"Emil, isn't Harvest City Grandmaster Abel's family territory?" Buford walked forward with the knight legion, quietly asking his companion.
Buford was an ordinary knight who lived in the Duchy of Laka. This was not his first time going to war with a knight legion. The previous year, he had participated in a surprise attack on the Keen Duchy. But this time, everything had been kept so secret that even after setting out, he still did not know their destination.
Job's rousing speech just now had left most of the knights extremely excited, but many of them still maintained clear heads.
The moment he heard the name Harvest City, his heart had jolted. They were attacking the Duchy of Camai—the territory of the only Blacksmith Grandmaster in the human world.
In the human world, especially in the Kingdom of Saint Ellis, Abel had always been a legendary figure. His stories were sung by countless people.
And today, he was going to attack that legendary Blacksmith Grandmaster who made humanity proud. He found it difficult to control his emotions.
"Buford, yes, Harvest City is Grandmaster Abel's family territory. But why are we attacking Grandmaster Abel's duchy?" Emil could not understand the order either and asked himself helplessly.
No one could answer his question. This was an army, a knight legion. Here, there was only discipline and orders!
The commanders of the five duchies probably had no idea what influence the name Abel held in the human world. An imperceptible emotion spread through the fourteen thousand knights.
Meanwhile, at the rear of the knight army, five Intermediate Wizards sat inside a carriage. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and none of the Knight Commanders from the five duchies could understand what the five Intermediate Wizards were feeling.
"Marloley, you've fought Abel before. Just how