Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

In the camp of Fassen Town, carrier pigeons and scouts with messages kept coming in and out of the tents, allowing Lind to be the first to grasp the latest movements of the Wesker coalition.

"A coalition force of 50,000 troops, without any division, is coming directly towards us?"

As an excellent student who graduated from the Royal Capital Academy, Isa repeatedly confirmed the information in her hands.

This was so unreasonable that Isa always felt that there must be something fishy going on.

"This is normal."

Jefferson on the side kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, regretting his decision to sit on the fence. He also explained to Isa, "The coalition army does not have 50,000 people at all. The real number is only about 20,000 to 30,000 at most, and among them there are many of their relatives and followers, and even cooks."

"Not to mention that the cook has to take care of a lot of logistics. The slaves used to maintain the dignity of these nobles probably account for one-third of the team. It is difficult to command such a cumbersome team to attack separately."

Upon hearing this explanation, Isa exclaimed, "Is this how all of you nobles fight? No wonder the border is in such a mess."

"No, ma'am, we nobles are more exaggerated than you think."

After that, Jefferson took out a plan and put it on the table.

Isa didn't speak for a long time after reading it. The plan detailed that after the gray-collar workers were surrounded, each noble would hold a position, which was equivalent to placing a bet, and then betting on where the gray-collar workers would break out from.

Of course, there is also betting that the gray collar will surrender, but the odds are very low and far less exciting than betting on a position.

"In order to prevent someone from leaving first and occupying a better position, the entire coalition is managed in a unified manner, and it is impossible to divide the troops."

Jefferson changed his handkerchief and continued to wipe his sweat as he continued to explain that he was almost dehydrated from sweating these days, especially when the Allied forces were approaching.

"This is... too exaggerated."

Isa had imagined the bottom line of the nobles, but the nobles proved with their actions: My bottom line is beyond your imagination.

Lind put away the new intelligence, looked at the map and said, "Don't underestimate the enemy, but don't be too nervous either. Just follow the planned actions."

Including the three hundred soldiers equipped with individual combat backpacks, as well as Reina's knights and nuns, the two sides can indeed be considered evenly matched in terms of professionals. If the opponent's army cannot face off, it can be said to be a paper tiger. In the chaos, ordinary people who are only summoned by the lord to fight are actually a burden.

The closer the other party got, the calmer Linde became.

At this time, Reina walked in wearing a huge armor that was completely inconsistent with her body.

"How about it, brother? Do you look like my grandpa?"

Although it is more cumbersome, as a sixth-level professional, Reina can still use it as if it were an arm.

Lena swept away her previous melancholy, and became even more excited as the war approached, as if Lars' war blood was awakening.

Lind, who had never met Grand Duke Lars, didn't know how to respond, so he could only say, "Remember, don't fight too long. This is not our only chance. If we are discovered, we will run to the minefield. Do you understand? Your safety is more important than anything else."

"Don't worry, brother. No one in the entire North can match me."

After saying that, Reina, who was wearing a huge armor, made a pose to show off her muscles, although still nothing could be seen.

Seeing Reina gradually going off the rails again, Lind could only say to Susan beside Reina: "Protect your lady, understand?"

"Swear to protect to the death!"

At this time, a servant came in and reported: "Sir, the artillery position in the forest area is ready."

After hearing this report, Reina immediately put on her helmet.

"Well, brother, I'm off!"

On the other side, most of the coalition forces led by Wesker had already entered the valley, and Wesker, who was at the head of the coalition forces, was walking out of the valley with his followers.

"Lord Evans, are we really going to just walk through the valley like this?"

Looking at the endless team slowly advancing in the valley behind, the envoy from the royal capital was very worried. Even an envoy who knew nothing about military affairs could see that if there was an ambush in the valley, the coalition forces could be split into two in an instant.

But Wesker, who had drunk a little wine, blushed and said, "Sir Messenger, have you heard of Lars' joke?"

The messenger shook his head. The messenger from the royal capital was indeed not very familiar with the northern border.

"Once, the knights of the Lars family wanted to chase three or two demons on the other side of the river. Because the river was too deep and there was no bridge, the knights had to take out bows and arrows to shoot. However, they didn't know that the blood magic of the demons on the other side was specifically designed to restrain bows and arrows. A group of knights could only scratch their hair through their helmets when facing the three or two demons on the other side of the river."

"Hahahahahaha, don't these knights even know any ranged attack magic?"

The envoy from the royal capital laughed after hearing this and felt a lot more relaxed. Although this story was probably fabricated, the knights of the Lars family did lack the means of long-range attack.

"Not only that, these turtle-shell knights are not good enough at killing. Often, more than a dozen people die in a battle. They have become a joke in the North."

Wesker added, "If our opponents were a group of spellcasters, we would indeed suffer heavy losses if we walked through this valley, but our opponents are a group of knights from the Lars family. Hahahahaha, I'm starting to laugh."

The envoy from the capital also flattered, "Mr. Evans is truly a master at using troops. He has already studied the enemy in detail. It's a pity that there is a traitor named Jefferson among us. Otherwise, the remnants of the old Lars would never have thought that we would go directly to the Gray Collar from here."

"It doesn't matter."

Wesker said nonchalantly: "I have to thank Jefferson, otherwise this battle would be too boring as the starting point of my epic."

Lucanus next to him also flattered: "That's right, full of dramatic betrayals and unknowns is what makes a wonderful epic."

"Not bad, not bad, Xiao Lu. I just thought of two lines of poetry that can be used as the beginning of my epic story. How about you take a look?"

Just as Lucanus was about to ride forward, a low muffled sound came from the front.

Perhaps because he had drunk some wine, Wesker clearly heard the noise amidst the noisy sounds around him.

Did it thunder just as I got out of the valley?

Wesker frowned. This was not a good sign. If it rained, the nobles in the team behind would definitely complain. If they were soaked in water, there would be no mention of the decency and dignity of the nobles.

As for marching in the rain?

Shouldn't we camp on the mountain and enjoy the beautiful scenery on a rainy day?

Thinking of this, Wesker looked up at the valley behind him, trying to find a suitable place to view the view.

Then, just as Wesker looked up, the muffled sound came again, and this time it was very close, just above him. Wesker clearly saw something in the sky approaching rapidly.

A huge shell whizzed through the air, smashing into Wesker's surroundings with destructive force. The shell exploded on the ground, and the dirt and rubble were violently lifted up, forming a black smoke and dust barrier.

Gorgeous runes appeared on Wesker's armor, but then more shells fell, causing continuous explosions.

Even though he was wearing enchanted armor, Wesker still felt as if his chest was hit by a hammer. A sweet taste surged up in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Wesker's mouth. Wesker lost his balance due to the impact and fell off his horse.

But the explosions did not stop, as if hundreds of spellcasters were continuously casting rain of destruction, and the thunder was the forerunner of the raindrops.

Not only was the vanguard unit where Wesker was located attacked, but the same muffled sound was also heard in the valley behind them, and the entire coalition force was thrown into chaos.

The entire valley was filled with fire mixed with smoke, wreckage and screams, and enchanted lights flashed everywhere, but more often than not, ordinary soldiers and horses that had lost control were constantly charging at their companions in the chaos.

The situation of the vanguard was not much better. The large number of ordinary soldiers immediately became confused. Some wanted to escape into the valley, while others fled in all directions outside the valley.

The expensive enchantment helped Wesker survive the explosion, and the followers around him were loyal enough to form a circle in the chaotic crowd, preventing Wesker from being trampled by the crowd.

Enemy attack? But why didn't the spellcasters in front detect any magical reaction? When did the Lars family have such a terrifying long-range attack method?

Wesker's head and armor were buzzing. Could it be that the Lars from Winterhold had come to support him?

Just as the sound of explosions gradually subsided and Wesker, who thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, helped his followers to get up, the army, which had been holding fire pokers and carrying strange backpacks, appeared in front of them at some point.

Before the coalition forces in the lead could react, rain-like molten flames began to reap the lives of the coalition forces in the front row like the scythe of the god of death.

Especially those troops flying conspicuous noble flags. Before Wesker could get up, the followers supporting him were shot through by the molten flames.

Wesker fell to the ground again and saw Lucanus not far away, and immediately roared:

"Lucanus! Give me a hand!"

Wesker kept shouting amid the explosions, but Lucanus seemed not to hear him. He stared blankly at the sky full of gunfire through his blindfold, with an inexplicably happy smile on his face.

"Lucanus! Are you deaf? I asked you to help me!"

Wesker, who was constantly hit by the crowd, shouted angrily, but perhaps because Lucanus's costume was too conspicuous among a group of soldiers, Lucanus, who was still in a daze, was immediately hit by several rays and hit directly by a shell.

Wesker, who was blown away, witnessed Lucanus being torn into pieces.