At dawn, all was quiet.
call out!
A large, white-feathered arrow, with a sharp whistling sound, struck the ground, its shaft still vibrating and humming.
"Who goes there? Stop!"
Seeing the overlapping figures of cavalry in the distance and hearing the thunderous sound of hooves, Fernando Torres, who was in charge of guarding the perimeter of the camp, fired an arrow. His colleague shouted a warning, his longbow already drawn to its Full Moon, with three arrows nocked at the same time, ready to be released at the slightest sign of trouble.
The Wolf Fang Legion was stationed in the Gobi Desert, sixty miles from Twin Flag City. When they set up camp last night, Ajax scouts had already begun to appear around them, and their war adversaries might be coming. At dawn, the strategist Arjen received orders from the legion commander, who had not shown his face for a long time, and set off first with five thousand iron cavalry and the entire army's supplies and provisions. Frank Lampard, the former top warrior of Chambord City, was stationed in the main camp, on high alert, guarding against Ajax offensive.
Hearing the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, Torres, who was in charge of the outer perimeter, felt his heart clench like a bowstring.
The other party did not reply.
The thunderous sound of hooves echoed as the cavalry drew ever closer.
"If you don't make a sound, we'll have to fire our arrows!" Torres shouted, signaling to the scouts beside him to quickly report back to the camp that enemy troops might be approaching.
There was still no response from the other end.
Torres's eyes turned cold. With three sharp, piercing whooshes, the Wolf Fang- fang arrow left three white, lightning-like trails in the air as it shot towards the dark figure at the front. The arrow was like a rainbow, and a chilling killing intent burst forth.
Just then--
Suddenly, an incredibly powerful gust of wind shot out from the opposite side, effortlessly shredding the three arrows in mid-air.
Then another loud laugh rang out, "Hahaha, Fernando, your archery skills have improved quite a bit!"
Torres froze.
The voice was so familiar, almost etched into his soul. He paused for a moment, then his face lit up with uncontrollable joy. His hand, gripping the longbow, trembled slightly with excitement. He glanced back at the still-stunned scout and roared, "It's His Majesty! His Alexander has arrived! Quickly, go and inform Lampard that His Majesty has come to the camp!"
At the same time, a banner with a two-headed dog axe and sword burst out of the thick fog on the opposite side, fluttering in the wind.
It was the banner of Chambord City.
Among the leading knights, the young king with flowing long hair, clad in light armor, and possessing striking features and sword-like eyebrows—who else could he be but King of Chambord Alexander?
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Torres dismounted from the Crimson Flame Beast and, along with several scouts beside him, knelt on one knee in great excitement.
"Haha, no need for formalities. Time is of the essence, follow me into the camp." Sun Fei laughed heartily.
His King was in high spirits upon seeing his personal bodyguard again. He could tell that Torres had made great progress in his martial arts during this time, and had already faintly touched the level of the Five-Star Class Intermediate Stage. Those three arrows were incredibly sharp, and no one else could have taken them so easily.
"Yes!" Torres and the others immediately felt as if they had found a pillar of strength. With joy on their faces, they mounted the Crimson Flame Beast and galloped towards the [ Wolf Fang Legion ] camp in the distance.
"Boom boom boom--!!!"
The bugle call sounded from the main camp.
As the camp gates opened in the distance, legions of all ranks emerged from the camp, led by a burly, red-haired figure carrying a black Giant Divine Weapon. Each soldier wore a beaming smile and looked extremely relaxed.
"Uncle Lampard!" Sun Fei jumped off his horse, quickly walked to Lampard, and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty and the strategist are back? Good, this reckless man who can't lead troops can finally be relieved of his burden." Lampard, who was usually silent, clearly showed a happy expression at this moment, and his furrowed brows relaxed.
"Greetings, Lord Alexander."
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, Oleg has missed you so much!"
The various legions of the [ Wolf Fang Legion ], as well as the vassals of Chambord City, all knelt on one knee to pay their respects. In particular, the Urban Management and Saint of Chambord City, as well as the quick-knife Robben, were all in high spirits and beaming with joy. The habitually mischievous fat man Oleg was almost ready to rush over and hug Sun Fei's leg, bursting into tears of joy.
Sun Fei couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
The excitement on the faces of these subjects was genuine; His Majesty the King could sense their heartfelt joy. Although Oleg, that obsequious fat man, had exaggerated his expression, it was absolutely sincere.
Sun Fei kicked Oleg in the butt and laughed, "I heard that while I was away, you fatso, you were slacking off again?"
"Your Majesty, I'm innocent!" Oleg pleaded with a bitter face. However, he could also see that this was His King's way of showing affection, and he was even happier. If one day Sun Fei really stopped kicking his butt, Oleg would become uneasy.
Everyone burst into laughter upon seeing this.
" Alexander... you, you're finally back?" A pure and melodious voice, like a lark in a secluded valley, came from behind the crowd. Everyone made way for her, and there was the future princess Angela, her bright eyes blinking beneath her long eyelashes, her crystal-like pupils already shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
" Angela." Sun Fei quickly stepped forward, embraced the girl's slender, warm body, gently kissed her smooth, white forehead, and whispered, "I'm back. I... missed you."
Angela didn't speak; instead, she tightly embraced Sun Fei's broad back with her delicate arms.
"Sigh... that stern-faced devil is back. My good days are over."
Someone in the crowd sighed softly at an inopportune moment, breaking the warm scene between Sun Fei and Xin Shang.
His Majesty the King frowned and looked up. The person huddled at the back of the crowd, twisting their fingers, was none other than the lazy and good-for-nothing [ Princess in Distress ] Victoria. Clearly, this person had rushed out without even having time to change their clothes. They were adorned with gold and silver jewelry, exuding an air of luxury and arrogance, which made their skin appear as white as snow and their beauty unparalleled.
It seems that without Sun Fei's occasional harsh criticisms, this little woman has been quite comfortable in the army lately.
Seeing Sun Fei's gaze fall upon her, the little beauty gasped in surprise, turned, and ran away, explaining as she went, "I didn't mean to dress so extravagantly..."
Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter again.
"Hey, why are you so quiet all of a sudden, little girl?" Sun Fei noticed the blonde little Loli Jima, standing cheerfully behind Angela, a stark contrast to her usual chattering self. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Sun Fei reached out and pinched Loli cheek. Ignoring Loli playful kicks and punches, he lifted her onto his shoulder and declared loudly, "Time is of the essence. Other matters can wait. Generals, please return to your positions immediately. From now on, all orders will be based on Military Advisor Arjen's commands. Act now!"
"Yes, sir!"
The generals responded with a resounding roar.
Five miles outside Twin Flag City.
Ajax's army Barracks.
"Your Highness, there is something I must report to you immediately—after I dived into the well that day, I discovered some strange things." In the command tent, the burly man Inler, who had finally awoke from his coma, reported to Prince Fairenton as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Speak slowly about this strange thing."
Seeing Inler's tense and serious expression, Fairenton knew that the matter might be very important, so he immediately waved to the guards on either side, telling him to speak slowly.
"Your Highness, this is what happened..."
Inler began to carefully recall what he had seen and heard underwater that day, recounting it in detail.
That day, after being lowered into the well with the rope around his waist, Inler initially found nothing. The water in the makeshift well dug by the Ajax people was not as clear as the centuries-old wells in the Twin Flag City; instead, it was filled with murky silt, making it almost impossible to see anything. However, in order to complete the task Fairenton, Inler gritted his teeth and continued to dive deeper, covering his head.
He finally managed to embed himself at the bottom of the well and discovered that mysterious, boundless body of water.
Inler's swimming skills were simply unbelievable. With a strength of less than Four-Star Class, he completely overcame the enormous water pressure and entered the water.
The water in the mysterious waters is now clear and no longer murky.
Inler could barely make out some things, and when he discovered his surroundings, the shock he felt was indescribable. Who could have imagined that beneath this boundless desert lay such a vast, deep, and mysterious expanse of water?
After calming down, Inler finally realized that the changes above the well were caused by an invisible force stirring the water from below, as if something was imprisoned there and struggling frantically.
Logically, after discovering this, Inler could have returned to the ground and explained the Fairenton.
But this brute was stubborn and inflexible.
He had always wanted to find out what was happening underwater for his prince, so after a moment's thought, he decided to continue diving.
Since the cable around his waist had reached its end, Inler simply pulled out the water-splitting dagger from his waist and cut the cable directly. This is why the cut was perfectly smooth when the people on the ground pulled out the cable later.
First update.