Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 56

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Carissa followed Rafael on horseback, glancing at the campfires spaced every few steps. Her heart sank at what she observed.

The Southern Frontier originally had three hundred thousand soldiers, with another hundred thousand seconded from Victory Pass, totaling four hundred thousand soldiers. From her observations, however, not even half of those numbers were left.

Rafael had marched through twenty–three cities, reclaiming all but two. It was clear many soldiers had sacrificed their lives.

Outside the command tent, vanguards and lieutenants stood on either side. Their armor was worn, their faces weather–beaten, and their beards unkempt.

A few generals stood a short distance away from the main tent. Carissa recognized one of them- Timothy Farrell, an old comrade of her father’s. He had even held her as a child.

Timothy strode up and stopped before Carissa. He studied her face, then said excitedly, “Carissa Sinclair? Is that you?”

“Timothy!” Carissa’s eyes stung.

trembled slightly as he nodded, then he turned away. Seeing

more of Hector’s former comrades approached, their eyes

how is your mother’s health? Is

felt a sharp pain in her heart, and tears nearly

have important matters to discuss with His Highness. We’ll

imposing figure casting a shadow over Carissa. In his usual commanding tone, he ordered, “If

Carissa

outside, in the center stood a table with maps and a sand table

that had turned dirty gray, tainted with the scent of blood and medicinal herbs. In the corner, there were

table. Rafael sat down first, his posture somewhat peculiar–not cross–legged, but with one leg stretched

curtly, “about this

lowered her spear, and

hundred thousand soldiers from Westhaven have entered Sandoria, wearing Sandorian soldiers‘ armor. They’re

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second senior got this intelligence? I recall you went to the Pathfinders Guild. Is she also from the same