[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-354":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338817,4572,"Chapter 354","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-354",354,"\u003Cp>“Lord Gervas, what should we do now? The orcs are far more brutal than even the tribal savages!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather face the western savages than fight them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Lord Gervas, should we refuse to go to the North and head straight to Eagle City to file a complaint?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside Storm Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As dusk arrived, Gervas was visited by Mil and his neighbors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their sudden visit was naturally about the conscription order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think we shouldn’t even consider refusing to go to the North, because this conscription order is clearly targeted at us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you fail to arrive in the North on time, you’ll be playing right into the schemer’s hands!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Targeted? But my lord Gervas, we’ve never offended anyone! Who is it? And why target us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! We’re just minor border nobles, always minding our own business, never daring to offend anyone—who could be so cruel as to send us to die in the North!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Gervas’s reassurance, the minor nobles grew even more panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had also sensed something was off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, conscripting nobles who had already served this year’s call was rare—extremely rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was suspiciously precise: nearly all of them were people who knew each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So once Gervas spelled it out, they no longer doubted—they immediately accepted they had been manipulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was, they simply couldn’t figure out who they had offended!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lords, according to what I know, the one manipulating us is Minister Vellard of Eagle City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Minister Vellard? This… could it be because of our testimony before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! That was Farion the Count’s own crime—he broke royal law, and we, the victims, merely told the truth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! For this, he wants us all dead! That bastard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Vellard’s name, the nobles instantly believed Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Vellard indeed had motive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Farion’s death had been sealed by their testimony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his indignant neighbors, Gervas’s expression grew strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to tell them that, originally, Mithos had deliberately concealed their identities as witnesses to protect them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Farion had been so universally despised that nearly every noble had cheered his death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Vellard had only learned that Gervas was the main “killer” of his son—he had no idea who else had testified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But knowing how much more miserable they’d feel if he told them, he decided not to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lords, now you know the truth. You must still file your complaint, but this campaign is unavoidable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With Vellard deliberately obstructing us, your complaint won’t be heard until after the campaign ends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we refuse conscription before then, we’ll be made examples of and executed by martial law!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Lord Gervas, this northern campaign is so dangerous—if we die, how can we file our complaint?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True! Lord Gervas, we’re not being pessimistic, but the northern campaign is brutal—reports say at least forty to sixty percent of those sent there die under orc blades!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In past years, due to unrest in the south, we border nobles were lucky—but any noble from the interior who’s fought in the north fears it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! If we die in such a deadly battle, even if we could complain afterward, what good would it do?” Mil and the others felt trapped and terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So my lords, you must all survive and return!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only if we live can we make Vellard pay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The North is dangerous, but we’ve formed an alliance—we’ll stand together, help each other, and our survival rate will be far higher than normal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, I have a flying beast and two hundred cavalry—we can warn of danger early and bring formidable combat power. Do you think this reduces the risk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles paused, eyes wide. “Lord Gervas, you’re bringing your Swiftwing and cavalry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. These elite troops exist to win battles. Don’t worry—by working together, we’ll return safely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mil and the others’ eyes lit up—they finally saw a glimmer of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Gervas, we’re counting on you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lords, we count on each other,” Gervas smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the minor nobles were weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more men meant more strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uniting them would increase his own chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the nobles departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This conscription was more urgent than the last western tribal invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The western tribes were weak—even if the suppression failed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the loss would be limited to part of the western region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those tribes could never threaten the kingdom’s foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the North was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orc race’s strength was nothing like the tribes’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had their environment not been so harsh and their metallurgy and farming so primitive, they might surpass humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if the orcs found an opening, they could surge straight through—the consequences would be catastrophic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the conscription order gave nobles only half a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This journey was even longer than the last one to the west—half a month was already extremely tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the roads not been so well-developed, Gervas doubted they’d ever make it in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the night, a figure appeared beneath Storm Castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Freya and the tribesmen who had tried to ambush Gervas, this figure approached the castle, then vanished into the woods, silently observing the defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this figure was far swifter than Freya’s group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside the trees, she leapt lightly, darting between branches without ever touching the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim forest became her playground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! This is it!” Akali slowly opened her eyes, withdrawing from her perception, her beautiful gaze fixed on the castle ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had confirmed—the natural aura she sensed lay within the human castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, she leapt from the trees and reached the steep cliff face beside the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drop of over forty meters—nearly vertical. To others, it was an impassable chasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Akali, it blocked nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out a short blade, biting it between her teeth, then began climbing barehanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With hands and feet working in unison, she scaled the cliff swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any protrusion, crack, or ledge became her foothold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, since the castle relied on this cliff as its primary defense, it wasn’t so easily scaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the top, the cliff curved inward slightly, forming a reverse-sloped overhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding rock had been meticulously carved—no good handholds remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Akali had already planned her move. She bent low, then exploded upward with all four limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her leap soared over three meters high, clearing the reverse-sloped overhang entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it wasn’t enough to reach the cliff’s summit—another three to four meters remained above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Akali stood at the brink of life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she failed to grip the next hold, she would plunge thirty meters down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still airborne, she gripped the dagger in her mouth and thrust it violently into the cliff face.\u003C\u002Fp>",1116,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1a540ae891a7e743144e2330d9acb7c6ef20f44260160108b0036e9a890ee527","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-355","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-353",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]