[{"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-392":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},2338855,4572,"Chapter 392","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-392",392,"\u003Cp>“My Lord Hou, a patrol squadron has arrived from the southeast, claiming they received our Austin family’s alert and wish to confirm the situation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell them the orcs have been crushed by the Austin family! I shall personally report to the Legion Commander!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, My Lord Hou!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his subordinate departed, Lord Austin’s gaze toward Adams grew even more tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Adams, such achievements today will surely summon you before the Legion Commander and the two Dukes. Go wash and change—you cannot appear before them covered in mud!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Father!” Adams nodded eagerly; to be summoned by the Northern Legion Commander and two Dukes was an extraordinary honor among young men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, father and son returned to the main camp outside Redstone City, where the defenses were clearly heightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least half as many guards stood watch as before Adams had left the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Austin, you’ve returned—the Commander and the two Dukes have been waiting for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Austin was unsurprised. “Adams, I’ll go report to the Legion Commander and the two Dukes first. Go wash up—don’t keep us waiting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About ten minutes later, Adams had washed and donned a brand-new set of armor, looking dashing and formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Lord Harry, thank you—for granting me this honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, Adams stepped out of the camp and headed toward the main encampment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn’t expected that soon after leaving, urgent hoofbeats rang out behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams initially paid no mind—until the riders passed his group by over ten meters, then turned back. That finally made him frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Adams narrowed his eyes: the rider galloping toward him was Wyatt and his crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wyatt’s glazed eyes suggested heavy drinking—he’d likely just left Redstone City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Isn’t this the waste, Adams? All dressed up—what are you planning? I bet you’re too scared to face the orcs!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not going to challenge some serf to a duel, are you? Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Wyatt’s mockery, the noble youths beside him burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams had intended to ignore Wyatt—he couldn’t give his father trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this humiliation? He couldn’t swallow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To challenge a serf to combat? That was as insulting as calling him less than a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew serfs could never cultivate battle qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did it mean for the heir to a Marquis to duel a serf?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant he was powerless and cowardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wyatt, whether I have ability or not is not for you to decide!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wyatt froze—he’d only meant to amuse himself with Adams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d expected to insult him briefly and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Adams’s reply left him with no face to save.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You dare talk back? And you say I don’t get to decide? Then let me test just how much ability you really have!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wyatt dismounted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was clever—he unbuckled his sword and handed it to his guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant pure brawling—Adams’s guards couldn’t interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if someone got hurt, it could be dismissed as a youthful quarrel; the families wouldn’t easily intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams understood Wyatt’s intent at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could either flee now—or grit his teeth and fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fleeing would make him a laughingstock forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fighting? He clearly couldn’t win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wyatt was already a true Silver Knight; Adams himself was still one step away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, waste Adams, don’t you dare run—if you do, I’ll beat you every time I see you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing such outrageous words, Adams suddenly remembered Lord Harry’s warning to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To grow, one must face hardship with fearless courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wyatt, I’m not afraid of you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams moved—he lunged forward with a sudden punch, striking Wyatt head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were only three or four meters apart; Wyatt never expected Adams to attack first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Adams was nearly upon him did he snap back to awareness, trying to dodge or block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a day of debauchery had left his limbs weak—even with overwhelming realm superiority, he was too slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams’s fist landed first on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wyatt grunted, stumbling backward several meters before barely regaining his footing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noble youths had expected to watch Wyatt bully Adams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one anticipated this reversal—they froze, laughter stuck on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Adams himself paused, stunned—he’d fully prepared to be beaten senseless!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little bastard, you ambushed me?” Dazed and humiliated, Wyatt realized he’d lost face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing firm, he glared at Adams, unleashing his Silver battle qi violently as he charged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams didn’t retreat—he ignited his own qi and met him head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, they clashed, muffled grunts echoing between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even as Adams fought with all his strength, he still took the worse of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Wyatt’s drunkenness had halved his combat power—so Adams could still fight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, though he absorbed more damage, Wyatt wasn’t unscathed either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their brawl quickly drew the attention of patrolling soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the guards dared not intervene—only rushed to report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the commotion grew, a powerful knight arrived on the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As commander of the Redstone Knights of the Northern Legion, Hops possessed Gold Knight strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two swift palm strikes, he blasted the two entangled figures apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he held back his force—the two youths staggered a few steps, then steadied themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With enemies looming, you brawl within the army and create chaos—do you know what crime this is? The lightest punishment is twenty lashes; the heaviest, the gallows!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hops despised these noble sons, especially those of high-ranking families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed their fathers into war, refused to learn combat, spent every day drunk and debauched, even disrupting camp order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he showed these two youths no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for retaliation? As the Northern Legion Commander’s most capable commander, he had no reason to fear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams recognized Hops—he dared not defy him after being thrown back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Adams, he seethed with hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the fiery pain on his face and shoulder, he snarled: “Adams, you’re dead! You dared provoke me—I’ll never let you live!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, Wyatt would finish his threat and swagger away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, things took an unexpected turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hops exclaimed in shock: “Adams? You’re Lord Austin’s eldest son, Adams?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1017,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e4e39f351cd9820cc4d4e69fff472de5003e446c0cdda150c785a4bd188914d2","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-393","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-391",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]