Charles was an official following Krel Brittany and stationed in the Behemoth Duchy, serving temporarily as a civil servant in Mostal Fort, Baberry City, Seagull City, Silver Pigeon Fort, and Ode Mountain City. According to the laws of the Empire, he should not leave his jurisdiction, and leaving it privately during warti could even result in the supre penalty for the cri of treason.
Although the laws of the Empire were sotis a joke, for soone like Charles, who virtually had no backing, they were often quite serious and not a laughing matter.
Perhaps many people with little social experience think that once they cling to soone powerful, they can act recklessly, believing that their patron will always protect them. However, anyone with basic social sense would know that no superior likes soone who only causes trouble.
They're just powerful figures, not biological mothers...
Although Charles was worried about Anne, he couldn't just reveal his identity and abandon the five cities he was supposed to protect to return directly to Strasbourg.
If he had done so, many nobles would likely have been eager to escalate matters and lead him to the gallows.
Moreover, purely from a cost-benefit perspective, with the war potential of Strasbourg, Charles could accomplish more by roaming outside.
For example, he now had an additional force of Beastn warriors; just among the Transcendents, there were seven individuals, five of whom were Hunchback Red Bear Warriors, and the other two were Grinding Mountain Yellow Bear Warriors.
Hmm, Charles also felt that he had too much fate with bears.
The nobles of the Fars Empire had not expected that the Beastman tribes could bypass the frontlines and appear directly under the walls of Strasbourg City. Now, Strasbourg was constantly quarreling, also continuously conscripting from the civilians to replenish the Royal Knights Order.
The Royal Knights Order originally stationed in Strasbourg was the strongest force in the Fars, but most of their force had been redirected to Ferlanden, and now, the Royal Knights Order remaining in the capital was less than one-fifth of its normal strength, greatly weakening their power.
For political reasons, only the Royal Knights Order, Patrolling Army, and other local military forces were in Strasbourg. The private knighthoods of the great nobles were kept within their own territories, and the Emperor could never allow the organized presence of other nobles' knighthoods in the capital.
Julius Axler was extrely furious, having already rebuked several ministers, but this did nothing to help the capital's crisis.
The Beastman army continued to arrive, soon surpassing two hundred thousand, and their numbers were still increasing steadily. Yet, the Beastman army was very restrained; they only lightly engaged with the Royal Knights Order that ca out of the city, then withdrew from the battle without launching a large-scale siege.
The bureaucrats of Strasbourg still hadn't figured out what these Beastn really wanted.
Why weren't they in a hurry to besiege the city?
Strasbourg had already sent out ssengers, urgently calling for reinforcents from the armies around the capital.
If this continued for long, this Beastman army would inevitably face difficulties.
Concealed among the Beastman army, Charles had already beco aware of these southerners' tactics, as he had encountered more than ten Beastman Sacred Order shamans.
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These Beastman Sacred Order shamans just wanted to repeat what they did at Silver Pigeon Fort, again in Strasbourg.
Using strong winds to stir up dust and bury Silver Pigeon Fort only required three Sacred Order shamans, but burying Strasbourg with dust wasn't enough with just three Beastman shamans. The Beastn were clearly aware of this; they might have gathered at least twelve to fifteen Beastman Sacred Order shamans.
If Strasbourg were to be buried, this two hundred thousand-strong Beastman army could thoroughly destroy the Fars Empire, and no force within the Fars could withstand this Beastman army.
At this mont, all the gates of Strasbourg were closed. Although Charles wanted to carry a ssage, there was no way for him to enter the city area under the close watch of the Beastman army. The Royal Knights Order of the Fars would hardly believe him and let him into the city.
Charles gazed towards Strasbourg, missing Anne, but all he could do now was hope that the Sacred Order of Strasbourg could withstand the sacred shaman spellcasters of the orc.
He was deeply surrounded by hundreds of thousands of orcs, with dangers all around, and thus dared not do much.
All of a sudden, the Hundred Bear Chief growled quietly as an orc army approached, threatening them.
This orc army was not large, numbering only in the hundreds, but they were escorting nearly a thousand human captives, and orcs were continuously beating and berating the prisoners.
Charles, suppressing the hotblood in his heart, said sternly, "Ask them what they want."
The Hundred Bear Chief imdiately roared, "State your tribe and purpose."
An elderly werewolf stepped forward and called out, "We are from the Shanda tribe, delivering food to the front lines."
"We need to rest and need a place to process food."
Charles glanced at the troop and felt a slight jolt in his heart. Besides the human captives, there was really no "food" in this troop, which ant that these human captives were the food.
Charles, suppressing the surging anger in his heart, waved his hand and said, "Let them into the camp."
The Hundred Bear Chief indeed passed down the order and cleared the way, allowing the werewolf tribe to enter the camp to rest.
Just as Charles was thinking about how to handle the situation, he heard the sounds of a fight and hurried over, only to find a female human captive in conflict with several werewolves. The female prisoner was severely injured, her arm was probably broken, hanging limply at her side, her head covered in blood. Her exquisite clothing was soaked through with mud and fresh blood, and was so torn it was impossible to make out even the style let alone the color.
Her feet were bound and several werewolves were savagely beating her with clubs, yet she uttered not a sound, rolling on the ground in a very awkward posture, still trying to strike back.
A burly werewolf roared, "Girl, you killed more than twenty of our brothers, before you die, I will let you taste the most exquisite flavor in the world."
"Brothers, stop your beating, let handle this."
Charles glanced at the camp entrance, signaled a few Hunchback Red Bear Warriors with his eyes, and strode over, calling out, "This woman is mine now."
The burly werewolf glared furiously and shouted, "Our Shanda tribe is not to be trifled with."
Charles flashed a toothy smile and retorted, "Coincidentally, our Hunchback Red Bear Warriors aren't either."
He reached out his hand and thus, the Knight's Spear-Collapsing Mountain obediently handed over to him. The burly werewolf's eyes narrowed sharply, and he suddenly scread, "You are human."
Charles forcefully thrust Collapsing Mountain, wielding the Wings of Heaven gunmanship, which he had recently mastered with increasing finesse. The speed, angle, and strength of this spear were impeccable, piercing through the werewolf's throat with a single strike.
Charles flung the werewolf aside and shouted, "Kill!"
His hundreds of orc warriors imdiately erupted into action.
The Shanda tribe's werewolf warriors, having only two Transcendents among them, saw one Transcendent werewolf already pierced through the throat by Charles's spear. The other Transcendent, an elderly leader, was about to sound a long howl in alarm but was quickly silenced by a smashed skull.
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