Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 125

Night fell, and the Westhaven army descended from the mountain. When the troops began to move, Carissa and Violet knew about it and exchanged glances.

Carissa stood up, and issued a command, "Everyone, stay alert! Weapons at the ready."

The entire Mystic Army rose to their feet. Holding their shields and weapons in hand, they swiftly moved into their battle formation.

The Westhaven soldiers moved quickly, descending the mountain in three parallel columns. The soldiers at the front held torches, with one torchbearer every ten men to provide illumination.

The mountain was icy, making their rapid descent risky. A single slip could cause a disastrous chain reaction. Yet, they moved with remarkable steadiness, clearly wearing specially designed footwear.

Westhaven was a wealthy and powerful kingdom, and its troops were showcasing its financial might at this moment. Their actions served as a stark reminder to the Starhaven soldiers that engaging in large- scale warfare with Westhaven would not be advantageous.

Soon, ten thousand Westhaven soldiers stood on the field, facing off against the Mystic Army.

Neither side made a move.

Barrett charged forward, shouting angrily, "Where have you taken Aurora?"

Liam slowly emerged from the front ranks of the Westhaven troops. A distance of about ten paces separated the two armies.

stand in front of the Mystic Army, but he didn't dare rush over

Barrett, but offered no response. His gaze shifted to

may we

still holding her Rose

a deep sigh. "No weapons. But if

come with you," Violet

to Barrett. "You should come

stunned, but he quickly nodded

where Aurora was, and whether she was alive or dead.

chose him instead of

Rose Spear to Violet. Barrett

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With just our two thousand men against their hundred thousand, there's no chance," Carissa said coolly. Only then did Barrett lower his sword and walk alongside

two armies. The wind howled, so the distance made it difficult for anyone else to overhear their conversation,

Though unarmed, her confidence and dignified presence belied her age of barely twenty.

gaze was sharp, and he was scanning the surroundings

of Barrett, their only encounter had been from

am Liam Tudor, the marshal of Westhaven. General Sinclair, your demeanor indeed reflects the excellence of your lineage.