1227: Chapter 207: Prairie Tremor_2 1227: Chapter 207: Prairie Tremor_2 The situation for Knights is sowhat better; if a Magician’s Magic Power is completely depleted, they can only recover twice at most.
Any more than that, I can’t guarantee there won’t be any side effects.”
Hudson’s explanation not only did not quell everyone’s enthusiasm, but rather intensified it.
It’s normal to have limitations; if there were no effects at all, everyone would be afraid to use it.
Deep down, everyone had already made up their minds, no matter the cost, they must order a batch afterward.
This thing’s role on the battlefield is just too significant.
Being able to recover to peak condition after Magic Power is exhausted is like having an additional top Strongman in certain situations.
“Marshal, being able to recover twice is already enough.
We are here for a stealth attack, not a head-on battle with the enemy!”
Archbishop Tyron said with a chuckle.
At this mont, his impression of Hudson was particularly good.
It was as if the label of “arrogant and domineering” had been removed.
As Royal Family mbers, there is a standard way of doing things.
To judge whether a person is Loyalty, just look at what they have done.
Without a doubt, Hudson always considers the big picture when he acts.
No matter how you look at it, he is a Great Loyalist to the Kingdom.
As for “arrogant and domineering,” that is purely a label shared by all authoritative nobles.
It used to belong to the Five Great Dukes of the North, now it has fallen on Hudson.
If you want to get things done, this is inevitable.
Just veto the King’s orders a few tis, deal with a few unruly Nobles, and the label is attached.
Unlike the Five Great Dukes of the North, Hudson’s personal image is much better.
Although the Royal Family naturally detests authoritative nobles, it doesn’t stop Hudson from becoming their partner.
In the past few collaborations, the Royal Family always profited, directly reducing the aversion towards Hudson.
Nobody hesitated; they all received the Potion from Hudson.
Whether to use it could be decided based on the actual situation, but it was essential to have it on hand.
Affected by this good news, even the sorrow brought about by the death of comrades had been sowhat alleviated.
Life and death separations are always inevitable on the battlefield.
Even if holding the advantage, there were still four unlucky ones who were dragged down by Hawkman experts.
Compared to death, injuries seed trivial.
The team did have a Priest of the Sanctuary among them, holding a Divine Artifact, who could bring soone back from the brink of death as long as they were still breathing.
As for how much lifespan would be lost, Hudson did not care.
As long as the person was fully revived, it didn’t affect the subsequent battles.
They chose a treasured spot, dug a hole, and after burying the bodies of their comrades, the team started a new journey.
…
Three hundred miles away, inside a large Hawkman Tribe tent.
“What, the Imperial Court was attacked by the Alpha Kingdom?”
Chief Palr asked in shock.
The location of the Imperial Court is in the Orc Empire’s Hinterland, guarded by several nearby Hawkman Tribes.
Normally, if enemies approached, they would have raised the alarm.
“Yes, Chief Palr.
The Imperial Court did indeed suffer an attack by Elite experts from the Alpha Kingdom, led by the Great Demon Hudson, whom I would recognize even if he turns into ashes,” said the old Hawkman, seething with killing intent.
If possible, he wouldn’t mind grinding Hudson’s bones to dust.
Many Orcs shared this sentint, but it was just a thought.
Encountering him, the first response would be panic.
The figures of Maxim and Belsden had beco the nightmare of countless Orcs.
“Impossible!
The Imperial Court is highly guarded; it’s not sothing a few Human Race experts could disturb.
No matter how powerful Hudson is, he can’t defeat the tens of thousands of Guards of the Imperial Court…”
Speaking thus, Chief Palr suddenly realized sothing was wrong.
It appeared that the defense at the Hawkman Court was not as strict as usual.
In order to ambush the Human Race, not only did the Hawkman Emperor draw experts from various Tribes, but he also took away the most Elite Imperial Guard.
“Chief Palr, although it is hard to accept emotionally, this is the truth.
This ti, the enemy deployed nurous Sanctuary Powerhouses, as well as hundreds of Seventh-order and Eighth-order Strongn.
Even if all the Imperial Guard were present, they might not be able to hold them off.
Speed is of the essence in warfare, you should order reinforcents for the Imperial Court imdiately!”
Hearing the old Hawkman’s explanation, Chief Palr’s expression beca even more solemn.
The Alpha Kingdom launching such a significant attack clearly aid at the destruction of the Hawkman Court.
Normally, such a campaign would be difficult to succeed.
But with a Dragon Knight, everything changes.
With the size of a Giant Dragon, it can carry hundreds of troops.
Coupled with the cover of Sanctuary Magicians, evading their scouts wouldn’t be hard.
In fact, even if the tribes ahead detected the attack, it would be useless.
The speed of ssage delivery could hardly outpace the Dragon’s movent.
Encountering such a creature capable of traveling thousands of miles a day, the news would be outdated by the ti it reached back.
“Send orders down, assemble troops to rescue the imperial…”
“Enemy attack!”
Before he could finish speaking, this piercing shout broke through.
A sky filled with fiery rain had already fallen, and even Chief Palr’s tent was ablaze.
“Guards, quickly notify every Chiliarch, organize manpower to counterattack!”
Chief Palr hurriedly ordered.
Firefighting was completely out of the question; better to defeat the enemy first!
Having just suffered an attack at the Imperial Court, and now facing imdiate trouble themselves, an ominous premonition surged within Chief Palr.
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