The Lambas Cathedral had been abnormally peaceful these few days, as though it had never experienced a war.
Waid had retreated from the frontlines, and most of the army had returned to Lambas to rest and reorganize. The Abyss Army seemed to have retreated to the faraway Velen Kingdom and laid low. In this rare moment of leisure, many frontline commanders appointed by the Pope seemed abnormally carefree.
Looking at the broken dagger that they had given Waid, many were deeply moved. They silently handed it back to Waid, and then took out another dagger from their space rings.
Back then, Oditore's wealth was almost single-handedly driven by Fatty Birkins. His personal wealth had already amazed many, but after the wealth of the Nairíos Dragon Territory gathered in Klimt, it became the territory with the most wealth in the Empire.
Thus, many of the daggers that were casually taken out were naturally not ordinary. The silver-white blades were abnormally dazzling, and there were patterns on them that were completely different from the forging style of ordinary dwarves. At first glance, they seemed to be a little messy, but upon closer inspection, one would find that they were like python patterns, with a reserved elegance.
Dense magical ripples spread out, and as many lightly sheathed an inconspicuous leather sheath, the magical ripples disappeared completely. It was obvious that this hide was not ordinary.
"Only after experiencing the obscure darkness can one see the light of the rising sun."
Many raised the longswords in their hands and handed them to Waid. This honest and young knight was now weather-beaten. It was only a year, but when they met again, he seemed to have matured by ten years. Desperate battles were always the fastest way for a warrior to mature. Waid silently received the dagger with both hands, and stood up to salute. His movements were meticulous, and he did not say a single unnecessary word.
This was purely a wish and a gift. Having been through so much, Waid naturally understood that only by sharpening the blade in his hand could he protect everything he wanted to protect. This was a principle that the feudal lord in front of him also understood.
"Perhaps this war will last for a long time, and many of us will leave forever. However, I hope that when the calamity comes, everyone can do their best to protect everything that they cherish."
Many bowed to a noble, and this was what Waid said before he turned to leave.
The latter nodded, and after walking out of the hall, he mounted his military horse and galloped towards the military headquarters.
There was no need to say anything else.
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After sending Wai off, Mandy looked at the parchment in front of him in the spacious study. The parchment was filled with all the military forces he could imagine for the Dragon Race and other continents. With the three continents of the Abyss coming out in full force, would these forces be enough to fight against the enemy?
Based on a lot of the information gathered, it was unlikely.
He had visited the Abyssal Continent several times, but he had stayed in the Western Continent for the longest time and had a better understanding of the continent. Even so, the population of the Western Continent was over 50 million. Galor had proven this point. Even though there were countless poor cities behind the prosperous Sauron Continent, it was not difficult to recruit an army of 500,000 soldiers.
Mandy had mobilized 20,000 soldiers from the Central Continent, but Emperor Sakamento, who could fight against 10,000 men, not only allowed his subordinates to assassinate him at any time, but his military power was also terrifying. If the black-robed Aston allowed the believers of the entire Eastern Province to participate in the war, the numbers would reach a terrifying number.
The number of soldiers occupying the Velun Kingdom was still increasing, and this was something that Mandy could clearly feel. The Undead Parliament was a threat that could not be defeated for nearly a thousand years.
But no matter how Mandy calculated and even calculated the most optimistic scenario for the Dragon Race, he realized that there was no chance of victory to prevent the entire continent from being invaded by the Dragon Race's army.
Even though it was only in theory, it still showed how difficult this war would be.
Currently, only the Red Dragon Race was left in this world, and the Black Dragon Race was only half of the Dragon Race. Nairíos was also an existence in soul form, and his deterrence was more important than strategy. So, was there any news of the remaining Dragon Races?
"As far as I know, no."
This was the answer that Nairíos came up with after thinking for a long time. But after a while, he replied, "The Golden Dragon Race was completely annihilated in that war. Only the leader of the Golden Dragon Race, Hertz, was captured and entered the Portal."
"He's still alive?"
"No one knows."
Nairíos' voice was abnormally quiet.
* * *
When the news that Sirius City had been completely taken over by Count Gatchalin reached Klimt, Flora was stunned for a moment. As an empress who was always aware of every detail of the Empire, she could not accept this huge news. This was because this was not like other war reports. If a city was taken over, there would at least be a process of battle. Who would have thought that by the time this news came, Sirius City had already fallen into someone else's hands?
Before she had the time to be shocked, the next piece of news that followed was even more unbelievable.
30,000 troops were mobilized and headed straight for Sith's court. Their objective was self-evident!
Was Count Gatchalin crazy?
Klimt was in the limelight. In the battle against the undead, he had defeated the army of 100,000 undead with the help of a few super-class masters. Yet, this Count Gatchalin was recklessly charging here. Was he not afraid that he would vanish under a forbidden spell?
Not to mention anything else, even if many people were not guarding Oditore, just Carolina alone was enough to make any army tremble.
But what was to come could not be stopped. No one could guess whether this Count Gatchalin really wanted to take over Klimt and unify the Empire or had other intentions. In short, when the news came, Count Victoria's army reacted immediately. Nearly 10,000 mobile troops began to charge towards Sith's court at the fastest speed. Their intention to attack was obvious.
The troops, including the light and heavy cavalry, caught up with the enemy who dragged the redundant logistics troops in three days. But the cavalry's charge only had a certain effect on the first wave. The cavalry that followed after found themselves completely rooted to the ground!
They did not know what kind of spell it was, but even the mages who followed them were rooted to the ground. When their bodies regained their vitality, the army before them had disappeared into the distant Klimt Forest.
Forbidden spell?
In the eyes of these Mages, a silent Forbidden Spell was impossible. They didn't sense any magical waves, and by the time the Mages and Mages realized that three days had passed, they had no choice but to send scouts to report the situation.
In other words, this army that attempted to delay Gatchalin's Count Gatchalin's attack had been rooted to the ground for three days. It could even be said that they were missing three days in their lives!