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Chapter 979 - 979 120 Shake People_2

979: Chapter 120, Shake People_2 979: Chapter 120, Shake People_2 Hudson asked gloomily.

The mixture of gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins on the ground looked imposing, but their total value was just about a million or eighteen hundred thousand.

After being divided into three parts, what each person could take was even less.

Some precious magic equipment and items with special significance might sell for that price alone.

“That question can only be answered by the Ancient Heritage Alliance.

They only placed coins in the storeroom, and naturally, that’s all I could get.”

Upon hearing Belsden’s explanation, Hudson had yet to respond when Maxim suddenly jumped out.

“Big dumb bear, you’re not holding out on us, are you?

A heavily guarded enemy camp storing nothing but a heap of coins—do you think the enemy’s as foolish as you?”

Feeling his bear dignity insulted, Belsden immediately exploded, responding ungraciously, “Stupid Dragon, not everyone is as tasteless as you, with nothing but treasure on their brains!”

“You…”

Seeing that the argument was about to escalate, Hudson hurriedly intervened, “Enough, we might be falling into a misconception.

The Ancient Heritage Alliance are all simpletons who only recognize gold coins and magic equipment.

They can’t distinguish other treasures at all.

When magic equipment is deployed to the battlefield, what’s left behind are naturally just a bunch of coins.

Don’t be too disappointed—what we’ve found might just be one of their treasure sites.

The rest of their wealth might be stored elsewhere.

We’ll continue the search slowly.

They couldn’t have transported so many items back to their lair so quickly.”

Earth Bears are not like Giant Dragons; they do not value wealth as much.

Hudson still trusted Belsden.

Hiding wealth always requires liquidation, especially magical materials and potions, many of which have a shelf life and cannot be stored for a long period.

As a lazy bear, he would never stand if he could sit, never sit if he could lie down.

His daily needs were limited to the childish pleasures of eating, drinking, and playing.

Just the income from his territories alone had granted him financial freedom, allowing him to lead a laid-back life ahead of time.

Sending Belsden out to fence the stolen goods would be less effective than telling him to go rob someone—it’d be easier for him to succeed.

…

At dawn, just as the sky was getting light, the atmosphere within the Allied Army Camp became tense.

The camp in Declaras Province had been attacked by undead creatures.

The guards suffered heavy losses, a significant amount of strategic supplies was burned, and nearly a million gold coins were looted.

“There’s no doubt—it must have been the work of the Human Race!

Among the countries of the Northern Continent, only Alpha Kingdom has the power to plan such an operation.

Maybe the culprit is within the enemy’s Expeditionary Army.”

The Giant King spoke first.

None of the kings rebutted, as the war between the Ancient Heritage Alliance and the Human Race had been ongoing for nearly a year.

It was normal to use any means necessary in a targeted manner.

“Giant King, discussing the identity of the culprit is pointless right now.

No matter who the culprit is, we must first deal with the aftermath.

Many of the strategic supplies in the old camp have been destroyed.

What remains might not be enough to support us; sending the army there is clearly not an option.

If we make strategic adjustments, where else can we go under the current circumstances?”

The Shadow King said helplessly.

He wanted to retaliate against the enemy more than anyone else but foot soldiers can’t catch up to cavalry, especially on an empty stomach.

If they couldn’t deal with the enemy, they’d have to ensure their own survival first.

The most important thing was food.

Regardless of the next strategic move, securing food was the top priority.

“How many troops did you leave in Declaras Province to be so disgracefully undermined by a few rats hiding underground?”

Derris asked contemptuously.

To elves, necromancers were always despicable creatures that couldn’t hold their own.

Their infamy was well-known, but that was for ordinary people.

To top powerhouses like her, necromancers and undead creatures were nothing impressive.

Had it not been for the need to consider the feelings of her allies, she would have questioned outright, “What kind of trash did you leave to guard the place?”

“Respected One, we left a guard of twenty thousand of The Hundred Thousand Army in the old camp, and we specifically chose terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.”

Under normal circumstances, even if the enemy sent The Hundred Thousand Army to lay siege, it would be very hard to break through.

Never in a million years did I expect the enemy to be so despicable, to actually send Necromancers to summon Undead creatures for a stealthy attack.

While the defenders were distracted by the Undead creatures within the camp, the enemy completed the Forbidden Undead Canopy, and a large number of Undead creatures surged out, inflicting heavy losses on the defenders.

During the outbreak of the battle, those despicable scoundrels also took the opportunity to set fire to our supplies and burn them down.

Respected One, the fact that the enemy was able to move about leisurely within the camp, despite being discovered by our experts, is not something an ordinary Eighth-order master can do.

Even an Eighth Order Thief wouldn’t be able to avoid our patrolling soldiers and leave without any trace.

There are only a few Sanctuary Powerhouses of the Human Race in total, and the only active one on the Northern Continent is that shameless Hudson.

This man often shamelessly strikes at ordinary soldiers during earlier battles.

Respected One, since that Hudson bastard doesn’t play fair, there’s no need for us to be polite with him.

Could you perhaps teach him a lesson or find an opportunity to retaliate?

As long as the enemy also falls into chaos, our chance to withdraw will appear.”

Hearing the Shadow King’s suggestion, Derris’s anger flared up.

Was it that she didn’t want to teach Hudson a lesson?

It was clearly because she couldn’t win!

If she could beat him, she would have already challenged Hudson under the pretext of slaughtering ordinary people.

“Shut up!

What do you take me for?

These despicable and shameless acts can only be committed by someone as shameless as Hudson; the great elves disdain to stoop so low!”

Losing the person without losing the show is only because of her, Derris’s noble character; it’s definitely not because she is afraid of the other party.

After scolding the person, Derris already secretly planned how to bring the remaining elves back.

Otherwise, given the current situation, if things continued this way, they might end up as prisoners of the enemy.

The thought of Humans using elven prisoners as bargaining chips in the future, forcing the elf clan to accept their conditions, Derris made up her mind to prevent this from happening.

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War does not shift with personal will; before the kings could discuss and come to a conclusion, the Cavalry Patrol that had been following the army came back again.

The most direct impact was that everyone’s plan for procuring supplies was utterly spoiled.

There might still be food not yet burned by Humans in a corner of a Castle, but all of this had nothing to do with them anymore.

Having witnessed the power of the Expeditionary Army’s Cavalry, now no one dared to propose splitting up the troops.

They feared that after dividing, the remaining units would fall into the enemy’s trap and be annihilated.

With the enemy moving together to minimize their own casualties, Hudson did not dare to order a Blitz.

After all, food supply was the enemy’s biggest weakness, and as long as they were denied logistic support, the daily non-combat attrition would be an astonishing number.

It was better to hold out; in Hudson’s view, bankrupting the enemy’s Army was more valuable than defeating them.

“Tom, send these two letters, one back to the country and the other to Moxi Duchy.

Tell the Moxi People that the situation on the battlefield is settled, and ask them to send five to eight legions to take over the prisoners and reclaim the lost territory.

Bring along the strategic supplies needed by the Expeditionary Army as well.

This is the list of strategic materials.”

The war had progressed to this point, and many of the strategic materials carried by the Expeditionary Army had been depleted.

They’d managed to capture some food and fabrics from the battlefield, but the single-use arrows for the Magic Crossbows were dwindling with each use.

Without these items, the Expeditionary Army’s combat power would drop by at least forty percent.

Compared to charging head-on in the battlefield, it was obviously easier and more advantageous to use Magic Crossbows for long-range enemy hunting.

“Yes, Marshal!”

With that, Tom took the letters and list and immediately set off to carry out the tasks.

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