Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 314 The Wrath of the Alliance: The Seven-Day Pact
According to the recollections of the elf ranger Loma Wind Chaser, the scene at Featherfall Canyon that day was quite chaotic.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and burnt smells, which mingled with the earthy scents carried by the breeze, creating a schizophrenic atmosphere.

As far as the eye could see, there was devastation. Blackened craters left by the explosion were everywhere, broken weapons and shattered armor were scattered all over the ground, and the most glaring thing was those clumps of paste-like matter, which were the broken bodies that had completely lost their shape.

Fear, anger, and lingering dread washed over everyone present, and a cacophony of voices rose and fell.

Some were calling out to the lord; these were the old Han Hai Territory's entourage, who hadn't yet changed their way of addressing him.

They tried their best to comfort the lord and persuade him to take care of his health and calm his mind. The lord's health was related to the livelihood and future of millions of people in the vast territory that stretched from Xuanshui in the north to Xiyue in the south, from Tianshuang in the west to Diaoyu in the east.

"If you get hurt, what...what will we do!"

Some were addressed as Commander-in-Chief; these were military commanders at various levels. These guys had bloodshot eyes, were rubbing their hands together, and vowed to march into the Green Pine Territory, bombard the Stream Moon Royal City, and vent their anger on the enemy, to avenge their respected Commander-in-Chief.

"Unless we drag these rats from the gutter and crush them, the shame of the Hanhai people will never be washed away!!!"

Some were addressed as "Chairman," representing various tribes in Xiyue. The alliance leaders had been ambushed and killed the first time they entered Xiyue territory, leaving them pale and trembling with fear.

They huddled together, exchanging terrified glances, trying to vent Chen Mo's anger and hoping that the chairman wouldn't take it out on the various Xi Yue tribes.

After all, two seventh-tier professionals died on the spot, and who knows how many other first-tier professionals there were... Anyway, they were unrecognizable!

Chen Mo specially summoned these leaders and representatives on the spot, perhaps to show them what it means to overestimate one's abilities and court death!

"Chairman, please bear witness! Our loyalty to the Alliance and to you, Chairman, is as clear as day!"

Of course, some people called Chen Mo by his full name.

Who dares to be so bold?! Everyone turned to the side, ready to rebuke this ignorant fool.

Oh, it's Princess Liushuang. Then it's alright!

Chen Mo showed no interest in the cacophony of voices, his eyes sweeping across the crowd: "Who just said they had a solution? What is it?"

The crowd looked at each other, and Elder Zegen, who had the most contact with Chen Mo, stepped forward.

"Well, Chairman Chen, the core of the nest, which is also the core of the ruins, usually takes seven or eight years to become wild."

He paused, carefully observing Chen Mo's expression, and continued, "But... but actually, although the number of ruins is limited, Xi Yue has nests that have completed their rewilding, and more than one!"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly: "Where?"

"It's right here in Xiyue Royal City!"

Perhaps because when Chen Mo first started paying attention to the ruins, he was just a minor lord in the Vast Ocean Territory, so in his mind, the ruins were the main path to obtaining cores, and he always kept his eyes on those unclaimed ruins.

In fact, there was one thing he had never encountered before: the established nests of various human nations were basically wild nests.

The reason is actually very simple: the nests in each country have been around for at least several hundred years, and the oldest ones have even been around for over a thousand years. Which nest's core controller could live for so long?

Therefore, after the controller dies, most countries will stop controlling their nests after they have been allowed to go wild. Let them go wild, as long as the input conditions are reasonable, they can still fight monsters and get spirit crystals.

Why waste years of time every time someone changes control?
As a kingdom with a strong magical cultivation atmosphere, the Stream Moon Kingdom has a considerable number of nests, totaling dozens of them. One large nest, two medium-sized nests, and four small nests are all concentrated within the Stream Moon Royal City, which was originally a carefully selected place where spiritual energy converges, making it particularly effective in nourishing the nests.

Other scattered small and micro nests are distributed across various territories of the former Xiyue Federation.

For example, next to White Stone City, there is a small wolf den. Little Josie took the test to advance to the rank of Bronze Warrior through that den.

For example, the Dark Demon Tree that Chen Mo fought for the first time was a miniature nest that had been turned into a wild tree in the Mirror Lake Kingdom.

However, nowadays, what the lord needs is at least a medium-sized or larger nest of the same level as the "Restoration Factory" in the Vast Ocean, so the target is very clear - we can only go to the Stream Moon Royal City to "ask" for it.

Chen Mo straightened his arm and had Liu Shuang give him a simple bandage. Now that he heard there was progress on the matter of the core of the ruins, he began to feel a little pain in his hand.

This entire protective shield can't even protect against a punch I deliberately threw. What kind of strange rule is this?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If these shields could really fly out along with punches and kicks, then what's the point of training? Even a sword saint might not be able to beat a person with money.

In short, the unscientific nature of metaphysics is also a kind of science!
Liu Shuang applied some kind of medicine, which felt cool and refreshing, and the pain subsided considerably. Chen Mo's spirits lifted, and he asked the Xia Yue Alliance representatives present, "So, how long will it take you to take the royal city?"

“Um… Your Excellency,” a representative from the Black Forest tribe hesitated for a moment, then replied uncertainly, “Didn’t you say before… there’s no need to rush? Their actions are perverse, and their collapse is imminent…”

"Did I say that?" Chen Mo's gaze swept over him.

"..."

"Alright," Chen Mo frowned and thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "I remember now, I did say that. Ignore them, let them fend for themselves!"

"But times have changed. Now, they've sent someone to assassinate the chairman of the Summer Moon Alliance, haven't they? How can the alliance not react?"

Old Zegen immediately jumped up: "Yes, yes, Alliance leader, how can such an insult be tolerated? He must be severely punished immediately!"

Turning around, Zegen waved his arm vigorously at a group of representatives from Xiyue: "The assassination of the alliance leader is a despicable act of the enemy's reactionary behavior, a blatant provocation against the entire Xiayue Alliance, and a shameless trampling on the members of all tribes in our alliance!"

"Severely punish them! They must be severely punished immediately!"

With this example set by Chairman Chen Mo, and his words just now, the tribal representatives present seemed to be instantly ignited with passion, and one by one they beat their chests and stamped their feet, vying to express their determination.

"Our 7,000 brave warriors are fully equipped and ready to obey the Chairman's orders at any time!"

"Our Blackwood tribe's ten thousand elite warriors will obey the Alliance's command and go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"Me...we're the same!"

"The Summer Moon Spear Legion is willing to lead the way for the Chairman and raze the Xiyue Royal City to the ground!"

Faced with the crowd's outrage, Chen Mo asked, "How long?"

These words immediately silenced most of the tribal representatives present.

No matter how much they pledged their resolve or how loudly they thumped their chests in front of their leader, they were still well aware of the true combat strength of their own tribal warriors and the gap between them and the elite royal guard.

Although the royal family had previously lost two main legions, the "North Wind" and the "Tree Toad," on the border, the equipment, training, and treatment of the royal army, which had been under the influence of the long-standing policy of "strengthening the trunk and weakening the branches," were still far superior to those of the tribal armed forces.

Even if all thirteen tribes attacked at once, it would be an understatement to say they were evenly matched. How could the time of victory be determined?

If the slogans are shouted out but not delivered, given the chairman's temper today, how many people will be treated with a whole corpse?

At this point, the elf still took a firm stance.

Olivia, the captain of the Elven Guard who rushed over, was communicating in hushed Elven language with Loma Wind Chaser.

Loma Wind Chaser is in very poor condition. This sixth-tier ranger has suffered multiple injuries, including a deep laceration on his left shoulder that exposes the bone, which will likely have a significant impact on his ability to draw a bow and shoot arrows in the future.

The most fatal thing was that during that period, in order to strike the enemy as much as possible and cover the lord, he activated a desperate mode of burning his life essence, which caused irreversible damage. Olivia could clearly feel the dimming and swaying of the spiritual energy in his body.

After this battle, the illustrious ranger's fighting strength was greatly diminished, and he would likely have to leave the guard of the Vast Sea Territory. Loma repeatedly expressed his concerns to Olivia.

As Elder Aiona's confidant, he was one of the first core members sent to serve as the lord's bodyguard. His information network far surpassed that of other elves. Especially after witnessing today's thrilling assassination attempt and Chen Mo's unfathomable strength, he was even more certain that the young human lord's future was limitless.

Its importance to the Elven race is no less than that of another Tree of Life!
However, given the current level of closeness and trust among the elven warriors in the Vast Ocean Territory, once I step down, the elven candidates to take my place will most likely be those newly appointed members of the Watcher faction who have made great contributions to the Vast Ocean Territory and are highly regarded by the lord.

In other words, the Silvermoon Redemption Army, the Frostguard, and the Grand Elder's adversaries.

Loma felt this was not a good thing. The positions of the lord's personal guards were practically a fortified territory. If the Watchers were to occupy them, the impact on the Restorationists in the future would be immeasurable!
Therefore, Loma firmly advised Olivia that she must express her attitude more clearly.

When the lord asked for the time, Olivia stepped forward from the crowd.

"Three days!"

"Please, Lord...please, Chairman, grant us air support to strike at the enemy's Golden Hook Pass. All the soldiers of my Elf clan will give their all and, within three days, capture the Stream Moon Royal City for the Lord...for the Chairman!"

"Three days?"

"Yes, three days!"

Chen Mo remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options, before finally speaking slowly and resolutely:

"Alright, no need for three days, I'll give you seven days."

His gaze swept across the entire area, finally settling on the southwest, in the direction of the unseen Xiyue Royal City.

"Seven days from now, seven days from now, I want to see the Alliance's flag planted atop the walls of Xiyue Royal City!"

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Jingou Pass, the most important gateway and barrier in the northwest direction of Xiyue Royal City, is currently bathed in a tense atmosphere as if a storm is brewing.

Geographically speaking, the terrain of the Xiyue royal family's controlled area is extremely well-designed, and can even be described as uniquely advantageous.

In a unified, centralized state, when dealing with the geographical boundaries of various administrative regions, rulers usually intentionally divide them by natural barriers such as mountains and rivers, fragmenting strategic locations to prevent any administrative region from closing itself off and establishing its own independent territory.

For example, the natural barrier of the Long River in the Eastern Xia Empire, at a glance, all the important cities and towns along the river span both banks, which is based on this unique political consideration.

For the vast territories seized through colonial plunder, the administrative boundaries were often drawn with straight lines, horizontal and vertical. Usually, the rulers would draw a line on the map at will, which determined the future fate of countless lives on the ruled land.

In places where powerful forces are accustomed to being divided into independent territories and where separatist forces have been in long-term confrontation, it is clear that natural barriers such as high mountains and great rivers are almost their borders.

In the former Xiyue Federation, the tradition of separatism is deeply rooted. The royal family and the thirteen tribes have been scheming against each other and constantly clashing for the past few hundred years, so the borders between them are clearly defined geographically.

Among these, the terrain of the royal-controlled area is the most advantageous.

Throughout Xiyue, there is a saying: "Nine parts plains and one part mountains, cavalrymen do not even look towards Jin Gou Pass."

This "mountain" is mainly composed of three undulating mountain ranges, which, like several giant arms, cleverly surround the outer perimeter of the royal control area, forming a natural semi-circular barrier. Together with the natural barrier of the Beilu River, it provides an extremely superior and safe natural environment for the Xiyue Royal City and the surrounding plains nestled in its embrace.

For centuries, the royal family has been able to continuously try to strengthen central authority and weaken local tribes, and this unique and easily defensible terrain advantage has been a crucial part of this.

It is a place where one can advance or retreat, where one can ride horses across plains or hold a pass single-handedly.

Jingou Pass is the western gateway to the Xiyue royal family's controlled area and the closest pass to the Xiyue royal city!
Once Jin Gou Pass falls to the enemy, the area behind it will be a vast, fertile plain. Elite cavalry could reach the capital city in just half a day.

For such a strategic pass, which can be considered the lifeline of the capital, its defenses were naturally extremely meticulous.

The towering city walls are built against the steep mountainside, constructed from massive bluish-gray rocks, rising thousands of feet. The battlements are densely packed with various large crossbows, and behind the walls are catapults and magic arrays. Fortresses and strongholds are located on strategic points on both sides of the mountain, providing mutual support.

That's why Olivia, the Elf Guard Captain, requested air support from the Vast Ocean when she volunteered for the mission.

The commander of Jingou Pass was Prince Monde Hein, a member of the royal family. This general, who was over sixty years old, was a moderate among the royal family and was recognized by the princes as one of the royal bloodlines with the most harmonious relations with various tribes.

But as good as their relationship is, when it comes to bloodshed, Mondi doesn't hold back at all.

The white-haired old general inspected another section of the city wall, and looking into the distance at the enemy's scout post outside the city, where the banner of the Summer Moon Alliance had already been raised, he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"Petty people ruin the country! Petty people ruin the country!"

"The elves are nothing to fear. Even if they occupy one or two cities, it's just like adding another savage tribe."

"These so-called royalists dug up the river embankment and carried out massacres, forcing the Black Forest tribe to the brink of rebellion. Later, they went so far as to demand hostages, force allegiance, and threaten their leader's life with absurd acts. Their crimes are heinous and deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

Several generals guarding the city followed behind, not daring to speak or even nod.

As a member of the royal family, Mondi could curse as he pleased, but if these generals, who did not have the blood of the Hein family, dared to complain, the "omnipresent" royal guards would not be to be trifled with.

Their teeth are always covered in other people's flesh and blood.

"The Thirteen Divisions of Xiyue are nothing but a disorganized mess!"

The old man seemed to be tired from walking. He randomly found a closed wall and sat down with a thud. This is quite rare for a professional with such physical fitness, which shows that Mondi is really old.

"I have never agreed with excessively weakening the tribes; I have both public and private motives."

"For the public good, the thirteen tribes were originally a member of the alliance. Although they each had their own plans, they had always obeyed the Federation's orders. If these deeply rooted tribes were gone, could the royal family control those small tribes with their own agendas and unruly behavior?"

"For my own sake, with the Xiyue tribe still around, the royal family can be united and every prince will be loyal. If the tribe collapses, it won't be long before either His Majesty the Emperor's sword falls on our heads or a prince raises the banner of rebellion to seize the throne."

"Unfortunately, they just can't understand this principle!"

A lieutenant, also from a distant branch of the Hein family, seeing the old general's agitation, cautiously took a half-step closer, squatted down, and gently massaged his stiff legs while whispering words of comfort: "Uncle Wang, not everyone is necessarily blind to things... Some things are probably beyond our control..."

"What do you mean by being unable to control oneself? It just means you can't control your own greed!"

The lieutenant chuckled awkwardly: "I heard that His Majesty has made a deal with Green Pine and also asked Azure Sky Holy City for divine favor. As long as we guard the royal city and wait for Green Pine's reinforcements to arrive, with two great nations, defeating an elf will be a piece of cake. As for those fence-sitters in the tribes, they will surely surrender at the first sign of trouble."

Mondie Hein shook his head, then nodded, as if something was stuck in his throat, but ultimately he didn't say it.

Besides, that would be too discouraging.

No matter how stupid our allies are, they are still our allies; no matter how bastard Xiyue is, she is still Xiyue!
It is Mondehain's homeland!
He struggled to his feet again, dragging his old and heavy body, to continue patrolling the city walls, checking the defenses, and allocating troops, preparing to give this already dilapidated and precarious country a few more breaths.

Just as the moonlight filled the sky, night deepened, and the cool mountain breeze carried a hint of chill, the old general finished his last inspection of the day, and swayed as he walked down the city wall, preparing to return to his residence for a short rest—

A piercing, shrill scream tore through the sky, shattering the tranquil night at Jin Gou Pass without warning! Every soldier on the pass who heard it felt their heart clench involuntarily!

The old general suddenly stopped and looked up at the dark night sky.

The aerial bombardment from the vast ocean arrived as scheduled.

(End of this chapter)