The sword-wielding hermits from the Legislature do not go deep into every household in these villages or towns, they have limited manpower and extremely tight schedules.

All they had to do was use the expensive secret equipment distributed by the Commission to check the target path with maximum efficiency and eliminate potential threats.

Along the way, they have managed to clear out a total of six strongholds left behind by the Black Sun Order, as well as three dangerous ritual grounds hidden in villages or important areas, and for this, this special team of five sword-wielding hermits and twenty spellcasters has paid a heavy price.

Now, each of the five sword-wielders was wounded, and the twenty spellcasters with extensive battlefield experience were left with fourteen.

There are many such squads.

They were like sharp blades, moving at a steady rate towards the true line of defense of the Black Sun Society, and behind these forerunners were a slightly different team.

"Click...... Click. ”

The metal flagpole was erected with difficulty, and an unfamiliar special flag fluttered as a cold wind blew.

The villagers, who had been hiding in their houses to spy on the sword-wielding hermits, looked at the soldiers with a more cautious eye.

Their uniforms were a bit old, and some villagers who had been in the army found that their clothes had been remodeled from the old military uniforms of the countries such as Wattle and Deland, and the national logo on the original uniforms had been removed, replaced by more utilitarian structures, and the only decorations were the patterns and insignia on the chests of their hats, cloaks, and clothing.

"Is this the army of any principality? I've never seen this pattern before, it's gears, it's hammers and guns...... There are even books, which are very quirky. ”

"Regardless of where they came from, it's best not to stay with us for long...... Go, go, get the crystallization out, if these guys dare to grab something, we'll fight them! ”

In one of the houses, an elderly couple was whispering.

However, the old woman refused to carry out her husband's orders, and she shook her head and said, "With your broken spear, it will be difficult to beat a bear, you see, there are mages among these soldiers, and the weapons they use are all those new things, don't send them to death!" ”

As we were talking, many of the soldiers lined up in a neat line had already stepped out, carrying weapons on their backs and walking slowly towards the surrounding houses.

At this time, the villagers, who had lived in the Isa River valley for generations, were surprised to find that they were all young northern faces, whose hair color, eye color, and facial features indicated that they were either from St. Steele or had strong northern roots.

And when the young soldiers spoke, the villagers were even more surprised.

Most of the people they speak are dialects of the Isa River valley, or lingua franca with a strong local accent.

Along the way, the young people of the Dawn Society had accumulated a lot of experience, and they followed the previous method, under the protection of the protective ritual, carefully came to the houses where the people were hiding, and boldly put down the guns and weapons in their hands.

After showing that they had no hostile intentions, they began to state their origins to the local villagers, as well as the specific goals of the Dawn Society's troops.

"Grandpa, you can trust us, we will never take anything from you, whether it is weapons or food, you can keep it for yourself...... We just need some places to be stationed. ”

As locals, these young people were very familiar with the mentality and thoughts of the local villagers, and they did not repeat the previous words many times or go to great lengths to explain, but after introducing the basics, they began to show their impatience and contempt as Mr. Darswell had commanded.

This contempt is not directed at the local population, but at what they currently possess — weapons, stockpiles, livestock and, possibly, the few scarce assets they have.

Some of them deliberately raised their voices and loudly expressed their disdain for the villagers' goods, which naturally attracted the officers in the distance.

Inevitably, these young and vigorous soldiers were harshly reprimanded by the officers, who were mostly punished on the spot, and the strict officers demanded that they pay the price for their rudeness.

They were asked to mend their houses, level the ground, and bring water and hay for the offended villagers, and jerkily feed the emaciated livestock.

In this subtle and peculiar atmosphere, the army called itself the "Dawn Society" settled down in the village for a while, and the promises they had made seemed to work indeed, and not a single one offended the inhabitants of the place, nor did anyone trespass into their houses or courtyards, not even the unoccupied rooms, they preferred to stay in their marching tents.

At last, the old women, fed up with the clumsy movements of the young lads in feeding their cattle, boldly left the house, took the water and hay from the hands of the soldiers, and quickly finished the work, and the young faces who had spoken before seemed to have learned their lesson.

With red faces, they persevered through these "embarrassing" tasks, said sorry with difficulty, and then returned to their ranks to enjoy a meal with their comrades.

The smell wafting in the wind seemed to confirm what the soldiers had said before—they only looked a little old in their uniforms, but in fact, their food rations and weapons were very good, and their military discipline was very strict, at least more professional than the armies of some unknown minor principalities.

In fact, there is nothing special about the daily ration of the Dawn Society, and it can even be called a little rough, in the end, it is just some hard bread, vegetables and meat that are dried by magic, and a small amount of canned food and drink powder.

However, the Dawn Society has absorbed a lot of valuable experience from the army rationing of the Waters Kingdom and the Deland Kingdom.

Before leaving, the personnel of the Dawn Society, who were in charge of logistics, specially followed Mayer's suggestion to "ask" a batch of not very popular highland candies from the Wattle military, the most typical of which was the kind of "goblin teether" that Meyer had frequently "enjoyed" when he had followed the Fifth Chasseur Regiment before.

As a scholar with extensive experience as a physician, Meyer believed that this kind of cheap candy, which no one would touch on a normal day, must be able to provide considerable help to the military in cold conditions.

In addition, the Dawn Society also took advantage of this time to act as an "advance team" to buy a large number of Teland tea unique to the plains from the Kingdom of Deland at a low price, the quality is naturally not high, but these air-dried petals are very easy to carry, even if the taste and texture are average, but in winter, as long as a little hot water is added, it is enough to bring multiple comforts to the soldiers.

There are many, many more cases like this.

These bits and pieces of detail may not seem as important as the number of weapons, vehicles, and spellcasters, but when they come together, they have an amazing effect, and with these preparations, the Dawn Order troops who have successfully crossed the Isa River show a very impressive appearance.

Even the Wattle military, who knew something about the "Saint-Steele Foreign Miners' Corps", was puzzled by this.

Although the Dawn Society itself is amazing enough, Walter, who claims to be an "old military power", doesn't want to believe that someone can build a non-influential foreign army into such a shape in a short period of time, not to mention, they have even expanded their personnel!

At one time and again, they could only attribute this terrible potential to the strong feelings of the people of Saint-Steele for their homeland.

Their judgment was not wrong.

This is indeed one of the very important factors, and those who have been away from their homeland for a long time are now burning like a torch.

Hostility to the Black Sun Society, disgust for the royal family of Saint-Steele, and nostalgia for that cold and beautiful land merge together, and they desperately want to use their power, the weapons in their hands, to free their suffering compatriots and free them from the Black Sun and the fallen royal family for good.

……

Early in the morning, Cyanobacteria Harbor.

A special mixed fleet is anchored here, and they are ready to go.

The fleet is made up of elite capital ships from several coastal principalities, including the Duchy of Boult, and most of these ships are large armored ships that have been improved and equipped with many new equipment and weapons of "weak magic".

The "Dawn Goddess", which belongs to the Dawn Society, is also among them.

Next to it, there is another large armored ship, which is slightly smaller than the "Goddess of Dawn", but its appearance can be called "beautiful", which is the most important "trophy" obtained by the Dawn Society after successfully clearing out the Black Sun Association forces around the Duchy of Boult.

In order to be able to take this ship into their own hands, the Dawn Society also spent a considerable amount of money.

Fortunately, at this time of scarcity of funds, the Dawn Society received the support of several plains dwarven clans, and in gratitude for the help extended by Shug Ernst to the Dwarven Mission aboard the Windless, the Dwarven Clan finally made up their minds to fund the new organization of the Dawn Society "to a certain extent".

Two veteran master weapon craftsmen, more than two dozen professional and dwarven war technicians, and a batch of "new gadgets" transformed from old shipborne weapons made Dawn Society's second large ship gain combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

It was named the "Listening" and operated together as a sister ship to the "Dawning Goddess".

In this way, under the protection of more small frigates, this large fleet composed of many forces officially departed the port, and they will go along the southern route, resupply in ports such as Emerald Harbor, and finally arrive at the "Silent Bay" outside the Kingdom of Hyne, which is the area most likely to become the next area where the Black Sun Association opens up a naval battle front, and the Hayne fleet has now entered a state of full combat readiness.

On the other hand, the combined fleet of the Kingdom of Deresa and Merlinle will set off directly from the cold bay of Merlinle, and their target will be directly aimed at the bay of St. Stille north of Overwatch, and when the battle on land begins, this fleet will also attack its own target, as long as it can successfully control these important northern ports, then the coalition will have the ability to import more troops into the hinterland of the Kingdom of St. Steele.

On a Legal-Law ship, Meyer stood quietly by the window, and he saw that the docks in Merlinle and were crowded with people, all of whom were local residents, including refugees who had fled there.

They were shouting, waving, waving banners and flags, or kneeling on the cold ground in prayer.

Sally came to the cabin with the documents she had just sorted out, and she whispered to Meyer, "Teacher, I see that many of the teachers of the Law Committee are crying......

"Well, I saw that too."

Meyer responded, he picked up his water glass, took a sip of the hot tea inside, and asked casually, "Sally, what do you think is the reason for their crying?" ”

"Certainly not because of fear...... They're actually very brave and powerful, so I guess it has something to do with these residents, right? Because there are their families inside? ”

"Not accurate."

Meyer smiled and put down his glass, he pointed out the window: "Well, let's see what is written on those banners......"

So Sally leaned over curiously, squinted in the direction of the docks, and then pronounced the words: "May the warriors of Van En prevail, and may our relatives return." ”

"It's not because their loved ones are seeing them off, it's those who are seeing them off, giving them the title of loved ones."

Mayer sighed, "I don't think these mages who have been living in Merinle and the inner city in the past would have thought that one day they would get such a title from the ordinary people who should only fear themselves, right?" ”

Listening to her teacher's words, Sally looked at the dock in the distance.

She remembered that when she set off with the party, the same was true of the refugees from the city of Salem, who had been resettled in the Duchy of Boult.

The ship shook for a moment, and then a loud whistle accompanied by the fluctuation of magical steam pierced into the air, a signal for the fleet's departure, and another declaration of war on the black sun by Vann after crossing a long time scale.

In the distance, a large expanse of psychedelic color drifting with the current gently vibrated twice, and they ended their observation and sank silently into the depths of the ocean.

(End of chapter)