A different world game? A different world game!

In a large, lush mountain region.

Various reconnaissance outposts and fortresses are scattered throughout the forest.

Large numbers of rats scurried back and forth in the forest.

On the small plain at the foot of the mountains, tents were densely packed together.

Alek, the Night's Watch tactical mastermind known as "The Hand of the Battlefield," sat outside his tent, gazing intently at the distant mountains.

The entire mountain range appears lush and green at first glance, but this is only true if you ignore the polluted gases emanating from the plants.

“These rats hiding in the dark corners, and those despicable plague believers.” Even Alek, who was revered as the “Hand of the Battlefield,” couldn’t help but curse viciously at this moment.

It's so disgusting.

These rats are absolutely disgusting.

They turned almost the entire mountain defense line into a plague-ridden land, and these rats, lured and corrupted by the plague, were all walking sources of poison, veritable plague-making machines.

Among the rat population, besides the "evil rat" itself, the most worshipped evil god is the plague, and the two are a perfect match.

The little mice used the power of the plague with remarkable skill and ease, as if they were fish in water.

For this reason, this most challenging battlefield was handed over to Alek, the "hand of war" with the most extensive combat experience.

He is known as the "Hand of War" because of his exceptional micro-management skills.

Through the command system, he was able to subdivide various units into different squads and groups, flexibly deploy them for combat, and gradually erode the enemy's advantage with exquisite micromanagement.

Such a complex battlefield environment is the perfect stage for him to showcase his skills.

Even so, seeing this scene before him, Alek couldn't help but curse in frustration.

However, despite the criticism, we still need to take action.

"Tactical mastermind, a breakthrough has been achieved on the main battlefield in the field. General Blake is leading the Allied Forces with unstoppable momentum."

Upon hearing the adjutant's report, Alek waved his hand impatiently.

"That's a vast plain, with layers upon layers of fortresses everywhere. Isn't it normal for them to be able to advance so quickly? Once they reach the middle layer of fortresses, they will naturally stop and enter a protracted war."

"What's the situation on other battlefields?"

"On the battlefield of the City of Glory, Lady Apis is engaged in squad combat with the enemy. A large amount of evil energy is emanating from there, and the enemy has summoned a swarm of apostles."

“That place is a meat grinder, not a place for ordinary soldiers. Let’s leave it to the Soul Keepers and the Night Watchers,” Alek said helplessly.

In reality, that place couldn't be considered a battlefield in the traditional sense. The special urban area, coupled with the interference of chaotic magic, meant that it could only be a matter of small teams fighting independently and advancing step by step.

Don't assume that chaotic magic only affects your own side; it will also interfere with most of the weak rats.

There, even the rats can only send out their elite forces to fight.

Although it was a battle between elite forces, the number of rats still far exceeded that of their own side, only fewer compared to other defensive lines.

"Crow Fortress remains inactive, and the two sides are still at an impasse."

"Don't worry too much about that place. Although it's part of the rat defenses, it's too remote. Even if we take that fortress, it won't count as a true breakthrough."

"That was just a small gap that the enemy used to fill in the gaps and prevent us from launching any surprise attacks."

"Our goal is simply to tie down as many enemies as possible with the fewest possible troops, so the intensity of the battle will not be too great."

After saying this, Alek continued, "And the last one? What's the situation at the Ironthorn Plains? The fighting there must be fierce."

Upon hearing the question, the adjutant paused for a moment, then nodded.

"The fighting there was extremely fierce, and our army suffered heavy casualties, but the enemy suffered even more casualties."

"However, the overall casualties were still too great. The battlefield was bloody, with a large number of people killed or wounded, whether it was the Night Watch or other Allied forces."

Upon hearing this, Alek could only sigh helplessly, unusually refraining from offering any comment. "It's most likely that the Blood God is paying attention there. That place is destined to be a brutal bloodbath, and there's not much that can be done."

However, the only saving grace is that, due to the influence of the Blood God, the rats will be forced to continuously send more troops there.

Ironthorn Plains will become the battlefield that holds the most rat troops, besides the main battlefield, and the rats will continue to replenish their troops there.

Correspondingly, such a brutal battlefield would provide the Night Watch warriors with a significant amount of experience points, given the influence of the evil god and the fact that the Blood God is also watching.

Given Blood God's temperament, he might unleash his power from time to time when faced with such a brutal battlefield.

Occasionally, a few apostles might descend, but this is considered an unwarranted buff for the Night's Watch.

He's just an unpredictable guy.

To be honest, Alek hates the Blood God the most.

War and the deaths it brings are never what he wants to see. His passion for micromanagement tactics stems from his desire to minimize casualties among his soldiers, which is why he earned the title "Hand of War."

"Finally, some of the soldiers below became agitated because we hadn't taken any action."

Upon hearing this, Alek glared at his adjutant.

"Anxious? What's the rush? Do they want to rush in there and smell that disgusting stench? Or do they think it's fun to wander around in that damn 'shithole'?"

The adjutant felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this, since it wasn't him complaining; he was simply relaying the thoughts of the soldiers below.

"But inaction isn't a solution either; we need to alleviate the pressure on our allies on other battlefields."

“I know. Didn’t we already send two detachments to cut off the left and right sides of the mountain range to prevent them from redeploying troops to other places to provide support?”

As he spoke, Alek sighed again, his gaze once more turning to the distant mountain forest that appeared lush and green but emitted a foul odor.

"Now even the rats have figured out how to evade our surveillance."

It might be difficult to do this elsewhere, but this is, after all, a mountain forest with extremely lush trees.

The rats' deliberate arrangement, combined with the power of the plague, has almost completely enveloped this area.

Reconnaissance troops flying in the air cannot detect the enemy's situation inside the forest with the naked eye.

This limited Aleksandr's micro-management tactics to some extent.

Moreover, these rats also believe in plague.

Even if their logistical supplies were cut off, they didn't care; relying on the power of the plague, they could survive for a long time.

So, this is absolutely a terrible place.

Just then, another adjutant rushed over.

"Tactical mastermind, headquarters has sent a support personnel."

"Support? Just one person?"

Since this person is a support staff member, and there is only one, this person must possess some special ability, at least enough to help him break the current deadlock.

Thinking of this, Alek quickly stood up from the stool.

"Let's go, let's go take a look."

Meanwhile, outside the camp.

A beautiful woman dressed in blue and white close-fitting clothes was quietly observing the situation in this area.

The soldiers around her kept glancing at her furtively.

After all, she is beautiful, elegant, and very charming.

It was as refreshing and ethereal as a tranquil and clear blue sky. (End of Chapter)