Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Ignorance was the most frightening thing.

Derek shook his head. “I don’t know anything. I’m just following orders.”

His simple statement refrained Harvey from asking further questions. The king’s will was akin to divine authority–punishment was also a form of reward.

After Derek left, the couple looked at each other in confusion. They served the empress dowager, and the king even graciously allowed her to stay with them at Hartstone Estate. They were generally on good terms, so why were they being punished without explanation?

They hadn’t done anything wrong, or dared to do anything wrong.

It was truly strange!

In the depths of winter, heavy snow had blocked the path of Barrett’s troops. Although they had rushed out of the capital, the snow had fallen continuously for two days, covering everything with a thick layer. The severe cold wasn’t the only issue; progress had been severely delayed due to the heavy snowfall Each step was difficult, making it hard to pull one’s foot out of the snow.

The Southern Frontier had experienced some snow, but fortunately, it wasn’t much. The new recruits, numbering thirty thousand, had almost completed their training. Weapons and armor were being hastily prepared in Tower City, and they hoped reinforcement would reach the front lines before Westhaven’s forces arrived.

strictly ordering her to return to the capital. However, Carissa claimed she

Duke of Northwatch’s

look out for each other. Once the fighting started, their skills might not be fully effective,

She thought

him? I think most of these soldiers

these soldiers had spent three years on the battlefield at the Southern Frontier. The original commander was Carissa’s father, and now, it was

Savages are tough fighters,”

the twenty–third day of the twelfth lunar month,

of them were from Westhaven, others from Sandoria. They all wore the same armor, making it impossible

between them.

five of

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combat was brutal, with no fancy moves–everyone just

been reclaimed, and retreating there would

charged straight into the enemy ranks. With her Rose Spear darting with deadly precision, she pierced through enemies‘ throats, almost always with a single fatal

capturing the leader first, but her extensive reading of military texts had taught her that a general in golden armor on a fine steed might not always be the real leader.