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Chapter 953 - 953 111 The Sudden Arrival of the Rainy Season_2

953: Chapter 111: The Sudden Arrival of the Rainy Season_2 953: Chapter 111: The Sudden Arrival of the Rainy Season_2 When it comes to grand schemes, one’s own people are definitely more reliable than outsiders.

The tragedy of Augustusburg was a severe blow to the Ancient Alliance, but for the Shadow Tribe, it was an opportunity.

From the name of the species, one can infer what the Shadow Tribe excels in.

Helping the Alliance turn defeat into victory?

No, but escaping to preserve themselves, that was not too hard.

Compared to other species, the Shadow King’s scheming ran deeper.

Although his own losses were negligible, he publicly declared heavy casualties.

The “fallen” clansmen naturally left the battlefield to prepare for his next plan.

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Beneath the autumn wind, the Expeditionary Army continued to march slowly forward, the only difference being a slight alteration in their path, but the general direction remained the same.

If one were to observe closely, one would notice that the distance between the Expeditionary Army and the reinforcements of the ancient tribes was gradually closing in.

To conceal their true intentions, the two parties did not make the closing of the distance obvious, as if they had merely caught up by coincidence.

The distance between them was still over three hundred and sixty miles; the decrease in distance was merely a few tens of miles.

According to the current route of march, the two forces would never encounter each other.

Even at the closest point, the distance would not be less than three hundred miles.

It couldn’t be helped, the advance of tens of thousands of cavalry would shake the earth and could not be concealed.

To avoid alerting the enemy and allowing them to escape, Hudson could only do so much.

For the entire battlefield, tens of thousands of enemy troops could only be considered an appetizer that did not affect the overall situation.

But for Hudson, who was eager to find an opportunity in battle, even an appetizer could be served at the feast.

Whether or not they would be able to move the enemy’s main force hinged on this operation.

“Marshal, the weather seems off, it looks like it might rain soon.

Let’s find a place to make camp first!”

Cain reminded.

Such instances had occurred several times along the way.

Each time before the weather changed abruptly, Cain would come over to warn.

Hudson had even suspected him of practicing in the art of astrology and divination, and it turned out that he indeed did.

As one of the professions labeled heresy by the Clergy, diviners on the Continent of Aslante had become rare.

Cain was also someone who accidentally acquired the legacy and began his training in his youth, but unfortunately, his mentor met a tragic end at the hands of the Clergy before he could learn everything.

Predicting the weather was manageable, but divining the future was beyond his scope.

The life of a heretic was not easy, and Cain, who was of noble descent, always hid his identity and avoided the Clergy as much as possible.

The Mountain Domain was a newly developed territory with minimal influence from the Church, and with Hudson’s loud reputation, he opportunistically sought refuge there.

After prolonged contact and discovering that his own Lord had conflicts with the Clergy, and confirming that he would not hand himself over to them, Cain settled down comfortably.

Initially, he concealed his identity, but later on he figured that not only did his own Lord have a rebellious streak, but so did the higher-ups of the Alpha Kingdom.

Cain thus grew tired of hiding.

The Mountain Domain had many such heretics, especially after Hudson became the Honorary Dean of the Mathematical Academy, attracting even more professionals deemed heretical.

Hudson was willing to take in everyone else dared not, as long as they weren’t the kind causing trouble everywhere, he couldn’t care less about heresy.

To put it bluntly, during the Ancient Era when the Human Race was weak, these were all legitimate professions.

As the Human Race rose and the Clergy grew in tandem, these professions unfit for the propagation of faith were then branded as heresy.

Of course, there was much more behind this in the form of interest struggle.

Hudson understood such changes very well.

After all, when the cake is made, naturally, the fewer the people to share it, the better.

Everything was in the past now, and the era had changed.

One must look ahead.

“Pass down the order, speed up the march, and set up camp at the mountain ahead!”

Hudson ordered decisively.

Being a drenched chicken was no good at all, even if everyone was physically strong and could withstand it.

The supplies carried by the army could not endure the devastation of a storm.

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“This damn weather, it’s making life impossible for giants!”

Seeing all the allies sheltering from the rain in the camp while he and his people could only get drenched, Carway felt a mix of envy and resentment.

There was no helping it; the Giant Tribe’s stature was too massive to be accommodated by the tents captured from the humans.

They had plenty of captured waterproof cloths, but judging by the size of the giants, one knew they had no knack for craftiness.

The giants were accustomed to living exposed to the elements.

Besides a few natural caves where they could take shelter, they spent most of their time outdoors.

Giants who couldn’t endure were already culled by nature.

Because they lived in the World of Ice and Snow, they also had a prominent title in the outside world—Frost Giants.

Having “frost” in their name didn’t mean they enjoyed such dreadful weather.

Constant struggle with severe weather meant the giants craved sunbathed land more than any other species.

“Carway, pipe down with that booming voice of yours.

You giants might not need rest, but we still do!”

A voice from within the camp called out, infuriating Carway enough to stomp his feet.

He would have gone and demanded a duel with the one who dared provoke an angry giant at such a time if not for the consequences it might have on the Alliance.

“Pamela, rest, my foot!

Get up and take over the watch.

It’s your turn to be on lookout duty today.

If the enemy comes for a surprise attack, the blame will be on you!”