Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 574 - 574 271 Transforming into a Dragon_3

574: Chapter 271 Transforming into a Dragon_3 574: Chapter 271 Transforming into a Dragon_3 He couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable anger and unease.

Why are there Orland people everywhere!?

Has the entire Kantadar fallen completely into Orland’s hands?

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Orland Calendar 673, November 18th.

Outside Ashford Port City.

The shouts of the living and the hisses of the undead echoed to the heavens.

The overcast skies still shrouded the vast land, but the booming chime had stopped.

The vast port city was surrounded by an army of twelve thousand soldiers and several thousand civilians, half-enclosing the riverbank, with countless banners fluttering noisily.

Giant beasts of catapults repeatedly launched fire jars, with thick smoke and flames cutting fiery trajectories through the air, crashing into the surging tide of Corpse Ghosts like whistling meteors.

With each thunderous explosion, flames erupted among the undead, filling the air with the acrid stench of burning flesh.

At the forefront of the Alliance, the ballistae roared, spitting deadly fire arrows, while the phalanx of heavy infantry stood like an impregnable Great Wall, their shield wall fending off the Corpse Ghosts’ claws and swords, with spears piercing through the undead’s fierce assaults again and again.

Standing in the center of the formation on the high ground, beneath the Sword Wing battle banner, Leon’s crimson cloak and wolf mane collar fluttered in the cold wind.

He held his wing helmet in one hand and placed the other on the hilt of his sword, gazing over the battlefield where tens of thousands of the living and the dead clashed.

He turned his head occasionally, glancing at the hourglass running out of time beside him.

A Guard Knight flipped it for the last time.

The timing error wasn’t too large, and soon, from the high ground, the Alliance generals saw green flares bursting forth from the Soul Bell Tower in Ashford City in the distance, causing a thunderous echo across the land.

The green magic pulse pierced the overcast sky, and under this phenomenon, the frenzied sea of Corpse Ghosts visibly fell into chaos and sluggishness.

“Kovis.”

“Yes.”

“Relay the order to all the divisions to launch a full attack.

Within six hours, we must capture Ashford and destroy the altar!”

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The footsteps of the Thorny Flower Young Master echoed on the corridor floor as he entered the throne room:

“Father, why have you summoned me?”

Count Eriv looked up from the letter in his hand at his eldest son, Fedor.

“Tomorrow, I will take two thousand troops and follow King Lydwen’s army to Mamor County to support General Trolsa on the northeastern front.

You will stay to recruit troops in my stead and train two thousand soldiers to elite standard.”

Fedor was taken aback: “But we’ve only collected taxes from Glade for less than half a year.

The previous war in Ustato exhausted too many supplies, and now we must supply Lord Balfe’s expedition…”

Eriv waved his hand: “We don’t have to worry about supplies for Balfe, and as for the insufficient grain for conscription in Glade County, send someone west to buy it, buy from Farayel Domain or Magya Territory, no matter how high the price!

Don’t be stingy with money.”

“Father, the Baldim family only paid one-third, the twenty thousand Kantadar Gold Coins are only worth sixteen thousand gold crowns, and if we buy grain from outside territories, it’s far from enough to train two thousand elite soldiers.” Fedor showed a difficult expression.

The family had been engaged in more large-scale wars in the past year than they had in the previous decade combined.

Although the gains were substantial each time, the constant astronomical military expenditures were impossible to keep up with in such a short time.

“The money is not a worry; I’m only concerned about how to bring back the unused money from the east.” Eriv’s dignified and old face struggled to suppress a smile; his lips curved upward, his mouth uncontrollably curled into a grin.

He handed Leon’s battle reports and confidential letters to his bewildered eldest son, and the Thorny Flower Earl stroked his short beard and stood up, casting his gaze out the window.

The commanding Alliance Marshal of the Sobonitz Domain’s…

He had only been out for half a month and had already recaptured half the territory of Baldim County, an area larger than all of Glade County.

Eriv could hardly imagine how grand the boy looked now, controlling hundreds of thousands of military and civilians in Eastern Kantadar.

Fedor carefully read through the letters, his eyes widening as he went.

By the end, he completely forgot to blink.

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…November 4th…captured Hageshtan Castle…

…November 7th…captured Fenlidun City…

…November 11th…captured Sera Hook Castle…

…November 12th…captured Karonwell, destroyed undead strongholds along the way…

…November 13th…captured Cheen Hall…

…November 15th…captured Morton Town…

…November 18th…recaptured Ashford Port, major victory…

…Alliance resting, urgently in need of personnel support, additionally collected resources worth approximately 120,000 gold crowns without means to utilize…

…..I ask Lord Eriv to help me gather reinforcements from the rear and procure the lacking military supplies…

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It took Fedor a while to recover from the light sheet of paper in his hands.

Even he, who held a strong prejudice, felt a hard-to-describe weight in his hands.

“Quickly establish the new army, money isn’t an issue.

I’ll follow the king to the front first, then look for opportunities to suggest we advance south to support Leon.

It seems we can directly keep the undead outside the borders.”

Eriv finished, then turned and patted his son on the shoulder, speaking earnestly: “I need to reassess my relationship with him.

Fedor, be more open-hearted from now on.

I underestimated that child; he is not a Griffin.

Neither you nor I can possibly control a real giant dragon.”

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