The Chosen of Slaanesh in Infinite Worlds

"Early tomorrow morning," Link said firmly.

"So urgent?" Ingrid was a little surprised.

Link walked around the map, went to the door, looked at the starry sky outside, and said in a deep voice: "After all, we don't know what the situation is over there, so it's better to go earlier. We can't delay any longer, every minute and every second may determine the fate of Hailin City." As he said that, he turned around and issued an order.

"Ingrid."

"Yes." Ingrid replied.

"You may have to stay up late tonight," Link said in a steady and firm voice, "I order you to gather the troops immediately, and move quickly without any mistakes. Except for the fifty people I specially left behind to defend the city and handle daily affairs, everyone else should be ready to set off early tomorrow morning. Tell them to carefully organize their weapons and make sure every knife and arrow is extremely sharp and in the best condition. At the same time, bring at least ten days of dry food, as we must be prepared for a long journey. In order not to disturb the citizens' rest, eat on time at three in the morning. We must set off at four o'clock without delay."

"Understood, Master Link," the subordinate replied respectfully, his eyes revealing firmness and determination.

"Also, Rinko," Link turned to the other person in charge, "check the armory again and tell me exactly how many guns, bullets, and explosive packs are in stock."

Rinko responded quickly: "Sir, we have more than fifty firearms in stock, all of which are carefully maintained; more than five thousand rounds of bullets, enough to deal with various emergencies; and more than a hundred explosive packs, which are powerful enough."

"Very good," Link nodded in satisfaction, "Take all these things with you. We need to make sure that nothing goes wrong. When we set off, remember to immediately restock the weapons depot in case of an emergency. We cannot leave Hailin City defenseless."

"Okay, sir, I understand." Rinko agreed solemnly. She knew that this was a heavy responsibility.

"Well, go ahead." Link waved his hand, signaling them to act immediately.

"Yes!" The subordinates and Rinko answered in unison, then turned and hurried away, beginning to carry out Link's orders.

Hailin City? The Siren? Link thought to himself, humph, sooner or later, all of this will belong to me. Whether it is the prosperity of Hailin City or the mysterious power of the Siren, they will all be at my feet.

179. Moving Forward

The soldier who delivered the letter was lying on the big bed in the guest room arranged for him, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Although the bed was soft, it could not soothe his anxiety and uneasiness. Since leaving the dangerous Hailin City, he had not slept well for a single day. Whenever he recalled the faces of those lords and nobles, his heart seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost. Those nobles only cared about their own power and interests, and either evaded or perfunctorily responded to Hailin City's request for help.

He sighed secretly, feeling helpless. How could this small city send out troops? Judging from their appearance, they don't have many troops, and they may have problems protecting themselves. I am afraid that I have come here for help in vain. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Forget it, let's leave early tomorrow morning. The old city lord is still waiting for their reply. He didn't get any reinforcements, and he didn't know whether the other brothers who sent letters had asked for reinforcements and brought back a glimmer of hope.

Just as he was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door. The soldier sat up from the bed curiously. Who would come to see him at this late hour? He was full of doubts, but he still got up and walked to the door and gently opened it.

Standing outside the door was a soldier wearing leather armor and carrying a strange iron rod. He held a torch in his hand, and the light of the torch reflected on his face, making him look resolute. The soldier saw him and said, "You are the soldier from Hailin City, right? It's getting late. Let's pack up and leave."

The soldier was stunned and asked in confusion: "Ah? Go? Where to?" He was full of confusion and didn't understand what the soldier meant.

The soldier carrying the musket was Adams from the Musketeer Corps. He patiently explained, "Of course we are going to your Hailin City. Hurry up. Lord Link has already brought people to prepare outside the city. He wants you to rest for a while, so he asked me to come and call you now."

When the soldier heard this, his eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "What did you say? Your consul is willing to send troops?" An indescribable excitement surged in his heart, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

Adams nodded and urged, "Of course, hurry up, our Lord Link said we would set off at four o'clock, and it's almost half past three now."

Upon hearing this, the soldier quickly put on the armor beside the bed, picked up the bag and sword on the other side, and ran out in a hurry. His heart was filled with anxiety and expectation, as if he was afraid of missing this glimmer of hope.

The sky was still dark at this time, and only the torch in Adams' hand could barely illuminate the road ahead. The soldier followed Adams closely, his heart full of emotion. He had already despaired and thought that there was no hope for help this time, but he didn't expect to get such a surprise at this critical moment.