Leon t with Kazimir, Antoine, and Mishael before he set off with the troops he took.
"Is everything ready on your end?" Kazimir looked at Leon worriedly.
They knew that Leon and his n needed to go ahead not only to scout but to fight the n waiting for their heads.
They also knew that there would be a chance that he might not co back right away to regroup with them when that happens.
And so, Kazimir and Antoine could not help but feel worried. Now that they were facing an impending war, all they could do was stand back and rely on their youngest brother, whom they previously despised.
Rembering this, the guilt in their hearts caused them to feel a bitter sensation in their mouths. They wanted to open it to express their worries about him but sohow, they found that they lost the right to do so.
In the end, they could only ask about how he was preparing to set off.
"Don't worry, I have my n guarding my backs. We've done this thing countless tis and we know what to do…" Leon seed to have sensed the awkward worry in his brothers' eyes and so he gave them a look of assurance.
Hearing it, Kazimir and Antoine could only let out a heavy sigh and consoled themselves.
``He is right, Third Brother and the Crimson Blades have done this thing countless tis and they were soone who repeatedly bagged the glory without even losing a single life in his troops!'
"How about you, are you prepared to handle their attack should they take advantage of the situation?" He asked them. It is not that he wanted to tell them that he was the only one who could handle the attack of the curse users, but he only wanted to remind them that the enemy is extrely vicious.
Leon worried that the encounter with the curse users will trigger the traumatic experience from the past when they encountered such a situation.
Antoine chuckled and patted Leon's shoulder,
"We're fine! Have so confidence in us, we're not the sa as before! Besides, didn't doctor Kayden explain to you how the high-grade curse potion was able to not only cure us but also increase our aptitudes? Look, we're only half a step from reaching your level!"
Antoine jokingly declared to ease the heavy atmosphere.
"That's right. Besides, your brother and I have been training under the General to get the full potential of our newly grown abilities. If not for you stealing the thunder during the hunting grounds, you could have caught a glimpse of our improvent!" Kazimir rolled his eyes and begrudgingly echoed Antoine's words.
A shocking discovery ca out when Kayden used the cure potion filled with Eli's spiritual powers on the almost-dead Antoine back then.
Not only did Antoine manage to have a second chance at life, but his abilities also seed to have grown by leaps and bounds.
Upon assessnt, they found out that he had grown to be the mid-tier level A-class summoner to the peak A-stage, just half a step away from being an S-class.
Soon the hypothesis was tested once again and Kayden found out that the massive buff given by the cure potion could only be effective on people with Seirende blood, especially when they also used this on Kazimir who was also heavily injured by his very own mother.
The other people who took the sa quality potion were still healed but they did not achieve the sa additional effect as Kazimir and Antoine. Therefore, he concluded that it could only help the Seirendes.
"That… I'm sorry…" Leon scratched his head and could only apologize.
He cannot tell them how he was so triggered upon seeing the very sa monsters who almost took Eli's life back then. At the ti he lost control of his temple and went to kill the monsters without rcy.
"Well, the past is past! What we are saying is that you can rely on us in this matter! We may not have been well-versed in warfare but we are still capable mages. Besides, we have Captain Mishael here to assist us.." Antoine replied in an encouraging manner.
"Just rember to be careful. We'll do our best to hold our side safely. So rest assured and focus on your side." Kazimir patted Leon's shoulder and said with a smile.
Mishael also looked at Leon with an assuring nod. Their tasks were crucial and it is important that none of their sides fall apart easily.
"Alright… I'll go on my way." Leon finally let out a heavy sigh and looked at them once again,
"If there's anything do not hesitate to contact or the Grandmasters. I am ready anyti to call in reinforcents. This is our greatest advantage, so please do not hold back and use it."
Kazimir, Antoine, and Mishael all gave a nod of understanding. They know that Leon's contract with the Spatial King is the best weapon they had as it can call on armies if needed.
However, they also knew that Leon had his own limitations, so the three n had a tacit understanding to only request Leon's reinforcents when they were already in a dire situation.
With that, Leon and five other knights departed to the borders, where the Crimson Blades have already stationed days ahead.
Crown Prince Ranon was also inford of their departure and put on a show to 'wish them well' and 'send them off'.
When he went back to his room, he did not forget to inform the nearest deployed army to be prepared for Leon's arrival.
Although he was sure that Leon could not handle the vast armies they prepared inside the Scorching Wastelands region, he knew Leon's might as an S-Class.
They could only rely on their vast numbers to wear him down, and with that, they hoped that he could be at least temporarily demobilized or even possibly captured for the Pope to handle.
Leon and his n rode without rest toward the other side of the border and imdiately regrouped with the Crimson Blades at the rendezvous point.
In the middle of the night, there was no other cover around but the gigantic waves of sand and the occasional sandstorm that blew violently. Leon and the knights could only coat a thin layer of mana around their bodies and their horses to have the mobility and vision they needed as they moved around.
After around three hours of traveling, they stopped at a seemingly plain area with a huge rock formation.
"An hour away from here to the east will be the Vulture Region. That area will be extrely hot by the day and will be exceedingly cold at night. There are also more canyons here and rock formations like this…" Leon told the n.
"This region is perfect for ambush and cover as well…" He added with a glint of danger in his eyes. "Follow …" He beckoned the n.
The knights we had were select mbers who were most exposed to harsh conditions.
So Leon was not worried that they were soone who would grow nor cower in face of great dangers such as being in the advanced party where they would most likely et a full-sized enemy.
They were also the most quick-witted and have a good sense of survival skills, capable enough to crawl their way back to the main troops to inform a dire situation.
"Yes, Third Prince!" With a calm and serious faces, they obediently nodded and followed Leon.
They headed slightly to the West where an unsuspecting old Baobab Tree was standing in the lonely moonlight.
Leon signaled the n to unmount their horses as he imdiately activated an array.
Voom!
A passageway opened before their eyes. Leon looked at them and signaled for them to enter with their horses in tow.
There, it revealed an underground base, where the Crimson Blades were all lying in wait. They have serious expressions on their faces as they looked like ruthless blood lusting people sharpening their blades for slaughter.
The n behind Leon shuddered. Although they were the most capable n in the field of reconnaissance, the n in front of them scread about a hundred wars won by their hands.
"We greet the wielder of the Crimson Blades! Your Highness the Third Prince!" Led by Olivier and Blaze, the blades all stood and greeted Leon respectfully.
"At ease!" Leon nodded and imdiately signaled for the n to assemble for the huddle.
"Before we start, let everyone introduce each other and know their abilities. This ti, our task is not only ant to do reconnaissance operations but also to handle assaults to throw the enemy's plan into chaos.
Our main objective is to minimize and destroy the ambush points as we advance so that the main army will save its resources for the real fight. That is… to eliminate a platoon of possibly a hundred people!"
Leon looked at the n and observed their expressions.
In the underground camp, their headcount did not even reach thirty including the n who accompanied him.
However, even as he blatantly told them that this group of fewer than thirty people would possibly handle an army of a hundred, their faces did not even twitch nor falter!
They were ready!
They were not afraid!
And most of all, they did not have any intention to cower!
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