Fantasy Lord: Beginning with Daily Intelligence

To what extent has Thor’s strength developed, even Count Engel couldn’t determine. That was the situation before, but a year has passed now, and if Thor were to tell him he had already broken through to become a Sky Knight, Count Engel felt he wouldn’t be too surprised.

"Buzz!"

Of course, at this moment, Thor didn’t know what his father had in mind, and his spiritual power instantly touched the sheepskin scroll.

A ripple spread in his consciousness, and then streams of information poured into his mind.

They were images.

A vast and primitive world unfolded in his mind: jungles, mountains, rivers, and all kinds of creatures.

"This is!"

Thor muttered to himself in surprise, but soon, as more images appeared, he finally understood what his father meant by some differences.

In the past, kingdom wars resembled guild wars in his previous life, with the powers of the great kingdoms projecting into those new worlds, waging wars among themselves. The more victories they achieved, the more benefits the kingdoms would naturally reap.

But this time, it was radiated from each noble point across the entire world rather than projecting the overall power of the kingdoms. This meant that every noble’s team would be scattered, and no one could guarantee who would be nearby.

Even among nobles of the Tulip Kingdom, there could be battles, let alone when encountering nobles from other kingdoms.

Compared to previous kingdom wars, this war was going to be more dangerous.

The difficulty would also be greater.

Because no kingdom could consolidate its power.

In a vast world that might not be inferior to the present massive world, gathering nobles of the same faction scattered throughout the world seemed like a fantasy, especially without the involvement of the Royal Family.

He gently put down the sheepskin scroll with his right hand, and there was a trace of gravity in Thor’s expression.

Seeing that Thor seemed to comprehend the contents.

Count Engel couldn’t help but sigh.

"You know, don’t you!"

"This time, it’s probably going to be the most brutal slaughter!"

He spoke softly.

For Count Engel, or rather, for the entire Dressrosa Family, this wasn’t good news.

If it were in the previous form, with Thor’s strength, combined with Count Engel’s breakthrough to Sky Knight, and the current strength of the Dressrosa expansion and the Eagle Territory, it certainly would have been their stage.

But now, all major nobles were separated out, including each branch of the Dressrosa Family, which had to be split off, and just like that, let alone achievements, some branches of the Dressrosa Family might suffer heavy losses.

The Dressrosa Family had been too prominent recently, although the power they took over hadn’t manifested yet, who wouldn’t expect their own interests not to be encroached upon in the upcoming days, not to mention other kingdoms. Even within the Tulip Kingdom, Count Engel had no doubt that many families would make a move once they encountered the Dressrosa Family.

Thor was silent; Count Engel’s words were simple, and he naturally understood the key issue.

He wasn’t worried about these matters, because even if his strength was lacking, he had a daily intelligence system; it wouldn’t be easy to trap him.

But the problem he wasn’t worried about didn’t mean other branches of the Dressrosa Family weren’t concerned.

The entire Dressrosa Family was enormous. Over the past two hundred years, the Dressrosa Family had continuously expanded to nearly fifty-nine territories before. Due to divine revelations and a series of changes, the territories not only didn’t decrease but increased to fifty-nine at present.

Apart from those who just became Pioneer Lords, a total of thirty-eight nobles and Pioneer Lords needed to participate in the kingdom wars.

These thirty-eight Noble Lords were not all like Thor or Count Engel, with most Barons, Viscounts, and entire branch families might not even have one Earth Knight.

"All we can do is try to take care of them as much as possible!"

"The rest, I’m afraid we can’t do much!"

Thor sighed and shook his head; even he had no good solution for the thirty-eight nobles and Pioneer Lords.

Especially with this kind of random distribution, even if he wanted to help, it would be difficult.

Unless he could gather these people together.

But the problem was his golden finger was a daily intelligence system, not instant communication; on such a vast map, it was impossible to find them.

Listening to Thor’s words, Count Engel couldn’t help but sigh again.

No one expected such changes in this kingdom war.

It was completely unanticipated.

It rendered all his prior preparations void.

This time, let alone if they could be promoted to Marquis Family, it would be fortunate if the whole Dressrosa Family didn’t suffer heavy losses.

With a sigh, the father and son conversed again.

Then, Thor and his entourage were arranged by Engel to rest in a certain place.

The night gradually passed.

A new day arrived as promised.

Just as he got up.

Seeing the approaching figure, Thor couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Thor!"

Erica greeted with a sweet smile.