors came together... everything was so similar.

If Blue Water can do it, so can Serel!

Gilbatos, who walked out of the room and planned to inspect the defense of the fortress, ran into a legion commander with burn marks on his face.

"Izarebi, can't wait to avenge your embarrassment?" Gilbatos was aroused by the cold wind and coughed again, "Do you want to continue to be in charge of the cavalry and cooperate with the summons to charge, or..."

"Rather than leaving the city, I want to make some preparations for tit-for-tat in the fortress." Izarebi clenched his fists. He was only in his forties but already had silver hair. "Twenty years...can I humiliate everything?"

The opportunity to return it to Blue Water intact, I must succeed, this is my only chance!"

Gilbatos looked at him sympathetically. Izarebi had just debuted and was known as a rising star in the legion. He caught the attention of Selel, and he participated in the Blue Water War with high spirits.

He thought it would be a glorious battle that would completely make the legion famous, but the stench and hot excrement one after another made him a laughing stock from generation to generation.

Although the final failure had little to do with these filth, the leader of the Serel Legion leading the charge was blocked by excrement, and he himself was burned as a result. This was enough to kill him.

After reviewing the review, Izarebi also knew that the other party used the method of excrement and water to make Selel think that the blue water people were incompetent, to arouse their anger for revenge, and to pave the way for the final appearance of the flesh and blood monster to lure the enemy. However,

He really couldn't bear to be the unlucky guy who eventually became a joke!

"Don't worry, if there is a chance, we will give them some sweetness first this time."

"Sweetness...you also want to show weakness to the enemy?"

"Didn't you notice that a group of Mr. Lyons' summoners are no longer at Collins' defense line?"

Izarebi suddenly understood.

Gilbatos sneered: "The longer you delay, the more Mostana will lose here!"

For more than ten days, there was no movement in Mostana, which made Gilbatos very confused.

The closer the time is to the severe winter, the more unfavorable it will be for the various tribes from Mostana who come from afar. The commander of Blue Water should know this very well. What are they waiting for?

In any case, Blue Water's delay has gradually turned Tianshi towards Selel, and Gilbatos has more and more pieces of victory.

Batch after batch of supplies and soldiers arrived at the front line. The long Corinthian defense line had been built like an iron wall by the Serel people who worked together. Magic tools to deal with magic were piled up for free, and the protective magic circles lit up one after another.

Looking at the continuous fortress defense line, even the Mostana people who were convinced that they could win the final victory felt numb. If they were alone, how many lives would it take to tear apart a corner of the defense line?

Seeing that the couriers of the various tribes in Mostana gradually reduced the area around the defense line, Gilbatos knew that the momentum he created had taken effect, and the various tribes in Mostana must be weighing the pros and cons.

Even if you can win, it will be a miserable victory. The final fruit of victory may not be won by your own ethnic group, and your ethnic group will weaken overnight. So do you really want to go all out in this war?

As long as they have such an idea, the so-called coalition will be nothing but a mess.

History has proven the correctness of this tactic time and time again. If all the tribes in Mostana can really work together, Serel will definitely suffer a lot, following in the footsteps of the rebellion of the Zolygos Twins.

But when have the people here ever been truly united?

"Orkus, even if you summon everyone and sit in person, so what? Can you make a decision on behalf of these chaotic people?" Gilbatos smiled proudly.

He has already put together the formula for victory, and is just waiting for all the tribes in Mostana to fall into chaos without a fight.

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Zixing pushed the Summoner, who had been beaten into a human form by her, to the ground, forcing him to raise his head so that Lu Yu could better question him.

"Tell me where you got the knowledge."

"Bah, I can't memorize..."

For a moment, the tentacle penetrated his throat, like a blender, stirring in his head.

"Next one." Lu Yu ordered coldly.

"Don't even think about it..."

"Pfft."

"Next."

Lu Yu's decisive and extremely cold handling method made the captured summoners frightened. Finally, after the Abyss Inquisitor showed some not-so-splendid personal "artistic" works, some people's psychological defenses collapsed.

"For a moment, you are still not as professional as a judge in this kind of thing. Don't dirty your little wings next time, just watch."

Lu Yu's praise caused two blue fires to burst out of the judge's empty eye sockets, but when he saw Xu Mo looking at him, he immediately extinguished them.

"Tell me, sooner or later you will die. Wouldn't it be better to live happily?"

The promise of death actually made the summoner feel at ease, and he asked for a hospice food - fried mushroom pancakes, mushroom fried rice, and mushroom soup.

It’s funny to say that although blue water is the main culprit for Selel’s fall from the top, blue water cuisine is particularly popular in Selel.

After eating and drinking, the summoner spoke calmly: "If you want to know anything, tell me."

"Where does the knowledge to summon these flesh and blood aberrations come from?"

"We... we call it a flesh-and-blood embryo. It was named after Lord Mandrake, and all our knowledge was imparted to us by him."

"Who is Mandrake?"

"Lionce Mandrake, a royal magician who traveled to a foreign continent before. The summoning methods of these guys were all obtained by him in the foreign continent and brought back to Selel."

"When did you bring it back?"

"About, thirteen years ago..."

"How many people have learned this knowledge?"

"There should be... no less than six hundred people, because there are a total of twelve formations like ours."
To be continued...