The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 511 Is Glavale Nothing to Worry About?!

As Billy and his group made their way back, on a remote island thousands of miles away from Glavale, inside a massive medieval-style castle, a group of representatives from seven or eight different countries sat in a meeting room.

These individuals were all ranked in the top ten of their respective countries' military forces and were there as representatives of their nations' defense departments. On the projector screen in front of them, several sets of images were displayed, depicting gruesome scenes of war, with severed limbs and rivers of blood. If Billy were here, he would recognize these images as scenes from the battles he had led over the past two to three years, involving countries like Tyren, Oriana, Nanrania, and others.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must have seen these sets of images several times by now, haven't you?" a fair-skinned man with curly hair ignited a cigar and continued, "You should all be aware that these five or six wars were all led by Glavale's Army of Bloodshadow."

"Lord George, you didn't call us here just to show us a few sets of pictures, did you?" a white woman in her fifties picked up her tea cup and took a sip.

"Well, of course not," George exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Lord George, if you don't mind, we're running out of time."

"Lord Handt, are you in such a hurry?" George smiled lightly. "Don't forget, a century ago, in that battle, your country was the one that severed one of Glavale's lifelines to prosperity."

"Aren't you worried that one day, Glavale's million-strong Army of Bloodshadow might set foot on your homeland?"

"Lord George, what are you suggesting? Are you threatening me?" Hant furrowed his brows.

"A hundred years ago, your country, Northfortia, played a significant role, and if Glavale seeks revenge, you won't be spared either." George retorted.

"Is that so? In that case, do you think that, given Northfortia's current position and strength, Glavale would start with us or your country?" George sneered.

"Enough, gentlemen, let's not argue." a dark-skinned man on the right intervened. Then he turned to George and asked, "Lord George, can you please get to the point? Our time is limited."

"All of you here are representatives of the countries that participated in the war against Glavale a hundred years ago," George lit another cigarette and continued, "I believe none of you want to see Glavale's resurgence and its return to the days of glory when nations paid tribute."

"Of course not," the woman said. "If Glavale becomes powerful again, they will undoubtedly seek retribution against our nations for the past."

"But do you all know that if we allow Glavale to continue developing in this way, that day might come sooner than you think?" George's voice grew serious.

"Surely that's not likely," the dark-skinned man took a drag from his cigarette. "A hundred years ago, we severed all of Glavale's vital arteries, and even with a century of recovery, they should not be much of a threat."

"Lord Leo, do you know anything about Glavale's recent activities?" George sneered again.

"With Glavale's current strength, there's no need to worry. I have no interest in them." Leo said with a dismissive expression.

"Is that so? Do you understand the context behind the images we showed earlier?" George pointed to the projection screen and continued, "In these six wars, apart from Oriana, the other five countries suffered casualties exceeding two hundred thousand, with one instance close to a million."

"Glavale's Army of Bloodshadow, in all these battles combined, had less than a hundred thousand casualties. Moreover, in each of these conflicts, Glavale's forces never exceeded a third of the enemy's."

A collective gasp went through the room as they realized the magnitude of the disparity.

"Lord Leo, do you still think Glavale is nothing to worry about?" George asked again.

Handt furrowed his brow and asked, "So, Lord George, what do you have in mind?"

"Everyone should be aware that the Commander of the Army of Bloodshadow is Commander Gardner, King of the West in Glavale." the curly-haired man addressed the crowd.

"Now, he directly or indirectly oversees three out of the four regions of Glavale, East, South, and West."

"If all goes as expected, he will soon become the supreme commander of Glavale's War Department."

"In addition, according to

information from our Intelligence

Department, Glavale has never

abandoned the idea of revitalizing its national destiny since that battle a hundred years ago." Pausing here, he took another drag of his cigarette and added, "If Commander Gardner successfully leads Glavale's War Department, even if Glavale can't immediately revive its national destiny, you should be able to imagine the consequences, right?"

A collective gasp filled the meeting room once more. They didn't need a lot of thought to understand the answer to this question. The

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had been a deep wound for Glavale. Given time and strength, they would undoubtedly seek retribution.

"It's not that simple. We just need to send a group of people to infiltrate Glavale and assassinate him." Handt furrowed his brow and responded.

"Lord Handt, you really need to takeThis is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

some time to study Glavale more closely!" The curly-haired man glanced at him with a hint of

exasperation. "If it were that simple, would I have gathered all of you

here?"

"Glavale has a heritage that spans thousands of years, and their resources are beyond your imagination."

"A hundred years ago, our coalition of nations succeeded because of internal divisions within Glavale."

"At that time, many powerful ancient martial sects not only refused to assist Glavale but also engaged in subversive activities behind the scenes. Otherwise, our success wouldn't have been so easy."

"Today, Glavale is no longer what it used to be. Thanks to the efforts of the current generation of leaders, many noble families and sects are standing with Glavale."

"Even if we send a group of God-Emperor-level experts to infiltrate Glavale, the chances of success are extremely slim. They might be eliminated before they even make a move."

"Moreover, Commander Gardner is exceptionally formidable. So far, no one has been able to determine the true extent of his combat prowess."

"However, based on our initial estimates, he can at least take on opponents at the level of God-Emperor-level small accomplishment."

Handt took another deep drag of his cigarette and asked, "So, do you have any suggestions?"