Chapter 631 This time... there are quite a lot

On the vast plains, a well-trained army was marching. A light autumn rain fell, dampening the red cross-star flags in the ranks.

The red cross is the symbol of the Templar Army, and this force marching rapidly in the rain is the Templar expeditionary force led by Heatherine.

"Your Highness Heatherine, this is an urgent message from the front." A messenger ran from afar and handed the letter to Heatherine.

Heatherine opened the letter, read it carefully, and after a brief consideration, made a decision: "Tannison, have the soldiers set up camp and rest, send out scouts to search the northeast, and tomorrow we will turn towards St. Petersburg!"

Tannison was a commoner high knight whom Heather had personally promoted and was extremely loyal to her. After hearing Heather's instructions, he first ordered his knights to carry out the order, and then asked Heather with some doubt, "Your Highness, aren't we going to Moscow?"

This time, Heatherine led her Royal Guard and 30,000 Templar troops on an eastward expedition, with the slogan of conquering Moscow. Now, however, Heatherine has turned her attention to St. Petersburg in the north. Tennyson privately inquired about the reason so that he could explain it to his soldiers.

"Arthas has already left Moscow, and the main forces of four of the seven orc clans have gathered in St. Petersburg. What are we still going to Moscow for? As long as we defeat Arthas and the main force of the orcs, won't Moscow be a garden for us to roam freely?"

Tennyson was first stunned, then deeply awed. He paid his respects to Heather and vowed to follow the path of light to the death, to bring evil Moscow back to the embrace of justice.

Further north of St. Petersburg, the Elven army was also cautiously advancing south, though its size was far smaller than that of the Orc army.

"Our main force won't arrive for at least another month. Isn't it a bit premature to engage in a decisive battle with the orcs now?"

"They won't be able to come for a month, but I didn't expect... that you, Nelia, can be afraid too?"

The Elven fleet left Oslo more than a month ago, and has only just arrived in the New World. Even if a second group of Elves boards the ship immediately, it will take nearly two months to return, since sailing empty and sailing heavily loaded are two different things.

"As the Elf King of the Royal Court, I must be responsible for my people. Qin Mo, were you just mocking me for being a coward? I said before that I would give you a chance to challenge me, and if you win, I will hand over the position of chieftain to you!"

Upon learning that all four orc clans had dispatched their main forces to St. Petersburg, the brave and decisive Nelia showed caution for the first time, only to be ridiculed by Qin Mo. Then she became irritable and shouted that she wanted to drag Qin Mo out for a duel.

"Uh... Nelia, why are you so angry lately... Mom, do you think I was being sarcastic about my cousin just now? No, I don't think so!"

"Yes! I also think you've been acting a bit off lately, Nelia. I assure you, Xiao Mo didn't mean to be sarcastic!"

As it turns out, Qin Mo was the "coward" who would run to her parents to settle things whenever she encountered a problem. Of course, the other party had to be a stunning beauty, otherwise Qin Mo would make sure she knew what it meant to "watch out for your chrysanthemum".

Luna, suppressing a laugh, willingly stepped in to calm the irritable Nelia. Nelia had been throwing tantrums at Qin Mo more than once or twice in the past few days, and the reason for it all stemmed from Isabel.

Originally, Nelia was not very enthusiastic about her aunt Luna's matchmaking efforts. Even with Qilina's provocation, she only snatched a flower crown from Qin Mo out of spite.

But Isabel's sudden appearance made her inexplicably nervous. A beautiful woman who was no less beautiful, cultured, or of higher status than Nelia, and even more skilled in fighting, was by Qin Mo's side all day long, and was openly and secretly indicating that she had an ambiguous relationship with Qin Mo. This gave Nelia a feeling she had never experienced before.

It was like a toy she didn't really care about, but now someone was asking for an exorbitant price, and the toy was smugly looking down on her for being an ignorant fool. This feeling made Nelia feel incredibly frustrated and angry.

"Ahem! Actually, Nelia, you can rest assured. We still have an advantage in terms of Saint-level experts. As for the orc army, they are nothing to worry about."

“Your Excellency Qin Mo, according to you, the orcish high priests Blackhan and Fenris have died at the hands of Arthas. So the orcs should still have five high priests left. Adding Arthas, we are not at an advantage in terms of holy-level power…” an elder of the royal court said worriedly.

“We already have five Saint-level experts in our royal court, and with Isabel added, we are no longer at a disadvantage! In addition, we have other reinforcements that will arrive near St. Petersburg soon, so when I say we have the advantage, we have the advantage.”

Nelia and the elders of the royal court all looked at Isabel. In the battle a few days ago, she and Qin Mo didn't lift a finger. Could they be relied on in the great battle to come?

Everyone was looking at Isabel, and Isabel turned to look at Qin Mo, her meaning quite clear.

"You don't need to look at me like that. I have a deep grudge against Arthas. Even if I don't go after him, he will still come to kill me!"

"Oh! I'll stay by your side!" Isabel finally spoke, a simple sentence that gave Qin Mo a sense of security.

The elders of the Elven Court felt much more at ease, and they began to discuss the details of the great battle in detail, striving to ensure that nothing went wrong.

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