"Marshal, Duke Ernst has sent a request for aid!"
Hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar name, Hudson frowned.
As a "businessman," having extensive connections was essential. Although the two could not be considered friends, they were at least familiar faces.
When it was within his ability, Hudson did not mind doing someone a favor.
But the situation was clearly different now. The Magic Crocodile Tribe occupied Bofei'er Province and Parma Province, locked in a standoff with the defending forces.
Hudson had originally thought the two sides were evenly matched, perhaps even that the Black Forest Kingdom held the upper hand. He had never expected reality to slap him in the face.
As the governor of Parma Province, if Duke Ernst truly held the initiative on the battlefield, the letter he sent now should have been discussing joint operations.
Knowing that the allied army would arrive in only a few days, yet hurriedly sending a plea for aid, was clearly a sign that the situation was on the verge of collapse.
After scanning the contents, Hudson handed the letter to Governor Pierce.
Whether Parma Province fell was not particularly important to visiting forces like them.
But they would have to bear the grave consequences that followed.
According to the original strategy, the Black Forest Kingdom's defenders would hold back the Magic Crocodile Tribe, allowing the allied army to eliminate the Giant Centipedes first before turning back to deal with the Magic Crocodile Tribe.
Anyone could see through such a simple tactic. Unwilling to fall into a strategic disadvantage, the Magic Crocodile Tribe had chosen to strike first.
The defenders of Parma Province could not hold out, while the defenders of nearby Bofei'er Province were likewise struggling to protect themselves. In fact, their situation was even worse.
The Giant Centipede army had appeared