I want to be the Grand Duke of the Abyss

Chapter 119

Outside the Wusuo Mountains, a military camp was stationed in the open space.

This is one of the few exits in the entire Wusuo Mountains, but if you want to cross the mountains to the Lion Heart Empire, you must pass through here.

In the tent in the center of the barracks, a blazing fire was burning in the furnace, keeping out the bone-chilling chill.

Legion Commander Leonhardt was quietly observing the map at the table, frowning in thought.

Suddenly, a general with his sword at the ready raised the curtain and walked in.

He looked at Leonhardt who was contemplating, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"Legion Commander, it's getting dark now, but the ghost team hasn't returned yet, I'm afraid..."

"It's okay."

Legion Commander Leonhardt responded in a deep voice without even raising his head.

"We just had the mentality of giving it a try. Although everyone is happy if we succeed, it's not a big deal if we fail. As long as we guard this exit, we don't have to worry about them flying away."

"Give me the order. Each scout team will rotate in three shifts. All manpower and horses must be fully prepared. Please strictly inspect all the trails at the exit of the mountain range for me. You are not allowed to stop for a moment. You must not make any mistakes!"

"Yes!"

The general beat his chest with his right hand, performed a simple military salute, turned and left.

All night.

Maybe it was because they saw Osiris' unparalleled strength, or maybe the tall and tireless figures at the door gave them a great sense of security.

Since hiding in the Wusuo Mountains, everyone in the cave had a solid and peaceful sleep for the first time.

After experiencing the fighting last night, everyone was full of respect for the mysterious strong man who was summoned by the ritual.

Not only does the opponent use a secret healing technique that can save lives and wounds, but he also has such a weird warrior, this kind of enemy.
It's everyone's nightmare.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, and the elites who died have successfully become the dust of history.

When they woke up the next day, the soldiers were noticeably more energetic than before.

Although everyone looked bad due to poor diet, the haggard feeling of being on tenterhooks for a long time and constantly wandering between life and death was greatly relieved.

Collins, the old swordsman, stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the heavy snow in the sky that was still missing, with a frown on his face.

Although they no longer have to worry about large-scale enemy attacks for a short time, they are running out of food.

Several soldiers with nimble hands and feet were manning the campfire.

Above the bonfire, a strange-shaped container was hung on a wooden frame, filled with melted snow water taken locally.The water was soaked in military rations made of unknown wild vegetables and grains. As the boiling water continued to roll up and down, it was stirred into a pot of sticky porridge.

Although the appearance was not good, the eyes of several people looking at the food still revealed a trace of expectation.

A soldier scooped out a greenish paste with a utensil and carried it steadily to Brooks.

Brooks took it with his hand and was about to blow on the steaming hot air, but suddenly remembered something and stood up with the container in hand.

He held the food in both hands and walked to the depths of the cave, only to see the mysterious figure still sitting on the ground, even his posture seemed to have not changed, like a statue.

"Lord Osiris, please have a meal."

Brooks suppressed his curiosity and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, the conditions are so simple, I can only give you a hard time first."

Osiris opened his eyes and looked at the paste that looked very much like orc excrement. He shook his head and refused: "Thank you for your kindness. I don't need to eat." As a high-level extraordinary creature with the biological bloodline, the energy from eating is very important to him. It can be ignored.

As a human soul, he would not mind enjoying some delicious food if he had it, but forget about this kind of nutritional supplement rich in minerals.

Seeing this, Brooks didn't give any more concessions. He walked aside with the container and started to enjoy it slowly.

He was originally accustomed to fine clothes and fine food, but now he actually enjoys eating coarse grains and chaff.

Suffering is the best teacher in life.

After eating the only meal of the day, Brooks and Collins sat together and began to discuss the next plan.

Now that the royal power of the Brooks family has been stolen, the country is full of the Marshal's minions, and the only loyal ministers and elders are afraid of the other party's army and power and dare not speak out publicly. He can only go to the Lionheart Empire to seek help.

His sister Miranda Brooks is the wife of the Emperor of the Lionheart Empire. As long as he can see her sister, he has a high probability of seeking support.

At the worst, you can also seek a fiefdom and wait for a comeback.

The monarchs of Shyamalan Continent have always supported the orthodoxy of royal power.

Supporting the orthodoxy of other countries is tantamount to consolidating one's own power orthodoxy.No monarch would want his descendants to be overthrown by man-made rebellion in the future.

Therefore, from a moral perspective, Brooks at least has something to look forward to.

Just relying on these alone is not enough.

Subverting a country is sometimes easy and sometimes difficult.

Whenever Brooks thought of the scene of his loved ones dying tragically in front of him, and the king's last words before his death, the resentment in his heart would ignite like a raging fire.

He glanced at the figure in the darkness again and clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made some kind of decision.

After another peaceful night, the blizzard finally stopped.

In the clear sky, a bright sun slowly rose from the horizon. The sunshine, which was warmer than the blue star, fell on the ground, giving a layer of red makeup to the silvery surface.

The guards packed their bags neatly, and under the leadership of old Collins, embraced Brooks and set off.

Osiris was dressed in black, standing together with Brooks, walking in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, making a crunching sound.

Collins has been marching and fighting for many years and has experienced hundreds of battles. He already knows the terrain of the Uso Mountains by heart.

According to his guess, the enemy must have set up a large army at the exit of the mountain range and waited.

Therefore, he originally planned to take Brooks in a large circle, out of the mountain from another direction, and then pass through one or two more provinces before entering the Lion Heart Empire.

But now there is a variable like Osiris.

Before leaving, he specifically emphasized the terrifying number of enemy troops to the other party, but what he received in exchange was a disdainful smile from the other party and bluntly told them to proceed as they pleased.

Collins and Brooks discussed it again and again and decided to play it safe and neither take the shortest route nor go too far around, but chose a small road out of the mountain.

After experiencing many battles, the only ones left around him now are all powerful swordsmen, and their physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, everyone walked quickly with light clothing.

But just when they were about to walk out of the Wusuo Mountains and saw the plains ahead, a small group of cavalry suddenly rushed out from the side.

"It's them!"

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(End of this chapter)