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A month ago, the Shalorian court in Audis suddenly announced that Faustian's princess, Angelina, had been killed by Shalor's elite Blood Red unit. Whether it was in Faustian or Shalor, it caused quite a stir among the higher-ups of several neighboring countries.

Everyone knew how much the current king and heir to the throne, Prince Kenzir, loved Angelina.

On the afternoon when Shalor announced the news, the enraged Kenzir ignored the objections of the ministers and generals and ordered the three armies to attack the cities by force. They had to break through Entil and Eilis within two weeks, join forces in Audis, and liberate all of Shalor within a month.

As soon as the military order was issued, the whole world was in an uproar. Shalor was finished. This was something that everyone knew. The prince could have used the method of boiling a frog in warm water to slowly exhaust Shalor to death. This way, the losses would be minimal, and Shalor's territory would still be intact.

Choosing to attack by force at this time was a completely suicidal move.

However, it was thought-provoking that the current Faustian king in Felor did not stand up to object. It was as if he had completely ceded power to Kenzir.

At that time, the Falcon Legion, which was still far from reaching the city of Entil, was ordered time and time again by the prince to speed up their advance. The Falcon Legion's greatest advantage was their cavalry. The prince directly ordered Marquis De Sandro to personally command the cavalry. They had to clear away all obstacles within a week, so that the Falcon Legion could complete their mission within the allotted time.

The commander of Gale, Margrave Woode, who had already surrounded Eilis, was also ordered by Kenzir to attack the city by force. Woode had attacked Eilis as early as half a month ago, but this was the last major city in the north of Shalor. It was guarded by Campbell, who was known as Shalor's god of war. Woode chose the safest tactic of trapping the beast.

A month ago, before the decisive battle between Faustian and Shalor, the most famous battle, Elegy of the Heroic Wind, took place under such circumstances.

"Reporting! General, His Royal Highness's herald has arrived, "a tall and straight non-commissioned officer reported to a middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man rubbed the space between his eyebrows. From his appearance, he seemed to be middle-aged, but these two days, he had been worrying so much that his hair had turned white. His frowning face made people wonder if he was going to enter old age prematurely.

After nodding, he asked the soldiers to let the messenger in. After the messenger entered the tent, he cupped his fists and said to the middle-aged man in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Lord Marquis Wood! The prince has ordered you to attack the city without delay! "

This burly man was the jarl of Gale, one of the four margraves of Faustian. From his exposed muscles and ferocious face, it wasn't hard to tell that Woode was a straightforward man. However, he was far from being straightforward at the moment. Instead, he had a sullen expression on his face and ignored the herald who was relaying the order. Woode interrupted, "Does the king know about the prince's battle order?"

The messenger who was interrupted fell silent for a moment before replying, "His Majesty is already aware of it!" With that, he respectfully retreated. His mission had been completed, and it was time for him to report to Kenzir.

The messenger's reply was very thought-provoking. Marquis Woode had asked if the royal capital knew about His Royal Highness's battle order, and the messenger had only said 'His Majesty already knows'. Did this mean that only His Majesty knew about this, and neither the House of Nobles nor the House of Elders knew about this?

Although Faustian had a monarchical system, and the king's words carried weight, the noble parliament, which was made up of many nobles, could still restrict the king's authority. Not to mention the council of elders, which was made up of non-direct members of the royal family. Strictly speaking, many members of the royal family in the council of elders still had the possibility of inheriting the throne if all the direct Faustian heirs died.

To others, the prince's order seemed to be an impulsive decision. If the nobles were to find out about it, it was bound to cause a strong backlash.

But could there be any deeper meaning behind the king's silent approval? Woode, who had been assisting the current Faustian king for almost twenty years, was deeply aware of how shrewd and far-sighted the king was. Even if Angelina was his favorite daughter, he wouldn't make a wrong decision in a fit of anger.

Woode was one of the most powerful nobles in Faustian. He wasn't the only one who had received the order. The other three margraves must have received it as well. Since the noble parliament had yet to respond, it meant that the lower nobles of Faustian had temporarily cut off contact with the upper nobles. The margraves of the upper nobles had no intention of conveying the news to the lower nobles. The only ones who were kept in the dark were the counts and viscounts.

At this stage, the nobles actually occupied the most important seats in the noble parliament. They were also the most influential force in the noble parliament.

The more Woode thought about it, the more annoyed he became. It was said that one's appearance was born from one's heart. Just by looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he wasn't suited for the intrigue between the nobles. In the past, he only needed to run as far away as possible when it came to such matters. No one could do anything to him anyway.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Woode simply stopped thinking about it. This was the third time Kenzir had issued the order. No matter what, Woode couldn't delay the order any longer.

"Listen to my orders! Prepare the pot and cook. Tomorrow morning, we attack the city! "Marquis Wood said to the herald outside the tent.

The herald was stunned for a moment before he nodded and went to the divisions to convey Woode's orders.

"My dear Angelina, this is all your Uncle Woode can do for you," Woode murmured in a low voice.

Like Marmen, Woode was also very fond of Angelina. Angelina had been smart and cute since she was a child. She was exactly the same as her mother, the late Queen Sophia, when she was young.

Before the current Faustian king inherited the throne, he and the heirs of Marmen and Woode were good friends. They were also once rivals in love. Sophia, the first Faustian queen, had left a deep impression on the upper nobles of Faustian.

Early the next morning, in front of Eilis City, teams of Faustian troops walked out of the several Faustian camps that surrounded the city.

In just a quarter of an hour, tens of thousands of Faustian troops from Gale had completely surrounded Eilis with a human wall.

Eilis, which only had 8,000 defenders, fell into a panic at first. Judging from the large formation of the Faustian army, they were going to attack the city. In the past half a month, there had been a lot of small skirmishes between the two sides, but this was the first time Faustian had gathered its entire corps and attacked together with tens of thousands of soldiers.

The appearance of a person instantly suppressed the panic. When one of Shalor's Three Pillars, Margrave Campbell, known as the war god, appeared at the top of Eilis, the panic among the Shalorian soldiers and civilians dissipated. Margrave Campbell's personal charm and talent were deeply admired by every Shalorian who knew him well.

Marquis Campbell stood on the city wall with a book in his hand. He didn't look like a general of an army, nor did he look like a noble. Instead, he looked more like a bard. He stood on top of the city wall and gazed indifferently at Marquis Wood, who was riding a tall warhorse, clad in full armor, and wielding twin hammers, walking out of the tens of thousands of phalanxes.

Standing in front of the entire army, Woode rode his warhorse towards the gate of Shalor and stopped when he was 500 yards away. This was his safe distance. As a peak Knecht, he could guarantee his absolute safety at this distance.

Looking at the man on the city wall who remained calm despite being surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, Woode admired him from the bottom of his heart. Ever since the Felmo Grand Canyon was breached, Gale had been preparing to sweep through the north of Shalor with a victorious momentum. However, their progress was slowed down by this man's superb strategy. And this was when Gale Legion had the absolute advantage. Campbell's careful advance had caused Marquis Wood to suffer quite a bit in silence.

It was only until half a month ago that Campbell suddenly withdrew his troops and withdrew all the soldiers in the north to Eilis that Gale's progress in occupying the north sped up a lot. Although they could quickly occupy the north of Shalor, they also left behind the most difficult bone to chew — Eilis.

"Ever since the bloody battle in Gordon Heights, the man known as the war god of Shalor has died. Smart as you are, you should have expected today's ending!" Marquis Wood gathered his fighting aura in his chest and shouted at Marquis Campbell on the city wall. His voice was so loud that everyone on the battlefield could hear him.

Marquis Campbell, who was on the city wall, raised his eyebrows. He put down the book in his hand, and a low-level Magic Apprentice walked forward and cast a simple sound amplification spell on his commander.

"The death of Clark is the pain of every Shalorian." Campbell put his hands on his chest, his face full of pain. Then, it turned into a determined expression. He waved his fists and shouted at the city and the Faustian army outside the city, "But we will use blood and fire to make you invaders pay the price!"

Boom! Boom! Everyone in Eilis City, be it civilians or soldiers, were flushed with excitement. Not only were they cheering for Marquis Campbell's splendid oath, but they were also determined to make these invaders pay the price.

There were three pillars of Shalor: Clark, known as the war god, Campbell, known as the war god, and Felippe, known as the god of wealth. These three margraves directly controlled more than 30% of Shalor's military, political, and business circles.

Looking at the excited Shalorian soldiers and civilians in the city and the solemn and neat Faustian army outside the city, only Campbell himself knew whether Campbell was really as calm as he appeared to be. Marquis Campbell had always had a thorn in his heart, and that was the death of the man known as the God of War, Marquis Clark.

Campbell couldn't imagine how a Ritter, a peak Ritter who was about to touch the next profound and glorious realm, could be killed.

If it weren't for Clark's sudden death, the Shalorian army wouldn't have been defeated, and they wouldn't have lost the bloody battle in Gordon Heights.

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