Chapter 831- Battle For The Capital (3)

Chapter 831- Battle For The Capital (3)

They had been on a losing end since the start of the war. The only reason he and Duke Montford were able to last this long was because the enemy had been unserious in their previous attempts. Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

That's how they were barely able to stand their ground against the enemy this long. And even then, they had to sacrifice a hell of a lot just to maintain the standstill. A result like that was nothing to be proud of.

"I see, don't worry. Everything will be solved once we defeat the forces of Blackthorn and take the capital back".

Duke Redcrest who had been drooping his head from shame, suddenly raised it at that declaration from Cytnhia. She did not say 'if they were defeated' but 'once they were defeated'.

Duek Redcrest could not sense any hesitation or uncertainty in those words of hers. Every word that she spoke, carried absolute confidence.

Looking at her overflowing with boldness and positivity, he couldn't help but wonder where she was getting her confidence from. Indeed the army that she brought with her, was impressive and compared to his own, they were at a higher level.

Duke Redcrest was not devaluing his army or the ones brought by the other nobles. In fact, that was his honest opinion. What was abnormal was the strength of the army that Cynthai raised.

Typically, the standards of the soldiers were around the level that he brought with him. Veterans and Elites were far and few between. In no case was it like the army of the princess where he could see many veterans, elites and powerhouses to the point where he couldn't even count all of them.

In fact, he felt like the number of strong individuals in her army would even match up to the whole of the kingdom's guild alone. However, the enemy that they were fighting was no ordinary opponent either.

To be able to conquer all the other regions of Ellesmere with an unstoppable momentum, the enemy was sure to possess forces equal to or more power than Her Highness. No matter how he thought, he believed that defeating Blackthorn at this point would be an uphill battle and they would need numerous miracles to work on their side just to stand a chance.

It was for this reason that Cynthia's words and confidence confused him. The latter could also see the doubt in his eyes; nevertheless, she did not explain and simply kept her mouth shut on this matter.

After Cynthia and Duke Redcrest finished discussing a few important matters, their two armies started marching again. The sight of such a grand and large army naturally drew attention from everyone and given the enemy's network and modus operandi, everyone in the army believed that they would be attacked soon or at least some kind of trap would be laid for them.

However, to their surprise, the journey to the capital was an uneventful one with nothing of particular sort happening.

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There were also other units like the Hellfire Artillery Corps— corps that was made of all mages who specialise in devastating large area attack magic. Their enchanted staffs unleash torrents of powerful magic like hellfire on enemies, cities and fortified positions alike.

Master of siege warfare, they reduce enemy defences to rubble, paving the way for the Blackthorn ground forces.

And then there was also the Enslaved Legion— Legion comprising of those captured and subjugated in conquered territories. The Enslaved Legion is a grim testament to Blackthorn's conquest.

Forced into service under the threat of brutal punishment, these reluctant soldiers fight on the front lines. While lacking in morale, they are numerous, and the kingdom uses them as expendable pawns to wear down enemy forces.

Neverhtless, the true elite force of the kingdom Blackthorn was still their Tainted Knight legion without any doubt.

All the nobles on Cynthia's side had grim faces as they saw dark grey figures slowly rising on the opposite side. As the two sides glared at each other in a weird stalemate, there was finally some movement from the opposite side.

A deep and loud sound resounded across the entire domain and in grand and impressive fashion, a couple of figures slowly walked out and stood on top of the wall.

Leading the group, was a middle aged man with a fairly handsome face. His sharp expression, chiselled face and slight creases on the forehead gave everyone the feeling that he was a veteran of the war.

Decked in impressive looking military garb with numerous accolades sewn to his clothes, the man was none other than the highest authority present in the capital at this moment. The general and the commander in chief of the forces of Blackthorn.

When he came out, immediately numerous eyes was drawn towards him. Some had utmost respect for him while some held fear and reverence and some hatred. Especially the gazes from Cytnhia's side, all held indescribable emotions of hatred and animosity towards him.

With regards to being subjected to all kinds of glares, there was not even the slightest bit of change in the expression of the general. In fact, as he stood there glancing at the opposing army, it was as if he was soaking in all that malevolent energy.

Behind him stood a man with a pot round belly and a short figure. He was none other than Marshall Cavalier, the man directly responsible for the fall of their kingdom.

Although the general is the overall commander in chief of the forces of Balckthorn, unless absolutely necessary he does not step into the field. It is Marshall Cavalier who handles the battles and is always present in the field.

When the nobles on Cynthia's side saw the pot bellied man, their resentment and enmity increased up a notch.

"Haha" Being used to these kinds of stares, Marshall Cavalier simply laughed in the face of it. His eyes faced the distant Cynthia and the other nobles as he grinned.

An eerie silence descended onto the battlefield and the air was thick with the scent of gunpowder.