Chapter 70: Setting Off

Aiboke felt helpless and thought of one last thing, "There is one more thing; traces of necromancer activity have been discovered in the Territory."

"That group of lunatics again?" Aipusi slammed the magic wand in his hand heavily against the ground, "How many are there?"

"Only one has been discovered for the time being." Aiboke recounted the situation of searching the village with Xia Duo earlier and then offered his own speculation.

"There should be 3 or 4 more that haven't been exposed yet; I have already sent people to investigate."

"Hmm." Aipusi nodded. He was very satisfied with this partner and follower who had grown up with him; it would be even better if he weren't so doting on Niya.

"That group of lunatics really isn't afraid of death; every time the Orc Tide comes, they rush over to throw their lives away." Aipusi joked, though in his heart, he took it quite seriously.

"I will have Leonard lead the Night Watchers to handle this matter; you don't need to worry about these trifles. If you can advance to an Advanced Arcanist, perhaps I really can use this to contact that lord."

Hearing the lord mention that lord, Aiboke could not help but show a look of yearning and awe. Great Arcanist, what a yearning title.

"I hope so."

Aiboke stood up, preparing to leave. He knew the lord was making final preparations for the upcoming operation, and he did not want to delay the lord's time.

Aipusi also stood up, took out a small mirror with a lanyard, and handed it to Aiboke, "Take this 【Mirror of Reversal】 and keep it on you during the operation; it will be safer."

"This—" Aiboke knew this was a Magic Item left behind by the lord's grandfather. He did not reach out to take it, but instead asked, "If this Mirror of Reversal is given to me, what about you?"

Aipusi smiled, "You don't think the Saville Family really only has that little bit of assets, do you? Rest assured, take it; I have other trump cards."

Seeing the lord say this, Aiboke no longer declined, accepted the small mirror, and then summoned the tower spirit to send him away.

……

On the other side, in the southeast corner of Savile Town, in another Military Camp opposite the southwest corner.

Two thousand soldiers had already quietly lined up in the main Training Ground, while in contrast, the merchant guilds and Adventurer conscripts nearby were in a mess.

As in the past, to cope with the Orc Tide, small squads of ten were reorganized into battalions of five hundred. Today, the Territory's main force consisted of these four battalions.

In a sense, these people were the foundation upon which the Savile Territory relied to maintain itself. Clearing the wilderness, pioneering the Territory, and external deterrence—which one did not require a large number of hands?

And magic, as long as it had not reached a certain height, was nothing more than icing on the cake.

Keyaan looked at the four battalions with their heavy, condensed momentum before him, a flash of emotion crossing his mind. Ten years ago, when the Orc Tide occurred, he was also one of the ordinary soldiers.

How many of the companions who fought alongside him back then were still left now?

This time, with the lord and others not participating in the battle, the situation would inevitably be even more tragic. But thinking of the operation the lord mentioned, and thinking that there might not even be an Orc Tide in the future, Keyaan knew that some prices had to be paid.

Thinking of this, Keyaan glanced obscurely at those merchant guild armed forces that were still not behaving themselves. At this moment, he was in absolute agreement with the lord's mandatory Conscription Order.

"Barelisi! You take 500 men and set off first, along the Wolfburg River to the south, clearing the road and marking the route. If you encounter small groups of Orcs, kill them on the spot. If the number is large, you are permitted to retreat temporarily."

Below, a burly man with a big beard clenched his right hand and hammered his chest fiercely, shouting loudly: "Yes!"

Keyaan nodded and looked at a Mage beside him, "Mage Sanduer, please assist Barelisi."

"No problem, leave it to me!"

Mage Sanduer waved the magic wand in his hand and agreed readily.

During large-scale combat, the role that Apprentices and even low-level Mages could play was actually very small. Spell buffs could not cover everyone, and spells that could truly settle the outcome were also quite rare.

At the same time, the battlefield environment was extremely unfriendly to Mages, and one could be in mortal danger if not careful. However, besides the magic wand in his hand capable of instantly casting 10 Fireballs, Mage Sanduer's most critical reliance was his proficiency in various magic for self-preservation and escape.

That was why he agreed so readily.

Other Mages, except for the lord's students, mostly wore bitter expressions; clearly, the battlefield was not a good place for Mages.

"Taman, you are responsible for commanding all conscripted personnel; I will give you 500 men as well."

"Yes."

Seeming worried that Taman would be unable to suppress those troublemakers, Keyaan looked at a young Mage beside him, "Bote, you go and help. Be decisive when you need to be, you know?"

"I know."

Mage Bote was a bit impatient, but there was nothing he could do; who told the person in front of him to be his father!

With only two thousand main troops in total, counting the hundreds of conscripts, no strategy could produce any tricks. In the end, it would still depend on hard power to fight the Orcs to the death.

Keyaan roughly arranged all the combatants and then led the team to set off.

……

At the same time, under Wolf God Mountain, the largest group of Orcs began to enter the Green Pearl Forest. They called out to each other, cursed, and played around, as if they were not going to the human world to plunder, but to play by the river.

Only one young Orc with slightly exquisite clothing was different from the other Orcs. It knew how to think and understood planning, but what truly distinguished it from other Orcs was that it had mastered the power of the elements.

Otherwise, even if it were the child of a Shaman, it would not receive any preferential treatment in Orc society. Only power brought preferential treatment.

Compared to ordinary Orcs, it understood the power of human Mages better. It had even personally dodged the sweeps of human soldiers and Adventurers, and witnessed with its own eyes the magnificent buildings in the human Territory.

Those were miracles that Orcs could never build. However, although Orcs could not build them, they could choose to destroy them. The young Orc clenched its fist, and a trace of electric light flashed across it.

It revealed a ferocious grin, and then immediately joined the other Orcs in their horseplay.

And in front of and behind this group of Orcs, a large number of Orcs, in twos and threes, were rushing toward the Savile Territory while playing around.

Along the way, all living things suffered; they were either killed or eaten, with almost nothing missed. This was a carnival that the Orcs only had once every ten years.

It was just that while this was a carnival for the Orcs, for the humans of the Savile Territory, it was an unmitigated disaster.

……

Savile Town.

After receiving the Sending from his teacher, Mage Leonard did not delay in the slightest and immediately headed to the Temple of Amanator near the town's Central Plaza.

At this time, most of the servants of the Lord of Radiance had already set off with the army; the only one left was a Law Guardian. However, Leonard was not here to find a judge this time.

He was looking for the servant of the Lord of the End of All Things, or in other words, the Territory's Night Watcher.

These people were not Fate Recorders focused on recording life and death, but ruthless people focused on the Domain of power. They viewed the Doctrine of Jergal and the lord's laws as their lives.

Of course, one could also call them—Undead.