School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start Chapter 189 -189-Generalissimo King’s Recruitment

When Owen t Generalissimo King, it was high noon.

The armies had halted for a al, and within the temporarily erected main tent of the central forces, Generalissimo King Gerald received Owen.

Generalissimo King Gerald, standing over eight feet tall, boasted muscular physique complented by a face of determination and resolve, presenting the very image of a commanding leader.

Owen had learned from Dawson that Generalissimo King was a man of decisive action.

True to reputation, as soon as Owen entered the central command tent, before he could even pay his respects, Generalissimo King ordered him to report truthfully everything that had transpired since Termination Forest.

Owen recounted all the significant events he had experienced, omitting only those related to Visto.

Owen was unaware that Visto was a Divine Farr Sanctuary doctor, but he sensed Visto was no ordinary individual.

To avoid complications and not to bring trouble to his benefactor, he never once ntioned Visto’s na.

Generalissimo King listened quietly to Owen’s report and then offered words of comfort, "Rest assured, you are safe here with . I will find a way to treat you and ensure your safe return."

"Yes, thank you, Generalissimo King," Owen felt reassured by Generalissimo King’s promise, sensing that his words would indeed beco reality.

"Now, I have a few questions for you," Generalissimo King continued, "Is there absolutely no news of the sacred sword?"

That sacred sword, known as the sacred sword of dragons, was not exactly as such.

Many years ago, various races on the continent revered that sword as sacred, but it eventually ended up in the hands of the dragons before disappearing.

Such was the legend, but the existence of the sacred sword remained a mystery.

Thus, Generalissimo King was quite concerned about the whereabouts of the sacred sword.

"No, I believe it might be a trap set by the demon army."

Owen had nothing to hide; after all, he had no clues whatsoever.

"How do you think the southern wall of Ironblade City collapsed?"

"It’s unclear; the southern wall almost instantaneously crumbled in its entirety. I was in the north of the city when the lord’s alarm horn sounded, and soon after, there was a massive boom, and then the southern wall fell."

"Was the troop that left the city with the daughter of the lord of Ironblade City headed towards Sunset Station?"

"I’m not sure, but it seems likely based on the direction."

"Hmm, that doesn’t significantly impact the situation. There’s another matter," Generalissimo King paused before continuing, "I received a confidential ssage stating that the Pri Minister of Snow Kingdom, Miguel, has been assassinated, and snow King Bladen has been wounded and is currently bedridden. Are you sure you killed Bladen?"

"At that mont, I entered the royal hall and beheaded the traitor king."

Owen was puzzled.

Wounded?

The two individuals he targeted were certainly dead.

"Hmm, if that’s the case, it would be a waste." Generalissimo King stood and paced a few steps, adding, "My source is extrely reliable; it seems you might have killed a body double."

"Ah, that’s also possible." Owen was slightly startled by the suggestion but accepted its plausibility.

After all, his fabricated identity as a demon army ssenger was not solid, and Miguel’s easy referral to Bladen seed sowhat hasty.

"Regardless, Owen, you truly are a promising young man," Generalissimo King said, smiling rarely.

"Even though the empire is a land completely foreign to you, I hope at this ti, you can stand with us."

"Naturally, Generalissimo, feel free to command . As kin, I shall do my utmost; you can consider as your soldier."

Generalissimo King’s smile faded, but he nodded in agreent without hesitation.

"Owen, heed my command!"

Owen was montarily taken aback.

While he genuinely wanted to help, it was more out of politeness than anything else.

"You are appointed as the commander of the Emperor Gale Squad. Proceed imdiately to the capital to reorganize the Gale Squad."

Owen’s expression turned serious.

The Gale Squad had been the dragon army unit escorting him that was entirely decimated in Termination Forest.

Reorganizing the Gale Squad on human territory...

What did this an?

"You need not worry about the lack of military supplies or provisions. Moreover, I will grant you recruitnt rights to replenish your ranks."

Generalissimo King pulled out a commission letter, wrote Owen’s na on it, and handed it to him.

Owen was stunned for a long mont before realizing this might be an attempt at recruitnt.

Assuming there were no traps, Owen accepted.

"Yes, I will depart imdiately," Owen stepped outside the tent.

Generalissimo King had arranged for a fine horse for Owen, who mounted it and continued northward.

The stations in the north were operating as usual, though their guards had entered a state of readiness for combat.

Exhausted, Owen stopped at the nearest station to rest.

He presented the "Gale Badge" given by Gerald and received the best hospitality.

After eating, he lay in bed reflecting on his eting with Generalissimo King, feeling there was sothing the Generalissimo had concealed.

What did he an by "it would be a waste"?

Feeling his mind grow foggy with accumulated fatigue, Owen stopped pondering and fell into a deep sleep.

...

anwhile, Generalissimo King’s troops continued their march southward.

The fall of Ironblade City and the betrayal of Snow Kingdom were developnts Generalissimo King had not anticipated.

Nevertheless, Generalissimo King remained confident, his army being his greatest asset.

Moreover, he had made arrangents early on to prevent such grave situations.

Still, his nerves had been sowhat strained lately.

Generalissimo King’s thoughts once again turned to Dawson, lanting his death in battle.

Lord Dawson must have waited in the city with trust in him, obeying his command until the last mont.

Unfortunately, no one could have predicted the collapse of Ironblade City’s southern wall.

Did the demon army truly possess such formidable power?

Soon, two confidential letters were delivered to Generalissimo King.

Opening the first, he confird that Sunset Station had been captured by Snow Kingdom, and the first centurion had returned to Mingate.

The troop led by the daughter of Ironblade City’s lord had not appeared at Sunset Station, and their whereabouts remained unknown.

"It’s good they didn’t encounter the first centurion’s forces. Hopefully, she survives," Generalissimo King thought, opening the second letter.

"Hmph, as expected, the snow king is not dead. But he might as well be."

With a slight exertion of force, Generalissimo King caused the two letters to spontaneously ignite, burning to ash.

The soldiers behind him, accustod to such sights, marched steadily on.

Almost simultaneously, the snow king, lying on his sickbed, received a confidential letter from Second Centurion Chandler.

The first half of the letter held no surprises for him.

Chandler had detailed Gerald’s army’s location and marching speed.

This did not exceed Bladen’s expectations, bringing him a rare mont of pleasure.

"At this rate, the demon army can definitely advance north of Mingate. Let them clash against each other."

Bladen smiled as he began to read the latter part of the letter, but then broke out in a cold sweat: The Milan Kingdom was planning to secretly cross the Natural Ravine.

Bladen quickly ordered the recently returned first centurion to mobilize troops and reinforce the defenses at Natural Ravine.

After issuing the orders, Bladen half-reclined and sighed in relief, thinking how fortunate he was to have received Chandler’s confidential letter; otherwise, things could have been disastrous.

Bladen wanted to sleep, but the cold sensation in his chest made it impossible to find rest.

"Useless royal physicians," he thought, tossing the letter he was holding into the fire basin.

The first centurion, blind to the strategic folly of his missions, was sowhat irate at this mont.

As a high-ranking general, he was first sent to capture the sowhat significant Sunset Station, and now he was assigned to guard Natural Ravine—a move he deed utterly foolish.

The so-called "Natural Ravine" is a deep trench ford naturally.

It averages 50 ters in depth and 20 ters in width, with the narrowest parts being about 10 ters across.

There are only a few places along the Ravine narrow enough to support rope bridges.

By holding these few bridges, Milan Kingdom would have no hope of crossing the Natural Ravine.

Snow Kingdom had already stationed heavy troops at each bridge, with additional guards elsewhere, making the first centurion’s presence for defense redundant.

In fact, intensively fortifying against Milan Kingdom was practically unnecessary.

The border between Milan Kingdom and Snow Kingdom is mostly delineated by Natural Ravine.

The southwest edge of Natural Ravine, where Sunset Station—now occupied by Snow Kingdom—is located, left only two hundred n by the blind centurion.

West of Sunset Station is the border with Bitterness Kingdom, marked by the insurmountable Myriad Stones Mountain, limiting any army’s marching width to less than two thousand ters.

Even if Milan Kingdom’s forces breached Sunset Station, they would face pincers from both demon army and Snow Kingdom forces.

Moreover, the northern border of Natural Ravine is quite distant from Mingate, aning any Milan Kingdom forces advancing from there would directly confront the main force of the northward-marching demon army.

However, the snow king chose to believe the secret letter from his illegitimate son.

Blindman felt helpless about this decision.

That bastard was indeed adept at scheming and gathering intelligence.

But rather than calling it intelligence, Blindman was more inclined to see it as a conspiracy.

Now, he was leading a large number of royal guards, along with the sixth and seventh centurions—two utterly useless figures—and their ironclad army to guard Natural Ravine, hoping that no unexpected events would occur in Mingate.

With the most capable Blight imprisoned, and the snow king stubbornly persisting in his ways despite his illness, Snow Kingdom was likely dood.

Blindman glanced back at the two ineffectual figures trailing behind him, thinking how much better it would be if these two were thrown into prison instead.

Saying he looked might not be accurate, but Blindman indeed could "see."

What he saw was the aura of people.

A person’s aura can reflect their character.

Blight’s aura gave Blindman a sense of purity and upliftnt, while the auras of these two damned fools were utterly muddled.

He thought it best to keep such despicable beings far from himself.