Roddy, who seemed to be carried away by desire, did not regain his composure at this time.

He glanced around, and began to pace around with some anxiety, and kept calling in the soldiers, repeating orders urging Sodrore to hurry up and prepare for the decisive battle. Just as Akasha came over at this time to ask who had just arrived, she was dragged into the tent by Roddy directly, pressed on the wooden table in the command room like a hungry ghost, and began to pull the hem of her robe while kissing.

Akasha was taken aback by his sudden move, in fact, whatever Roddy wanted, she would give unconditionally. But after being with Roddy for a long time, Akasha could detect any slight abnormalities in him - after being pressed on the table, she kept looking into Roddy's eyes, although the other party's face was full of urgency, but there were obvious other emotions in his eyes.

Just looking at each other twice, Akasha had a judgment, she pressed Roddy's big hand rubbing back and forth, and gasped: "Don't... Don't be here, even if there is a soundproof circle, it will be noticed by the people around you-"

"I can't wait..."

Roddy didn't seem to listen, but Akasha persuaded him twice before he reluctantly raised his head: "Then go... Go to the taverns in town!"

"Good..."

So the two of them left the command room full of flowers and plants, and after taking the carriage to the Lannistown Tavern half a kilometer away, Roddy, who closed the door in the bedroom, cast several spells in a row to isolate the sound and fluctuations, and then his expression changed, and he exhaled slowly: "Something is wrong with the situation, this time the trouble is a bit big..."

"What's going on?"

Akasha knew that she had guessed correctly, and Roddy was acting like that just now, obviously showing it to others. But who has the ability to spy on Roddy in the command room?

"Half an hour later, you go straight back to Donkel City, and use the contact circle to contact Sally there..."

Roddy didn't give any explanation, and Akasha understood what was at stake and asked no more.

After arranging this, Roddy sat in his armchair and drank several glasses of water before slowly calming down—not because of the green dragon lord's seductive body and breath, but because of the clues he had suddenly pieced together.

May 20th.

"Is Moore crazy!?How dare he do that?!"

Charles II, who slammed his fist into the handrail, couldn't help but stand up: "This kind of traitor should be dragged to the gallows immediately!

Because of his hoarseness, his face turned purple, and he looked as if he had been strangled by someone. But Charles II could only hear the hum of the council chamber at this moment, and received no feedback from the other ministers.

Everyone's faces were extremely gloomy, in fact, most nobles were self-aware, and knew that this kind of thing was really not something that anyone could command if they went up. Only Earl Moore proved himself with his achievements over the years - the news of the other party's defection at this time was an extremely heavy blow to the morale of the royal camp.

It took Charles II a long time to calm his breathing, and he felt his throat hurt terribly. The sudden defection of his most powerful subordinates is not only a question of loyalty or disloyalty of the other party, but also represents a wind direction to a large extent.

If it is said that the ability to judge the situation of the war, Count Moore said second, and Charles II himself did not dare to say first. This is a fact that has been proven by years of war, and there is no need to argue at all. Therefore, the choice of Count Moore often influenced the judgment of other nobles.

It's like following the trend when gambling, when you don't have the ability to judge, people tend to bet on the person who always wins.

It was only now that Charles II finally realized that his true position was far from as secure as he thought. After Moore surrendered allegiance to Ivta, the other four nobles around him renounced their resistance, so that all the territories west of the city of Layenne were directly incorporated into the territory of the other party, and the area under the control of Charles II was further reduced, now only a third of what it was a month ago...

"Now we have no choice, Du Verden, you continue to refine the logistics and transportation arrangements, the royal army has begun to assemble, and must start moving right away - God knows how the guys in Evta managed to get the army moved so quickly. These magicians never said they assisted the army in their transfers, a bunch of shit..."

His arrangement turned into chatter and self-talk, Charles II, who had not been able to sleep at all in recent days, was obviously in a bad mental state, his eyes were red, and he realized that he was arranging a battle plan in the council chamber after talking for a long time, so he waved his hand with his spirit: " Enrique City's wall clearance must be completed within three days, our current message delivery is too slow, Viscount Bruce, you go and find a way to solve this problem, Ivta's army coordination ability has far surpassed ours, I don't understand why such a thing would happen when there are more magicians than them!"

Viscount Bruce replied with a bitter face, and Charles II talked to Duvedon for a long time, and the result was basically repeating the previous words.

But the ministers in the chamber, you look at me, I look at you, no one can come forward to remind Charles II - you must know that this monarch has never behaved like this before, obviously... He panicked.

Half an hour later, the regular meeting ended, the nobles trotted to carry out the sovereign's orders, and the tired Charles II returned to his study with the help of his maids.

Every time he comes back these days, he can feel that his body is aging at an accelerated rate. The feeling of being in control was gone, and when the enemy came to his house, he realized that he didn't have a few cards to play...

The sand table in front of him had been placed many times by him, for Charles II now found himself unaware of how many soldiers he had left in battle.

Now there are only eight great nobles who can gather around them, and they can only pull up a team of about a thousand people in a hurry, and the total number may only be more than six thousand. The royal family itself had more standing armies than the other nobles, with 2,000 infantry and 300 well-equipped elite cavalry. Under the urgent conscription and arming, more than two hundred knights can be pulled out near the imperial city. According to preliminary estimates, counting the cavalry and retinues brought by the knights themselves, there were about 1,000 cavalry and 4,000 infantry under Charles II's own command.

If you add this number to the troops of the eight nobles, the number of combat units alone must be stronger than that of Evta. But this is only a "theoretical value", because he cannot guarantee how many soldiers will actually be around him when the war breaks out...

The enemy can advance more than 300 kilometers in a week, and even fight and occupy it without delay, maybe tomorrow the other side will hit Enrique City?

In order to ensure that the battle was under his control, he finally decided to go to the battlefield himself - and according to the plan, tomorrow he would set out on the road to the city of Enrique, thirty kilometers to the north.

Stepping foot on the battlefield meant risking his life, and Charles II was not yet able to face his fears calmly, as he had hardly stepped outside the royal realm in his life. At this point, the only way to distract from this anxiety is to repeatedly play with the ornate sword, which has an unbalanced center of gravity and is only decorative.

However, after only two waves, the servant suddenly announced: "Your Majesty! Lord Queo is here..."

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps were heard outside the corridor, and Charles II rose from his chair, his original decadent expression swept away. He had barely taken two steps when Quee's tall figure stepped into the study.

The scorching aura was like a fireball coming in front of him, and Quevo's flamboyant personality made him never hide his elemental fluctuations in front of humans. Charles II himself was not strong, so there was inevitably a sense of suffocation in front of him.

"Why is your army so shitty?"

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(End of chapter)