804: Chapter 534 Giant Dragon Coast_3 804: Chapter 534 Giant Dragon Coast_3 Firstly, this place lacks a highly prestigious organization capable of gathering all the city’s rulers, and although the Mask of Dark Night did possess such strength, their modus operandi, inevitably shrouded in secrecy—particularly as they feverishly concealed their true identities—was destined to kindle distrust.
Secondly, trust is the most priceless commodity on the Giant Dragon Coast, unrivaled, with none daring to trust others apart from themselves, especially not the other city rulers.
They feared having been betrayed, perhaps as soon as strategic discussions were settled, or that the etings ant to devise strategies were nothing but traps aid at seizing their powers.
Either way, the situation here turned into a chaotic ss, yet no unified or effective response was ford.
Efanso was the pri example of this.
Because the city itself was already embroiled in war, currently, it was dominated by an Undead Necromancer regi ford by a group of necromancers.
A resistance group nad the Avengers, led by a rcenary corps of the sa na, was actively fighting against this Undead Necromancer rule, striving to bring the governance back under the living.
Two days ago, when the migration army was still over two hundred kiloters away from Efanso, each of these forces sent their envoys separately to request an audience with Gaven.
They could not afford to take this situation lightly.
Twenty thousand people, for Thacel, rely constituted about one-seventh to one-eighth of a large city’s population.
But for the Valley, it was at least three-fourths of the existing population of Battle Valley.
Things were slightly better on the Giant Dragon Coast because it was close to populous nations, constantly experiencing an influx of migrants and wanderers; however, it exceeded the capacity of smaller cities like Efanso.
Excluding the various Undead Soldiers controlled by necromancers, the total population of the city was rely around fifteen thousand.
An army, greater in number than their population, that had been cutting a bloody swathe through the Giant Plains and was directly breaking through to this place, was now marching grandly toward them.
Who wouldn’t tremble with fear?
A slight misstep, and they might find their city under new rulers.
In the migrating army, no one could make such far-reaching decisions in place of Gaven, not even General Kopofiel; hence, they could only be left on hold, following the army until they reached a vacant spot ten kiloters outside Efanso and set up camp there.
After Veranika finished explaining the urgent situation, she asked, “Lord, do you want to see the envoy of the Deceased first?
The representative of the living?
Or neither?”
“Have the horse traders from Anfield Village sent soone over?
Have the warhorses I ordered there been delivered?” Gaven didn’t directly answer Veranika but inquired about a seemingly unrelated matter.
Since the migration army had replenished a large number of gigantic warhorses in the Giant Plains, the demand for packhorses wasn’t as pressing as before.
But the demand for warhorses, especially well-trained ones, was still significant.
Plus, these warhorses weren’t solely for the migrating army’s use; they were also intended as breed stock for the horse farms, with part of them staying in Giant Plains to be handed over to Blood Gorge City, and part being taken back to the Valley.
He needed to first ascertain the whereabouts of these warhorses to decide how to approach the rulers of Efanso.
Veranika thought for a mont, then replied, “Indeed, a mage nad Anbala, claiming to be a representative of the Anfield Village Horse Farm Owner Association, ca one day ago, waiting for an audience with you, my Lord.”
“See him first,” Gaven walked into the Commander-in-Chief’s tent prepared for himself, and settled into the lord’s seat with an authoritative posture.
“Should I summon Commander Kellysha and Commander Leo to accompany us?” Veranika asked.
Calling them to this scene wasn’t for their opinions, but to ensure Gaven’s safety and to subtly show off their military might.
“Since he ca a day ago, there’s no need for that; they probably have already assessed our combat capabilities,” Gaven shook his head, “Having you by my side is enough.”
“Alright.” Veranika thought that made sense; as soon as those visitors arrived with the migration army, anyone with eyes could see the group of Giants and Half-Giant Cavalry roaming the outskirts.
As for Gaven’s safety, there was no need for their protection, anyone daring to provoke him should rather pray for themselves.
Those below the Legendary rank could hardly withstand his “Revenge Triple-Strike,” not to ntion that he now possessed the True Na of a Six-ard Snake Demon, whom he could summon at any mont.
Annoying him could possibly lead him to slaughter the entirety of Efanso on his own, and that wasn’t an impossible outco.
A few minutes later, the people Veranika brought back were not just one person but a group, all familiar faces to Gaven, preventing him from maintaining a haughty deanour.
He involuntarily stood up, took a couple of steps forward, and greeted with a smile, “Mr.
Anbala, lovely ladies, I didn’t expect all of you to co.
How was the journey?
Compared to our contracted schedule, we are half a month late.
I will bear all the ensuing costs incurred; how does that sound?”
These individuals weren’t the horse farm owners from Anfield Village but Mage Anbala and his six female mage apprentices.
Such matters, Mage Anbala alone would have been sufficient; why bring six female mage apprentices all the way over?
Were they playing the sympathy card?
What did they intend to gain from him?
Well, it seed there was quite a bit they could desire, given that with this migration army in his hand, he wasn’t just a re wine rchant or estate owner, but a true warlord capable of conquering territories.
Living his life, he had actually beco the type of person he despised the most.
However, this feeling of holding great power, deciding the fate and life of others, was indeed intoxicating.
No wonder so many were so enamored with power.
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