Charles's army set out.
The army stretched like a long dragon, banners fluttering proudly.
Rank after rank of soldiers marched past, their morale soaring. Repeated victories had left them with nothing but a hunger for military glory.
On this land, there was never any shortage of battle.
Even though the major powers had all been conquered by Charles, small bands of wandering bandits still remained.
Nearly all these soldiers had seen blood.
For a soldier to see blood sounded simple enough, but it still meant taking a life.
Just as under the military merit system, beheading an enemy of a certain rank could earn a reward.
This time, Charles dispatched six thousand cavalry and ten thousand infantry.
He had mobilized almost all his main forces, leaving only a small portion of infantry behind to defend his stronghold, Greenshade City.
Besides the combat troops, there were also large logistics units and laborers transporting all manner of supplies.
The procession stretched beyond sight.
Charles governed his army strictly. Even within his own territory, the cavalry still had to send out large numbers of scouts.
Within the central army.
Every one of Charles's students had been assigned a suitable task.
Some provided combat support, some handled reconnaissance, while others protected the logistics force.
Under normal circumstances, these first-circle wizards would not directly join the fighting.
They were Charles's core trump card, a trump card stronger than hundreds of Armored Knights.
News of Charles's deployment did not take long to leak out through all sorts of channels.
Naturally, such long-distance messages traveled far faster than an army's slow advance.
The half-elf nobles who had always been wary of Charles swiftly began making contacts after receiving the news of his campaign.
This was Mil Province of the Elven Royal Court.
The half-elf nobles from