Chapter 163: The Chosen Warrior Beyond the Boundary

  "Have we lost over seventy men? Although, considering the scale of this battle, our losses can be said to be minimal." The Minotaur sat in a large office chair, one hand propping up his head as he gazed at the holographic projection ball and said: "But this is higher than I expected by quite a bit. After all, you have the best equipment from Thundercrag, and those people from the Central Plains aren't exactly powerful warriors."

  "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you." The projection of Rofler on the black stone apologized, "The enemy has employed a new magical technology that rendered our cannons almost useless. Otherwise, we should have been able to achieve zero casualties. As for the few weapons you provided us with, I want to use them to catch the enemy off guard when we attack the city. Using them too early worries me that something unexpected might happen at that time."

  The benefits of the establishment of the New Eland Federation are not only reflected in material aspects, but also have a significant impact on the loyalty of the Sault people who serve Mo Yan in the city. Regardless of who is actually controlling this federation, at least on the surface, this federation is composed of the majority of Sault people.

  This gave them an illusion that this was their own country, and Mo Yan's attitude towards the originally half-forced service improved a lot. The warriors of the original Saint Phi Iron Hammer Legion, who had always only obeyed orders but never showed Mo Yan a good face, also began to show some respect. Recently, the influence of the New Eran Federation has expanded to the edge of Saint Phi, and many surrounding towns have applied to join this prosperous federation.

  If all goes as planned, Sanfei will become the largest city to join the New Eland Federation so far, and by then, the plan that the Minotaur has been trying to control Eland with will be nearly one-third complete. A monster who was originally hunted down by others can achieve such a feat, and in history, only this strange Minotaur has done it.

  "I roughly understand your concerns." After listening to Lefora's account of the entire battle, Mo Yan closed his eyes and thought for a moment before saying: "If this technique is indeed difficult to implement, then Malo truly has an extraordinary magical talent. It's as if he used it too early and saw something coming, who knows, he might even take some preventive measures in the city ahead of time. The spoils from capturing a city are more than what several legions could get, so we must at least take down one."

  For this battle with Marlo, Mo Yan just wanted to make a quick buck. Those soldiers who went out were just a pile of numbers, and no matter how many died, Mo Yan wouldn't feel any guilt - they were all strangers he didn't know, so who would care about their lives or deaths? Mo Yan only cared about whether he could still make a profit after deducting the costs.

  If he spent a large sum of money to arm this elite troop and couldn't bring the expected benefits to Thunder Cliff, what was the point of competing with Malo? Even if he didn't get along with Malo and had some past conflicts, without significant gains, Mo Yan wouldn't have bothered to do something that wasn't worth the effort.

  Later in the battle, Mo Yan had already decided to use these Sartre talents as much as possible. Now, these war god followers are theoretically his potential enemies, and they have been fighting against demons for thousands of years, so they are very familiar with the way Mo Yan's subordinates fight demons, if they turn their faces, it would be a considerable threat.

  If he hadn't managed to thoroughly bind these people to his chariot before the goddess's shield disappeared, then he would have had to expend effort to deal with these not weak guys. So within the Federation, being able to fight is a good thing for the Salter people, of course, one less is one less. And this degree Mo Yan must grasp very well, otherwise it would be seen that he was using the Salter people to sell his life.

  After Mo Yan made some detailed modifications to Leif's plan to cut off the enemy's supply line and let them exhaust themselves chasing after the Lightning Legion advancing towards the city, and confirmed the location of the Zeppelin No. 1 supply, he closed the projection ball used for communication. This item invented by the Witch and sent over could be considered rare, and it was probably unknown which ruin it was dug out from. After studying it with Riesz, they roughly understood its principle.

  And made a few stone slabs that could communicate with the sphere, according to Riz's words, the material for making the projection ball is now probably gone on the entire continent. He can only take a step back and use some substitutes to make some communication stone slabs, and then link them with this projection ball to achieve the goal of being able to communicate together. This makes people's shadows sometimes flash back and forth when communicating, and voices sometimes become very small or like noise for no reason.

  According to some cow-headed person's bad taste, these uniform black stone slates were made into the shape of a certain apple-produced flat computer. Although the thickness of a book is a huge drawback, overall it still looks very similar. For Mo Yan, who sometimes has strange requirements for appearance, Ritz, who has produced many magical items for him, said that he has already started to see nothing wrong with it, anyway, those shape designs are quite novel.

  When it comes to that lich in the castle of a certain small country, Mo Yan can be said to have had no contact with him for a very long time, and he has not taken the initiative to find Mo Yan either. It's also unknown whether it's because both parties really don't have much to say, or because they've already been killed by some adventurers. That skeleton framework was quite a capable wizard in his lifetime, if he could come to Thunder Cliff, it would definitely be a great help.

  "I don't even know how he's doing now." Mo Yan thought for a long time but couldn't think of what to say to Wu Yao, so he gave up the idea of taking the initiative to greet him. He glanced out the window at the distant Qiongshan Mountains and shook his head, continuing to deal with his work. If possible, he didn't want to deal with these tedious documents either, but this was probably the price of power. Now, most of his time every day was already tied up in front of this desk.

  At this time, a camp with smoke rising from it was located near the border of Eran. Four or five warriors were there preparing their evening meal. On their foreheads, various divine marks shone brightly, and among them, the three-colored crescent-shaped triangular divine mark was the divine mark of the three moon goddesses who were in charge of fate.

  There are three such imprints in the camp, they can be considered the strongest and weakest warriors of the gods. Although the abilities given to them by the Three Moon Goddesses are very powerful, they will not take effect during the day, only when the three-colored moon rises into the sky is their combat power at its strongest.

  "Tomorrow, I'll go try again. A man with a rock god's seal on his forehead said to the three moon gods' chosen warriors: "If possible, can you make some potions for me tonight? If I can get in, I won't come back."

  "You've tried hundreds of times already." Three girls who were identical in appearance, clothing, and movement, with eyes like mercury that seemed to see right through everything, stared straight at the rugged-looking brown-haired man and replied in unison, their voices somewhat eerie: "Don't you give up yet? Fate tells us that everything is still waiting for its timing, no matter how many times you try, it's all useless."

  "But I still want to give it a try." The man, like the most honest farmer, scratched his head with a silly smile and said: "Maybe something unexpected will happen, just waiting here is not a solution. Even if it's useless work, at least I'm doing something, right? No matter how impossible things are, as long as you do them, there's a chance they'll happen."

  "Just like the Earth God, you're a stubborn fool." A sprite emerged from a nearby thicket, carrying a large bundle of fruit gathered from the surrounding area. Sprites were rarely seen outside the central forest of the continent, except for those captured by slave hunters, but this rule did not apply to Divine Warriors.

  On the forehead of the tall and slender blonde elf, the emerald green mark resembling a sprout bursting out of the earth indicated which deity she belonged to. Unlike humans who worship many deities, the elves only worshipped the Forest Goddess and were her chosen warriors.

  "Hmph... although I'm not very good at fighting." The brown-haired man, who looked like a farmer, slowly lost his smile as he gazed at the approaching elf and said: "But I couldn't pretend that I didn't hear your blasphemous words towards my deity. The Forest Goddess is nothing but a mere trickster of plants, without the power of the earth to nourish those plants, her divine power is just a joke."

  "You damned fool!" The elf discarded the fruit in her arms, and the magnificent bow and arrow on her back instantly appeared in her hands, with the shining arrow feathers pointing directly at the brown-haired man in front of her. And the man who was intimidated by the weapon didn't just stand there doing nothing either; as the elf drew out her bow and arrow, rocks from the ground also attached themselves to his body, transforming him into a giant made entirely of rock. The warrior chosen by the Earth God would have endless power as long as he didn't leave the earth!

  "Andrew, Angelina, put down your weapons." In such a tense atmosphere, the three girls didn't show any tension at all. They remained seated and continued to comb their sister's long white hair, saying: "There will only be twelve possible outcomes, and each fate is one that we have stopped you from having. Can't you just stop before things start? We don't want to waste our energy."

  "Who!" Just as the elf and man heard the three girls' words, they were about to put down their weapons when a nearby thicket suddenly moved strangely. A black figure flashed from there. The arrow on the bow in the elf's hand shot out instantly, and the arrow with great power flew towards the figure as if it had eyes.

  Ding! Unable to dodge the incoming arrows, the mysterious person drew out a long sword from their waist and knocked them down, continuing to flee deeper into the forest. The two Divine Warriors immediately gave chase, with the elf constantly shooting arrows to block the mysterious person's escape, but they were all blocked one by one.

  "Beware, the enemy is no ordinary person!" Andrew, transformed into a giant rock man, shouted as he followed closely behind the elf with no loss of speed.

  "This is unnecessary! No ordinary human can stop my arrows! Even if he could see my arrows, his weapons and strength cannot block them." The elf shouted while continuously shooting and running at full speed: "That long sword is only available to us warriors, who is that godly warrior?"