Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 694 - 499: Icing on the Cake_3

Chapter 694: Chapter 499: Icing on the Cake_3

This is the truly terrifying aspect of the Path of War.

It can fully realize war-fueled cultivation of Transcendent Elite talents; now, what limits Zalanda’s pace is, ironically, the infrequency of warfare.

Understand what was going on, Gaven nodded and said, "Then I won’t stand on ceremony with you."

"Hold on, there’s more," Zalanda waved his hand, and a piercing blast of horns sounded. A troop of heavy-armored cavalry thundered over.

At the lead, a man of great stature, mounted on a robust boar with fangs like razors. It was none other than the indomitable Nola.

These hundred heavy-armored cavalrymen galloped up to Gaven, pulled their horses to a synchronized halt showcasing their excellent horsemanship, dismounted with a great noise, then took a knee before him, declaring in unison, "Nort Guard Squad, at your service, Baron. Wherever you go, we shall follow unto death."

Standing aside, Zalanda said, "From today on, you are Baron Nort. This title doesn’t need my conferment, nor am I qualified to bestow it. You will lead them north with this identity."

The fact that Gaven didn’t share a drop of Nort Family blood was completely disregarded by Zalanda.

Often, the truth isn’t important as long as others acknowledge it.

The noble circles are famously chaotic in this regard, those families that have lasted for hundreds of years have, unbeknownst to most, seen their bloodlines changed several times over.

"Good, good, good, everyone rise," exclaimed Gaven, unable to contain his joy, as Zalanda brought his offering to perfection.

He had just been lacking such a force of elite Humans.

After all, the Three Rivers Region was to be human-centered; forming a human army was imperative.

"Hold on, there’s more," Zalanda waved his hand again, and another loud horn sounded.

Another, more intense clattering of hooves followed as a larger cavalry force rapidly approached.

Compared to the hundred heavy-armored cavalrymen led by Nola, this cavalry was a bit more disordered in both formation and equipment.

They were a motley crew, some in light armor, others in heavy, wielding long spears as well as short swords.

What they had in common was their dark complexions, robust figures, long arms and legs, and their ability to converse amicably even while Riding as if Flying.

The leader was none other than General Kopofiel, reputed to be the last Watcher of Thacel.

General Kopofiel sped up to Gaven, dismounted, and said, "General Kopofiel reporting to the Lord, on assignment."

"Rise and speak," Gaven replied with a smile he could not suppress. He hadn’t expected the seeds he had sown to bear such fruit. The more troops he had, the greater his chances of success.

"Thank you, my Lord," Kopofiel said respectfully as he stood.

"General, was your mission a success?" Gaven asked with concern.

"Thank you for your concern, my Lord, it was eventful but safe," Kopofiel replied succinctly, as was his style.

He embodied the typical military personality: report the good, not the stress.

In fact, his recent actions on the West Coast of Thacel had stirred quite a commotion.

Gaven, who had grown up inland in the east, was familiar with his exploits; one could only imagine the influence Kopofiel had on the West Coast.

Especially for those down-and-out nobles and knights of Thacel who had ideals and ambitions but no avenue to serve their country, Kopofiel was fatally attractive.

Initially, Kopofiel was just meant to secretly return to gather loyal former subordinates and recruit a cadre of capable talents for Gaven.

However, to their surprise, a traitor emerged from their midst, selling Kopofiel’s whereabouts to the warlord nobles.

Just as Gaven and Zalanda had guessed, had Kopofiel died, those warlord nobles would have deified him, using his unfaltering loyalty and his ideals of protecting Thacel to educate their knights and instill in them that spirit for better service to their lords.

But the sight of a living last Watcher spelled dread and they were eager to eliminate the threat.

At first, the warlord nobles merely sent assassins and sold the information of Kopofiel being alive to pirates, hoping they would finish him off.

But all their attempts were foiled. Kopofiel and his old subordinates, along with Darren leading the Secret Cavalry, turned the tables and wiped them out, not only maintaining but strengthening their forces. The news of Kopofiel being alive spread even further, attracting more people to his cause.

To the warlord nobles, Kopofiel’s force was like a plague; wherever it went, people would join, and some would even help at any cost.

In essence, the nobles’ attempt at making a martyr had succeeded all too well.

For the people of the West Coast of Thacel, Kopofiel was akin to Second Lord Guan emerging from the Temple of Martial God, embodying both loyalty and bravery. Who else to follow, if not him?

In desperation, the warlord nobles were forced to claim that this Kopofiel was an imposter, a despicable man masquerading under the guise of the last Watcher, cheating and swindling his way through.

To prove their point, they vilely hired a group of Shapeshift Beasts to assume Kopofiel’s appearance, sowing disorder and tarnishing his reputation.

This strategy was quite effective, deceiving many.

But it also presented the real Kopofiel with an opportunity to lead those willing to follow him eastwards, making a victorious return to Darama.

The twists and turns of the tale, if narrated in detail, could easily fill half a night.

"May I know, General, how many have you brought back this time?" Gaven didn’t beat around the bush and directly asked what concerned him most.

"A total of two thousand three hundred, nearly five hundred old sailors among them," Kopofiel reported concisely, "along the way, more than three hundred knights who aided us and wished to follow, and the rest are fervent mercenaries willing to follow us to the Valley to begin a new life. For you, my Lord, the most useful are those three hundred knights. They possess considerable combat skills and are honorable and brave men, instilled since childhood with the traditional education of a Tesser Knight. Given enough recruits, they can form the backbone of a three thousand strong army overnight. If we disperse them among the migrants, we can forge a mighty force."