The war reporters with the army broadcasted the advance of the expeditionary army in real-time.
After five days of rapid travel, the human expeditionary army joined forces with the fifty thousand strong orc expeditionary army in orc territory, then together moved towards the time-space rift entrance to the Exile Land. Half a month later, the fastest human vanguard reached the entrance to the Exile Land. These were the magic airships and magic flying discs of the mechanical brigade, mostly composed of mages and archers, who had been flying day and night.
The flying magical beast brigade, which could get tired, was still two hundred kilometers away.
As for the heavy cavalry and infantry, they were still on a more distant route, stretching the entire expeditionary army into a long battle line.
Each batch of troops was led by famous generals or knights, while Rody, the youngest commander of the humans, personally led the elite squad at the very front of the entire expeditionary force. People could see that the Resurrected Knight Regiment under Rody, entirely composed of resurrected undead, tirelessly raced day and night, forming the arrowhead of the whole expeditionary army.
"Dear families back home, you can now see the entrance to the Exile Land. Here, volcanoes erupt frequently, and magma spews and churns underground. The climate is extremely harsh. Evil demons, to prevent the just crusade of the human expeditionary army, have summoned volcanic eruptions with fire magic, turning this place into a sea of fire! Look, our fire mage legion has arrived, they are chanting magic too, it's the 'Flame Scorching Heaven' spell. I don't know why, but I'm sure, this must be the miraculous kid Rody's command…" frontline war reporter Maven said from the magic airship, broadcasting to the people in the rear.
"Dear families, this is Bin Hill, 500 kilometers from the entrance to the Exile Land. The abnormal weather has become an obstacle to our progress. It's said to be extremely hot and a sea of fire at the front, but here we are facing storms! Our soldiers, in the cold rain, are moving forward firmly."
"Dear friends and families in the rear, this is Neiwa Marshland. Just now, a powerful magical beast attacked our team, but Marshal Goton and the knights joined forces to slay it. This was a minor setback in our expedition, but it didn't affect the progress of the large army at all. The soldiers are safe and sound, only two ancient camel beasts got stuck in the mud, and Marshal Goton is personally trying to pull them out with ropes. At this time, there's no distinction between marshals and soldiers, everyone is covered in mud... This is reporter Luntair's report from Neiwa Marshland!"
"The pace of our orc allies is very fast. Their physique is strong, almost not relying on mounts, yet their speed is comparable to our cavalry..."
"This is a report from the logistic unit to the rear. Our transport vehicles are full, moving slowly, and the muddy roads are slowing down our progress. Just now, General Fide urged us again, the front expeditionary army has already stretched at least five hundred kilometers ahead of us, we are trying hard to speed up!"
"We are the second route of the expeditionary army, traveling separately, we will bypass the difficult Neiwa Marshland and Bin Hill. While they envy us for not being battered by the storm, we also envy them for not having to endure the scorching sun and heat. The area we are passing through is a desert, devoid of birds and beasts, withered trees, completely lifeless, our progress is fast, but the soldiers are feeling the heat and thirst..."
"This is the temporary command post, Commander Rody is meeting with the generals. To ensure military secrecy, we can only watch from a distance."
"Dear families, we are in the main troop, randomly interviewing a soldier to hear his thoughts... Hello, young warrior, tell me, what's your name?" veteran war reporter Modon pointed the magic amplifier at a young soldier who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. The young soldier smiled shyly and said softly, "Bolon, my name is Bolon!"
"Louder, young man, with the fearlessness of flattening Hell, greet everyone!" Modon chuckled and patted the shy young soldier on the shoulder.
"Hello, families back home, everyone, hi." The young soldier's voice was very soft, and he looked quite shy.
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"Louder, young warrior, a man going to battle should roar..." Modon initially thought this young man was the son of some noble or lord sent to earn some reputation to take over the family business. He laughed heartily and asked, "I heard soldiers like to give
nicknames, I want to know, what do they call you?"
"Ah, they, ah, call me..." The young soldier was embarrassed to say his nickname, looking quite uneasy.
"They don't call you 'Shy Little Girl,' do they?" Modon joked.
"No, they, call me, ah call me 'Ghost Eye Killer,' cough, it doesn't sound very nice." The young soldier said, startling old reporter Modon. Such a shy young man with this kind of nickname, is it appropriate?
"Don't believe him, I'll expose him, his real nickname isn't that." A companion nearby seemed to disagree, laughing uproariously.
"What do they call him?" Modon heard insider news and immediately pointed the magic amplifier over.
"This guy is a relentless killer, bloodthirsty by nature, with an especially twisted ability. During training, he once killed over sixty fleeing Galle rebels barehanded and even bit through the throat of a rebel knight. He was nominated three times by our leader to be selected for the elite squad. Later, General Tommy personally chose him as a reserve member of the elite squad. Now he's back leading troops, and look, his armband shows he's a deputy commander. Damn it, he joined the army because of my recommendation, and now he's my superior! Do you want to know his new nickname? We now call him 'The Bloodthirsty Ghoul'! Because once he's on the battlefield, he greedily devours the lives of his enemies like a ghoul..." The chatter of his companions made veteran reporter Modon's jaw drop.
People are not always what they seem, Modon thought now.
Who would have guessed that such a shy young man, like a timid girl, is actually a 'murderous maniac', no, a 'Bloodthirsty Ghoul'!
"Cough, cough, young man, what's in this bag you're carrying?" Reporter Modon decided to change the subject.
"This is soil from my hometown. Each of us carries a small bag. If we die in battle, our comrades will burn our bodies to ashes, mix them with this soil, and then take it back. Because even in death, we wish to be in the land of our birth!" The young soldier's words again made reporter Modon look at him with respect.
"Dear folks at home, you must have heard the heart's voice of an ordinary soldier. This is the wish of our sons, the wish of our human warriors. With a fearless spirit unafraid of sacrifice, they came here, but their hearts always remain in our human world, left with their loved ones in the rear... Let's all bless these young warriors! They are our pride, and also our concern!" Veteran reporter Modon said emotionally, his old eyes turning red.
At the time-space rift of the Land of Exile, Rody was commanding a large group of mages to trigger volcanic eruptions with fire magic.
The greatest space-time magic master, Lady Shanze Xianzi Setisi, stood by his side.
The demon race massively destroyed the time-space entrance, intending to stop the human crusade. If any other commander had led the attack, the demons would have scorned it, thinking they would retreat without even reaching the Land of Exile. But this time, it was the miraculous kid Rody leading the expedition.
No one dared to question the abilities of the miraculous kid Rody. All demons, including the four demon kings, who tried to stand up to him, became his captives, slaves, and even his dark puppets. So, even though the demons were arrogant and overbearing, they did not dare to underestimate him. They took advantage of the time when humans were training soldiers for the expedition to massively destroy the time-space entrance and triggered volcanic eruptions on the ground, turning the blood-red magma into lakes, intending to stop the human expeditionary army's advance.
These actions couldn't stop those stronger than sky warriors, nor could they stop the flying brigade.
However, the human army couldn't all be sky warriors or flying units. The most important components of the human army have always been the cavalry and infantry.
"It's not enough; we need a larger eruption of thermal energy to enlarge the time-space rift and create a new entrance. Moreover, the volcano will become stable after the eruption, making it safe for soldiers to approach," Setisi suggested Rody order more mages to chant fire magic.
"Let us do it, Rody!" Fifteen resurrected millennium saints, usually not exposed to the public, wanted to help at this moment.
"Wait a moment, saints..." Rody turned to Lady Shanze Xianzi Setisi and said, "I'm thinking of using a counteracting method, first dousing the volcano with a large amount of rainwater to plug it, then summoning the volcano along with earthquake magic. Wouldn't it be better to have a more explosive eruption after suppression? If the force isn't enough at that time, we can also summon fire meteors to strike!"
"Although your method is good, it's too dangerous," Shanze Xianzi Setisi was worried about the power exceeding estimates, causing casualties, or magical backlash.
"Setisi, your method is very safe, but it consumes too much magical power from the mages and takes too long. Let's proceed with my plan, and I'll personally trigger the final volcanic eruption..." Rody was determined to enter the Land of Exile as soon as possible.
"You're the commander, so of course, you decide the final method," Setisi smiled slightly and said, "But don't blame me if the fire burns your eyebrows!"