Seeing Lviv's seemingly understanding yet confused expression, Norton lost his enthusiasm. Indeed, the two seemed to get along well, but their backgrounds were different, and their priorities were different. Norton was so concerned about the ownership of this land because his aunt had unexpectedly taken a liking to the beautiful daughter of the Lunlang family. And this daughter was his cousin's betrothed.
Of course, the fact that this land had become Donic's property didn't affect him much. However, he had to perform well at this time, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to his strict aunt when he returned.
"General, you need to take action now. Otherwise, if you go back and do nothing, how will you get a reward? The brothers who follow you won't get any benefits, so why will they continue to follow you?"
Lviv suddenly realized, "But if we send troops now, who will we fight?"
Seeing that Lviv was on the right track, Norton leaned closer and whispered, "It doesn't matter who you fight. What matters is that you sent troops to chase after the fleeing elves. That's the most important thing."
Lviv nodded repeatedly. It was a cost-effective idea; if they couldn't catch up, it was because the elves were fast, and it would be foolish of them not to. As for the fact that the land had already been occupied by Donic, that had nothing to do with him. With the war at this point, being able to chase after the elves seemed like a good opportunity to turn the tide.
"Let's get going!" Lviv excitedly put on his helmet and strode out of the tent.
Norton didn't follow them out; instead, he beckoned the scout back over.
"How many men does Donic have?" Norton asked sternly, staring at the scout.
"Sir, I really don't know the exact number of soldiers, but I saw at least ten flags, which means there were at least a thousand men..."
Norton was taken aback. So many people—that was indeed going to be difficult. But where did the Donic family get so many people?
How many people are chasing after you?
The scout thought for a moment, then reported, "Sir, there are about thirty or forty cavalrymen. I can't say for sure, but it's definitely less than fifty, but more than thirty."
"Are they a cavalry unit? Or did they surround us from all sides?"
"There was only one cavalry unit. Oh right, there was another cavalry unit, slightly larger in number, but they didn't pursue."
Norton clasped his hands together and rubbed them incessantly, carefully considering the scout's words.
"Even with ten flags, they might not all be intact. Such a small cavalry force dared to pursue... no, it should be said that the cavalry force consisted of only such a small number of men..."
“One more thing, sir,” the scout swallowed hard, “the people chasing me aren’t human, they’re Aruru. But they’re wearing armor, so they seem to be mercenaries…”
Norton's eyes lit up upon hearing this, as if a lost person had discovered a ray of light in the darkness.
"Hahaha, this is really interesting. I was wondering how someone could still be chasing someone after fighting like this. Turns out it's not that he's brave, it's that he's fearless." Norton sighed, secretly making up his mind, "This time, it seems I have to take a gamble."
Lviv and Norton led all their soldiers out to pursue the vanished elven forces. Norton, however, opportunely requested to split their forces and pursue the remaining elven troops on the other side. Lviv, confident he had guessed Norton's ulterior motive of seeking some military merit, smiled and agreed to the request.
Norton then led a force of over a thousand men in a grand march toward Fort Dorniz, which had just been taken over by Donic's forces.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Sald and Tedler each led their troops to the walls of Donic.
On the towers of Donic Castle, flags with yellow backgrounds and scales were planted all over the castle.
Sald looked at Tedler, "How many days have passed since your scouts discovered this, until we arrived at the city walls?"
"My lord, it's been three days. Today is the third day."
"Three days... It's only been ten days since I told you to set off..."
Tedler frowned slightly. The statement of ten days seemed somewhat vague; eight days was more accurate. Tedler was puzzled. The Duke was very sensitive to time and would never use such a vague description.
“Go, send someone into the city and tell that little girl in Donic's that I've come to see her…”
Unlike the peaceful scene outside Donic, the atmosphere outside Dornizburg was much more lively.
Yun Zhe and Cyrus, the general of the Aruru people, stood together on the high platform, gazing into the distance. Smoke and dust billowed there, and thousands of people were rushing towards them.
General Cyrus is somewhat unique among the Aruru people; his father was an elf, and his mother was human. Therefore, he is taller and has a more elven appearance.
Cyrus looked at the Aluru beside him, filled with curiosity. This Aluru was young, but judging from his behavior and the rumors, he possessed wisdom and abilities beyond his years. And, most remarkably, his grasp and judgment of the situation were remarkably accurate.
When troop deployment was being arranged, he singled out and insisted on transferring the main mercenary force to the south. The prevailing opinion was to distribute the troops equally between the two sides, or even give Donic a larger share. However, he argued that seizing territory meant being prepared for war, and having too few soldiers could lead to losing both land and people. Now, looking at the soldiers surging towards the city, one truly admires his judgment.
But wouldn't Donic City be in a different state? Cyrus looked at Yun Zhe and voiced his concerns.
"If the situation outside Donic is similar right now, what will happen to Donic?"
"That shows that Sald lacks the most basic political wisdom. It doesn't matter if he can't win, he can just run away. But Duke Sald's reputation is not so easy to salvage."
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