The news that the Saint Roland cavalry, which had set out ahead as the vanguard, had been ambushed at night by the Boar Knights reached Marshal Adolf's hands at the fastest possible speed.
At the time, Holy Roland I was regulating his breathing, and Marshal Adolf had no intention of informing him of the news.
There was no point in telling him. It would only needlessly make him even more irritable.
At the thought, Marshal Adolf's brows furrowed involuntarily.
[What in the world is wrong with His Majesty?]
Holy Roland I had never been a good-tempered man. It was only that after living in comfort for too long, his state of mind had gradually improved.
After all, who wouldn't have a good state of mind when all they had to do every day was eat, drink, and amuse themselves, with no one daring to defy them?
Later, when he went up against Great Zhou, Holy Roland I's reaction could only be described as his true nature being exposed. But in Marshal Adolf's eyes, his recent behavior had become increasingly strange.
Their king's temper was indeed poor, but normally, he should not have gone to such extremes.
Marshal Adolf could not make head or tail of the matter.
But there was no use dwelling on it now. The most urgent matter at hand was still the war before them.
A Vertical and Horizontal Realm warrior facing an Out-of-Body Realm mage had an advantage that could almost be described as comprehensive.
But all of that hinged on one condition: they had to deal with Blood Hand before Zhou Xu arrived.
Even if an Undead Vertical and Horizontal Realm warrior was far weaker than their king, his undead nature would still make him extremely troublesome to deal with.
To improve their advance, Holy