Knight and Wand

Chapter 162 Disaster
The disaster brought by the war raged on the land of Mamore County, and the warm spring breeze could not blow away the chaos and clouds that shrouded the world.

There were endless numbers of famine-stricken victims, bandits and robbers who made the arduous journey, and ownerless mercenaries who rode on horseback to plunder, leaving behind corpses and seas of fire, and rode away with a grin on their faces.

The villages of the past were reduced to ruins, the farmlands became overgrown wastelands, and the corpses were gnawing away and turned into dry bones in the wilderness that no one cared about.

"If you don't know your destiny, you will suffer reincarnation"

Perhaps it was the influence of the body on the way of thinking. Looking at another settlement in front of her that was exactly the same desolate and dilapidated, the female poet sang softly as usual in her current identity.

She was accustomed to the disasters brought by war, but sometimes she would sigh when she saw this land still shrouded in endless ignorance and suffering the cycle of disasters in endless conflicts.

It also reminded her that she was still a human being.

Facts have proved to her time and again that only the destiny brought by His Majesty and the order of the empire can save everything in this world.

If the black flag of the empire had not taken down those ridiculous crowns one after another, and the iron hoofs of the legions had not sent the false kings into the dust of history, my hometown would probably still be repeating this meaningless suffering.
Riding a horse provided by some "kind-hearted" bandits, the poetess, wrapped in a thick cloak, slowly urged her horse into the abandoned village.

Although this image has been exposed and has brought her a lot of trouble along the way, in order to make the best use of it, she has no intention of abandoning this identity for the time being.

Besides, she was not one of those wizards from a real school who specialized in this field. To be honest, every complete transformation was a torture for her.

The poet's extraordinary memory allowed her to determine without a map that the village in front of her was one of the information transmission nodes. Soon, according to the rules of the Dark Claws, she dismounted and found the information left by the "offline" underground in the corner of the ruins.

Also an indigenous spy.

The frontline leader of the Thorn Flower Territory had a good idea to form a secret cult, but it was stupid to use the precious materials supplied by the empire as a means of making money. When Rotty told her that the black market in Dragonmaw City was filled with the soothing incense shipped from Kossos County, she was so angry that she couldn't help laughing.

The personnel trained in Mamor County are much more reliable than the trash in Farolis City.

Hidden, low-key and silent.

This is of course true. If the Flores and Norse people who constantly attack the imperial fleet are not counted, the Kingdom of Kantadar under our feet is, after all, the first country that the empire has officially started to deal with in the western continent. With enough time and ample funds, it is natural to train professional personnel.

In comparison, the Empire's power in the Kingdom of Orland is very stretched.

One can only hope that the shortage of manpower and funds in the North can be changed as soon as possible due to the unexpected turmoil of the Eastern Expedition Party.

In her opinion, Kantadar was sufficient to serve as a future hindrance and base of operations, and its importance was far less than that of Orland in the north.

Investigations and assessments over the years have shown that the Northern Kingdom’s war potential is far greater than that of the Southern Kingdom, and if something is not done about that powerful kingdom soon, they will definitely become a serious obstacle to future westward expansion.

The poet clenched the cloth and the flame in her palm burned it to ashes.

Wait for the black ash in front of you to drift away with the wind.

She turned her head and looked towards the young man who carefully walked out from behind the ruins, following the noise that had just been heard.

A dusty boy stared blankly over here.

To be precise, it is the bag behind the horse.

The hungry-looking young man turned his head, swallowed, and begged the poetess hoarsely.

(Uriah) "Please, ma'am, do you have any extra food?" He dared to come out only because he intuitively felt that the beautiful lady did not look as dangerous as the robber.

The poetess did not answer, but just patted the ashes on her hands, turned around, mounted the horse, pulled the reins and continued to walk out of the village.

The hungry boy sat back in the ruins in disappointment, confusion and numbness enveloping him.

~Tang! A short blade trembled and suddenly stabbed into the wooden wall next to the boy's head.

"Well!!"

The boy screamed in fright at the dagger that flew at him without any warning, but was also puzzled by this familiar scene.

With a clear and pleasant metallic sound, a bright yellow gold coin popped out from the poetess's hand, fell in front of the boy, and spun twice.

"There is a town in the direction of sunset. These two things can save you, but they can also kill you." The poetess said to the child calmly, "If you don't want to suffer anymore, you might as well cut your throat and put an end to it all. The gold coin is a bribe for you to cross the bridge with the Hellhound."

The knife was not hers, and the money was not hers either. It was just a casual act, and the poetess did not care about the final outcome.

Continuing to ride forward, she could hear the childish voices of gratitude in the distance behind her.

".Thank you! Thank you! I will definitely survive!"

There are many people who love her, and even more who hate her, but there are indeed few who thank her.
We walked along the tributaries of the Rushina River that meander southward and finally left Mamor County and arrived at the eastern border of the Kingdom of Kantadar.

After going deep into the landmark forest described in the intelligence, the poetess quickly found the camp where the offline person was located.

This is simple, because a woman traveling alone on a mountain trail is like a firefly in the night and it is impossible for her to be ignored by the bandits.

So after spending a little time to discipline the overeager bandits, she met up with the spy in charge of the area.

The mercenary leader who became the spy of the bandit leader knelt in the tent and bowed his head respectfully: "Master Baishou, you are finally here. More than a dozen of my men have escaped in the past few days. If it takes a little longer, I will not be able to stop the rest from escaping."

"What happened in the east? When did the spies who followed the army to Serian lose contact with you?" asked the poetess.

"The contact was cut off one hundred and sixty days ago, shortly after we received the report from the front that the noble lords helped King Avilut to break through the city of Rolandar." The spy shook his head helplessly: "A few days after the city was broken, the news that should have been sent was delayed. I immediately sent people to the Holy Land City of the Holy Sun Church to investigate the situation, and the result was as described in the letter to you.

Rolandar is no longer accessible. All those who tried to enter the city never returned. The city shrouded in mysterious power not only swallowed up a large number of the troops of Kantadar and Uriah overnight, but this terrible phenomenon is still expanding and its scope is slowly getting larger! "

He shuddered as he spoke, “My men heard from the wizard Uriah who escaped the disaster in the rear army that Rolandar had somehow turned into a cursed land that was expanding.

The Kantardars refused to believe in evil and sent warriors to try several times, but in the end they had to evacuate from the vicinity of Rolandar. Before I left their military camp, I even got news from an insider that King Aviut might have been trapped in that evil city on the same day as the lords from the empire."

Cursed land, a spiritual land?

How could a large-scale spiritual field suddenly form? And how could it expand in scope? It was totally unheard of.

Moreover, even if it is a spiritual field, with so many powerful mages here, they should not be trapped in it and unable to get out.

Unless, unless, this kind of spiritual field was caused by themselves after they were attacked by the spiritual world.
But how could those mages who had lived for hundreds of years let the spiritual power they possessed get out of control like a reckless apprentice?

The poetess frowned. Although she had some knowledge of magic, as an imperial shadow claw, she was mostly interested in the application of magic. Overly in-depth theories were beyond her professional scope.
(End of this chapter)