Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Nosk, the phrase was used in ancient coastal cultures to describe a very powerful monster that can survive on land, sky, and sea.

The Norsk Federation, interpreted in the traditional culture of the Eastern Kingdom, means "very powerful monster federation".

This kind of meaning is not reserved at all, it really has the style of the Church of Storms...

The Norsk Federation, which is composed of more than 20 countries and regional alliances, has lived up to the meaning of "monster-like power"; although the rebellion and riots within the Federation have not stopped for so many years, it is indeed because of the Norsk Federation Because of the existence of the Church of Storms, the Kenyan Empire, which once coveted this warm land in the east, gave up its mind and turned its conquest goal to Middle Earth.

To some extent, the huge "big mac" of the Norsk Federation can be regarded as the strongest coastal defense line in the eastern royal capital area.

It's just this line of defense, it doesn't always only do the work of the line of defense-the offshore shipping along the long east coast of the Nabalon continent has been monopolized by the Norsk Federation for thousands of years.

Whether it is Kenyan goods in the north, Saukri spices in the south, or various minerals produced in the Middle-earth region before the war raged, anyone who passes the eastern coastline or wants to sell it to the east will have to be happy with the Norsk Federation A knife on the ground...not to mention the various landlocked countries in the Eastern Kingdom.

Why are the land caravans on the mainland so prosperous?Why are Sokri merchants willing to take the risk of crossing the Sorensen Mountains to send spices to the eastern inland for sale, rather than take the relatively convenient and lower-cost offshore shipping?

The Norsk Federation has contributed a lot.

After several generations of accumulation, the Otis family has worked hard to lay the industrial foundation and run the shipbuilding industry. They can only do a little "small business" on the inland canal, and they can't go further. It is also "thanks" to the Norsk Federation. It is impossible for the fleet of the Otis family to enter the sea through the lower reaches of the Barcelo River controlled by the Norsk Federation, let alone do business independently.

A domineering, domineering neighbor who even wants to cut the leeks in your vegetable garden to grow more vigorously is the most unified feeling of the eastern countries towards the Norsk Federation.

And the Norsk Federation is obviously very useful to this eastern hegemony.

The commander of the coalition army and the general of the Federation, Clarence James Lucian, had already regarded the property of the undead regime as his own before he fought against the enemy.

"I have a vague impression of the place of Inador. If I remember correctly, that place was occupied by Sorensen bandits a hundred years ago. It is said that a Kashmiri nobleman went here to run a farm?"

"Yes, Admiral." The coalition officer wearing the badge of the Kashmiri nobleman echoed respectfully, "You know, the cost of land development in the Federation is too high, and there will always be people who are short-sighted enough to be greedy for the cheap land prices in such a small country."

After a pause, the old but greasy-faced aristocratic officer laughed at himself again: "Of course, these guys who are greedy for cheap often don't end well, and those ignorant rural residents can't understand human words at all, let alone diligent Working diligently, the end result is nothing more than losing everything and going home in despair."

Admiral Lucien laughed out loud, as if he was pleased by the self-mockery of the other party, but after laughing, his face changed, as if he was talking to himself: "In this case, how did the Nightmare Butcher turn Inadoli into a What about energy flowing out of the big granary of food?"

The undead regime was impatient to make offerings to the Norsk Federation. The non-staple food produced was not sold to the federal area, but it is common for passing businessmen and tourists to bring plastic or canned food with skull patterns back to Norsk. .

The Kashmir noble officer vaguely guessed the attitude of the other party in a flash of his mind, pretending to be indifferent and said: "Who knows, maybe those Tarantan undead who know how to fight also know how to farm in normal times? The methods of the caster are always endless, maybe The Nightmare Butcher really has some way to use the tireless undead as farmers and workers."

Admiral Lu Xien fell silent, his uncontrollable greed and vague fear changed on his face.

"It's a pity, this black mage is too difficult to control..." Admiral Lucian slowly shook his head regretfully.

The federal admiral looked down on the Rhine royal family, but he didn't look down on the Nightmare Butcher.

Anyway, this black mage is also a long-established figure on the mainland, not only carrying the legend of the Church of the Sun, but also forcing the Church of the Sun to negotiate peace with him; Admiral Lu Xien would not think that such a guy would be General people.

The Kashmiri noble officer knew that the federal general on the opposite side was greedy, and he kept saying that he was Nadli, and pointed at Tarantan; obviously, he was planning to take advantage of the vanguard to grab the fattest piece of meat.

But he doesn't care... Kashmir, a federal country participating in the war this time, has contributed a lot, and it is impossible for them to lose their share when dividing up the dividends.

Those mysterious sources of Tarantan goods had no part in the war against the Federation, so why should he worry about that?

The real regret of the noble officers is that the Federation is too slow to assemble its troops, and the Otis family has already moved away those eye-catching shipbuilding factories. If the war had been launched two months earlier, the war dividends that Kashmir would have been able to share would have been even greater.

Turning his eyes, the noble officer also made up his own calculations, deliberately pointing to the marching route map presented by the Rhine royal family: "Admiral, do you want to invite the staff, please refer to the information provided by Prince Hood and map to determine the route of advance?"

Deliberately mentioning Prince Hood and referring to it again, this is no longer a hint, but a clear intention written on the face.

Admiral Lu Xien laughed, waved his hand and said, "Go and discuss it, and report back when you get the result."

"Of order." The noble officer was overjoyed, he quickly stood up and saluted, picked up the road map, and strode out of the commander's camp.

Admiral Lucien, who represents the interests of the federal government and the Church of the Storm, and the Kashmir noble officer who represents the interests of the federal government, this conversation is naturally not just idle nonsense, but to determine the boundaries of dividends between the two sides before the war...

The sources of mysterious Tarantan commodities that are related to the core interests of the undead regime—including the Tarantan Wasteland and Innad Lillion, two places where the undead regime originated—the federal government and the Church of Storms do not allow others to get involved, " "My own people" doesn't work either.

In other places, such as the interests of the lands of Odis, Adler, and Tachia, only the federal states participating in the war can divide up.

The statement of the Kashmiri aristocratic officers is that they want to take away the property of Prince Hood, the richest member of the Rhine royal family, as well, otherwise it will not be enough.

The road map provided by the Rhine royal family will inevitably bypass Prince Hood’s property. It seems that the Norsk coalition forces will go to the undead regime and the traitors who have defected to the undead regime. After entering the house, you still expect people to burn, kill and loot without committing crimes?It's almost like dreaming.

In short, through this dialogue, the coalition forces have reached an opinion on the harmonious distribution of interests, and it is enough for the two sides to follow the rules after the war.

After the audience, Admiral Lucian turned around and went to see Priest Storm; the noble officer who left the commander's tent with the map also excitedly went to the representative of the nobles of the Federal States who participated in the war... No, the camp where the officers were waiting announced dividends charter.

As for the imminent natural disaster of the undead... the upper echelons of the coalition forces really don't pay much attention to it.

Thirty thousand immortal undead submerge the small nobles leading the army with the "bone" sea tactics. It is really shocking to hear it; There is no need to procrastinate and wait for the Chinese army, [-] iron hooves are enough to crush!

On the same day, the frontline station of the Norsk Federation sent several telegrams to the rear in a tick-tock manner.

In the port city of Moses in the rear, all members of the logistics department responsible for eavesdropping on the enemy's telegrams felt as if they were facing a big enemy, thinking that the Norsk coalition forces, which were in frequent contact with the rear, were about to start some big move.

Then... As soon as the decoding information came out, these logistics technicians who were struggling to use the "One Finger Zen" to operate the computer decoding were stunned.

"Haven't the fight started yet... Why are they discussing how to divide the loot?"

"Isn't Prince Hood their ally? Why are they discussing which company wants which power plant and oil field?"

"Huo, many federal aristocrats want my hometown-is the new town so popular?"

"Wow, there is no one here in Takia..."

These technicians from the logistics department were a little angry at first, but later read it as a joke; they laughed and laughed verbally, but they were very efficient in action. They quickly summarized the contents of the decoded telegrams and sent them to the frontline for reference.

In the camps in the eastern wilderness and valleys, Jerome, the front-line commander of the Rhine People's Army who got up to read the telegram in the middle of the night, read the telegram twice, with a face full of tears and laughter.

"There's no need to post this kind of thing in the middle of the night! Where does this stuff have any reference value!"

The next day, Jerome, who got up a little bit, checked the equipment and supplies that had been transported to the front line, and then contacted his boss through the "inner line" of the matrix, saying that he was ready to go to war.

"Understood. You stay hidden for now, let the undead consume each other's energy first." The familiar calm voice of the boss rang directly in Jerome's mind through the matrix link.

"Understood, we will dispatch at the right time." Jerome said.

After the conversation was over, Jerome immediately sent the soldiers who had gone out of the valley for daily drills back into the valley to check and adjust their weapons and equipment, ready to go out at any time.

After arranging the soldiers, Jerome ordered someone to open a sealed iron box, and personally led the army technicians to install the equipment and fly the drone...

The alien time is August 1033, 11 in the new calendar, at [-]:[-] am.

Earth time happens to be mid-October, early Saturday morning.

Before the all-night players went offline, the system continuously posted announcements, announcing that the long-awaited continuous large-scale battlefield event of the undead warriors would open in one hour (alien time).

Players who played all night and lost a lot of online time for the day cursed at the planner and launched a surprise attack, and hurriedly logged off offline, hurriedly went to the bathroom for breakfast, called and sent text messages to inform relatives and friends who were not online... …

At 12 o'clock in the morning of alien time and 06:30 in the morning of earth time, [-] old players are gearing up to gather near the teleportation points in various main cities and towns; they have already been promoted to the first level, and although their combat power is relatively sloppy, they can at least use the teleportation array. , and more than [-]% of them are in place.

With the addition of 20 temporary battlefield teleportation points in the teleportation option, the [-] natural disasters, which have long been famous in the bitter territory, are double-teaming and descending on the north, west, and south sides of the frontline station in the vanguard area of ​​the Norsk Alliance ...