From Secret Clan To The Divine Dynasty
/ From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty Chapter 217 – Chapter 217: Chapter 206 Marching Southwards
Chapter 217: Chapter 206 Marching Southwards
Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM .“Are we parting ways here? So soon?”
Old Dog looked at Darren Fischer's figure, a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and continued, “It's been over a year, hasn't it? Since the last of our group of eight joined, we've been working together for more than a year. Darren, wouldn't it be nice if we could keep moving together?”
“Or maybe you could think it over, after all, the war is not yet over.”
Darren laughed heartily, shaking his head without any hesitation, and said loudly:
“I must return to the Fischer family now. However, not parting ways is not entirely impossible—if any of you don't wish to continue staying in Rhea, you can come back to Cyart with me and become members of the Fischer family.”
“Actually, I too hope to continue working with you all.”
Darren believed in this group of people with whom he had shared life and death for a long time. He had already revealed his true identity to them, anyway—they were all Cyart people, so his identity posed no problem.
“…”
Old Dog and the others fell silent. They were Cyart people who had come together due to hatred of the Rhea People and held admiration for the “Iron Mask Man.”
But becoming a subordinate of the Fischer family was another matter entirely since swearing allegiance to a family meant having completely different goals and responsibilities than before.
“I'll go back to the Fischer family with Darren.”
The only girl in the group slowly raised her hand. She had a black eye devoid of emotion and short gray hair, slightly pointed ears, was a pale-skinned half-elf, and carried a large black bow engraved with runes on her back.
That large black bow was a confiscated alchemy weapon capable of shooting arrows from a great distance, even killing enemies kilometers away.
Although she was only a high-level Beginning Extraordinary Exponent, she caused trouble for the Rhea People that was no less troublesome than that caused by a Transmutation Level powerful expert.
“Then I'll go with Darren as well.”
Old Dog finally made his decision but frowned and said, “But Darren, let me be clear, I may not join the Fischer family. When the time comes, I will need to see what the situation in Fischer is like before I decide!”
He had once been an illegal superhuman who had killed, later captured by the Salvation Church and forced into service in the Cyart Royal Army to reduce his sentence, and then captured by the Rhea People, enduring torture in prison.
If it weren't for Darren's rescue, he, tormented to the extreme, would probably have died in that gloomy and grim prison.
Darren shook his head, saying with a grin:
“No problem, if the Fischer family isn't attractive enough for you, then just think of it as giving me a ride.”
Only they wanted to follow Darren, while the rest intended to meet up with a nearby large force, so the small group planned to head south first toward a Cyart military camp.
The eight individuals gradually made their way toward a forest in the south, the half-elf girl following close behind Darren, always vigilant of her surroundings.
Her name was Elise, a mixed blood of Cyart and Rhea People with ancestry that also mingled with elves, which is why she was often called a “mutt.”
Because Elise was saved by Darren from the guillotine, she relied heavily on him and adored him as if he were her real older brother.
Tall trees grew densely, their leaves a lush green, like the color palette of nature, with sunlight filtering through the gaps, casting mottled shadows on the ground, giving the forest a mystical and tranquil ambiance.
Darren gazed at the continuous rolling mountains in the distance, shrouded in light mist.
“Heh.”
They crossed mountains and valleys, and after two days, their squad was getting closer to the town where the Cyart military was stationed.
“Huh?”
Suddenly, Elise looked astonishment toward the distance, far off, a kilometer away. With the Bloodline power of a high-level magic beast, the eagle-headed beast, she possessed exceptionally strong vision and could distinctly see that there was an encamped army in the distance.
The shadow of an eagle emerged in her eyes as she scrutinized the details of the military camp more carefully.
The expanse of the camp came into view, tents uniformly arranged along broad roads, flags fluttering in the wind, proudly soaring above the center of the camp. The soldiers had stern faces; the nearby armory housed an array of neatly arranged weapons and equipment, gleaming with the cold light of metal.
“There's a military camp a kilometer away!”
“That's not a Cyart military camp, but a Rhea one!”
The half-elf girl immediately reported, Darren furrowed his brows, gazing toward the Rhea military camp hiding in the woods, too far to see clearly.
They approached a bit closer, carefully not getting too near.
The old dog said in surprise, “It looks like there are at least ten to twenty thousand people, such a large number. I'm afraid it's several infantry regiments. Have they gathered here to take back the town occupied by the Cyart people?”
Darren chuckled and said,
“Bad news, the large Cyart force we once wanted to rendezvous with has probably run off by now, and if they haven't, they're in big trouble.”
He paused for a moment before saying quietly,
“This army is large in number, and I feel their target is significant!”
The old dog didn't understand and asked,
“A significant target, what are you talking about? Isn't there only one Cyart force in this area?”
Darren narrowed his eyes, filled with worry, “Perhaps their target isn't here at all!”
In the Rhea military camp, an old Rhea general with a tall stature and white hair stood in front of a map of the East Coast Province, gazing intently at it.
“We'd better set off tomorrow and enter Cyart territory directly. First, we'll wipe out the Cyart people in the Four Towns area, and then attack Fein City,” he said as he looked toward the two people standing in front of him, his tone very polite.
“What do both of you think?”
The male of the two nodded and said calmly,
“Hmm, the city barrier of Fein City is useful even against Monarch Level powerhouses. If we can quickly take Fein City and then the three of us join forces, we should be able to contend with most of the Cyart people's combat power.”
The two individuals communicating with the Rhea general were both wearing very delicate silver masks, one a tall woman and the other a slightly shorter middle-aged man.
The tall woman clad in purple luxurious clothing emitted an aroma like that of orchids, possessing an ethereal and dreamlike strangeness, full of mystery.
The slightly shorter middle-aged man, although not very tall, emitted a terrifying sharpness from head to toe, as if he was a blade capable of piercing through all things in the world, ready to penetrate rocks and stones at any moment.
Just by standing there with his hands behind his back, he already made the low-level Monarch Rhea old general feel pressured.
The old Rhea general was very respectful toward the two foreign reinforcements. If the Rhea king could seek Cyart people for help, then surely, the Meyer family could seek support from foreign forces, and these two powerful experts were precisely the Meyer family's trump cards.
Especially that man…
He continued, “No problem, Your Highness the Prince, the combat power of the East Coast Province is very vacant, they don't even have a Monarch powerhouse, so we should be able to take Fein City very quickly.”
“The four mid-level Monarch powerful experts of Cyart are the Cyart King himself from the Adley family, Duke Black Iron from the Romann family, the head of the ‘Fog' Abernathy, and the head of ‘Flaming Blood' Castleton.”
“Currently, Duke Black Iron and the head of the Abernathy are in Rhea territory, overseeing the evil Cyart army, and with the Cyart King himself in the south of Cyart, only the head of the top family ‘Flaming Blood' Castleton would have the chance to immediately rush to the aid of the East Coast.”
The middle-aged man slowly shook his head and said,
“No matter, with the barrier of that city, not to mention Castleton's ‘Flaming Blood' head, even if the Cyart King from the south comes, two mid-level Monarchs will not be able to break through our defenses.”
The man known as the Prince spoke with confidence in his tone, feeling that once Fein City was taken, relying on the strong power of the city-level barrier, he did not believe that a single mid-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponent could pose much of a threat.
As for those low-level Monarch Extraordinary Exponents, the middle-aged man didn't consider them significant at all.
The old Rhea general said, “Well, let's take a gamble then. As long as we can push the Cyart people's front-line army back, we will have succeeded strategically.”
“However, there's also a very dangerous situation where, if we are unable to quickly capture Fein City and instead get surrounded by support from all sides of the Cyart people, we will be caught between two fronts and trapped deep within enemy territory.”
The mysterious woman had not spoken a word from beginning to end, just silently listening, as if intentionally concealing her presence.
He slowly shook his head and asked again, “Changing the subject, Your Highness the Prince, what were you up to this morning?”
The man who had been referred to as the Prince remained silent for a while before slowly saying,
“Isn't there a town nearby occupied by a Cyart force? I've completely annihilated them already. Those filthy invaders simply make me sick; I didn't want to spare a single one!”
He said indignantly before stretching out his hand and tapping on Fein City on the map of the East Coast.
“Let the army move out quickly. Cross that forest, launch a surprise attack on the Four Towns area, and take down Fein City in one fell swoop! We must capture that city before the Cyart people can fully react!”
Chapter end
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