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Zhuge Liang’s Strategy

Weed once again marched with the alliance tribes to the Embinyu Church’s fortress. To ensure swift mobility, he didn’t make any trebuchets.

“Waahh.”
“That fortress is too strong. We won’t be able to win.”

Widespread pessimism among the alliance tribes! The number of alliance tribesmen had decreased by about 140 people. They were simple-minded people, who didn’t lose hope easily, but it was an inevitable result, since they had been defeated after suffering one-sidedly and dealing almost no damage.

Weed didn’t try to boost their motivation in order to encourage the alliance tribes members.

“Realistically speaking, it’s hard to take them down and capture the fortress.”

He deliberately didn’t bring Bingryong, the Phoenixes, and Yellowy. He intended for them to get plenty of rest in order to maximize their power.

The spearheads of the Salmere Tribe drooped downwards. The decline in morale made their shoulders slump.

Nevertheless, as Weed and the alliance tribes approached the fortress, there was a response. Even more troops were posted to the wall, and smoke announcing the attack was rising from the spire.

Weed’s eyes flashed. ‘The Embinyu Church are calling all the savages under their command.’

After the initial recon skirmish, he had taken Bingryong and the Phoenixes for a light survey.

“The savages in this area under the Embinyu Church’s command are very weak.”

The other tribes near the River of Lamentation were much weaker than the tribes allied with the Matallost Church, the Lekiye, Salmere, and the Vejague.

“If we kill 10 and 5 of us die, there’ll be a profit of roughly 27 troops.”

A ridiculously absurd calculation!

As smoke rose from the beacon and time passed, the savage tribes flocked in. They were armed with bamboo spears, axes, and crude arrows.

Weed pointed not at the fortress, but at the newly appeared savage tribes as he instructed, “Minions of the Embinyu Church. Kill them.”

Weed made a simple order the alliance tribes could perform, “Vejague Tribe, CHARGE!”

At first, the alliance tribes and the other savages both didn’t show formation or tactical movements since they hadn’t been trained.

“UWAAAH!”
“LET’S KILL THEM ALL!”

The muscular Vejague Tribe Warriors ran. Each Warrior was a 100-man army!

“Salmere Tribe, it’s your turn.”

Weed ordered the Salmere Tribe into action. As it was their characteristic, the Salmere Tribe scattered to find and hunt enemies. They were top-notch Hunters who shot poison arrows and had abnormally pointy, elongated spears!

The Lekiye Tribe took on the role of casting Confusion hexes on the savages. They bombarded the savages with AoE (Area of Effect) Confusion hexes and curses.

“I feel dizzy. The ground is shaking.”

Though their surroundings were normal, the savages staggered around in the middle of the battlefield.

“My axe. My axe is heavy.”

They couldn’t even lift their stone axes, which seemed to have become 2-3 times heavier.

Such assistance from the Lekiye Tribe greatly augmented the Vejague and Salmere Tribe’s roles.

Against the savages, the alliance tribesmen presented their rather outstanding specialties!

“Kill them all.”
“Let’s not leave a single one behind.”

The 10 thousand neighboring savages were one-sidedly cornered by the 6,000 or so alliance tribesmen. The corpses piled up, and the alliance tribes were getting stronger and stronger as their combat experience grew.

To be honest, he had somewhat planned for the alliance tribe’s growth, but it wasn’t too important.

“It’s too late to make them grow now.”

Since there were over 6,000 of the alliance tribesmen, trying to kick them into shape now was too much!

If he couldn’t maximize the power of his forces, he’d find a more dangerous battering ram.

“We’ll break away from normal siege warfare. There’s no need to fight a disadvantageous battle. Even if the enemies grow more…and even if it’s a hellish battle, we will fight in a favorable environment.”

Weed changed the rules of the battlefield and planned to overturn it with chaos.

The tattooed, scarred, and muscular savages, wearing bear and leopard leather, were fighting for their survival.

*Struum.*

Weed pulled out his harp and strummed it lightly. The harp’s clear sound passed through the battlefield.



Ah. Something is sparkling in that darkness.
Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!

This is bronze japtem.
If it’s rusted, let’s clean it till it sparkles~
You can sell it at the store.

Turn the lights on in your eyes and search~
You can’t miss even a single one.
Let’s collect japtem and make money~

We’ve got to save enough to buy barley bread for a hundred years.
Ah. Ah. Ah.

Item!
A Unique item.
So excited. Let’s dance. Today really is the jackpot.


As Weed’s impromptu harp performance reached its peak, the battle between the alliance tribes and the savages was also progressing.

The Lekiye, Vejague, and Salmere alliance tribes completely overwhelmed the savages. Although Bingryong or the Phoenixes weren’t there, the increased power from the Brothers of Faith sculpture was likely a great help.

*Ruuumble!*

While the alliance tribes excitedly hunted the savages, a change arose in the Embinyu Church’s fortress. The gate was slowly opening as it rumbled loudly. Through the gap in between the gate, Dark Knights and Soldiers could be seen readying themselves for battle. Their armor sparkled with light from blessings and protection imparted by divine power.



We’ll hunt in a place no one has found~
The lonely Hunter’s path.

Solitude is necessary for a rich harvest of japtem~
I don’t hope for someone who understands.
What I hope for is just money~


As he played the harp, Weed’s hand moved more flashily and quickly.

It wasn’t just because the Dark Knights and soldiers were about to sally forth.

*Grooowwl!*

More accurate than a luxury watch worth millions of Won, his belly watch told him the time.

“It’s finally time for him to arrive.”

Weed gazed at the battlefield as he played the harp.

Like soldiers from historical war novels or films splendidly commanding the army! By handling either a fan or an instrument, Weed was directly copying the romanticized appearance of command. His actions reflected the naked reality of how films and novels devastated a person.

*Plunk plunk!*

By the time the gates were completely open, Lion’s Roar was cast from Weed’s lips with all his might.

Unlike the bad tune and song with horrible lyrics he’d been singing earlier, it was a roaring cry!

“ALLIANCE TRIBES, FLEE WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT!”

The alliance tribes left the corpses of the savages in the field and backed off like a receding tide at the signal.

The moment when the Dark Knights and Soldiers were about to spring forward as the gate opened—!

Tremendous Mana flooded the battlefield.

A whirlpool and gale raged, as dark Mana driven by black magic pressed in.

GRAAAAAWWR!
Horrible shrieks and screams of ghosts.

The area darkened and was swept over by murky clouds.

RUMBLE— CRA-CRA-CRA-CRA-CRASH!

Thunder and lightning exploded.

Right in front of the Embinyu Church’s fortress, the ground where the alliance tribes and the savages had been fighting was splitting apart. Weed extended his two arms widely.

“He’s finally coming!”

He sincerely welcomed the first monster summoned by the Power of the Deliverer.

“Come quickly!”

A skeleton wearing a robe slowly rose from the crack in the ground.

The leader of the Immortal Legion. The worst Necromancer, who had probed into forbidden domain; it was the appearance of Balkan Demoph.

* * *

Balkan did not know of forgiveness or mercy. If the Embinyu Church didn’t spare method or means for domination and propagation, then Balkan was an entirely different being.

Subordinate to the power of darkness, he did not tolerate any living beings. A fierce hatred for the living!

A frigid chill emanated from his appearance alone. A monster of the highest rank, just his appearance made the battlefield’s atmosphere sink low. An overwhelming atmosphere rushing in like a great storm.

Weed carefully observed Balkan’s appearance. An old lich with rotting bones. From his appearance, he didn’t differ much from Lich Shire, who had been his disciple. He was slightly taller and his jawbone looked thicker, but Weed, who had personally faced Shire, could only distinguish tiny differences.

“You can really say he’s a truly rich Lich.”

Lich Balkan wore high-class attire. A bleak, black aura was flowing from his body. Made out of extremely good-quality material but shoddy because it looked like it had been used for over a hundred years, the robe would look as good as new with a little mending.

“All luxury goods are originally like that.”

He wore a crown adorned with gems somewhere atop his head. The duck egg-sized gems embedded in the crown sparkled with light. There was an eagle’s skull attached to the staff he was holding. The combination of crown and skull matched Balkan perfectly.

Even from a single glance, he could tell they were Unique items. Lich Shire had also been equipped with incredible items, but his master one-upped him.

“Magician families have a lot of money after all. But…”

There was one weapon in particular that drew Weed’s gaze. A sword penetrating Balkan’s chest! It was the only place the black aura could not cover.

Weed speculated, “Looks like the sword was stabbed in during the Versailles Continent war.” Based on the design on the sword hilt, he guessed it was the relic of the Church of Lu.

It seemed the holy sword was restricting Balkan’s tremendous black magic. Balkan was in the state of an incomplete resurrection!

“Did I bring a reject?”

While Weed was worrying a little, the alliance tribes were overcome by Balkan’s charisma and were fleeing with their tails turned.

Hidden behind the rocky mountain, Weed scrutinized the battlefield. The alliance tribes had

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Chiến lược gia Cát lượngCỏ dại một lần nữa hành quân với các bộ lạc liên minh đến pháo đài của giáo hội Embinyu. Để đảm bảo tính di động nhanh chóng, ông đã không làm cho bất kỳ trebuchets."Waahh." "Pháo đài mà là quá mạnh. Chúng tôi sẽ không thể giành chiến thắng."Bi quan phổ biến rộng rãi trong số các bộ lạc liên minh! Số lượng các liên minh thượng đã giảm khoảng 140 người. Họ minded người, những người đã không mất hy vọng một cách dễ dàng, nhưng nó đã là một kết quả không thể tránh khỏi, vì họ đã bị đánh bại sau khi bị one-sidedly và xử lý hầu như không có thiệt hại.Cỏ dại đã không cố gắng để thúc đẩy động lực của họ để khuyến khích các thành viên bộ lạc liên minh."Thực tế nói, thật khó để đưa họ xuống và nắm bắt các pháo đài."Ông cố ý không mang lại Bingryong, Phoenixes, và Yellowy. Ông dành cho họ để có được nghỉ ngơi thật nhiều để tối đa hóa quyền lực của họ.Rất của bộ lạc Salmere drooped quay xuoáng phía döôùi. Sự suy giảm trong tinh thần thực hiện vai của họ sụt giảm.Tuy nhiên, như cỏ dại và các bộ lạc liên minh tiếp cận chiếc fortress đã có một phản ứng. Thậm chí nhiều hơn quân đội đã được đăng vào thành, và khói thông báo cuộc tấn công đã tăng từ chóp.Đôi mắt của cỏ dại nhảy. 'Nhà thờ Embinyu đang kêu gọi tất cả các savages dưới quyền chỉ huy của họ'Sau khi cuộc giao tranh recon ban đầu, ông chiếm Bingryong và Phoenixes cho một cuộc khảo sát ánh sáng. "Savages trong lĩnh vực này dưới quyền chỉ huy của giáo hội Embinyu là rất yếu."Các bộ lạc khác gần sông sầu nhiều yếu hơn các bộ lạc liên minh với nhà thờ Matallost, Lekiye, Salmere, và Vejague."Nếu chúng ta giết 10 và 5 chúng ta chết, sẽ có một lợi nhuận của quân đội khoảng 27."Một tính toán ridiculously ngớ ngẩn!Khi khói từ beacon và thời gian trôi qua, các bộ lạc man rợ đổ xô vào. Họ được trang bị với tre spears, trục, và mũi tên thô.Cỏ dại chỉ không ở pháo đài, nhưng các bộ lạc man rợ mới xuất hiện theo ông hướng dẫn, "tay sai của giáo hội Embinyu. Giết chúng."Cỏ dại đã thực hiện một lệnh đơn giản của các bộ lạc liên minh có thể thực hiện, "Bộ lạc Vejague, phí!"Ban đầu, các bộ lạc liên minh và savages khác đều không hiển thị hình thành hoặc phong trào chiến thuật kể từ khi họ đã không được đào tạo."UWAAAH!" "CHÚNG TA HÃY GIẾT HẾT CHÚNG!"Các cơ bắp Vejague bộ lạc chiến binh chạy. Mỗi chiến binh là một quân đội 100-người đàn ông!"Bộ lạc Salmere, đó là lần lượt của bạn."Cỏ dại ra lệnh cho bộ lạc Salmere vào hành động. Vì nó là đặc trưng của họ, các bộ lạc Salmere rải rác để tìm và săn bắn kẻ thù. Họ là top-notch thợ săn bắn mũi tên độc và có bất thường pointy, thuôn dài spears!Bộ lạc Lekiye mất vai trò của đúc nhầm lẫn hexes trên các savages. Họ ném bom savages với sự nhầm lẫn AoE (khu vực hiệu quả) hexes và lời nguyền."Tôi cảm thấy chóng mặt. Mặt đất lắc."Mặc dù môi trường xung quanh của họ đã được bình thường, các savages so le xung quanh ở giữa chiến trường.“My axe. My axe is heavy.”They couldn’t even lift their stone axes, which seemed to have become 2-3 times heavier.Such assistance from the Lekiye Tribe greatly augmented the Vejague and Salmere Tribe’s roles.Against the savages, the alliance tribesmen presented their rather outstanding specialties!“Kill them all.” “Let’s not leave a single one behind.”The 10 thousand neighboring savages were one-sidedly cornered by the 6,000 or so alliance tribesmen. The corpses piled up, and the alliance tribes were getting stronger and stronger as their combat experience grew.To be honest, he had somewhat planned for the alliance tribe’s growth, but it wasn’t too important.“It’s too late to make them grow now.”Since there were over 6,000 of the alliance tribesmen, trying to kick them into shape now was too much!If he couldn’t maximize the power of his forces, he’d find a more dangerous battering ram.“We’ll break away from normal siege warfare. There’s no need to fight a disadvantageous battle. Even if the enemies grow more…and even if it’s a hellish battle, we will fight in a favorable environment.”Weed changed the rules of the battlefield and planned to overturn it with chaos.The tattooed, scarred, and muscular savages, wearing bear and leopard leather, were fighting for their survival.*Struum.*Weed pulled out his harp and strummed it lightly. The harp’s clear sound passed through the battlefield.Ah. Something is sparkling in that darkness. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!This is bronze japtem. If it’s rusted, let’s clean it till it sparkles~ You can sell it at the store.Turn the lights on in your eyes and search~ You can’t miss even a single one. Let’s collect japtem and make money~We’ve got to save enough to buy barley bread for a hundred years. Ah. Ah. Ah.Item! A Unique item. So excited. Let’s dance. Today really is the jackpot. As Weed’s impromptu harp performance reached its peak, the battle between the alliance tribes and the savages was also progressing.The Lekiye, Vejague, and Salmere alliance tribes completely overwhelmed the savages. Although Bingryong or the Phoenixes weren’t there, the increased power from the Brothers of Faith sculpture was likely a great help.*Ruuumble!*While the alliance tribes excitedly hunted the savages, a change arose in the Embinyu Church’s fortress. The gate was slowly opening as it rumbled loudly. Through the gap in between the gate, Dark Knights and Soldiers could be seen readying themselves for battle. Their armor sparkled with light from blessings and protection imparted by divine power.We’ll hunt in a place no one has found~ The lonely Hunter’s path.Solitude is necessary for a rich harvest of japtem~ I don’t hope for someone who understands. What I hope for is just money~ As he played the harp, Weed’s hand moved more flashily and quickly.It wasn’t just because the Dark Knights and soldiers were about to sally forth.*Grooowwl!*More accurate than a luxury watch worth millions of Won, his belly watch told him the time.“It’s finally time for him to arrive.”Weed gazed at the battlefield as he played the harp.Like soldiers from historical war novels or films splendidly commanding the army! By handling either a fan or an instrument, Weed was directly copying the romanticized appearance of command. His actions reflected the naked reality of how films and novels devastated a person.*Plunk plunk!*By the time the gates were completely open, Lion’s Roar was cast from Weed’s lips with all his might.Unlike the bad tune and song with horrible lyrics he’d been singing earlier, it was a roaring cry!“ALLIANCE TRIBES, FLEE WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT!”The alliance tribes left the corpses of the savages in the field and backed off like a receding tide at the signal.The moment when the Dark Knights and Soldiers were about to spring forward as the gate opened—!Tremendous Mana flooded the battlefield.A whirlpool and gale raged, as dark Mana driven by black magic pressed in.GRAAAAAWWR! Horrible shrieks and screams of ghosts.The area darkened and was swept over by murky clouds.RUMBLE— CRA-CRA-CRA-CRA-CRASH!Thunder and lightning exploded.Right in front of the Embinyu Church’s fortress, the ground where the alliance tribes and the savages had been fighting was splitting apart. Weed extended his two arms widely.
“He’s finally coming!”

He sincerely welcomed the first monster summoned by the Power of the Deliverer.

“Come quickly!”

A skeleton wearing a robe slowly rose from the crack in the ground.

The leader of the Immortal Legion. The worst Necromancer, who had probed into forbidden domain; it was the appearance of Balkan Demoph.

* * *

Balkan did not know of forgiveness or mercy. If the Embinyu Church didn’t spare method or means for domination and propagation, then Balkan was an entirely different being.

Subordinate to the power of darkness, he did not tolerate any living beings. A fierce hatred for the living!

A frigid chill emanated from his appearance alone. A monster of the highest rank, just his appearance made the battlefield’s atmosphere sink low. An overwhelming atmosphere rushing in like a great storm.

Weed carefully observed Balkan’s appearance. An old lich with rotting bones. From his appearance, he didn’t differ much from Lich Shire, who had been his disciple. He was slightly taller and his jawbone looked thicker, but Weed, who had personally faced Shire, could only distinguish tiny differences.

“You can really say he’s a truly rich Lich.”

Lich Balkan wore high-class attire. A bleak, black aura was flowing from his body. Made out of extremely good-quality material but shoddy because it looked like it had been used for over a hundred years, the robe would look as good as new with a little mending.

“All luxury goods are originally like that.”

He wore a crown adorned with gems somewhere atop his head. The duck egg-sized gems embedded in the crown sparkled with light. There was an eagle’s skull attached to the staff he was holding. The combination of crown and skull matched Balkan perfectly.

Even from a single glance, he could tell they were Unique items. Lich Shire had also been equipped with incredible items, but his master one-upped him.

“Magician families have a lot of money after all. But…”

There was one weapon in particular that drew Weed’s gaze. A sword penetrating Balkan’s chest! It was the only place the black aura could not cover.

Weed speculated, “Looks like the sword was stabbed in during the Versailles Continent war.” Based on the design on the sword hilt, he guessed it was the relic of the Church of Lu.

It seemed the holy sword was restricting Balkan’s tremendous black magic. Balkan was in the state of an incomplete resurrection!

“Did I bring a reject?”

While Weed was worrying a little, the alliance tribes were overcome by Balkan’s charisma and were fleeing with their tails turned.

Hidden behind the rocky mountain, Weed scrutinized the battlefield. The alliance tribes had