After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

With the battle decided, ignoring the demon cavalry who were slinking away along the same route, Jenny didn't bother to rest. She quickly raised her hand and released several beams of light of varying lengths towards the sky.

She summoned a messenger, calmed her breathing, and ordered, "Immediately arrange for the battlefield to be cleaned up, and then send the wounded and fallen brothers back to Starfall City. Also, notify Count Camaro to send out the veterans to be ready to assist the Duke's evacuation at any time."

"yes!"

The messenger galloped to his horse. The battle was still raging. The demons and the northern army were bound by a blood feud, and there was no option for either side to surrender.

Once one side is surrounded, what awaits them is the most brutal battle in the world.

Leaving the rest to the knights, Jenny sat on the collapsed carriage, staring blankly at the knights' unclosed corpses on the ground. After a long while, she looked wistfully at the two plumes of dust in the distance.

I wonder if His Highness the Duke has received her signal...

Upon learning that Jenny and the heavily armored knights had defeated the demon reinforcements, Oswald was greatly encouraged. Excellent! This achievement alone made their trip well worth the effort.

After chasing into the woods, both sides slowed down, and every now and then, lone demon soldiers would wander into their field of vision.

With a single sword stroke, Thorne, as the vanguard, severed the demon's head. He was eager to perform, knowing that his mission was to defeat the demons, so he had to work harder than the other soldiers.

Little did she know that every scream of agony from his sword was a drop of blood dripping from the demon princess's heart. Her carefully trained personal guards had already suffered nearly half their losses.

"let me!"

Hearing another commotion in the woods, Thorne charged out first, swiftly thrusting his sword into the bushes and prying up a... goblin?

"Stop advancing!"

The astute Oswald immediately ordered the recall of Thorne, who had become estranged from them.

Goblins are different from other troops. As the saying goes, when you see your first goblin, the area you are in is likely to be full of goblins.

This type of soldier, which is far from being elite, is small in stature and has poor combat capabilities; however, their reproductive capacity is comparable to that of cockroaches.

Players who choose the Demon Kingdom faction are advised to consider using a mass troop strategy in the early game to push through the opponent's base before the opponent can develop their strength.

"Continuing to pursue them will only put us in danger. Retreat and return to Starfall City."

Staring into the dense jungle ahead, Oswald instinctively sensed danger and quickly led his soldiers back the way they came.

Unfortunately, he was unable to vent his anger, but compared to the lives of the soldiers, these things were insignificant.

Just make your stance clear, so that the demons don't focus on fighting and instead spend their time thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

They probably think they're so smart.

In the past, some countries would attack whenever someone wanted to, and agree to negotiate whenever someone wanted to. There was no such logic to it!

After withdrawing from the woods, the two teams quickly regrouped, and the veteran troops arrived in time to provide support. Only then did the hordes of goblins appear at the edge of the woods, but they dared not launch an attack rashly.

The intelligence was clearly wrong; the enemy force numbered far more than a thousand, clearly over six thousand! After weighing the pros and cons, they silently watched the human soldiers leave the demon territory.

With over six hundred captured warhorses, there was no difference between human and demon warhorses. Not to mention horses, there wasn't even reproductive isolation between humans and demons. It was unknown whether the goddess did it intentionally or accidentally when creating the race.

When Oswald and his men returned to Starfall City, they were immediately greeted with loud cheers from the city's guards.

In response, Oswald could only offer them a helpless reminder.

"Don't let small victories go to your head. Be prepared. I estimate that in a few days, the demons will send a large army to attack the city."

As the defender, with Starfall City's defenses nearly complete, Oswald naturally hoped the demons would come more often.

Firstly, it was to deplete the demon race's manpower; secondly, it was to see if they could force out more of the demon race's trump cards.

My trump card... There are so many gods in this world, how unfortunate that I have a system, and a system that never comes home.

It's said that the group of transmigrators next door, each with their own system, are embarking on a hidden battle royale scenario. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it absolutely has to be at the forefront to watch the drama unfold.

Oswald had nothing to say about this.

Sigh, what grudge could there be? Could it be that the trend of time travel has changed again? I remember when I first time traveled here, the casual farming style was all the rage.

Is there really that much hostility around us these days?

With his back against the city wall, sitting on a crate filled with supplies, Oswald lit his pipe and watched the busy soldiers. Only then did he notice Jenny, who was also sitting on a crate not far away, holding a bottle of liquor.

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Both of them looked rather disheveled. Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Jenny blushed and quickly lowered her head.

Silently averting his gaze, Oswald exhaled a puff of smoke and looked up at the sky. In his previous life, as the number of fallen soldiers increased, Jane's alcoholism also worsened.

She was both their comrade-in-arms and their doctor. Under such dual psychological pressure, it would be difficult to persevere without numbing herself.

War changes many things. Sometimes a short year can feel longer than a lifetime. Everyone's heart gradually ages in the midst of war.

Especially when pain fills memories, forgetting becomes a luxury.

"Drink less."

Oswald spoke softly, understanding that many things were beyond his control.

Perhaps Eleanor was more insightful than him, or perhaps Eleanor wanted to leave them with more joyful memories; she was always the most lively one at their drinking parties.

Oswald said those words simply out of his own conscience.

"Do you know, Your Grace?" Jenny took out a glass, poured the bright red liquid into it, and said with her eyes lowered, "There are far more ways to get someone drunk than just drinking alcohol."

"Anesthetics are more harmful to the body. Do you know that sometimes you're more like a witch than a nun?" Oswald said seriously. He couldn't let Jenny start this bad trend.

Jenny picked up her glass, sighed softly, and then smiled. "I do have a witch's outfit, but since adults talk so irritatingly, I don't plan to wear it for you."

"It's alright, I saw it in my previous life." Oswald turned his head, met Jenny's questioning gaze, and gave her a bright smile.

Not wanting to deal with Oswald anymore, Jenny held her wine glass and sipped her wine slowly.

The two were not embarrassed by the silence; perhaps it was hard to imagine a duke and a saint sitting here smoking and drinking. It took Kindrum a long time to finally find their duke.

Kindem was very excited. All of the more than 1,000 dwarf slaves brought by the demons had safely entered Starfall City, and the dwarf population living in the Northern Territory had doubled in size!

However, the matter was of great importance, and he needed the Duke's approval first.

"We'd like them to live with us. Do you have any other options?"

After listening to Kindrum's long explanation, Oswald slowly exhaled a smoke ring and then gently tapped Kindrum's large head.

"Are you planning to just take them away?"

Upon hearing this, Kindem's expression changed drastically, only to hear Oswald let out a helpless sigh.

"With so many dwarves, how can you possibly feed them with your meager supplies? Here's what I'll do: I'll write an order for you to go to Broadvalley and find Rondo, and have him prepare all the supplies you need."

Stroking Kindem's fluffy head, he felt that Kindem was still the bewildered Oswald, and he really didn't know what to say.

"You are now the representative of the dwarves, and you must learn how to be a proper leader, understand?"

Kindem nodded, patting his chest heavily, and said, "Now I understand. Don't worry, Your Grace, I will take good care of them and make sure they deeply understand your greatness."

Oswald was speechless, while Jenny beside him kept laughing, feeling much more at ease.

"Stop with all this nonsense... Forget it, I'll just make a list of supplies first, so you don't end up like this later, sigh."