Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong-Chapter 1070 - 657 The Camp on the Other Side_1

Chapter 1070: Chapter 657: The Camp on the Other Side_1

Chapter 1070 -657: The Camp on the Other Side_1

The evening breeze was chilly, and the night was deep.

Beneath the Hundred Ranges, the long forest belt lay tranquil and serene.

Next to a small lake near the forest, accompanied by the occasional soldier patrol, a magic sphere floating in midair moved, casting the outline of a vast encampment.

This was the site of the Second Prince’s Vanguard Legion.

This temporary military camp, strictly enclosed by sharpened, sturdy wooden fences, was located between the forest and the lake. Undoubtedly, this position maximized the utilization of the terrain to ensure the camp’s safety.

On the camp’s periphery, there were numerous abatis and wooden barricades, all coated with a thick anti-magic coating, as evident from the occasionally flashing magic flow light.

Unlike the cavalry camp of the Great Prince’s forces, which was transformed from a village,

This temporary camp by the lake was filled with neatly arranged animal hide tents and more arrow towers.

Due to the hasty deployment, most of the arrow towers were relatively low but could accommodate more archers, corresponding well with this infantry corps composed mainly of longbowmen and a mix of light and heavy infantry.

However, compared to the well-defended opponent’s cavalry, the vigilance of the Second Prince’s corps was undoubtedly lax.

Under the quiet moonlight, the soldiers in the arrow towers, at the camp’s entrance, or patrolling both inside and outside the camp, all appeared listless, yawning incessantly.

As their camp was located far from Cyan Town, the soldiers of the Second Prince’s Vanguard Legion had to march hurriedly through the night.

Although their pace was slower than that of the Great Prince’s Vanguard, they hardly rested along the way and had to remain alert for potential midway attacks from the enemy cavalry.

Also, upon arrival, they immediately began cutting nearby trees to build the camp.

As a result, even though these soldiers had almost entirely condensed energy vortexes, most were exhausted and demoralized.

Not far from the central command tent, a robust middle-aged man dressed in noble attire paced slowly, his face stern and his brows furrowed.

Surrounding him were several formidable figures—half of them clad in fine leather armor, while the other half wore plate armor or heavy mail, with a few mages in magic robes scattered among them.

Without a doubt, this was the core of the Second Prince’s Vanguard Legion, the true central command tent.

And that robust middle-aged man in noble attire was Marquis Eliton, the commander of this Vanguard Legion.

He had another identity as the current City Lord of Greyrock City and another affiliated city.

“Lord Eliton, everything has been settled now. All we need to do is sit back and watch the show and wait for the Main Forces Corps to arrive,” said a middle-aged staff officer dressed in green magic robes, bowing before him.

“Well done. Even if I lend Wens the courage, he won’t dare to provoke us again. These pampered traditional nobles are nothing but weaklings,” Eliton nodded, then scoffed, “Without the rise of us new aristocrats in the past two to three hundred years, I’m afraid the Coldflame Kingdom would have already perished.”

“Lord Eliton is absolutely right. Those weak and conservative traditional nobles are nothing but parasites to our kingdom. One day, we, the new aristocrats, will eradicate them completely.”

The middle-aged staff officer grinned and chimed in, “By then, their territories and wealth will be ours.”

Hearing this, the other commanders also revealed chilling smiles.

“Lord Eliton, why do you still look worried?”

Seeing Eliton’s furrowed eyebrows, the middle-aged staff officer asked, “Are you worried about the Broken Blade Knights left in Greyrock City?”

“What’s there to worry about Layne? He’s nothing more than a dog at my feet,” Eliton waved contemptuously, indifferently saying, “Even if I lent him a hundred times his courage, he wouldn’t dare take advantage of the emptiness within Greyrock City to carry out anything treasonous.”

“Lord Eliton is right. The Broken Blade Knights only amount to 3,000 men at most. Even if we gave them a city of the same scale as Greyrock City, they wouldn’t have the ability to defend it!”

Updat𝒆d fr𝑜m freewebnøvel.com.

Another commander, armed with a longbow, joked, “That guy is also a scion of a traditional noble family, yet he’s fallen this low, becoming a dog at your side!”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

“Lord Eliton, if it’s not the Broken Blade Knights, are you worried about the young masters left behind?” The middle-aged staff officer pondered and asked again.

“Those troublesome young masters are indeed a problem,” Eliton’s lips twitched, and he stopped pacing.

Ever since he decided to hand over the other affiliated city under Greyrock City to one of his sons, the young masters had been fighting both openly and secretly.

Especially his youngest son, Cliff, who had paid exorbitant costs to hire a barbarian beast tamer and trained disgusting Tier 3 Demon Beasts in the forest every day, even playing a game of hunting mercenaries.