The game has become a real alternate world

Looking at the Blood Race Soldiers still attacking below, they swung the War Axe, like a meteor crashing down.

Watching this scene, the Mage could only shake his head helplessly, gripping his Magic Staff and returning to the fortress wall, vigilantly observing.

Muttering to himself, "It's a pity, I thought I could detain the enemy's general.

Judging by his appearance, he must be Martin. I wonder if there are any hidden strong warriors among the enemy ranks.

If not, now would actually be the best time to attack."

Although he said this, he did not take any action, as this was merely speculation. An impromptu attack might incur greater costs, and he was not any officer; he was merely a Mage accompanying the army responsible for the Prince.

At this moment, Martin, with a broken wing, returned to the camp.

"Damn it, there were actually two of them, one had already been hidden in the fortress?" Martin frowned as he reviewed the situation.

He had been observing the enemy's support and was sure the one holding the War Axe was the late reinforcement.

The other Mage was entirely untraceable, or rather, the Mage had always been in the fortress, but hadn't acted much.

The result was another Mage able to contend with his strength.

The Tailor in the camp walked over of his own accord to check Martin's back injury.

"General, one wing is completely broken; it's going to take some time to repair it."

"Then get to work quickly."

Martin pondered that although the camp had another strong warrior, 2 vs 2 might not be advantageous.

To be safe, another person must be called in, and all of the enemy's support must be kept back within the fortress.

"Have the vessels been dispatched?"

"Dispatched; we can move now."

...

With the brief clash between the strong warriors just now, this battle momentarily came to a close.

The soldiers in the fortress finally had a chance to rest; this was a rare moment to catch their breath.

Inside the command room in the fortress at that moment.

Besides the Prince, Bishop, and others, there was a new presence resembling a young girl; Anita stood behind her.

A military officer shouted loudly, "These reinforcements are far from sufficient; the enemy keeps coming in endless numbers.

If no measures are taken, we still can't hold the fortress."

Another Civil Servant then said, "The forces from nearby cities have already been dispatched; the Royal Capital's troops are still on the way.

Also, don't expect the Royal Capital to send substantial force; the Mink Alliance fools have been eyeing the border fiercely."

The Prince only looked at the Bishop and the Saintess.

"Church, really unwilling to take action?"

The Bishop glanced at him, helplessly saying, "I also dislike these dark evil races, but we haven't received any orders from the Great Cathedral.

Healing soldiers and protecting those civilians is the most we can do."

Upon hearing this, the Prince could only sigh, nodding helplessly.

Suddenly the Saintess said, "Bishop, your letter has reached the Great Cathedral.

The Great Lord has already sent the Judgement Court to probe for information within Safro Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, not only the Bishop but even the Prince and surrounding officers all breathed a sigh of relief.

"The reason is... colluding with the Evil God."

As soon as the Saintess spoke, the Prince and others who had just loosened up turned several shades grimmer.

"Colluding with the Evil God?" The Prince's eyebrows knitted tightly.

Beside him, the Bishop looked at him and quietly said, "Have you reviewed the earlier wave bulletin, Prince?"

"Bulletin? No, recently I've been busy moving troops and requesting support, fighting with those damn fools in the Royal Capital." Speaking of this, the Prince fumed with resentment.

"Is that so, about a year ago, near the Safro border, close to the Gray Mountain Range, traces of the Evil God appeared.

Through intelligence exchange with the Dwarves, it was confirmed it's due to previously unseen manifestations of the Evil God."

A military officer took a sharp breath, "Since confirmed, those damned Blood Race and the Evil God should have been dealt with militarily sooner."

The Bishop glanced at him and shook his head, "No evidence; this is judgment on an entire nation."

He narrowed his eyes, seriously saying, "Do you wish the Kingdom also be labeled as colluding with the Evil God due to activities of some Cultists?"

Although the tone was serious, the sarcasm in his words was unmistakable to everyone present.

The military officer said nothing.

He knew all too well that, in recent years, those damned foolish nobles of the Cohen Kingdom have repeatedly been exposed for colluding with Cultists.

Most importantly, some of them were his relatives.

The Saintess merely glanced at the Bishop, saying no more.

Instead, she spoke of some strange intelligence.

"In the Church's new intelligence, the Fractured Stone, Mad Beast Sword Saint, Eye of Breeze, Ante Mage Council... and other organizations have dispatched people to Safro Kingdom."

With this statement, everyone fell silent.

Their silence stemmed entirely from not understanding why such situations arose.

"Why?" The Prince was puzzled.

These organizations are spread all over the world; why come to this place?

Does the Blood Race Royal Court possess some unspeakable grand secret that attracted these people?

"Don't know, it's not mentioned in the intelligence."

Hmph, lies.