576: Chapter 272: A Troubled Season_2 576: Chapter 272: A Troubled Season_2 The relentless magic…
…Eriv couldn’t imagine how many secrets this child harbored that he was unaware of.
But feeling the sincerity of the counterpart, he had no desire to expose them now or in the future.
Just see it as a gift from the gods, Eriv couldn’t help but recall the ancient myth he read in an old record during his youth.
It’s said that the gods once granted humans a box named Pandora, which brought blessings but was not to be opened.
Leaving it closed brought great fortune, but opening it…
could bring great disaster.
Eriv trusted his intuition and judgment; since the child bore no malice towards him or his family, it was fine to pretend he knew nothing.
His gaze finally found Count Rahman, and Eriv quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Upon seeing his increasingly favored son-in-law arrive with the army, the warhound Count let out a hearty laugh and embraced him warmly.
The Old Earl seemed to have completely forgotten how years ago, no matter how he looked, he was annoyed by this fallen family’s kid who took away his precious eldest daughter.
“Ha, Eriv, you came too late.
You missed the ridiculous expressions of those old immortals,” Count Rahman laughed loudly and unreservedly.
A decade ago, he was a true “Royalist,” fighting alongside Duke Vister against those “Eastern Rebels” under Lord Viren’s command.
He had no fear then, and he certainly wasn’t afraid of the scornful laughter now being heard by the so-called “Pseudo Royalists.”
Eriv also harbored grudges against those old folks mentioned by his father-in-law and had no intention of stopping his ridicule.
Eriv even thought that if King Lydwen III heard his father-in-law’s laughter, it might actually increase his favor with the Old Dragon.
Their endless conflicts and grudges with the powerful Eastern Alliance were exactly what Lydwen wished to see.
But after the laughter, Eriv quickly got to the point, inquiring about the current situation in Mamor County from Count Rahman.
King Lydwen stationed ten thousand troops in the Ustato Territory to control the Kantadar Royal Court and brought only about seven or eight thousand troops here.
However, His Majesty also requisitioned twenty thousand soldiers from Klonia and Ostania…
The King’s Domain Army and the Grey Robe Valley troops under old Trosa’s command have now regrouped, totaling about twenty-six thousand troops.
Our forces in the West Territory have left half of our troops in Magya Territory to guard the occupied lands and defend against Kantadar people’s counterattacks.
Here, along with me, the Duke, and little Ines’s West Bay County troops, we have about five thousand troops.
Before you arrived, ten thousand troops from Farayel Domain’s cities also arrived, and after you, five thousand northern reinforcements from Boraiden Territory are still on their way…”
Eriv listened silently.
Mamor County had gathered over forty-six thousand troops; it seemed that his additional two thousand didn’t add or detract much.
As long as he clearly explained to Lydwen the advantageous situation on Leon’s side, he estimated the Old Dragon wouldn’t obstruct his support in the south.
“…However, the Northern Wizards came faster than Earl Nos.
The Warlock Fortress was emptied, and Lydwen’s edict summoned them all—dozens of high-level mages, hundreds of magician apprentices, and over a thousand Society Servants are now stationed at the military’s perimeter…”
At this point, Rahman snorted coldly: “His Majesty is having them atone for their sins by assisting the army in fighting the undead, saying that as long as they try hard, they won’t be held accountable for their past collusion with those Athias people and the crime of assassinating nobles.
His Majesty can so easily let it go, yet I haven’t even confronted them about Adelina’s matter to get an explanation.”
“Please rest assured, Lord Rahman, I will never let the assassin who attempted to harm Adelina go,” Eriv promised his father-in-law with a chilling tone.
“Well, let’s talk about this later.
For now, we have to deal with those skeletons that appeared out of nowhere first.” The warhound Count curbed his anger, thinking of the overwhelming scenes witnessed at the frontlines, and felt a headache coming.
Tens of thousands of troops were already large enough to obscure the sky, seemingly endless.
But only by seeing with one’s own eyes the furious corpse waves of hundreds of thousands moving across the hills under the dark clouds could one truly grasp the suffocating sense of helplessness.
What’s more, this was only part of the undead.
After the tens of thousands of corpse tides ravaging Mamor County, how many more undead were there?
Rahman couldn’t fathom.
“I heard His Majesty King Lydwen say that the battle in Deyatuk County is intense, with the Corpse Ghost Army recently having completely sealed off the passes of Dragon Claw Fortress.
Fortunately, Dragon Claw’s high walls are indestructible; the Border Marquis’s ten thousand troops, along with ten thousand reinforcements from Garsom Domain, are currently resisting the undead’s invasion.
Now, throughout the Kingdom, only Loman Territory’s troops haven’t arrived; that bastard Ostdor, relying on the natural barrier of the mountains, likely has no intention of coming.” Rahman snorted through his nose.
“The people he sent say a large barbarian army is invading the borders on the Hectorwa Wilderness, and the Loman army is struggling and unable to assist.
This old fart is fooling!
The barren wasteland of Hectorwa is so desolate, how could a bunch of barbarians who can barely clothe themselves hold off the Loman Territory’s forty thousand troops?
Why didn’t these barbarians stop his army during the civil war back then?
Has every savage on the wilderness suddenly smeared Seralir’s potency balm after over ten years have passed?
This old guy can’t even spare a thousand people to face it; he’s giving no face to Lydwen…” Rahman, speaking with enthusiasm, even forgot the honorifics for the king.