At the end of May, the capital of the North fell and Duke Raven was killed in battle. For a time, the army was leaderless. At this critical moment, Elon Trey, who had been deprived of his inheritance rights before, stood up again and issued an edict to the surviving lords in the North to gather to his location.

Although Elon was deprived of his inheritance rights before, the Duke of Raven has not yet determined a new heir, and no one in the younger generation of the Trey family has a reputation that can compare with his. Therefore, even though his status is no longer as lofty as before, he is the only reliable and convincing choice at the moment.

The remaining troops began to gather, and half a month later, a small number of elite troops carrying Queen Teslin also landed in the high mountain castle where the cold wind was howling, and met the Son of Raven.

Her Majesty the Queen issued an edict, declaring Elon Trey as the new Duke of Raven and confirming the legitimacy of his power, which allowed the North, which was on the verge of fragmentation, to be integrated and gathered again.

Although the Fairywood Organization wanted to intervene and prevent such things from happening, they were exhausted after conquering the Black Crow Territory with great difficulty. They were short of supplies and had suffered heavy casualties. Looking at the land further north, they could only sigh in regret.

By June, the weather had warmed up a bit, and the situation had eased temporarily. Both sides were preparing their forces for the next decisive battle.

Although Fairywood occupied a lot of land in the north, the time was too short. In just 1-2 months, it would take extra energy to appease and stabilize the northern territories with strong resistance will. The long logistics supply routes also limited the power to continue attacking northward.

There are no flat and fast roads nowadays, so many things can only be transported by horse-drawn carriages, which is not fast.

The Black Crow Territory on the front line is currently the front-line military command center of Fairywood.

In the center of the round table in the room is a small pile of wood surrounded by stones, where charcoal and firewood are burning. Sparks appear from time to time, emitting gentle heat and warming the stone-enclosed room.

Several generals, as well as more than a dozen staff officers and senior military officers sat here, discussing the current military situation and strategy.

"It gets colder the further north you go."

"Yes, firewood used for heating has now become an important military supply." A general sighed.

"Many of our soldiers come from the south and are not accustomed to this climate. It's fine for those stationed in the barracks, but it's very difficult for the soldiers who go out for reconnaissance."

Although low-level extraordinary people have a certain ability to resist cold, it is not unlimited. Such behavior will consume a lot of magic power and attention, and it is impossible to balance it with the task.

"Yes, so currently we mostly rely on the assistance of our elven allies to obtain the opposing army's distribution."

Compared with humans, there are many more high-level extraordinary people among elves, and many elves are also good at traveling through the frigid forests, which makes them lighter and faster.

After lamenting the increasingly difficult situation recently, several generals began to formally discuss how to defeat the last forces in the North.

"We thought defeating Duke Raven was the end of the matter, but the enemy still had a trick up their sleeve, causing our strategic goal to fail."

“It’s very uncomfortable, this situation.”

“Things are always so difficult and we need to go all out every step of the way.”

These generals were not like the nobles of the past who were born to sit in high positions. Almost all of them came from common people and had fought directly on the front lines in the early days of the uprising. Their personal experiences made them understand the horror and cruelty of the battlefield.

If absolutely necessary, no one wants to go through this again. This is not a game. The number of people is just a number. Behind it are families, countless laughter and tears, expectations and sighs.

"We learned from the captured soldiers that Duke Raven hadn't intended to escape. With his traditional, conservative ways, running away would have been an extremely shameful act."

"But what happened in the end?" some people asked.

"Then we have to mention our old rival, the equally young general."

"Isaiah? Sure enough, he's the one who came up with this idea. He's not bound by traditional concepts or face. He's an outlier among the nobles."

"He cares about very few people. Perhaps, since he was born into a minor noble family, he doesn't care much about fame and honor. For him, all he needs to do is protect those closest to him."

"So, he will be a tough opponent," another person added.

"Mr. Rock, do you have any good suggestions for Isaiah?"

The conversation turned to the corner of the room, where a man with his face covered by a hat was leaning back in a wooden chair with his eyes closed.

"He and I were friends when we were kids. We've fought against each other in the Eastern and Western Empires, so we know each other quite well. But that doesn't mean I can fully grasp his thinking. I can only offer some advice or ideas so that we don't fall into his traps so easily." He took off his hat and sat up.

After a humble self-introduction, Rock slowly recounted Isaiah's previous deeds and the characteristics and tendencies of his command during the war, which allowed the generals present to slowly find their way.

Unlike the generals of the Empire who graduated from prestigious schools, most of the generals of Fairywood were young, only about 30 years old. After all, the organization was established only recently, and there were few graduates of Emenas in the army, not to mention the top students of the Unfading Bridge Academy. Their military knowledge was the result of continuous summarization by the organization in actual combat, as well as the gradual exploration and practice from the teaching of knowledge.

While they certainly weren't as good as geniuses, their well-organized and disciplined military meant they didn't need to rely on exceptionally clever military strategies to win. Furthermore, if an organized army relied solely on the commander's exceptional talents for victory, it would be a dangerous situation, something to be avoided as a last resort.

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