Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 573 - 573 271 Turning into a Dragon_2

573: Chapter 271 Turning into a Dragon_2 573: Chapter 271 Turning into a Dragon_2 “That’s still better than passing through Orland territory.

Even if Caso has been forced into becoming a puppet of the North, we’re just a fleeing band.

At least he wouldn’t make things difficult for us…”

Sangertan spoke with a furrowed brow and said, “If Ustato is not navigable, then we’ll head to the Southern Mountain Territory, passing through Ablo’s land.

It’s just a longer detour.

Anyway, at this point, who’s a Royalist and who’s a rebel is meaningless to us.”

Meaningless indeed.

Thinking of the mighty Undead Army flying the banner of King Aviout, Sangertan couldn’t help but feel hatred.

Every last bit of this!

The invasion of the Northerners!

The emergence of the Undead Calamity!

It was all triggered by that old bastard’s eastern crusade!

Sangertan’s heart burned with rage at the thought of the fall of his family’s Earldom.

If Orland bore four-tenths of the blame, then that old bastard Aviout carried six-tenths of the burden!

Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, Sangertan finalized the escape route for the group.

The bewildered knights around him did not voice objections.

At this moment, isolated and helpless, they had no better options.

Due to the uncertainty of when the nearby Undead Army might advance, Sangertan dared not delay.

The next day, he set out from Mamor County.

A thousand soldiers pulling along over three thousand family members and civilian attendants, carrying rations and the last remnants of the Mamor Family’s wealth, marched forward toward an uncertain future.

The dispatched scout riders quickly returned to the group, reporting that Baldim County to the south had indeed not yet fallen.

This news brought a glimmer of hope to Sangertan, prompting him to order the group to quicken their pace.

At dawn the following day, they arrived at a frontier town at the edge of Baldim County.

The knights stationed there had spotted the approaching group early on.

They neither panicked nor showed negligence, and smoothly came forward to meet and coordinate with them.

The knights first inquired about their intentions, and Sangertan immediately shared the situation in the North.

Although deeply humiliated, he maintained his composure and humble dignity as he requested permission from Baldim’s knights to pass through the territory.

He offered to pay a toll and vowed that the Mamor Family would remember the assistance they provided today.

After hearing this, the knights felt a shared sense of foreboding.

While some Eastern nobles who had recently fled back to Baldim from the south had already brought the devastating news of the total collapse of the northern counties under the Undead assault, it still shocked the knights how quickly the mighty family entrenched on the northern border for hundreds of years had vanished under the Undead Army’s onslaught.

At present, the entire world seemed surrounded by this terrible calamity.

The kingdom felt as though Baldim County was the last patch of land left with any semblance of life.

Shaking off these thoughts as ridiculous illusions, the knight looked at the traveling band with its families and belongings, and sympathized.

He did not, however, reject their request to pass through.

Still, the knight found it perplexing that this new Earl of Mamor had completely given up hope of reclaiming his territory and instead chose to embark on this escape.

Politely, he asked, “Lord Sangertan, I deeply regret the upheaval Mamor County has endured.

Still, why have you chosen to head west rather than joining the Eastern Alliance Army to jointly resist the Undead Calamity with us?”

Sangertan felt relieved that the group had been granted passage, but upon hearing this inquiry, he couldn’t help but bitterly smile within.

Sangertan held little optimism for the future of the Baldim County’s Alliance.

His father had once commanded an army stronger than the Runav Family at its peak, yet he too couldn’t escape defeat and doom.

And now, facing the overwhelming tide of the Undead Army, a mishmash of young lords and their patchwork forces assembled in Baldim County likely survived only by leveraging the natural defense of the great riverbank.

He knew that once the northern waves of Undead bypassed the outer Ustato River and headed south, this so-called Eastern Alliance Army would meet its end.

Of course, Sangertan masked his pessimism and refrained from expressing anything that might provoke the knights of Count Runav.

Instead, he answered faintly, “The situation is unpredictable.

The Undead are too powerful, and the surviving Mamor soldiers are no longer capable of further battle.”

Upon hearing this, the knight of Baldim County sighed.

The Earl had lost his fighting spirit, and the knight, being only a lowly one, was powerless to persuade him otherwise.

“If that’s the case, it’s truly regrettable.

In recent days, the Alliance has reclaimed vast territories along the south bank of the great river, with its forces advancing to the Kilmerton Pass.

A few days ago, the Alliance Marshal gathered the entire army.

At this very moment, they’re presumably laying siege to Ashford Port, striving to seize the last major stronghold of the Undead on the south bank.

Lord Sangertan, your departure now and absence from our counteroffensive is truly unfortunate.”

“What did you say?!”

Upon hearing these words, Sangertan’s eyes flashed with a look of disbelief.

He recalled how the Eastern nobles had earlier delivered word that Baldim County had suffered severe losses, and had seemingly lost two-thirds of its territory.

And now, there was talk of pushing back as far as the Kilmerton Pass?

Doesn’t that mean the Baldim Family has already reclaimed half of the previously lost county?!

Shocked, Sangertan asked, “How… How is this possible?

Your new Earl is so valiant and skilled in war?”

The knight’s expression grew somewhat awkward because of Sangertan’s words.

Ultimately, the knight reluctantly explained with some embarrassment, “Ahem, Lord Sangertan… There’s something you might not know.

The position of Alliance Marshal is no longer held by Lord Runav.

In fact, the one now leading us in the counterattack is an Orland Lord who came to our aid.”

“?” Sangertan’s expression grew even more incredulous.

An Orland?

An Orland, now commanding the alliance of Eastern Kantadar nobles?