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This is the appreciation of beauty.

She was not disgusted at all, and was even a little pleased.

It's not that I applaud Roland's lust, but that he applauds his confidence in victory.

If we are not full of expectations for tomorrow, how can we be excited by the spring breeze blowing on our cheeks?

She could feel Roland's passion for victory.

Agnes filled the luminous crystal cup with grape wine and slowly raised it.

"Drink this cup for your firm belief in victory!"

Roland raised his glass, a little confused.

He still has this firm belief in victory, how come he doesn't know it?

Looking at Yanis's rosy cheeks, he suddenly realized.

This is a tragic war, and everyone is worried. As a lord, he must cheer up and be full of high fighting spirit in order to inspire everyone.

As expected of you, Yanis.

Roland's eyes sparkled with a strange look, and he raised his glass in response.

"We, the human race, once competed with the dragons for the sky, with the Titans for legitimacy, with the ancient tree elves for the earth, with the mechanical kings for resources, and with all the races in the world for space. We have stood firm for seven epochs without falling. How can we be afraid of these dirty goblins? dwarf."

"Cheers to victory!"

Chapter 136: Locked

On March 1454, 3, the peripheral battle to defend the World Tree began.

Although Roland tried every means to stop the goblins' advance, and although Agnes destroyed the red-skinned goblins' military ration replenishment plan through dreams, causing millions of green-skinned goblins to rebel and flee, and causing at least 30 red-skinned goblins to starve to death, still There are still 260 million goblins and 50 orcs arriving in the war zone.

The orcs attack from the west, and the goblins attack from the north, east, and south.

The goblin coalition took advantage of their numbers to the extreme and launched a wild attack on the day they arrived.

The first battle took place outside Fort Drau.

Gracia's army relied on strong buildings such as the Great Cathedral to resist layer by layer, causing heavy casualties to the goblins.

But after the goblins put their war machine into use, the Gracian army could no longer resist and had to abandon the castle and the cathedral and retreat to the Minhausen Territory.

The peripheral strongholds were lost one by one. Feilin, who was responsible for the peripheral command, directed the entire army to constantly trade space for time, consuming the goblins' vitality while retreating towards the World Tree.

With the help of the war machine, the goblin coalition's advance exceeded her expectations.

It was originally thought that the outer perimeter could resist for ten days, but it only took four days for everything to fall.

On March 3, all the outer strongholds were lost, leaving only the last Minhausen territory in Roland's territory.

Good news: the Minhausen Territory is larger than the average province.

Bad news: no matter how big a province is, it's just a province.

Standing on the top floor of Münhausen Castle, Roland put his hands behind his back, smiled, and waved from time to time to greet the soldiers who kept passing by the castle entrance.

No matter how you look at it, his face is full of confidence that he is sure to win, but if someone is standing behind him, it is easy to find that his back is soaked.

This is the first time he has participated in a tragic genocide war, so it is good to be calm on the surface.

The battle reports came like snow flakes, all bad news.

The number of casualties made his nerves almost numb. He looked at the names of peripheral strongholds and unit numbers that disappeared from the battle report with an expressionless face, and took away the chess pieces representing them on the sand table behind him.

Opposite the sand table, Agnes sat quietly, exhausted and yawning.

Seeing her tired look, Roland felt even more uneasy.

Just when he was about to remind Yanis to take a rest, the sound of rapid footsteps came.

There are only a few people who can go up to the top floor without announcing it. Judging from the sound of footsteps, they are hard-soled riding boots. There is only one person who likes to wear these boots.

"Felin, your steps are very hurried, which will affect the confidence of the soldiers."

Roland didn't look back, just spoke calmly.

Listening to his calm words, Feilin snorted angrily, "Soldier is not confident? Sir Roland, I think you are not calm either. Don't think I can't see that your back is soaked."

Roland turned and looked at Feilin, his expression as usual.

The Dark Saint's lips were cracked, her eyes were dim, her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"I've really had enough. For four days, I directed all the battles on the front line. It's a good thing that you two can play chess leisurely and elegantly here."

"What to do now? You might as well come up with an idea."

Feline did have reason to be angry.

From the beginning of the war to now, she has been commanding all the battles. Agnes has not said a word, and Roland has not said a word because he completely trusts her.

At first she was moved by this heavy trust, but now the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

There is always a feeling of being used as a fool.

She put her hands on her hips and muttered angrily: "Lord Roland, I have to do things for you after I take the holy object, but you also have to move, don't let me work hard alone."

"You're right, I'm going to take action."

Roland responded with a smile.

The fatigue in Feilin's body was swept away, replaced by joy.

"Lord Roland, what should we do next?"

Roland said calmly: "Abandon the castle and defend the forest."

"Wait, is this the beginning of the forest defense battle? Wasn't there a castle defense battle in the original plan? I don't want this castle anymore?"

"No more."

Roland smiled and said: "Thank you for defending the perimeter for four days. I am ready to retreat. The most precious books have been moved, and there are surprises I left for the goblins in the castle."

Feilin looked at Roland in astonishment and asked in confusion: "What surprise? Poisoned water source, serial traps or other surprises?"

She couldn't believe that Roland was so kind and gave the castle to the goblins without doing anything.

Roland smiled and shook his head, "You can think of these tricks, and so can the bosses of the goblin chaebol. They will check confidently and eliminate traps."

"Mr. Groggs is placing a large number of high explosives underground. These explosives are buried more than 200 meters underground. Using the fire magic crystal as the detonation source, the entire castle can be wiped off the map."

Feilin was stunned for a moment, and her expression changed slightly.

Of course she knew who Groggs was, a crazy dwarf engineer whose expertise was not in engineering machinery but in blasting technology.

He is a mad scientist and a destructive maniac.

She looked at Roland silently and said quietly: "The history of Minhausen Castle can be traced back to the Sixth Era, and it has existed for at least 4000 years. This is not an ordinary castle, but an ancient castle with historical value."

"Yes, the bosses of several major goblin chaebols will be stationed here, so the funeral cannot be careless. They will be buried in the castle, so I will give them enough face."

Feilin felt a chill in her back.

Roland is terrible.

The castle is a symbol of noble status.

Although the Minhausen Territory is in a state of decline, this castle carries a rich history, and it is not shabby even if it is used as a private estate for kings or even emperors.

Such a precious castle was used by Roland as a cemetery to bury the seven goblin chaebols.

He is really a guy who will do whatever it takes to win.

Just when Feilin was silent, a short figure appeared with a somewhat lewd smile, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

"Praise the great craftsman, praise the generous Lord Roland, my work is done."

Groggs did not shy away from Feline. He knew that this was one of Roland's most trusted people.

Roland nodded and asked with a smile: "How many high explosives were buried?"

"Thirteen hundred tons."

Groggs showed off like he was showing off: "Lord Roland, these high explosives are amazingly powerful. With the increase of the fire magic crystal, the power of each No. [-] high explosive is more than ten times that of ordinary explosives."

"Converted, it's equivalent to [-] tons of standard explosives."

Fifteen thousand tons equivalent?

On the same level as a certain little boy, that's enough.

With such a grand funeral, these goblins can go on their way with dignity.

If luck is better and the bosses of the seven goblin chaebols are discussing how to divide the spoils in the castle, it will be perfect.

Roland asked for some more details, and after confirming that everything was in order, he issued a retreat order.

Groggs said goodbye excitedly and checked the detonating device again.

Thinking that at least hundreds of thousands of goblins were going to turn into dust in this castle, his hands trembled with excitement.

The high explosive formula used this time came from the book Roland gave him last time.

The combination of ancient recipes from the Fourth Age and the modern technology of the dwarfs creates a dazzling spark.

The dwarfs and goblins had a sworn hatred. After learning that Roland was going to fight the goblins, a fierce quarrel broke out within the dwarf clan.

They didn't argue about whether to support him or not.

As long as someone is willing to beat up the goblin, they will definitely help, not to mention that the books Roland lent them were priceless and he treated Groggs very politely.

Support is a must.

At the heart of their dispute is the level of support.

After a brief but fierce quarrel, a consensus was reached within the dwarf clan.

Fifteen great engineers unanimously agreed to give Roland the highest level of support.

They sent Groggs, a great engineer who had a close relationship with Roland, to bring hundreds of construction machinery and massive supplies to the Münhausen Territory and secretly join the coalition forces.

Faced with the generosity of the dwarfs, Roland solemnly promised to give the dwarfs equal rights with humans in the territory and reserve an area for the dwarfs in the future city of New Gracia for them to settle down.

The dwarfs didn't take these empty promises seriously, they just wanted to beat the goblins.

After arriving in Münhausen, Groggs explored the terrain, inspected it carefully, and proposed a bold plan.

Use the castle as bait, abandon it at the right time, lure the goblins in, and then ask them to ascend.

This plan is too crazy, and the only people who know about it are Roland and Yanis.

This operation is codenamed [Six Thousand Degrees].

Although he wanted to remind Roland that the explosion temperature was only over 3000 degrees, Groggs did not disturb Roland's good mood with these trivial details. He firmly agreed.

This was the first time Feilin learned of this plan.

She didn't object, but she felt a little sad when she thought that Yanis knew about it but she didn't.

Looking at her lonely eyes, Yanis, who had always been lackluster, reluctantly opened her eyes and whispered:

"Feilin, actually I only knew about it for a while before you. Roland is always so crazy. You should get used to it."

Feilin's mood improved a bit, and she teased with a smile: "Why should I get used to it? After this battle, I will go back to the palace to report on my duties. You are the only one who should get used to it."

While she was happy, she looked at the listless Yanis and asked with some worry: "Yanni, can you do it? If not, I..."

She asked tentatively, but was embarrassed to say that I will command the army for you.

After all, Agnes is the person Roland trusts the most, she is far from it.

However, as soon as she said this half sentence, Yanis slowly raised her head, her eyes a little more lively.

"That's great. Your talents are not inferior to mine at all, but you rarely have the opportunity to command large-scale wars. I need to recharge my batteries these days, and I will leave the battlefield command to you!"

"I only trust you."

Feilin was flattered by Yanis's trust.

After getting Roland's approval, she took over the scepter and sword representing command power.

When leaving the castle, Feilin, who was promoted to commander-in-chief, always felt that something was wrong.

After watching Roland leave with the sleeping Yanis in his arms, she finally came to her senses.