After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

They sent the soldiers of the Eastern Territory to the elves, instructing them to wait for the so-called elven fleet at a port two hundred kilometers away.

Not wanting to waste her energy on useless things, Kate quickly ordered the division's staff to take stock of the supplies, and then commanded the scouts to enter the territory of the Elven Kingdom to gather intelligence on the Undead Legion.

Not long after, Luna's personal guards returned laden with their loot. After receiving a promise from Commander Kate that she would keep their money safe, the guards had only a simple lunch before heading north again with Kate's letter.

Kate, who never forgets to study the battle situation on the map when she has free time, always feels like something is missing.

He lightly slapped himself. Damn it, he'd forgotten to bring Federico.

If the enemy deploys high-end forces, and if Lady Jane and Commander Paul fail to provide timely reinforcements, he will need a brave general to lead elite soldiers to buy time.

Federico has always been the one to fill the position of the Second Division.

Just as Kate was feeling a bit awkward, there was a knock on the office door, and Erian walked in, standing up straight and giving a military salute.

"Congratulations on your fortune, Company Commander Ereon."

Kate put away the map, smiled, and gestured to Erión, indicating that all supplies should be handed over.

"How could that be... Commander." Erian gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Just as Kate couldn't let go of the Southern Territory, Eryon now understands the benefits of leading troops alone. However, it is precisely because of this that he has a deeper understanding of military discipline.

One hundred men can sweep through a village, one thousand can storm a city, and ten thousand can roam a territory. The army is the embodiment of violence, and its very existence is a challenge to the rules.

One person may claim that rules are meant to be broken, but an elite army of 100,000 men can indeed easily overthrow a regime.

"You should really learn from your regimental commander."

Kate stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "Now I'm giving you a task: select two hundred soldiers from the Second Division whose individual combat skills are no less than yours, and organize them into a separate combat company."

Arian quickly bowed, "Yes!"

Since the division commander has a mission, he must complete it flawlessly. But is the division commander treating himself as a combat unit?

Not weaker than me? Not weaker than me...

Arian's torment began. At first, he simply spread the word that the division commander wanted to form a combat company, and the Second Division responded enthusiastically.

In order to test whether these recruited soldiers were truly capable, Eryon had to personally engage them in hand-to-hand simulated combat.

At first, Eryon won the battles with ease, and the soldiers gave up easily. But after a few days, the veteran soldiers of the Second Division came to increase the intensity of the battles.

Below the arena, a group of highly skilled fighters, a regiment of heavily armored soldiers, were all buddies in ordinary times, and comrades-in-arms whom one could rely on on the battlefield. It couldn't be that...

The heavily armored soldier, who was 2.3 meters tall and whose fists were bigger than Erion's head, sent Erion flying after only a dozen or so rounds, thanks to his innate superhuman strength.

It flew out in a physical sense.

The archer, who always provided crucial support and was gentle and polite in life, ripped his shirt with an elbow, his rock-solid muscles bursting with terrifying power, yet he was as agile as the Black Mamba, sending Ereon flying on the spot.

The cook arrived and, with his exceptional stamina, successfully brought down the exhausted Erian.

The orderly beside the division commander also arrived, and with a volley, he kicked out the entire summer of Erión.

And Aerion could be beaten like this dozens of times a day.

As a soldier who only learned military marksmanship after being trained in the military, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage when fighting these masters with his bare hands.

However, the Northern Army's spearmanship originated from the Duke's swordsmanship. If it were a weapons-based war, Erión, whose spearmanship had already reached a certain level of proficiency, would be a formidable opponent, let alone two hundred men. In fact, there would be no fifty skilled fighters in the Second Division who could challenge him.

The Northern Army was actively preparing for war in the Earl of Eris's territory, while the neighboring Elven kingdoms were shrouded in mystery.

After crossing the towering mountains, as the air grew thinner, the scouts had to allocate more time for rest to maintain their mental clarity.

Perhaps the reason why mountain spirits are so numerous is because they can play suffocation games at high altitudes and then use the illusion of oxygen deprivation to spawn life.

Although it sounds far-fetched, this is the conclusion reached by anthropologists after conducting field research. A year later, the scholar committed suicide due to schizophrenia at the age of thirty-five.

However, in a sense, the Elf Kingdom is also an ideal country.

Because they can genuinely perform free labor based on their interests or simply to kill time when they're bored.

For example, Oswald could use a storybook to get Zena to work for him for free.

Furthermore, the exact number of elves is a mystery worth exploring. There are always various answers to the question of how many elves there are in the country, ranging from near extinction to statistical indeterminacy, because the elves themselves do not know the exact answer.

Their official figures are probably just random guesses made up while they were messing around with deep-sea giant eels.

To be fair, most humans are prejudiced against elves, but the long-standing peace between the two races has largely compensated for this.

The scouts had expected to encounter fleeing mountain elves on the border, but instead found only an empty elf village.

They did indeed embark on a journey of escape, but judging from the footprints, the elves were likely fleeing towards the sea.

They quickly took out a map, and the scouts indeed found an island 20 kilometers offshore.

It seems they believe the undead can't swim more than humans...

"Chase."

The lead scout captain took a deep breath and then wearily gave the order to search eastward.

The cold wind on the high mountain never stopped, and the rare sunny days were once again occupied by dark clouds. The increasingly frequent rainy days made people feel depressed. The dampness made the shoes creak and groan, and the soles of the feet became wrinkled and swollen.

I finally found a place to shelter from the rain, and started a fire to dry my feet. But I found that many parts of my feet had been rubbed raw, and they were both painful and itchy.

The elite scouts didn't complain; they just laughed and joked that they'd been riding horses for so long that even their feet had become precious.

Amidst howling clouds, after several days of rapid march, the scouts finally found traces of the elves.

Those were the sparks on the mountain peaks converging into a river; for the continuation of their race, the elves reawakened the fighting spirit within them.

The rain poured down, and the shadow of the undead army obscured the entire mountain peak. The elves, who had rearmed along the ridgeline, continued to hurl logs and boulders.

They relied on the mountains and rivers as their defenses, and struggled against hardship on their homeland, just to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

Soon, the undead rushed up the ridge, and the sounds of battle erupted. Hundreds of elven mages also immediately took to the air from the valley, their dazzling spells adorning the night flowers and swallowing the tide of death.

Just as the scouts breathed a sigh of relief, the mountain suddenly shook, and an enormous creature crushed the jungle, startling countless birds into flight.

"Quickly!" The scout captain immediately pointed out the two of them. "With the Undead aided by the Calamity, the Elves' counterattack is limited. Go back and report to the commander that we cannot advance rashly. We need the assistance of Janice and Lord Paul."