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Chapter 554 - 554 115 Latent Opportunity_1

554: Chapter 115, Latent Opportunity_1 554: Chapter 115, Latent Opportunity_1 Canglan City, Jade Palace.

The breakout battle has begun, and the top echelons of the Alpha Kingdom are anxiously waiting here for the final outcome.

This path was their own choice; whatever the outcome, they must bear it themselves.

Not only are the family elites on the frontline, but also their most valued younger generation.

Theoretically speaking, even in the worst breakout scenario, their vitality would be severely wounded.

They might not be able to bring the soldiers out, but the lodge rcould probably save their lives.

Even with their vast experience, they can’t help but worry as the situation unfolds.

However, Caesar III seems much calmer compared to them.

Perhaps his calmness is a facade, but if he can maintain it for life, it is no different from the real thing.

“Your Majesty, good news!”

“The Human Alliance has officially decided to escalate the war.

The second batch of expeditionary troops has been determined, with a total of one million soldiers from all parties.

Unlike the previous delay, this time all major forces have promised to start organising and mobilising immediately after the Alliance’s resolution.

They will set out at the latest within half a month, and it is estimated that the reinforcements from various routes will arrive in our country within the next three months to a year!”

The words of Count Francis caused a stir among the people, but their anxieties quickly returned.

The Human Alliance’s rare efficiency is indeed good news, but unfortunately, this good news is not what everyone wanted most.

However, it is understandable.

If the news of the Northern Expedition Army’s breakout was not confirmed, the Alliance’s efficiency would not be so high.

No matter how the breakout turned out, the Alpha Kingdom couldn’t avoid a serious hit to its vitality.

The three most powerful countries in the north have been weakened, and if this continues, major issues could arise.

A hegemonic monarch may fail, but he absolutely cannot show signs of decline.

Even the slightest hint of decay is unacceptable.

The Alpha Kingdom is seriously wounded; the only option now is to let the early arriving reinforcements go and replace the fallen.

Officially, the first batch of reinforcements is three hundred thousand, but due to the long distance some human forces had to travel, many reinforcements are still en route.

In total, only two hundred and fifty thousand reinforcements have actually arrived.

If the Orcs become desperate and launch an all-out attack without consideration of the consequences, this small force may not hold them off.

Even with the remnants of the Alpha Kingdom and Moxi Duchy, it would be difficult to resist the Orcs’ attack.

Once the defense line is broken by the enemy, the various small northern countries behind can’t even be counted on.

The foundation of the Human Race in the Northern Continent would be severely damaged.

How could a hegemonic monarch not be hated?

If such a tragedy were to occur, the script of various races joining forces to invade humanity could be picked up again.

“Your hard work is appreciated, Count Francis.

The Department of Foreign Affairs did a good job this time.

With this good news, even if the frontline situation is unsatisfactory, morale can be stabilized,” Caesar III said as he deliberately glanced at his courtiers.

The king can tolerate a lot, but he also has his bottom line.

Even with a broad mind, the pressure from the major nobles on the king will leave a mark on his heart.

Especially for a hegemonic monarch like Caesar III, who attaches great importance to his own authority.

He thought he had subdued all sides and firmly controlled the kingdom, but reality slapped him hard in the face.

When all the major nobles are united, he is nothing as a king.

No matter how clever political strategies are, they can’t withstand the cooperation of the courtiers.

On the surface, Caesar III chose to be accommodating, but deep down, he couldn’t shake off a strong sense of crisis.

If the courtiers have tasted the sweetness of cooperation once, who can guarantee that there won’t be a next time?

Although unaware of Caesar III’s inner thoughts, everyone wisely chose to remain silent.

Theoretically, there should be no problem with undermining the king in a concerted effort, but in practice, it depends on who can actually do it.

There are many contradictions within the Noble Consortium, especially when it comes to a king like Caesar III who is good at digging pits and burying mines The nobles within the Alpha Kingdom have been divided into multiple interest groups.

Take, for example, the Koslow clan represented by Hudson, it would be impossible to reconcile with the Rocknard clan.

Although such feuding clans are rare within the aristocracy of the Kingdom, there is no shortage of clans turning face for interests.

Often times, relations cannot be eased simply because people want them to be.

Face is one problem; trust is a bigger problem, and interest is the unsolvable dilemma.

“Report!”

“Report!”

The voice from outside the palace door broke the tension inside the palace, rousing everyone’s feelings once again.

“It’s finally here!”

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the final result, it was better than enduring the torment of waiting.

“Urgent report from the frontline, after a day and night’s melee, the Northern Expedition Army has broken through the enemy’s first blockade.

However, the losses are extremely heavy, many troops have been scattered, and the number of survivors currently cannot be counted.

In particular, the loss of high-level officers is severe, including the death of many senior officers of the kingdom, including Marshal Campbell…”

Before finishing his words, the messenger soldier fainted.

It was then that everyone noticed an arrow sticking out of his back.

“Tyron, save him quickly!”

For the Kingdom’s Archbishop to treat a soldier who delivered information — this was unprecedented.

However, at such a critical moment, Caesar III tossed aside formalities.

Passing information through the Orc blockade was no easy task.

Even if the Gryphon cavalry was dispatched, their chances of survival were slim.

After a brief examination, and casting a spell of Holy Light Magic, Archbishop Tyron, shook his head slightly and said: “His body is very weak now, and it’s not suitable for aggressive treatment, otherwise, his lifespan could be significantly reduced.

I’ve stabilized his condition, let him rest for now!

It’s estimated it will take several hours for him to wake up.”

Certainly, this wasn’t the outcome that everyone wanted.

Compared to the life or death of a Gryphon cavalry soldier, they were more interested in more information from the front line.

Yet, Archbishop Tyron seemed completely oblivious to the people’s eager stares, or rather he pretended not to notice.

He couldn’t control how others acted, but as for himself, Tyron always stuck to his guiding principles.

It was those principles that made him the Archbishop of the Kingdom.

If he were like the major nobles in the kingdom, Caesar III wouldn’t dare to promote him to power.

“Let him rest!”

Caesar III said unhappily.

At the moment, all he could think about was Marshal Campbell’s death.

Putting aside personal feelings, as the head of the Kingdom’s military, Marshal Campbell was a significant pillar that allowed him to control the Kingdom’s army.

Although as a king he would not place his hopes on one person, the backup, both in ability and prestige, was far inferior to Marshal Campbell.

In peaceful times, there was less demand for military command capabilities, so this wasn’t a problem.

Unfortunately, it was now a time of war, and Caesar III dared not appoint a commander with insufficient ability and prestige.

Unlike the Kingdom aristocrats who nearly emptied their resources in the race to claim the fruits of victory, Caesar III still held some reserves.

After all, among the seven provinces retaken, three were once directly ruled by the Royal Family.

This slice of the cake was enough for the Royal Family to eat, and there was no need to fight over it with everyone else.

According to the plan, once these spoils of war were absorbed, the power of the Royal Family would instantly double, and his control over the Kingdom would further increase.

Regrettably, plans didn’t keep up with changes.

Marshal Campbell’s death significantly weakened the Royal Family’s influence in the military.

In the upcoming battles, he had no choice but to rely more on the major nobles within the Kingdom.

After all, military talents capable of commanding an army of a million aren’t available just because you want them.

…

While the King was conflicted, Hudson, far on the front line, was also troubled.

Despite his resolute rejection verbally, he was preparing to support the breakout of the Kingdom’s army in his actions.

It would be impossible to go hundreds of miles for a rescue, but within a range of one or two hundred miles, he still intended to lend a hand.

After all, it was the Kingdom’s military force.

The more they could save, the better.

At this critical juncture, the more soldiers they could regain, the less military pressure there would be.

“Belsden, are you saying there’s been a major change within the Orc army?”

Hudson asked in surprise.

The scouts he sent out had never returned, including two nobles with flying magical beasts.

Left with no other option, he had to ask Belsden for a favor.

The heavy losses of the Northern Expedition Army and the death of Marshal Campbell didn’t surprise him.

Only the changes within the Orc Army caught Hudson’s attention.

His instincts told him that this could be an opportunity.

“What do you mean by that?

Am I unreliable?”

Belsden said indignantly.

Hudson initially wanted to nod and agree, but considering the serious look on the young bear’s face, he held back.

“Tell me in detail, what kind of change has happened in the Orc army?”

Hudson shifted the topic.

Reason warned him not to attempt to argue with the wild child, or he would be entangled endlessly.

“It’s no big deal, just a group of orc tribes throwing down their loads and withdrawing from the Orc Army.

I guess it’s about one-third of the total strength of the Orc Army!

Except for the five royal clans, there are all kinds of miscellaneous species.

I guess they’ve had a falling out.”

Hearing Belsden’s answer, Hudson was taken aback.

Losing one-third of their forces at once, even if it was the Cannon Fodder Legion that left, still greatly weakened the power of the Orc Army.

Even if the elite forces were unaffected, the problem was whether the five royal clans would dare to risk their direct lineage in the fight?

“Didn’t the Orcs send troops to intercept them?”

Hudson asked expectantly.

In his heart, he hoped that the Orcs would start fighting each other.

Regardless of who won or lost, once this internal conflict ignited, it would be a heavy blow to the Orc Empire.

“I don’t know the current situation, but when I left, the two sides hadn’t started fighting.”