575: Chapter 272 A Turbulent Time 575: Chapter 272 A Turbulent Time After the Battle of Ustato, the elite forces of the Thorny Flower Family, which had rotated and rested for nearly two months, were brimming with morale.
These seasoned Farolis veterans, once again followed Count Eriv on the road to expedition.
After marching for several days, two thousand soldiers returned to the Mamor Battlefield, where the Thorny Flower Family acted as the kingdom’s pioneer, heading south last year.
Arriving at the Orland army’s assembly area in central Mamor, Eriv saw through the northwest part of the camp a considerable number of troops belonging to Grey Robe Valley, visibly with low morale.
Knowing well that Grey Robe Valley’s army had directly faced the onslaught of the undead invasion recently, likely encountering severe setbacks, Eriv felt conflicted.
From a personal standpoint, seeing these “Royal Faction” forces, which had oppressed the Thorny Flower Family in the past, lose soldiers in this disaster, a trace of joy surged in his heart.
After all, he had once fought bloodily at the front lines, giving his all in paying tribute to the Royal Faction, yet he was ultimately excluded from the benefit distribution, unable to get even a share from the Mamor war gains.
And now, that promised land of war achievements that was stripped away had become the most dangerous frontline against the undead calamity.
Eriv shook his head, unable to recall how many times this year he had lamented the fickleness of fate…
Headed all the way to the southeastern area of the camp, upon seeing the more elite King’s Domain Army and the relatively unfamiliar forces of the Farayel Domain, he finally witnessed the main forces of the kingdom, whose military morale was still stable.
The King’s personal troops from the Klonia Kingdom had high spirits, which wasn’t surprising.
As for the Farayel Domain, having just joined the battlefield, the western lords who hadn’t faced a major war for a decade, might not have yet witnessed the terror of the undead army.
However, seeing the equipage rate of the Farayel Domain’s soldiers being no less than that of the King’s Domain Army, Eriv was genuinely envious of those military supplies where even ordinary soldiers could each possess a chest armor.
Recalling the prosperity of the western cities he observed during his youthful studies, the Master of Thorns could only secretly envy the wealth of these businessmen, hoping that Lydwen could make those stingy people cough up a few gold eggs in this battle.
Retracting his gaze, Eriv led the army to establish camp in the designated riverside area, without taking a rest, immediately heading towards the Great Vestra Territory’s camp direction, planning to meet his father-in-law Count Rahman before seeing the king, to understand the current state of Mamor.
Whether he could persuade Lydwen III to permit him to move south to support Leon depended on whether the current battle situation allowed it.
If Mamor’s situation was too strained, Count Eriv wouldn’t waste words annoying that Old Dragon.
Now that he had just gotten the chance to enter the king’s faction, it was difficult to reach a tacit agreement with Lydwen, even his words and deeds should be carefully contemplated.
Leading his confidants, bypassing the Central Army’s high slope camp, before reaching the West Territory’s camp zone, he happened to see a group of lords who seemed to have just been dismissed from a military council, leaving the king’s camp.
Eriv reined in his horse, dismounted to search for the robust and fierce figure of his wife’s husband.
However, upon catching a glimpse of the Grey Robe Valley Royalist’s unremarkable gloomy expression, Count Eriv suddenly had an unreliable guess.
Lydwen III was using the undead calamity to have the Grey Robe Valley’s army bear the forefront, reasonably weakening the Royalist Alliance’s strength?
This indeed was a great opportunity.
Now, in the intertwining territories of each county in Grey Robe Valley with Mamor County, all the Royalist lords had to expend all efforts to resist the undead army’s invasion.
Even if they sensed Lydwen was more or less using their army as cannon fodder, those Grey Robe Valley Royalist forces that were in league with Duke Loman, with General Trolsa of the Deer Family army leading sacrifices, how could they find any excuse to retreat?
Eriv felt that if the undead plague could be completely eradicated in the future, then General Trolsa, backed by the King’s Domain, would suffice to fully suppress and control the entire Grey Robe Valley for Lydwen III.
Along with the territory now captured in Kantadar, countless new lords supported by the king, including himself, and the puppet-controlled southern new king.
Lydwen III now truly possessed powerful forces that surpass the Eastern Nobles of the kingdom.
…Eriv contemplated this, secretly acknowledging that this Old Dragon’s luck was indeed comparable to his own.
He gazed thoughtfully at the south.
To say, whether it’s himself or Lydwen, countless opportunities currently….
are mostly brought about by that Little Griffin’s wing flaps…
Who would’ve thought, a year ago, a fleeing civilian youth would now disrupt the fates of the North and South Kingdoms, countless nobles, and all sentient beings.
just as simple as being a Seryan hunter’s son?
He could pretend to be oblivious, but wasn’t genuinely ignorant, initially didn’t see the problem, but how could he repeatedly be kept in the dark by that child’s adjustments.
If past incidents could still be explained as coincidences and adventures.
That kid, in a few months, transformed from an ordinary boy into someone robust and fierce, able to severely wound the southern Dragon Slayer Knight Valensis, can no longer be described as mere miracles.
Though he had long been suspicious, he intentionally did not delve into that child’s secrets despite his numerous extraordinary experiences.
Traversing Nightmare Forest…
Dissipation of the Cursed Land…
Purple Bauhinia Castle…
Conspiracy of the Alien Empire…
Followed by the Wolf Family Young Master…
Dwarf Mission missing for hundreds of years…
Eastern Continent Kingdom’s descendant prince…