Paul clenched his fist in mid-air.
"In my plan, the war against the orcs will proceed along two lines: one is a traditional sword-to-sword war, and the other is a cultural war."
"On the cultural route, firstly, our enemies were originally a disorganized bunch. Although they have been brought together by Abar, they are certainly not a monolithic group. It's not just about their practical interests; their respective tribal traditions and customs are also quite different in detail. I need to fully understand the conflicts between them and create opportunities for our war against the orcs when the time is right."
Paul described his bright future to Alvis.
"Secondly, if the day comes when we defeat the orcs, I do not want to repeat the mistakes of history. This time, I intend to completely annihilate their culture and destroy the bonds that hold them together as a race."
Alvis secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When Paul announced his plan to destroy the orcs, he thought the young marquis intended to physically exterminate the orc race.
That would be terrifying. As a Scholar, Alvis had an almost instinctive aversion to mass slaughter, and orcs were a race that could communicate with humans.
However, the Marquis was still somewhat arrogant— Alvis thought to himself, knowing that even the young emperor of Gabella had only managed to maintain a stalemate against Abar.
He said, " Marquis, are you sure you can defeat them militarily?"
"able."
To Alvis, the Marquis of Glaeman seemed to be answering a matter of course, not bothering to offer even the slightest explanation.
He didn't know where this confidence came from. After all, in the eyes of the world, Aldor had suffered a complete defeat in the last war with the orcs. How could they have risen up so quickly in just a few years?
Paul looked at him again and earnestly made his request: "Compared to Aldor, which is isolated by the Rocky Mountains, Gabella has more frequent contact with the grasslands. I imagine there is already a great deal of knowledge about orcs in the Scholars Tower. I implore you, Scholar Alvis, to help us lay the foundation for our research on orc culture."
"I would be very happy to accept your request."
Alvis smiled and agreed, hoping to make a difference as a political refugee.
Paul felt very pleased that he had achieved his goal for the evening.
He loathed the orcs, those barbaric creatures, not only because of his position as an Aldor, but also because they had delayed his academic exchange (show-off) conference for nearly two years.
"Alas!" Alvis suddenly sighed. "Why did the orcs choose to invade now of all times? With the roads blocked after the war breaks out, how will those who have traveled from afar to attend the meeting get back?" As a scholar, he couldn't help but worry about the difficulties his colleagues would face.
"Damn orcs, enemies of civilization!" Paul echoed with a curse.
He wished the scholars good luck, but he was happy to provide jobs for those who couldn't return home soon, ensuring they would have enough to eat and wear.
Achoo!
Eileen suddenly couldn't help but sneeze, an act that somewhat ruined her ladylike image, making her blush with embarrassment.
"Sorry, I feel a little cold!" The little princess smiled awkwardly.
"I'm feeling a bit cold too," Catherine added.
In the blink of an eye, La Di suddenly stood up, pointed behind Paul and Catherine who were sitting side by side across from him, and shouted, "Watch out!"
The dining table in front of her suddenly started moving.
The long table seemed to transform into an animal, suddenly springing up from the ground, flipping over Paul and Catherine's heads before rapidly falling back down, lying right behind them.
Paul and Catherine turned around in surprise. They had just seen the bottom of the table when, almost simultaneously, the tabletop pierced through with a crack.
One by one... seemingly icicles, pierced the front of the table, their sharp tips penetrating the wooden board and shining through the back of the table, appearing crystal clear and radiating a cold chill, like meticulously crafted daggers.
If it weren't for this table blocking the view, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Eileen was also within the protection of the table, while Alvis seemed to have been pulled behind the table by some unknown force.
Paul looked around and broke out in a cold sweat.
The wall he was originally facing was covered with dense ice spikes, as if it had been bombed, except for a small area hidden by the table.
At that moment, he looked at La Di, and his blood rushed to his head.
A sharp ice spike was sticking out of the witch's chest.
" La Di!" Paul's eyes widened, and an indescribable, immense pain surged in his chest, as if his heart had been struck hard with a hammer.
Just as Paul was about to step forward, the green-haired witch reached out and pinned him behind the table from a distance. "The only one you can't move!"
Before she could finish speaking, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, the bright red blood staining her entire chest. Seeing her like this, Eileen burst into tears.
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Catherine drew her sword and calmly peeked out from behind the table to survey her surroundings.
Bang!
The restaurant door was kicked open, and the guards who had been waiting outside rushed in carrying short firearms.
They raised their firearms, ready to fire at the assassins they expected, but immediately froze.
Where are they?
Apart from Paul and others hiding behind the table, there were no other suspicious persons in the room.
Catherine was furious. "Damn it, they ran away?"
"I can't be sure!" La Di dared not be careless in the slightest, concentrating all her attention to perceive her surroundings. It was quite miraculous; despite being severely injured, she seemed completely unharmed.
The restaurant felt even colder.
At that moment, Catherine noticed that the air suddenly trembled in front of the open window.
At first, she thought she was seeing things, but he immediately thought of the current situation and decisively pointed to the window.
"shooting!"
Bang! Bang!
The guards pulled the trigger in the direction he pointed, and two loud explosions rang out in the small space, making people's eardrums buzz.
But everyone still heard an unusual impact sound, and upon closer inspection, they saw that the two bullets that should have been fired from the window were stuck in mid-air.
Crack! Like glass shattering, cracks appeared in the air around the two bullets.
After a loud crash, countless shattered ice pieces fell to the ground, and a figure appeared at the window.