Magical Strategist

To reach Saint Gard on time, Zhenlong immediately said goodbye to Teresa, Lingdie, Abian, and the others. Teresa insisted on going with them, but was refused. Zhenlong whispered something in Teresa's ear, which finally calmed her nerves.

After saying goodbye, he mounted the Phantom and sped away, leaving the regiment headquarters and heading towards the Middle-earth Hall.

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By dusk, the 2,600 members of the Bright Corps were ready to march. Nine columns, all wearing silver uniforms and red armbands, confidence written on every face.

Target: Northern Vartan City, let’s go!

At the commander's command, the soldiers mounted their horses, cracked their whips, and officially set out for the battle!

A mighty cavalry of 2,600 men, their silver battle robes radiating dazzling light under the midday sun.

To bid farewell to the brave knights, the people of New Delhi lined the roadsides, flowers in hand. Hearing the sound of horse hooves, they tossed the flowers to the ground, allowing the honored knights to step on them. At that moment, they were at their most beautiful! As they tossed flowers, the people cheered the knights on, chanting resounding slogans: The Light Corps will win!

Many children in the crowd came over to present flowers to the Thunder Emperor, saying, "Uncle Captain, you must win! You are the best!" This was the children's hope.

The farewell ceremony lasted ten kilometers, and flowers were laid out for a full ten kilometers. The main road of New Delhi became a world of flowers, extending all the way to the north gate exit of New Delhi City.

Every soldier was grateful for such special treatment. They all ignited their fighting spirit and were determined to annihilate the Purple Night Knights without leaving a single one alive!

After leaving New Delhi, the Illuminati marched day and night for the next two days. Luckily, their "highland horses" were fast and had great endurance, allowing them to run continuously for three days and three nights. Normally, the 800-li journey to their destination could be completed in two days.

However, the Thunder Emperor, preoccupied with advancing at full speed, overlooked a crucial factor: nature! The northern regions of Yusha Country were colder than the southern regions. Even in the golden autumn of October, snowflakes were falling in this area. Further north, almost to the outskirts of Vartan, the sky was blanketed in snow, a vast expanse of white, and occasional hailstorms.

Heavy snow blanketed the road ahead, making it impossible for horses to lift their hooves in the thick drifts. Seeing that Vartan was only a dozen kilometers away, Thunder Emperor decided to walk. The wind howled, and the snow blanketed the ground. The knights, lightly dressed, some of the female warriors even in shorts, were already shivering in the freezing cold. If they hadn't harnessed their fighting spirit to ward off the cold, they would have frozen to death.

However, among the 2,600 people in the entire group, there is only one person who cannot control the fighting spirit, and that is Princess Lingdie.

"Sister Sha, I'm so cold..." Ling Die huddled up. She was wearing a thin, hollowed-out dress, her arms and legs exposed. She couldn't release her Dou Qi like the others, creating a protective mist. Gold Dou Qi was the most effective against cold; people like Lei Di and Abian felt no chill under its protection. Purple was second, and white was the weakest. But Ling Die couldn't even control white Dou Qi, so she shivered in the biting wind.

Teresa asked Lingdie to hold her hand, hoping it would warm her up. However, the cold-resistant effect of Dou Qi only affected the caster, and Lingdie was still unable to escape the torment of the cold.

Her legs were so frozen that she lost feeling and she finally fell to the ground with a thud. Her petite body was instantly buried in the thick snow.

"Xiaodie, wake up! You can't fall asleep here!" You know, in this sub-zero temperature, falling asleep can kill you. Teresa frantically slapped the unconscious Lingdie, her palms hitting her face hard with a slapping sound. After seven or eight blows, Lingdie's eyes flickered open as she regained consciousness. Her teeth chattered, and her expression was filled with agony. Teresa couldn't bear to watch Lingdie suffer. Without hesitation, she stripped off her own clothes and put them on Lingdie. She was only wearing a thin outer layer, with her underwear underneath, but she didn't care. In the end, Teresa's fair upper body was exposed.

"Sister, are you looking down on us men by doing this?" At this moment, Abian, who was standing behind them, stepped forward and said, "Without hesitation, he took off his own clothes and put them on Lingdie, and then asked Teresa to put her clothes back on. Of course, Abian's thin tights were no match for the cold, so he turned around and shouted to everyone behind him, "Brothers of the Tiger Team, listen up! Anyone who has reached purple fighting spirit will take off their clothes."

"Ah? Why? I'm only wearing one thing. If I take it off, won't I freeze to death?"

No one was willing to take off their clothes. Abbian immediately became furious and shouted, "Daddy, I'll say it again, men who have reached the purple fighting spirit must take off their clothes!" There was a crisp sound of crackling, and Abbian's eyes lit up and he began to move his finger joints.

Of the Tiger Squad's 300 or so men, who hadn't been struck by the captain's fists? This top-tier boxer's punches were no joke; even a single blow could be fatal. Soon, about fifty of them spontaneously stripped off their clothes and handed them to Abian.

Although these clothes were very thin, the warmth they provided when put together was better than a mink coat. Abian didn't dare approach Lingdie, let alone help her put on her clothes. He just covered his crotch with his hands and handed the clothes to Theresa, saying tremblingly, "Put them on her."

In the end, Lingdie's body was wrapped like a dumpling. Her originally slender figure turned into a ball in an instant, looking so miserable.

"Is it still cold?" Teresa asked.

Ling Die regained consciousness. She shook her head and replied, "Not cold, not cold at all. Thank you, Sister Sha!"

"You should thank Mr. Kyle." Theresa pointed at Abian and said

Lingdie looked over with grateful eyes. Abian felt very uncomfortable. Seeing him covering his crotch with his left hand and his right hand, he stammered, "Princess, princess, you, don't, don't do this, look, look at me..."

"It turns out this cockscomb-haired guy has a cute side. Look at him, Sister Sha, the bandit can actually blush." ​​Ling Die covered her mouth and laughed.

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The difficult journey was finally over, and the Light Group entered the city of Vartan.

What was disturbing was that such a large city was completely devoid of pedestrians. The surrounding houses were devoid of any lights, leaving a pitch-black darkness and a deathly silence. The only sounds in the air were the whistling of the cold wind and the crunch of snow on the ground. The silence was eerie.

"What the hell is going on?" Lei Di, walking in front, was puzzled. As far as he knew, Vartan City, though remote, had a population of several hundred thousand, yet here he was, a deserted city. He didn't rush to investigate, but instead went to meet with the city government and Mayor Zhebei as planned.