The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 165 - 98 Victory and Return/Gray Rock Fortress_2

"A chieftain focused only on this wilderness cannot lead the tribe to survive safely."

He snorted after speaking and said, "I am not so old that you need to immediately take my place.

You still have time to grow. If you die out there, it means my judgment was just average."

"You don’t need to tell me that, and who wants to take over as chieftain anyway?"

Raelia snorted disdainfully.

With Abis completely freed from the curse, she would no longer harbor the same hostility towards the tribe as before.

The chieftain ignored her and walked away on his own.

Following him, a group of scar-faced centaurs glanced at Raelia.

"So, are you prepared to submit to a human? To obey their every command?"

"Get lost, don’t push me into beating you up here."

Faced with Raelia’s disdainful tone, the scar-faced centaur snorted and left with the chieftain.

When everyone else had left, Raelia turned around somewhat curiously and looked at her sister.

Abis stared at her: "What’s wrong? Are you wondering why I didn’t speak up to remind you?"

Raelia nodded: "If it were before, you would definitely be there advising me not to speak too harshly, reminding me that he is the chieftain and all. Not to strain relations too much with the tribe."

Today, Abis stood behind but remained unusually silent.

"Because I heard it."

"The wind?"

"Yes, I heard the sound of the wind. The wind is speaking to me, urging me to set off quickly."

As Abis spoke, she waved her hand, and a gentle breeze swirled around them, rustling the grass.

"It seems our choice is the right one," Raelia said with a smile.

Then she became serious: "But before that, you need to rest properly. Once you’ve recovered, we’ll proceed."

"Of course."

...

To the west of the Gray Mountain Range, between the mountains and the Sea Cliff.

Gray Rock Fortress is situated here.

This fortress stands at the narrow passages, directly connecting the roads between the mountains and the Sea Cliff.

At this moment, the fortress is on high alert, facing a situation unprecedented since its construction.

Behind the fortress lies a vast refugee camp.

The refugees there are all those who fled from the Safro Kingdom.

Some priests wearing gray and white robes weave through the refugees, comforting their souls, healing their wounds, and distributing some food to them.

On the fortress’s gate tower.

An elderly man with a gray-white beard holds a massive metal scepter, standing straight and watching the refugees below.

His eyes are full of contemplation.

After watching for a while, the old man asked, "Have you gotten any useful information from these poor refugees?"

A knight in full armor beside him shook his head regretfully: "No, none of the refugees here or those who fled from the Safro Kingdom have any status or position.

The highest status among them is just an ordinary merchant. They know nothing about the Kingdom’s crisis, only that suddenly many monsters began attacking and capturing them.

The only thing known is that these monsters erupted directly from within and were not attacked from the outside.

And every city is in this situation."

Hearing this, the old man sighed. This was old news already known and discussed before.

He turned his head slightly to the other side and asked, "Any news from the Prince?"

Another knight shook his head as well.

"Since the Stone Fist Legion was forced into the fortress, they lost contact with that Count.

We don’t even know how the Count is faring."

"Haven’t scouts been sent in to check the situation?" the old man asked, puzzled.

Cut-off communication, but it shouldn’t be so isolated that we lose all knowledge of an ally’s situation.

"Bishop, you might not be fully aware of the enemy since you’ve just arrived. Those monsters are extremely sensitive to the scent of normal people, and their scouting abilities are unusually powerful.

All the scouts sent in were wiped out before advancing even 30 miles in, and very few returned.

They couldn’t even figure out how they were discovered."

Hearing this, the Bishop shook his head, sighed, and turned to look in the direction of the Safro Kingdom.

"That place is shrouded in deep darkness, harboring ill intentions, and is likely to be our enemy.

Yet we know nothing about the enemy, which is truly unsettling."

As he spoke, he noticed the odd expression of another knight beside him and asked, "Do you have something to say? Don’t hesitate, just tell me."

The knight nodded, "In my regiment, there was a Holy Knight who got separated from us during the sudden enemy attack and communication cut-off.

According to the situation, if she was lucky, she might have been forced to stay by the Count’s side."

"Who is it?"

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"Anita? That name sounds familiar," the Bishop frowned as he recalled.

The knight beside reminded him, "The Saintess."

"Ah, I remember. She’s one of the guardian knights of the Saintess."

The knight beside him nodded.

The Bishop looked at him, "Did the Saintess inquire about it?"

The knight shook his head, "No, the Saintess might not even know this news."

"Hmm... a bit troublesome."

At this moment, a Church soldier ran up quickly.

"Lords, a Holy Knight has returned."