Chapter 165: Gregor Pilar

Fredrinn's heart was in turmoil. He had never suspected Nate from the start at all.

Who would have thought that the vice commander of the army was actually a spy?

His battle scouter had never been wrong. It could accurately reveal the person's favorability towards him. Nate's hostility was very suspicious since Fredrinn had never provoked him.

Although he was shocked by this revelation, Fredrinn didn't show it to his face.

He chatted with his visitors as if there was nothing wrong.

An hour later, Lester and the others finally left.

[You discovered a high-ranking spy in your midst! Eliminate this threat before he can cause a major wave in this war! Rewards: Level Up Card, and 2000 Fate Points.]

Fredrinn strengthened his resolve when he saw the system prompt.

"Bernard, send some people to secretly monitor Corps Commander Ulric and Corps Commander Ricky."

Bernard was taken aback. "Are you suspicious of them, General?" He asked cautiously.

Fredrinn shook his head. "No, it's just a diversion. I want to make the spy think that I still don't know his identity."

"There is a spy among them?" Bernard frowned. He had traveled with them for over ten days, but he didn't discover anything amiss.

"Don't tell anyone about this. I'm still not sure. It's just my speculation, but if I'm right, that guy will definitely find the chance to attack me." Fredrinn was already certain about the spy's identity, but he didn't know how to explain it.

"Yes, sir! My lips are sealed! You can rest assured!" Bernard nodded.

"We will set up an ambush here and wait for the spy to fall into the trap. Here's my plan…"

In the next three days, Fredrinn didn't come out of his tent. Even during mealtime, his subordinates would just bring the food to his tent.

His uncertain condition brought a sense of unease to the troops.

Another day went by, but there were still no signs of movement on Nate's side. He remained true to his identity as the leader of the reinforcements sent by the main army.

Fredrinn even took his time to set up a trap for him, but the guy didn't fall for his schemes.

'Does he know my plan?' Fredrinn thought. Only his most trusted subordinates were involved with the plan so it should be impossible for Nate to know their intentions.

This could only mean one thing- Nate had no interest in assassinating him. At least not for now.

While he was grumbling in silence, he received a report from Bernard that a huge army was advancing towards the plains. S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"General, our scouts have discovered approximately two hundred thousand soldiers marching in our direction! If they don't stop their march, they will be within our range before evening! What are your orders, sir?"

Hearing this, Fredrinn clicked his tongue, feeling slightly annoyed. He sent his people to find evidence of Nate's betrayal, but there was still no progress. And now, another army was about to attack them.

From the looks of it, he would have to postpone Nate's matter until they were done dealing with the incoming army.

"Tell the troops to prepare for battle! We still have time to set up some traps! Get everyone to move!" Fredrinn waved his hand.

"Yes, sir!"

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Meanwhile, the person leading the army that was approaching the plains was an old man with long white hair that reached up to his waste. His figure was thin, looking like a feeble scholar who would collapse with a strong blow of the wind.

The old man was dressed in light battle armor made from leather and steel. On his back was a purple saber with a curved tip.

This old man was one of the strongest experts dispatched by the Blue Sky Kingdom, Gregor Pilar. His martial prowess was only a step away from advancing to the Void Tempering realm!

Gregor Pilar was known for his unusually cruel nature. He was even given the nickname 'Blood Saber General'.

Riding on his muscular war horse, Gregor's eyes were terrifyingly cold.

'I will avenge you, my comrades! I will kill that bastard, Fredrinn Firecrown, with my own hands! I will offer his blood as a sacrifice to appease your souls!'

When he heard the consecutive victory of Fredrinn's army, it filled Gregor with profound rage.

Fredrinn was a huge thorn in their side. He had to be eliminated to tip the war back in their favor.

"How close are we to their camp?" Gregor shouted to his deputy, a middle-aged man with an eyepatch.

"If we go by this pace, we will enter their range before nightfall! Sir, I suggest that we stop for a moment and let our soldiers recuperate. We have been marching nonstop for almost two days straight. The high-ranking soldiers are fine, but the normal soldiers are starting to feel the fatigue. It would be bad if they fought in that condition." The man with the eyepatch suggested with a serious voice.

Hearing this, the old man furrowed his eyebrows, clearly displeased by his words. However, he knew that his words made some sense. If they forced their weary soldiers to fight, it would be disastrous, especially considering the strength of the enemy's forces.

The old man relented with a reluctant gaze. "Fine. Tell the troops to stop the march and rest for the rest of the day. We will attack them at dawn tomorrow."

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"Wise choice, sir. I will convey your words to the troops!" The man with the eyepatch was relieved. He then sent a hand signal to the messengers who immediately delivered the instruction to the rest of the troops.

Soon, the army came to an abrupt halt.

Gregor dismounted his horse and said to his deputy. "Bring all the corps commanders here. We need to discuss our battle plan."

"Yes, sir!" The man with the eyepatch strongly agreed with his decision. The enemy troops were led by a man who was said to be undefeated. It would be unwise to clash with him without necessary preparations.