Chapter 159: The Violet Army in the Dead End!

"How much time do you need?" The tribal chieftains frowned slightly, distrustful of these cunning nobles.

They feared the delay might be a ploy, that the nobles had other schemes in mind.

"At most one hour!" Narsy saw their reactions and dared not push further.

"Fine. I give you one hour. During this time, only a few of you may go retrieve your people; the rest must remain under our tribal army's watch!"

…

"Commander Narsy, what should we do now?"

Of course, we are searching with all our might for the group that captured the tribal heirs!!

"But we don't even know who did it or where they are!" The nobles looked deeply worried.

"We must search even if we don't know. This opportunity is like a divine blessing. If we find them, we won't be punished—we'll be rewarded!"

"And if we truly fail to find them, it will still be our last hope for breakout," Narsy said.

The nobles understood this logic well, so they wasted no time and immediately organized a three-hundred-man elite search party.

If the search failed, this elite cavalry unit would launch a surprise attack from outside, becoming the key to breaking the encirclement.

Of course, the success rate was low, but still far better than their previous situation.

As for why not send more—it was because three hundred was the tribal limit.

"Go! Everything rests on you!"

The nobles gave final orders to their trusted knight lieutenants.

Boom! Boom!

Then, the three hundred cavalry charged out of the gap opened in the tribal army's encampment.

…

"My lord, aren't we heading to the main army's encampment? Won't the noble forces be wiped out by the tribal army?" In the darkness, the Storm Legion marched on.

The rear guard had been disbanded immediately after leaving the camp.

Migen and the other knights were puzzled: why had Gervas bound the heirs only to idle in this wasteland?

Wasn't the plan to save the main army?

If we don't move now, we'll only find their corpses.

"As long as the tribal chieftains care about their heirs, they won't destroy the noble army!"

"Conversely, if the noble army is truly wiped out, it means the chieftains don't care about their heirs—so by not entering the camp now, we've avoided walking into the trap!"

"My lord is brilliant!" Gervas's explanation left his subordinates awestruck.

Of course, Gervas hadn't rushed to the main camp because he first needed to rescue two groups.

"My lord, look over there—it looks like a battle is raging!"

At that moment, Lei Meng suddenly pointed toward a distant valley.

The valley was filled with dense torches and echoed with shouts of battle.

Gervas knew—that was one of the groups he needed to save: the encircled Violet Army.

"Let's go see!"

…

"Damn Viscount Beckert! He abandoned us at this critical moment—how despicable! My lord, we're surrounded!"

Meanwhile, a mile ahead in the valley.

The Violet Army now numbered fewer than six hundred—over four hundred had been lost in just one night.

Yet, even this loss wasn't the worst; they were likely to be slaughtered entirely in this valley by the tribal forces.

The Viscount Beckert cursed by Mien was none other than the Viscount Beckert, Gervas's neighbor.

Earlier, when the tribal army deliberately opened a gap, the Violet family's forces had miraculously broken out.

Many other noble factions had also escaped successfully at that time.

Viscount Beckert was among them. Seeing the Violet family's strength far exceeded that of other baronial houses, he had voluntarily approached and proposed joining forces to retreat together.

With life and death at stake and unaware of Beckert's vile character, the Violet family naturally agreed.

Soon after, a temporary alliance was formed.

Their march had proceeded smoothly, with no major enemy pursuit.

But twenty minutes later, a tribal force of over a thousand suddenly emerged ahead.

At that moment, Viscount Beckert abruptly led his men away during the battle.

The Violet family's army, still engaged with the enemy, was caught off guard and left alone to face the thousand-strong tribal force.

Under such circumstances, the Violet Army could not hold—they retreated again and again until they were driven into this valley.

Though this avoided being attacked from three sides,

it also cut off their own escape route.

Thus, Katharine, Mien, and the other vassals knew: their chances of survival were slim.

"My lord, we will open a path for you—you must prepare to flee alone!"

After cursing Beckert, Mien suppressed his rage and finally began planning for Katharine's safety.

Katharine was the entirety of the Violet family—she must survive at all costs.

If she died, even if they had heirs, their right to inherit the lands could no longer be guaranteed.

Therefore, sacrificing themselves to let their liege flee was the most advantageous course.

"No, Mien—you flee yourselves! I'm tired. Let me die here with the army!"

Unexpectedly, Katharine made this suggestion outright.

"My lord, if you don't leave, we dare not go!"

Mien and the others were stunned—Katharine had refused to escape.

Yet, remembering how her mood had remained low since hearing of the left flank's disaster, Mien and the others began to suspect something.

"My lord, I believe Lord Gervas would want you to live. After all, if you abandon escape, you waste the effort he took to save you before!"

At these words, Katharine trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Mien pressed on, "My lord, prepare yourself—we're launching the breakout now. We'll hold the enemy with our forces!"

Without waiting for her reply, Mien raised his sword and charged, "All of you—for honor, follow me!"

"Kill!"

The Violet Army roared as Mien and several vassals, drenched in blood, surged forward.

Just as they believed they had opened a path for Katharine, they suddenly heard low, guttural roars from the enemy.

"Bloodline Power!"

Hummm! Hummm! Hummm!

Five tribal warriors, their bodies glowing with crimson bloodline markings, blocked the way ahead.

"Bloodline warriors? Five of them?" Mien and the two knight vassals turned ashen.

"Ha! You damned nobles—think you can escape? Dream on!"

The five tribal bloodline warriors laughed and counterattacked, forcing Mien and his men into steady retreat.

The hard-won opening was instantly sealed.

"You damned bastards!" Mien roared in fury, slashing wildly—but to no avail.

Seeing this, Katharine's face grew calm. "Perhaps… if I die, I'll see him again. That's not so bad."

Yet at that moment, a battle cry echoed from afar.

"Storm Warriors! Charge!"

"Kill!"