The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 632 - 372 Intuition

Chapter 632: Chapter 372 Intuition

Do you understand?

Rod was startled for a second before he grasped its meaning and asked in astonishment, "Aphro, were you once a human commander?"

The doll calmly replied, "Yes, master, I once served as the Great Commander of the Human Alliance through an avatar in the Dream Realm."

Rod keenly noticed two key phrases, "An avatar of the Dream Realm? The Great Commander of the Human Alliance?"

A sour voice from the Book of Knowledge interjected, "An avatar is a special creation of the Dream Realm, controllable by the will within the realm. Of course, the formula for this creation has been lost."

"As for the Great Commander, that was countless years ago. The Human Alliance position was based on the prestige of a former master. The final outcome was the annihilation of the entire army."

Rod was shocked, "Annihilation of the entire army? Why?"

"I’m missing related memories. I only remember the outcome was the Giant Troll God slaughtering on the battlefield. The corpses of the Human Alliance were strewn everywhere, the Black Fog devoured all light, extinguishing the fire."

Rod felt a sinking feeling in his heart, "Is this true, Aphro?"

The doll calmly answered, "It is true."

Rod was silent for a few seconds. Instead, the Book of Knowledge explained on its behalf, "The final battle was probably not due to command reasons. I vaguely remember the Human Alliance was always victorious, I was jealous... quite happy for it, until it encountered an irresistible force. However, its capability should still be there, though far less than mine."

Rod frowned and said, "But, you’ve just awakened from the Dream Realm not long ago. Do you understand our specific situation? The arrangement of the battle, the threats we face, the characteristics, and strengths of warriors, every detail is significant."

The doll said calmly, "My characteristics are related to war. I can make correct judgments with just rough information. Without damaging the soul, I can launch three to five times a day, depending on the scale."

Rod nodded, in that case, there was no problem.

As for how to make Beowood believe, that was simple.

Rod excused himself by wanting to learn about combat and subordinates.

Beowood agreed happily and let Rod stand by his side to observe.

The Trolian’s first Defense Chief was unquestionably very busy. The affairs of the Military War Department were piling up like a mountain, and because strong individuals had gone out to fight, the daily affairs of the Fire Hall had to be handled by him.

Rod had only stood for a clock hour when he saw reports from various places flying in like snowflakes, and orders for subordinates flying out like snowflakes.

Here there was basically no secrecy at all. Beowood completely opened up the information for Rod to see, giving him a general understanding of the current situation.

The Trolian’s various military groups had formed combat clusters advancing in a fan shape along the Dead Ash Mountain Range towards the west, with a large number of logistics and production troops following behind them building human outposts, erecting lighthouses, and purifying the land.

The current progress was not going smoothly. During the advancement, they encountered many problematic points. Star City, Sword Bay, Ash Lake, Wind Fury Cape, and other regions faced significant obstructions.

The intense war-induced disturbances in Spiritual Energy made all four borders of Trolian unstable. Due to a vacuum in combat strength, internal problems arose as well.

Rod had only watched for a moment but felt a sense of storminess, as if the entire kingdom were a house leaking on all sides, an elderly man ridden with disease. Darkness, like a hungry wolf, bit into his outstretched limbs, yet his resistance was very weak.

The biggest problem Beowood encountered was insufficient combat strength.

In front of him, a Spiritual Crystal displayed all available combat strengths. The Fire Hall was measured by individual units, while the various military groups were by combat clusters and teams.

Densely packed, there were several dozen pages, each in different colors.

Among them, white was available, red was in combat, yellow was resting, and black was either severely injured or dead.

The crystal was entirely red; other colors were fewer, with white almost invisible.

Rod noticed Beowood often had to choose from the lighter shades of yellow.

Sometimes, the choice was very difficult, requiring many reviews back and forth. Other times, it was quick, decisions made in the blink of an eye.

While engrossed, the doll suddenly said in his mind, "There’s a problem with this deployment. It shouldn’t send the covert Beowood team. Instead, the Seventh Squad of the Knight Order and the Rogers Squad of the Hunter Group should go."

"Lord Beowood," Rod immediately said, "I have an intuition that this deployment isn’t suitable."

Before Beowood could respond, another defense chief jumped up, "Why isn’t it suitable? This is a carefully chosen plan... "

"My intuition finds it unsuitable," Rod directly answered.

"Intuition?"

The Defense Chief furrowed his brows, but Beowood sat up straight, subconsciously lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

"Tell me about your intuition."

Rod completely repeated what the doll had said.

"Is that suitable?" the Defense Chief asked incredulously. "The team’s combat power has significantly decreased, and the Rock Village’s Putrid Stone Worms are physically powerful monsters. Without warriors as brave as those from Beowood, it’s difficult to contend."

Beowood took another puff of his cigarette, "Tell me why you made this decision."

Rod simply said, "I don’t know the reason. I just know it should be done this way."

"Is that acceptable?" the Defense Chief asked, looking to Beowood for support.

However, Beowood said nothing but recalled Rod’s "intuition" from the Trident River Region incident.

The intuition of a high-rank combatant should never be underestimated, especially when, like Rod, there had been instances of correct intuition.

Beowood stared at the intelligence information in his hands, carefully contemplating the purpose of Rod’s arrangement.

After a moment, he suddenly said,

"I understand now!"

Both Rod and the Defense Chief simultaneously asked, "What do you understand?"

Beowood disregarded Rod’s question; intuition was often not something one could understand on one’s own.

"Look, these Putrid Stone Worms have very sharp Spiritual Vision. They can see very far and simply distinguish the strength of their enemies, thereby choosing to hide or fight, making them very difficult to deal with. Rogers’ intense light can blind them, significantly reducing their threat. All we need are knights who can split their shells, and then it’s just a slaughter."

Beowood said excitedly, not even noticing the cigarette burning his fingers,

"Beowood’s team, being much stronger overall, can go support regions like Bone Mountain! That would indeed be the best use of combat strengths."

"Yes, do it immediately, hurry!"

As his words fell, the text from the Book of Knowledge simultaneously surfaced in his mind: "Haha, 1 Divinity point in hand."

Rod sighed, "Only 1 point?"

The Book of Knowledge wrote, "1 point is already quite a lot, you just moved your lips!"

Fine then.

Rod exhaled, before the moment of Star Flash arrived, he needed to obtain as many Divinity points as possible.

He couldn’t let a single point slip away.

After the alteration of this combat assignment, Dalin continued to work, his smile lasting only a short time before his face became serious and cold again, until Rod shouted once more.

"I have another intuition!"

Dalin looked at him in astonishment; two intuitions in one day were quite rare.

But Rod himself was an extremely rare existence, many things about him completely defied common sense.

Having two intuitions wasn’t that unacceptable.

Dalin lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "Tell me about your intuition."

Just like the last time, Rod repeated the puppet’s words, and Dalin, as usual, derived the truth from the puppet’s words.

The Book of Knowledge laughed wildly, "2 points, well done!"

Although Rod didn’t want to be happy, he still couldn’t help but smile.

Getting Divinity just by moving his lips, where could one find such a good deal?

And the happiest was Dalin, the immense pressure from Trolian almost suffocating him; even in his dreams, he thought about the battle situation and the distribution of combat power.

Coming up with a perfect plan and perfectly allocating combat power was his happiest thing.

There was nothing else.

In the following work, Rod clearly saw Dalin relax a lot, his body movements saying it all, even his mouth corners revealed a smile.

But what he never expected was, although he knew Rod was special, he didn’t expect him to be this special.

Afterward, this kind of thing happened a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time.

With these five changes, the entire situation started to look good.

Dalin had never had such a smile before. However, just as he was about to continue for the sixth time, the seventh time, Rod was ready to call it a day and leave.

"I don’t have any more intuitions," Rod claimed.

Dalin grabbed him urgently, "Wait a bit longer, how do you know you’re out of intuitions?"

"Intuition."

Dalin laughed, "Kid, you better not be playing tricks on me, do you know what those few words of yours mean?"

Rod smirked, I certainly do, a total of 6 Divinity points.

Not many, but not few either.

"Your Excellency, I truly don’t have a drop left."

Dalin was somewhat disappointed, but still chose to believe him, "Alright, little Rod, then you go back, and you can come again next time when you have inspiration."

"Okay."

"By the way, what reward would you want?"

Rod thought for a moment, he suddenly remembered seeing the name Kashan in the list earlier—a part of the secret branch forces.

This girl had been cultivating the Fire Spark of Power of Fury for a long time, wondering how she’s doing now.

Just perfect, let’s have her brought over.

Rod had a bellyful of ideas to ignite her fury – that should count as his merit, right?

Then, with a few words from him, little Kashan could explode a monster with a punch, how great would that be?

Just like now.

Thus, Rod made a request for Kashan to join his Black Battle Group.

Dalin agreed without a second thought—the secret branch forces had complained for a long time, so let this young one take over.

Thus, both parties were exceedingly happy, and Rod also took the opportunity to ask for many supplies.

This move was a huge profit!

However, just before leaving, Dalin hinted that Trolian had always been in a severe state of resource scarcity, that even for the rarest of superstars, the resources obtained were far from meeting their real needs.

In reality, most people had such potential; with unlimited resources, there could be countless strong individuals.

And so-called superstars were actually those who, in such tough conditions, managed to achieve the greatest growth in combat power with fewer resources.

Royal City had been calculating an economic account from the beginning to the end, those characteristics or Fire Sparks that were hard to cultivate and took a long time to grow, were not valued.

Under such immense pressure, there wasn’t so much time to slowly wait for you, nor so many resources for you to squander.

If you don’t bring out combat power immediately, people will die.

This is the cruelty of war.

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