Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Do you think they will fail?" Zhao Mai touched his lips and said: "The Crimson Legion has two thousand people, and the equipment is pretty good. Each one has experience in fighting and fighting. And Urik's raid team is only one thousand. The troops are divided into three parts to advance in steps. Concentrated forces to destroy one of them, and morale will be superior..."

Zhao Mai stopped, because Tyrion did not refute, but waited for him to continue speaking down. "Okay. Theories that seem to be correct can always pile up, but there is often only one truth. Tell me what you think."

"The Crimson Legion is composed of slave gladiators in the arena. Their fighting skills are fair enough, but there is a short-term insurmountable problem that severely restricts combat effectiveness, and that is fighting faith. The slaves now have no masters and have not gained themselves. They first need to eat, drink and spend their land or property, and they can only obtain it from the enemy. In addition to weapons, Urik’s raiding team carries the most sacks, which are used to hold spoils, and are now empty. Moreover, Although the raid team has only 1,000 people, the slaves have never been counted as the number. The Crimson Legion faced three groups of 1,000 people each, not a total of 1,000 people."

"Understood." Zhao Mai nodded: "According to what you said, the best outcome is just to win a game, a tragic victory, and then end in a disastrous defeat?"

"I also estimated it." Tyrion lowered his voice: "If the logistics is slower, or if they fail to find a safe footing, then the entire army is likely to be annihilated. Ricas and Butcher are both in the Crimson Legion. In the face of the threat of death, although Cotande is in the rear, he may also be punished for poor logistics, at least he will leave the core of power since then."

"Then what is your suggestion?"

"When leaving the city, the Masked Alliance did not come, and it has shown their attitude to a certain extent: they don't want to have too much involvement with you. In this case, think of a way to save Ricas and Butcher. Sure, the Scarlet Army is not your responsibility."

Zhao Mai nodded, then shook his head, and slowly said: "Politics is about uniting one's own faction, drawing in the centrists that can be drawn together, cracking down and destroying the opposition, and finally absorbing the good places and continuing to grow himself. Crimson How can the Legion be considered to be between my faction and the centrist, it is a pity to give up like this. Although I can't look down on the power of more than two thousand gladiators, but I can't ignore the will of the world behind them. The story of Ricas It’s far from over, and the stronger he is, the less demand for Satiri will be. This is what I care about the most."

"The will of the world and the unfinished story, I didn't take this into consideration." Tyrion sighed and said: "I am not you, I can't see the change of the will of the world, I can't appreciate his power, let alone It's quantified and deduced. Moreover, it feels strange, especially since I know that I am also a character in a book..."

"No, because of your legend, there is that book. The instant biography is after someone has done something. Even if it is recorded, it is one of countless kinds of evolution. It is impossible to be sure that it must be you or him. "Zhao Mai said: "Since you have seen the shortcomings of the Crimson Legion, then strengthen him. I will let the gardener dragon count the current situation of the entire large alluvial sand wasteland, including geography, climate, and the distribution of soil. And the production and reserves of Legion Mushroom."

"That's great. With such information, you can better control the situation!"

"It's more than that. If the war is two months late, my soil will be connected to each other, and the monitor bug will be able to relay the situation ahead in real time. You can receive it with psychic powers, which is convenient then." Zhao Mai said casually, but Tyrion couldn't hide his surprise. "Don't do this, you must know that a magician of the level of the Witch King originally has super-distance vision control and communication command capabilities. The kind of remote control commanding wars thousands of miles away in a magic tower is normal for them."

"If this is the case, then the Scarlet Legion has to pray." Tyrion reacted immediately and said: "If the news of Karak's death has not passed, then Urik's Hamana Witch King said Uncertainty will carefully control the scale of the war, and may not use all its strength...No, the difference in the strength of individuals in this world is too great, and the value of life is too low to be judged by common sense. Only the news of Karak’s death passed. Only Hamana Witch King will despise the Crimson Legion. The best record of his raiding team is only to defeat a group of slave soldiers, he will not care so much, and will not consume his own power to remotely command."

"Furthermore, he will discover the soil later." Zhao Mai added: "However, a city without the witch king guards, I am afraid that another witch king will covet it."

"He didn't dare to attack for a while, unless he understood how Karak died. When his spies saw Ricas, he would be more cautious because of suspicion." Tyrion smiled and said confidently: " Zhao Mai, do you have any thoughts on adding a Uric City?"

"If you have the best, you can build one without me. In theory, I always need cities to house the people who will migrate in the future, and I have to separate humans from orcs, especially in the early days. Therefore, I always need more City, more oasis."

"Then I will offer you Uric City." Tyrion said, "The only problem is the Witch King. Only you can fight this."

"I can fight him at the right time, but I don't want to be attacked by other witch kings. That way, the situation is a bit complicated and dangerous, especially when compared to the benefits of a city ~www.NovelMTL.com~ It is not worth the gain. I Has greater potential than both of them, so as long as the situation is stable and controllable, then the victory will become more and more stable. I don’t need to take risks for the time being."

"Understood." Tyrion looked at the blue lake under the blood-red sun, and found that Kaiyan City in his memory was getting more and more blurred. Once upon a time, he wanted to inherit the title of Duke, become the Duke of Lannister and the lord of Kaiyan, the role his blood allowed but his father refused.

But he also had to admit that Kaiyan City had too much of his father's taste. Even if he becomes a lord, it will take many years, or even a whole life, to remove the influence of his father. Of course, there is another voice echoing in his ears: Don't think about it, your father is about to chop off your head, Kaiyan City will not even give you a cemetery!

When the name of the Duke Lord of Kaiyan City was crossed out from the wish list, Tyrion felt relieved, and his eyes suddenly opened up. He has learned psionic powers now, and the knights of Westeros have never seen this! He still has spies, troops, and territories to command. He has a large enough world to play. Isn't this what he always wanted?

And Artas's girl is indeed more beautiful-it is said that this is the result of genetic modification long ago? There are so many new things like "genes" to learn, Tyrion feels that he really can't ask for more.