Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 539

Chapter 539

Since the war, the border city of Sandoria had been heavily guarded, especially now that negotiations with Starhaven were underway. Sandoria’s aim was to exchange the prisoners in their custody for the city of Simonton. Consequently, the dungeon where the prisoners were held was guarded by a substantial force.

After being in Sandoria for several days, Rafael and his team had finally pinpointed. the location where Septimus was imprisoned–a heavily fortified outpost on the edge of the city. They had also thoroughly mapped out the prison’s layout within the high walls.

However, they didn’t know about Oliver’s five–day deadline, and what’s more, tomorrow would mark the end of this period.

Rafael knew that Victor would be meeting with Oliver for negotiations again the next day. Even though the prince wasn’t aware of the exact deadline, he suspected that Oliver wouldn’t follow his orders to delay the negotiations further.

Rafael decided that while Victor was occupied with negotiations at Fangridge Mountain tomorrow, it would be the perfect time to execute their rescue plan.

Victor was known for his large entourage of skilled guards, and he would likely take most of them with him to the negotiations. Having spent so much time on the Southern Frontier battlefield and having suffered defeat against the Hell Monarch Army, Victor harbored a natural fear and hatred for them.

If Oliver refused the negotiations outright, Victor would likely leave quickly and be back by late tomorrow night.

process. If he adopted a vague stance, he might be able to keep Victor at Fangridge Mountain until the day after tomorrow. That would give

rescue.

have one person waiting outside to provide support while the other three would breach the prison to rescue Septimus. Dylan was assigned to stay outside and handle the situation. The operation was scheduled for

and rescuing the prisoners from the dungeon would still be quite challenging.

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layout and the guards‘ shift rotations. That gave

around a low table. They were rough–looking, had beards, and were dressed in fishermen’s attire. Their faces were weathered and

blueprint laid out on the low table. The blueprint had been hard–earned–they had captured a craftsman

have. the original plans. The drawing was made from memory, and now, the craftsman was locked in a back room. He would be released after

our last chance, one of the men said, pointing to the blueprint with a serious and composed expression. “But the rescue will be tough, and we may all die in there. We only know the building’s layout and nothing about

who don’t agree should take the opportunity

reconnaissance

battle is over now, and the Southern Frontier has been reclaimed. We can’t leave Law behind to be tormented. If we go back, we go