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Chapter 89 Infiltration

The kingdom's army camp was more magnificent than Roland had imagined; instead of the dejection of a defeated army, it was incredibly beautiful.

The entire valley has been transformed into a massive military fortress, enveloped by a clear, giant blue light shield. From time to time, magical nodes that maintain the array's operation flash, ensuring that the entire camp can withstand the impact of meteor spells at any time.

Above the light shield, dozens of black dots hovered in mid-air, accompanied by the howls of wild beasts, guarding the entire camp.

That was the Silverwind Demon Eagle, its broad wings gleaming silver-white in the moonlight. The knight on its back held a golden spear and occasionally cast a detection spell, creating invisible ripples in the night.

As the gaze continued downwards, atop the valley's rocky walls, every hundred meters there was a small watchtower, the tips of archers' arrows gleaming faintly, ready to fire at any enemy lurking in the shadows.

What provides them with a view are dozens of stone pillars at the entrance, carved with intricate runes, with a ball of light burning at the top. Wherever the light reaches, the air is slightly distorted. If one is not a high-level wanderer, their figure will be directly revealed by the anti-magic effect when sneaking around.

Looking deeper, the scene inside the valley was blocked by a blue light barrier, like a fog, making it impossible to see the specific situation. All that could be seen were countless outlines moving slowly.

"Let's go."

Harvey dusted himself off, picked up his axe, and headed into the camp.

The three had only walked a dozen steps down the hillside when a burst of light suddenly rose from the nearest stone pillar, and invisible ripples spread out, sweeping over them.

Harvey and Seth's nameplates lit up, and the ripples disappeared instantly, while Roland's body glowed red, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze slightly.

An arrow flew by and landed firmly in the soil beneath his feet. The arrow's fletching trembled slightly, causing him to place his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

"stop!"

A cold shout rang out, and a squad of fully armed cavalrymen appeared out of nowhere from dozens of meters away, instantly surrounding the three of them.

Harvey remained motionless, only stretching out his hands and shouting, "We're on the same side!"

The cavalry captain, a short, middle-aged officer with a slightly stern expression, dismounted and strode over: "One of us? Which unit are you from?"

"The northern supply train was scattered by the Imperial dogs," Seth said, removing the nameplate and placing it on a gold coin in his palm before handing it over, his tone slightly ingratiating. "Sir, look—"

The middle-aged officer took the plaque but didn't look at it. Instead, he took out a gray-black stone with silver patterns carved on it from his pocket and pressed it onto the plaque.

As the nameplate touched the stone, a golden light instantly enveloped it, sweeping across the runes on the nameplate and condensing into a blurry phantom in mid-air, its appearance bearing a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Seth.

"Seth Rockfurnace, Northern Engineering Team, arrived on the western front two days ago—" The officer glanced at the text below the illusory figure, nodded slightly, "Confirmed, clearance granted."

He then turned his gaze to Harvey, and after verifying his identity, asked Roland, "You don't have a nameplate, so who are you?"

"The adventurers from Broken Rock Town accidentally wandered in," Roland said calmly.

The officer raised an eyebrow and pushed the gray-black stone forward: "Hold out your hand."

Roland did as he was told. The officer pulled out a silver needle, inserted it into Roland's arm, and smeared the blood from the needle tip onto the gray-black stone.

Buzz—

The golden light flashed again, and this time the phantom was a thin young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with only two simple lines of text below.

"Roland Gullor, a farmer from a village under Qiming Town—" The officer frowned, then looked at Roland's attire with a hint of suspicion. "How did a farmer end up here?"

Roland said calmly, "I went to stay with relatives in Broken Rock Town, but they were already dead. I became an adventurer to survive. Later, when I completed a quest, I triggered a teleportation array and somehow ended up here."

This story was planned long ago, and it's a mix of truth and fiction. Anyway, the kingdom's army is short of manpower right now, so as long as we can confirm that someone's identity has been preserved, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Fortunately, he had already resolved the bounty issue in Duanyan Town, so he didn't have a criminal record, otherwise he would be in considerable trouble now.

Sure enough, upon hearing this explanation, the officer's expression softened, and his tone even carried a hint of sympathy: "What bad luck. Having come here, I'm afraid you might not be able to leave alive."

He took a blank plaque from a nearby cavalryman, pressed the gray-black stone onto it, and as the gold light shimmered, he added several lines before tossing it to Roland.

"According to the king's decree, all those who appear on the battlefield shall be conscripted as soldiers, and with this, they shall be incorporated into the supply corps."

Supply train?

Roland raised an eyebrow, about to ask something, when the officer raised his hand, signaling the surrounding cavalry to let them pass.

"Let's go."

Seth breathed a sigh of relief, then quietly slipped another gold coin to the officer, before tugging at Roland's sleeve to make him stick close to him.

The three of them passed through the invisible barrier.

A blue light swept overhead, and this time, with the nameplate responding, no further trouble ensued. The mist dissipated, revealing the situation within the valley.

Hundreds and thousands of tents are neatly arranged on both sides, extending into the depths, their surfaces shimmering with silver patterns, as if they were breathing like living things.

Countless soldiers walked, rested, and carried supplies between tents, yet there was no noise, only the sound of orderly footsteps and officers' commands.

"The Blue Crystal Mountains are very important. The king sent his elite troops, as well as those of us with extraordinary abilities."

Harvey explained in a low voice, his words laced with sarcasm: "Don't be fooled by the fact that discipline is relatively good now. That's because someone is keeping it under control. On the battlefield, there are at least fifty deserters every day."

Roland glanced at the soldiers sitting around the campfire. Their eyes were vacant and their gazes were empty. They didn't even look up when someone passed by, as if they were numb.

The fortress was not as orderly as it appeared.

Continuing forward, several buildings made of gray-white stone appeared on the right. They were not large, only twice the height of the tent, with their main entrances open, emitting a silver-blue light.

At the entrance, dozens of believers in robes embroidered with silver trim were busy at work. They looked down at the scroll in front of them and were outlining patterns with quill pens. Magic gradually unfolded from the scroll, forming a fixed spell structure with the strokes.

“The people of the Church of Knowledge are hired by the king,” Harvey sneered. “They don’t have to go to the battlefield. They can just stay here all day practicing casting spell scrolls, sell them to the army according to the number of successful ones, and earn gold coins as income.”

Roland nodded.

There are not many churches willing to get involved in wars of power between nations; at most, there are some churches in the neutral camp, and they are only willing to accept employees and will not clearly state their position.

However, he did notice that next to those believers in knowledge, there were several people wearing dark brown light armor counting the number of spell scrolls. The nameplates on their chests were brighter than those of ordinary soldiers, and what they wore on their waists were not weapons, but strings of keys.

Harvey followed his gaze, his tone becoming more cautious: "That's the quartermaster, he knows the movements of all the soldiers—if you want to find that thing, you'd better start with them."

Roland narrowed his eyes, looking at the quartermasters, and asked, "What are they lacking?"

"Gold coins," Seth whispered as he leaned closer, "These guys are no ordinary people. I heard that every time supplies are distributed, there's a shortage compared to the planned amount, which means—"

He didn't continue, but Roland understood.

It seems that although this is a battlefield, it is not much different from the guards in Broken Rock Town. Some people are taking advantage of the war to make a quick buck.

This is good news.