At the end of May, the army led by the famous general 'Bazel' arrived at the Silver Peak Province. Their continuous flags and camps were spread across the river bank, facing the fortress built on the mountain in the south in the distance.
Because of the previous victory, the 'Fairywood' organization occupied the advantageous terrain here and was able to rely on the terrain and fortresses to resist the enemy.
"It's very solid and has some structure."
Basel used a telescope to observe the tall towers among the opposite mountains and did not put it down for a long time.
He turned and returned to the huge tent, where many high-ranking officers were already waiting.
A detailed and huge map was placed in the middle of the tent, with many newly written symbols and notes on it. It seemed that the layout of the 'Fairywood' organization had already been mastered by them, and this was naturally thanks to the witches serving in the army.
"The attack will begin tomorrow during the day. There's no need to worry about an enemy attack tonight, so everyone should try to arrange for the soldiers to get enough rest."
"Yes, sir." The officers nodded.
Afterwards, Basel assigned tasks and plans to each unit, and the combat meeting ended in an orderly manner.
There were no special speeches or worries. To the general, war was as common as drinking water, and his subordinates were already accustomed to this style.
After the officers left, Bazel sat on the large throne and closed his eyes to rest. At dusk, a witch came outside to ask to see him, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Lord Bazel." The witch first saluted respectfully, then raised her head.
"What is it?"
"We've now completed our reconnaissance of the enemy's deployment, and have also filled in the small gaps that were previously missing."
After reporting the task assigned by the general, the witch paused for a moment, then looked at Basel and said something rather obscure.
"The stars began to move, and the paths of everything we saw were no longer predictable."
"I told you before that you held a crucial destiny, but the irony is that we can no longer see the path ahead. It's as if we are shrouded in fog."
"Oh, is that so." Bazel opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the witch below.
"I have never cared about fate. It is just an excuse and reason that cowards find for themselves."
“If a person truly wishes to move forward, even without any divine intervention, he or she will keep going until they succeed, or die along the way.”
"Too much careful thinking and prediction will only waste your life in vain."
Compared to his usual reticence, this general rarely spoke more. This might be due to his childhood experiences, which made him think about this issue many times.
"I've seen too many people constantly regretting the past and worrying about the future, like worms, going around in circles, yet they still call themselves smart. But in fact, this is just another kind of stupidity."
"Since you say you can't see the trajectory of fate, then serve the army well. Perhaps after victory, I can give you some rewards to make your trip worthwhile."
"With wealth, you can do many things: support your family, indulge in pleasure, fulfill your dreams, and gain a good reputation. So why go to such great lengths to chase some ridiculous fate when the key to changing everything is so simple and direct?"
"Power, wealth, status, and so on. You witches are so smart and extraordinary, aren't you also serving those bigwigs?"
"Back off."
"Yes." The witch bowed her head and took her leave, then slowly walked out of the tent.
She took a deep breath and looked at the high mountains and the fortress on the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds in the distance, and her heart was moved.
She didn't care about the general's words because they were from two different worlds. As a witch, she pursued destiny, knowledge, mystery, and the unknown. Such wishes and goals were rarely understood by others. She had long been accustomed to such misunderstandings.
However, the changes nowadays did make her feel a sense of panic. It was not just the anxiety about this war, but the anxiety about the entire empire and even the world.
Since ancient times, these witches, as followers of the witch, have begun to observe the stars, record time, pass on secret knowledge, and secretly assist and guide the powerful.
They are well aware of the changes in fate. Many heroic epics have many revelations before they begin.
Although we cannot get the whole picture, we can always detect some clues.
For example, the red and white princes, the battle between Cangcui and the Kingdom of Oz, and the later joint confrontation of the seven countries of Xuehua.
But now, they can no longer predict the direction of the future, not only for their group, but also for the sisters in their hometown in the north.
Everything seems to be shrouded in fog, and the road ahead is unclear.
This is a rare era of turmoil, and perhaps it is because many interfering factors have arisen one after another, making the future confusing.
In the past, we could know who was the key person who influenced our destiny, who might bring about huge changes, and when the transformation would come, but now, it is no longer possible.
If this situation continues, I am afraid that the profession of witch will eventually disappear, and will eventually become like those ordinary wizards, with only some extraordinary skills.
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The Third Age, 1706, the Crimson Empire, the southern Silver Peak Province, the Mist and Rain Territory.
Fierce fighting broke out in early summer. General Bazel, who led the Golden Mane Bear Legion, used abundant and fierce artillery fire to break through the defense line at the beginning, and directly blew through the canyon passage, allowing the front army to penetrate the defense line and set up camp behind the enemy.
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