Outside the Nagasaki Fortress.
An Ruo, her face grim, looked at the people beside her repeatedly, and without a word, placed her hand on the portal of the spatial rift.
Kel'Thuzad let out a cold laugh:
"Don't bother looking, it's basically scrap..."
"If it weren't for the combined strength of a few of us barely holding it together, it wouldn't even retain its current nascent form."
"The people on the other side are already trying to communicate using pure magic, as all mechanical equipment has been utterly destroyed..."
"But don't place too much hope on these contraptions."
"Without mechanical support, the range of the spatial rift is extremely limited, and large-scale troop deployment is no longer possible."
"We might very well have to rely on this meager remaining force to fulfill that adult's command."
With that, Kel'Thuzad glanced behind him.
The vanguard they had dispatched had already been heroically sacrificed in the first baptism of the Nagasaki Fortress, and the subsequent reinforcements were all cannon fodder.
Aside from the main force that had been waiting in the rear from the start, not many were left.
But now, they were completely in a situation where there was no one to spare, and no matter how much they wanted to conserve the main force, it was impossible.
"How vicious this black fog is! Its destructive power is perversely immense!"
"Has human technological development really reached such an absurd level?"
"If they can already use such almost uncounterable long-range means to disrupt our spatial rifts, then aren't we in an extremely perilous situation?"
Musaro felt extremely aggrieved and couldn't help but grit his teeth, glaring into the distance.
Since they couldn't sense the energy form of the black fog, they naturally attributed it to special technological products.
Dracula narrowed his eyes:
"Not necessarily..."
"These people all seem quite surprised, not like they are the instigators of this operation."
"And haven't you noticed? After the black fog dissipated, their protective shields also vanished in a timely manner!"
"Even their magic crystal cannons, which they previously ignored, have stopped their bombardment..."
"Does this not prove that they were also affected by the black fog, and that the interior of the fortress has also fallen into ruin?"
Huh?!
Dracula's suggestion directly exposed their blind spot.
An Ruo's face was filled with surprise:
"You mean, this black fog was not released by these humans? So they were also attacked indiscriminately by the black fog?"
"But if that's the case, by what force was the black fog released? I can't imagine!"
Dracula lowered his head gloomily:
"In truth, I can't imagine a force like that existing on this small island of Kyushu..."
"So I can only suspect that the appearance of the black fog is not due to human manipulation."
Hearing this, Kel'Thuzad couldn't help but glance at Dracula:
"You're not suggesting this black fog is a completely natural phenomenon, are you?"
"I truly can't imagine what natural phenomenon in this world could achieve such world-ending effects..."
Dracula chuckled:
"But we have nothing else to believe, do we?"
"We can't investigate the truth of the matter right now, so we can only believe this speculation for now..."
"Otherwise, we'll be completely tied down and unable to act."
"The mission given to us by that adult is one we cannot fail to complete, so does the truth of the matter truly matter?"
Dracula's lengthy speech silenced the remaining three.
They looked at each other, sighing helplessly, forced to accept Dracula's analysis.
Musaro, without hesitation, reached into his pants and drew out his polearm:
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
"Damn it, I really don't believe these weak humans can withstand our iron cavalry after losing the protection of the fortress facilities!"
"Since there are no longer any defensive facilities, let's not be so meticulous. We'll each take a contingent of troops and charge together!"
At this moment, Musaro, with sly cunning, used the changed circumstances as an excuse to try and nullify the preferential treatment previously obtained by the Blood Race and the Undead Race from them.
However, how could Kel'Thuzad and Dracula, such seasoned old foxes, fall for his trick?
Kel'Thuzad immediately let out a cackling laugh:
"Nonono, Mr. Musaro, that is absolutely not permissible..."
"How can the generous rewards we gained through painful sacrifice be declared void?"
"Although the opponent has lost the fortress's protection, they still have a large number of troops stationed there..."
"In comparison, a frontal assault would undoubtedly involve greater pressure."
"This opportunity to perform well in front of that adult should naturally be given to you two, as per our prior agreement in the pact."
Dracula also smiled:
"Kel'Thuzad is indeed a man of integrity!"
"I also believe that our agreement, regardless of circumstances, should not be invalidated by such a special situation."
"After all, the pressure of the attack is always on our side, and we must do our utmost to perform our best..."
"As for you, you should also diligently fulfill your responsibilities!"
Seeing that this matter could not be denied, An Ruo saw no point in arguing further with these two and simply waved her hand:
"Alright! No problem, we'll do it!"
"But let me make one thing clear..."
"Although your task is to provide support to our forces on the flank."
"This does not mean you can be completely idle and do nothing..."
"If you deliberately slack off and fail to exert any offensive pressure."
"We cannot go all out and risk our lives!"
An Ruo's demeanor did not arouse their displeasure.
Instead, her serious attitude put them more at ease.
Thus, the two old foxes smiled together:
"Lord An Ruo, please be assured of this..."
"No matter what, we will never slack off on the battlefield!"
You won't slack off, what a load of crap!
Whether you slack off or not, I'm going to slack off first!
An Ruo grumbled inwardly, her lips curling into a forced smile.