Chapter 1547: 520. Wholehearted pursuit of victory in battles where victory is impossible – [Monthly Ticket Additional Chapter 2/10] _2
“Stick Brother, do you think… the Black Disaster eting will break through to Transylvania?”
“Hm?”
This question made Stick Brother look at Ayu with surprise, and he said with a smile:
“What’s up? Scared?”
“Only a dog would be scared!”
Ayu retorted with a stiff neck:
“I’m not scared, it’s just that… how do I put it? We are few in numbers. Even if we manage to gather 3000 people before the war starts, compared to the millions in the Black Disaster, it won’t make a difference. I’m not afraid of fighting in Transylvania Lands, but I’m afraid that if we can’t hold them back and the Black Disaster breaks through, everything we’ve worked for will be destroyed.
Crimson Castle doesn’t even have walls!
If this place falls, all those NPCs still celebrating in the square outside will die, but they only have one life!
Once they die, it’s all over.”
“I understand.”
Stick Brother smiled and waved his hand as he spoke:
“But war isn’t as you think, a set-up where both sides just slash at each other one-on-one. Most of the ti, wars aren’t as romantic as you think. By the ti the decisive battle cos, everything is already settled, and the final battle is just a formality to confirm the outco.
It’s rare for a war with an initial disadvantage to turn around in a decisive battle; such cases are famous precisely because they’re so unlikely.
Sir Morphy and General Maxim already have a fairly complete strategy. As long as we execute perfectly at every step, the situation you worry about won’t happen.
No matter how many Wolf People there are, the battlefield is only so large; they can’t all fit.
With equal attrition in symtrical warfare, having 3000 undead warriors is already a significant advantage, so don’t worry. Just follow orders and do your part.”
“Mm.”
Ayu nodded.
He didn’t know where Stick Brother’s confidence ca from, but in that mont, he chose to believe in Stick Brother.
anwhile, in a secluded part of the city’s sewers, Orchid was emotionlessly watching the battered and bruised Yuan Mou whom she had beaten up, leaning on her own shield.
The latter initially wanted to resist a bit, but quickly succumbed under the rciless oppression of Orchid, who would soon beco a mber of the “Nordic Shield Guard” and eventually “Nordic Royal Guard”.
“You’ve hit , vented your anger, now can you give a chance to talk?”
Yuan Mou leaned against the pile of burning bonfires. While twitching his mouth applying the potion Orchid threw at him on his wounds, he said:
“I think we should talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
Orchid said sternly:
“Plus, the potion I gave you is to be drunk, not applied.”
“Oh, it’s my first ti using it; don’t mind being a bumpkin.”
Although Yuan Mou had been beaten up, his mood seed quite good. He knew very well, like looking into a clear mirror, that if Orchid really intended to have no further relationship with him, she wouldn’t have shown up today.
Since she did co, it ans there was still sothing to talk about.
“You made your words so final back then… Why have you co now?”
After a few minutes of silence, Orchid put her shield down on the ground, sat on it, and watched the flickering flas in front of her. She muttered:
“Planning to play out a soap opera? Do you think I’m the kind of naive girl who’ll go back with you happily when you utter so sweet words? You know, after leaving you, I’ve lived happily, following the lifestyle I desire without paying attention to what others say.
The kind of life I once described to you, one that you thought floated in the air and felt totally unstable and nearly impossible.
I’ve left my footprints at Lake Baikal, visited the ancient, unchanged landscapes of South Arica’s jungles, encountered adorable penguins on the Antarctic plains, and stayed in a Berber tent across the Sahara, listening to the sand blow in the night.
I’ve had a wonderful life.
It turns out, I’m stronger than I thought. I don’t need soone by my side to travel the world.
So, you can go back.
I’ve gotten used to being alone, I…”
“Stop!”
Yuan Mou listened to Orchid’s story with a patient smile until she was about to say sothing hurtful, raising his hands in a pause gesture.
He said seriously:
“I’m not here to ask for your forgiveness, nor did I co to drag you back to an ordinary life. Brother Huozi corrected my terrible idea, making realize I never truly understood your ideals.
So, imagine as a traveler who has strayed into a strange world.
You continue your journey, and I’ll start mine.
Perhaps one day in the future, we might et sowhere on this unknown continent, like two ships lost at sea that will eventually find each other as long as they don’t sink.”
These words made Orchid widen her eyes.
After several seconds, she burst into laughter. This was the first ti she had smiled since eting Yuan Mou. She stretched, then stood up, slinging her Forest Heart Shield onto her back.
As she walked towards the exit of the sewers, she waved her hand and said:
“You really have changed a lot. The old you couldn’t have said such emotional words.”
“That’s right.”
Mr. Yuan stood up from the bonfire, swallowed the rest of the potion, and said as he wiped his mouth:
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