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.

the Mystic Army, but he didn't dare rush over to

but offered no response. His gaze shifted to Carissa, and a complex mix of

Sinclair, may we speak

holding her Rose Spear,

"No weapons. But if you're concerned,

I'll come with you," Violet

Barrett.

but he

needed to know where Aurora was, and whether she was alive or dead. Still,

chose him instead of

to Violet. Barrett hesitated for a while, reluctant to

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their hundred thousand,

the 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. She stood before him with no trace of hesitation or caution, exuding

he was scanning the surroundings with evident suspicion

had been from afar after the

bowed slightly, and addressed Carissa. "I am Liam Tudor, the marshal of Westhaven. General Sinclair, your demeanor indeed reflects the excellence of your lineage. The