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Chapter 502 - 502 502 Consumptive Campaign

502: Chapter 502 Consumptive Campaign 502: Chapter 502 Consumptive Campaign In the end, Sikell was still brought to the frontline by Marquis Coruas.

As a prince, he could forget about retreating to the rear.

There was no choice, the two were now deeply bound together, and Sikell had to bear the consequences of everything he did.

So, even if it meant pushing him into a corner, Marquis Coruas had to ensure Sikell grew up.

He couldn’t remain as ignorant as before, expecting everything to go smoothly without understanding how things worked.

If he died, then so be it; perhaps that way, he’d finally be free and even more at ease.

After all, as a lord, he had significant authority and power.

The empire couldn’t meddle with his territory.

Being a lord meant great rights and strength; the empire couldn’t interfere with his domain.

“Where have those Undead Mages reached now?”

An underling replied immediately, “They are here, about to enter the ravine area.” Marquis Coruas looked at the map, frowning; he had not expected these Undead Mages to move so fast.

Such decisiveness required him to act quickly as well.

“Deploy our elite troops to the ravine area to intercept them; we cannot let them get through.”

“Why can’t we let them through?” Sikell interjected with his doubts, causing those around him to lower their heads.

Even though they knew he was the Prince, such a question was hard to stomach.

Even ordinary soldiers at the frontline understood the reason by now.

Was the Prince completely clueless about the frontline topography?

Pointing at the map, Marquis Coruas said, “Look here; this is the last place where we can intercept them.

Once they get past the ravine area, it’s all open plains, and we are far outnumbered by the Undead.”

Sikell struggled to understand the map, nodding continuously in hopes of grasping the situation.

Yet, beside him, Marquis Coruas felt disappointed; the Prince was really ignorant, unable to even understand a map.

Choosing him had been because he was simple-minded, and the first heir at that.

If managed well, the Prince was sure to inherit the throne.

A naive ruler could be used to gain greater benefits, but who could have expected things to turn out this way?

With age, the Prince didn’t remain simple-minded; he became incurably foolish.

“Let’s go, we’re heading to the frontline to witness the war scene.

As the Prince, you need to understand these matters.”

“No, no need for that,” the Prince tried to decline vehemently, but he was nowhere near as strong as Marquis Coruas.

Even as the Prince who had undergone some training, his lack of perseverance meant he possessed no Lifebound Battle Skill.

Even in terms of personal strength, he had barely reached the level of a Junior Warrior.

If he actually joined the battlefield, he might perform only slightly better than an average person.

In front of an Advanced Warrior like Marquis Coruas, the Prince stood no chance of resisting.

After half a day, the group arrived at the ravine, but they didn’t actually enter it, instead settling on an artificial-looking high ground from afar.

The high ground bore clear signs of human craftsmanship.

Marquis Coruas watched the distance, holding a telescope in his hand.

Looking at the telescope, Marquis Coruas’s eyes filled with complexity; the device Zhao Guang had brought out was indeed incredible.

It was just that the person himself was not to his liking, as they were at odds with each other, and the trouble he now faced was brought on by Zhao Guang.

In the distance, the river valley had become a violent battleground.

His elite troops were continuously eradicating the Undead, but with their stamina depleting, he feared there would be significant losses.

It was heart-wrenching to watch.

Meanwhile, the Prince was curled up with his head in his hands, trembling like a quail.

What a waste of space, Coruas cursed inwardly.

But now was not the time to worry about that.

As a Lord, what mattered most was always his own territory.

And to protect his territory, what mattered most was always his own army.

While relying on the Prince might elevate him somewhat, it couldn’t stop his own decline.

“Issue the orders to conscript soldiers; our forces are far from sufficient,” he said.

“But conscripting at a time like this could disappoint the people, couldn’t it?” came the response.

“It’s better than letting these Undead Mages break through.

If they don’t comply, then we enforce the conscription.

We must survive this disaster.

Tell them that all this is for the security of our territory, that we are fighting for ourselves.”

“Understood, Marquis,” the person beside him immediately nodded in comprehension.

Yet his feelings were incredibly complex—hoping the policy would be effective.

Marquis Coruas seemed to have forgotten that his elite troops were also from common backgrounds.

Following Marquis Coruas’s orders, complaints echoed from the rear.

After all, who wished to go to the battlefield without a compelling reason, especially in such chaotic times?

But soon after, they discovered a new problem.

Those new recruits were being sent straight to the front lines of the battlefield.

Although these people had received some training and weapons, and could hold their own against the most common Undead, it was mostly a one-for-one approach—to go was to forfeit any hope of returning alive.

Moreover, with each death, they would rise again as part of the Undead.

Even the Undead Mages on the opposing side were somewhat astonished by this style of fighting.

“What are these humans doing with their territory, giving us more troops?”

They had been concerned about substantial losses and keeping an eye out for other Undead Mages, so everyone had agreed to deploy only the lowest-level, inferior Undead at the front.

But who could have expected that, apart from the initial elite reaction opposite, most of the opposition were new recruits?

To call them recruits was generous; they were practically ordinary people who had just been issued weapons.

Even their inferior Undead could overpower these people.

If not for the occasional show of force by the elite, these humans would have likely already crumbled.

“Who knows, but I think he’s likely just looking for a reason,” the original speaker mused.

This person had been a noble as well and thus understood those noble thoughts even more.

“So, we just push forward, right?”

“Generally speaking, yes, but we must also be cautious.

After all, we don’t know if there’s any scheme behind this.”

“Hmph, you nobles think too much.

You’re a Mage now,” another voice scoffed.

The first person retorted coldly, “Of course, I’m aware.

You wouldn’t know, having never been a noble.

Without considering these things, one would surely end up dead without a place to be buried.” The two, seemingly at odds over their different backgrounds, looked askance at each other.