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Chapter 622 - 625. Something big happened · Oct 08, 2026

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601 Chapter 601 - 604. Lann of Sintra 2026-10-08
602 Chapter 602 - 605. I do not admit it 2026-10-08
603 Chapter 603 - 606. Keep up 2026-10-08
604 Chapter 604 - 607. Terrain 2026-10-08
605 Chapter 605 - 608. Entering Ring Mountain 2026-10-08
606 Chapter 606 - 609. Deflagration, mead 2026-10-08
607 Chapter 607 - 610. Massacre 2026-10-08
608 Chapter 608 - 611. A man without guts 2026-10-08
609 Chapter 609 - 612. Reckless Man 2026-10-08
610 Chapter 610 - 613. Yixin 2026-10-08
611 Chapter 611 - 614. Come, kill me! 2026-10-08
612 Chapter 612 - 615. Don’t leave after the show ends 2026-10-08
613 Chapter 613 - 616. Collapse 2026-10-08
614 Chapter 614 - 617. Camp Whistle 2026-10-08
615 Chapter 615 - 618. As Expected 2026-10-08
616 Chapter 616 - 619. Guide 2026-10-08
617 Chapter 617 - 620. ’Low Temperature Slow Cooking 2026-10-08
618 Chapter 618 - 621. Total annihilation 2026-10-08
619 Chapter 619 - 622. Thank you 2026-10-08
620 Chapter 620 - 623. Scar 2026-10-08
621 Chapter 621 - 624. Leave 2026-10-08
622 Chapter 622 - 625. Something big happened 2026-10-08
623 Chapter 623 - 626.King 2026-10-08
624 Chapter 624 - 627. ’Civilized People 2026-10-08
625 Chapter 625 - 628. Twenty minutes 2026-10-08
626 Chapter 626 - 629. Only Swords and Knives 2026-10-08
627 Chapter 627 - 630.Ministry of Internal Affairs 2026-10-08
628 Chapter 628 - 631. Reverence 2026-10-08
629 Chapter 629 - 632. Experimental Combat 2026-10-08
630 Chapter 630 - 633. Cognitive Bias 2026-10-08
631 Chapter 631 - 634. Response 2026-10-08
632 Chapter 632 - 635. Approaching 2026-10-08
633 Chapter 633 - 636. Warlocks 2026-10-08
634 Chapter 634 - 637. Epoch-making War 2026-10-08
635 Chapter 635 - 638. Edge of Collapse 2026-10-08
636 Chapter 636 - 639. Insight 2026-10-08
637 Chapter 637 - 640. Disappeared 2026-10-08
638 Chapter 638 - 641. Advancement 2026-10-08
639 Chapter 639 - 642. Bad things? 2026-10-08
640 Chapter 640 - 643. Thread through, break in! 2026-10-08
641 Chapter 641 - 644. Tornado 2026-10-08
642 Chapter 642 - 645. Transmission 2026-10-08
643 Chapter 643 - 646. Must not fail! 2026-10-08
644 Chapter 644 - 647. The lower overthrows the higher 2026-10-08
645 Chapter 645 - 648. Instant 2026-10-08
646 Chapter 646 - 649. Powerlessness 2026-10-08
647 Chapter 647 - 650. Arrogant Troops 2026-10-08
648 Chapter 648 - 651. Encirclement and Extermination 2026-10-08
649 Chapter 649 - 652. Battle of Sodden Mountain 2026-10-08
650 Chapter 650 - 653. Madness 2026-10-08

”What is... that?”

A group of cavalry, usually high and mighty, was left dumbfounded as they approached the entrance to Ring Mountain.

The cavalry squad leader tugged at the saddle of the scribe behind him and asked in a wooden tone.

Carriage wreckage, he had seen plenty. He had seen many burned wrecks, had even burned many himself.

But the crux of the issue wasn’t just the wreckage of those carriages!

It was about how the wreckage was piled, and... the cloth strips blown onto the wreckage by the hot wind, left unburned.

They were very simple black cloth strips, seemingly blown apart after being scorched.

On those black strips, there was a faint pattern of several pale human skulls, neatly arranged.

”Nausicca Cavalry Squad’s... battle flag?!”

The scribe nearly squeezed these words out painfully from his throat.

Their first reaction—something terrible has happened!!!

The Nausicca Cavalry Squad, even among the various Niflgaard Legions, renowned for their long histories and honored traditions, were quite famous.

And now... the situation...

”Damn it!” The cavalry leader blurted out uncontrollably, immediately urging his horse forward rapidly towards the exit of Ring Mountain.

”Have those Nausicca Cavalry Squad members gone mad? How dare they venture into terrain like this!”

The squad leader’s face was frantic with urgency, as if his mother were trapped in a sea of flames.

”Scribe! Where is the scribe?! Get over here!”

”Here, sir! I’m here.”

The scribe’s helmet, loosened by his relaxed mood earlier, almost slipped off during the sudden acceleration.

Now he was pale-faced, adjusting his helmet while rushing over on horseback.

”Check the duty roster for me! See which Nausicca Cavalry Squads nearby are on duty, and find out how many are trapped!”

Upon receiving the order, the scribe didn’t bother wiping the cold sweat that broke out under his helmet and immediately fished out a duty roster from the saddlebag to check.

As he flipped through the pages, the three ten-man cavalry teams dared not breathe. The squad leader anxiously watched page after page being turned, murmuring constantly.

”At most, only fifty men? These elite cavalry, aside from large battles or serving great nobles, who would spare them?”

Finally, the scribe finished flipping through the roster, blinking repeatedly as he faced his superior.

”I found it, sir.”

Having seen something, the scribe’s speech stammered.

The leader, however, failed to notice, as humans subconsciously avoid unfavorable answers.

”Who’s on duty? Thirty? Or fifty men?”

The scribe’s response was still stammering: ”There’s a five hundred-man Nausicca Cavalry Squad deployment...”

”Don’t tell me these things that are obviously useless.” The cavalry leader impatiently waved, as did the surrounding cavalry waiting eagerly for news.

”Five hundred men? Five hundred can crush a thousand Northern People’s cavalry in a charge! Such a Nausicca Cavalry Squad’s scale can’t...”

”But, they’re gone, sir.”

The atmosphere suddenly turned deathly silent.

”What do you mean by... gone?”

The scribe was nearly in tears under his helmet: ”Only this cavalry squad was deployed nearby! No others!”

”The one who dispatched them was Duke Adal Epp Dasrcy, accompanied by a thousand Black Infantry Archers and two thousand regular infantry.”

The cavalry leader stared blankly at the giant black smoke column ahead, struggling to swallow.

”That’s equivalent to a mixed division...”

The flames in the mountain hollow were still scorching, with heat radiating outwards, causing a large circle of the terrain surrounding Ring Mountain to prematurely soften from the winter hardness.

And then, there was no further dialogue from the squad.

The squad immediately returned to camp, wanting to report their findings.

But upon returning, they discovered the camp had transformed from its orderly chaos into real pandemonium.

”Assemble! Emergency assembly!”

Noncommissioned officers barked like shepherd dogs, barking commands and cracking whips to herd their soldiers.

Employees, clutching baskets of documents and orders, rushed from tent to tent, without daring to pause.

The livestock vehicles responsible for transporting supplies and equipment further crowded the previously empty camp.

Soldiers hastily trying to assemble struggled past people and vehicles, as even the smell of dung seemed drenched in anxiety and chaos.

The din of armor and weaponry clashing, scraping, and jostling was maddeningly loud.

The situation didn’t resemble that of a victorious post-battle.

It reminded the cavalry squad leader of the suffocating, tense preparations before a major battle.

The scribe’s records and all paper documents were commandeered as soon as they entered the camp.

Thus, the cavalry squad wasn’t directly aware of the ripple effect their report might have caused.

They simply followed orders, returned to their tent for some rest.

But amidst the chaotic camp, news spread uncontrollably; even with no intention to hear, one could still find news piercing their ears.

”You know the temporary station we set up near the Sintra Border, don’t you?” Officers in groups walked past outside the tent.

They chatted while walking, occasionally sniffling, complaining about the damned Northern weather and savage lands.

”In one night, five hundred warhorses appeared there. As for whose reserve horses they are... Hmph, I don’t get it, can this even be kept secret?”

The cavalry sitting inside the tent, preparing to remove their armor, dared not breathe, even stalling their movements as if an invisible pause button was pressed.

Not until the officers’ shadows vanished from the tent canvas did they collectively exhale, slumping onto their bunks, exchanging silent glances.

They were cavalry themselves, well aware that in this region and at this time, only one unit could regard true warhorses as reserves, employing double horse configurations.

And not just one horse for battle, another as a packhorse, only one unit operates that way.

”And the numbers match up, right?”

The scribe suddenly murmured.

Immediately, the leader shot him a dagger-like glare.

”I didn’t hear anything, I don’t understand anything! Rest!”

The most experienced leader turned away, lying down, yet seemed to provide these young men with an opportunity to whisper their curiosity.

Hence, they whispered excitedly.

”Who could pull off something like this?”

”That’s a mixed division’s strength! An entire one!”

”Our sentries received no word, none whatsoever.”

”Ghosts? Demon Spirits? Those Northern People often talk about these, don’t they?”

”That’s superstition! Only the Great Sun reigns!”