Chapter 1037 - Massacre On the Snow-covered Plains (1/2)
Chapter 1037: Massacre On the Snow-covered Plains
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After appointing roles to everyone, they spoke their oaths out loud as per Roland’s request.
This was the first time the officials had to go through such a process. However, as surprised as they were, they still followed their King’s orders without delay, with their chest held high.
The oath itself was nothing special: “Loyal to the King, dedicated to your duty.” These were the words that all the officials would say, but speaking them out loud on a formal occasion in front of a crowd had a dramatically different effect. These words seemed to have come to life and reverberated in everyone’s minds.
Roland knew then that they were slowly uniting as one.
“Now that you have passed the ceremony, let’s get started.” Roland rose from his throne and slapped the map behind him, “We shall eliminate all threat of the demons in the Fertile Plains and ensure that the northwestern side of Neverwinter is safe for us to build the foundation for humanity’s mass migration back to the plains.”
The two defeats humanity had suffered previously had pushed humanity up against a wall with the ocean at their back and nowhere to escape. Marching West was now their only way forward, both for the acquisition of more resources and as a strategic move against the demons.
The First Army must gain control of the Taquila ruins if the people of Greycastle were to settle in the plains properly. Without a source of God’s stones, the demons would not be able to build their obelisks, and Greycastle could then safely expand its borders. This would give them the chance to either continue on with Graycastle’s development or prepare a counterattack on the demons.
After all, humans were not restricted by the red mist.
With technology development, the First Amy’s weapons’ effective range would also improve.
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Everyone shouted.
After the meeting, Roland went back to his office, and Nightingale served him red tea that she had prepared beforehand.
“Good work.”
She had a carefree expression on and the dried fish that was dangling from her mouth meant that she was in a good mood.
“Ah… Thank you,” Roland picked up the fragrant tea. He suddenly recalled the words that Anna had said last night and gazed at Nightingale.
What was the promise that Anna talked about? She did not explain in detail last night, but Nightingale was present at both the inauguration ceremony in the morning and the wedding in the evening. It did not seem like she had time to fulfill any sort of a “promise”.
This issue still puzzled him.
Also, Roland felt that if he asked them directly, no one would give him an answer.
“What’s wrong?” At that moment, Roland heard Nightingale’s voice next to his ear, “Do you think I look good today?”
“No … Ermm,” He quickly sipped his tea to cover up his bewildered expression, “I mean, not bad…”
“So do I look good or not?” Nightingale leaned down and looked Roland deep in the eyes. Roland could smell the sweet smell of her hair. “Your heart is in turmoil,” Nightingale observed.
Before he could reply, she went away and leaned on a chair, chewing her dried fish, seemingly pleased with herself.
Realizing that she was only teasing him, Roland shook his head, yet at the same felt glad that she didn’t pursue the matter.
However, one thing was certain.
She was still the Nightingale he had always known.
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Western Region, in the sky above the snow-covered Barbarian Lands.
“What is our current speed?”
No reply.
Lighting could only hear the sound of wind gushing past her ear and she could hardly even open her mouth. If she tried to speak right now, her tongue would probably be torn apart by the headwind. She had no choice but to synchronize with her magic power.