When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 805 - 756: Tomorrow, the Final Battle!

Looking at the houses that were as desolate as ruins, Moliat led the horse with a composed expression.

Soon after, Lannes came up to him and said, "Your Highness, we haven't found any survivors. They must have left five days or even a week ago."

"A week ago..." Moliat squatted down, pinched up a handful of black ash, "We defeated the Broken Stone Plain army just five days ago. Could they predict it?"

"I don't know," Lannes was just as puzzled, "These houses were burned at least five days ago, at the very least five."

This was a village in the Nanbo River Valley, and at this moment, it seemed like the Fire Prison had revived.

Some of the oats in the farmland had been harvested earlier, leaving only a stubble of thorny stems.

The rest couldn't be harvested in time and were simply set on fire.

The sheep pens had all been torn down, and the ground still bore chaotic hoof marks.

The thatched huts made of mud and branches now stood as nothing more than waist-high remnants of walls.

A warm breeze blew through, making the bronze bell at the village entrance jingle.

This was the only intact item in the village, now hanging by just a single strand of twine, ready to fall at any moment.

No need to think further, Moliat knew this was definitely the work of those Broken Stone Primordial Knights.

Since yesterday, there has been no village or small town on either side of the Nanbo River Valley that could provide supplies.

Most villages and towns have ended up in this miserable state, with some residents having been relocated and others massacred.

The only ones left unharmed were probably the villages and towns by the Nao'an River.

As Moliat was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a scream.

"It's the Sheep God! The Sheep God is angry!" A shocked and frantic voice suddenly shouted from the village.

A scrawny shepherd, with dark circles under his eyes, shivered as he pointed at an upside-down sheep skull, "The Sheep God rides a crane!"

"Why is it this rumor again," Moliat waved his hand impatiently, "Take him away, take him away."

Kaler could never have imagined that this bizarre rumor would have spread among all the shepherds in just three days.

Even though they were extremely cautious, the rumor still reached Moliat's ears in the end.

Regarding such folk sayings, Moliat despised them but had to take them seriously.

Moliat was too familiar with them; even the Thousand River Valley People were quite superstitious.

Horn was able to easily gain military power with an absurd Holy Father descent, and it would be trouble if someone learned from him to cause issues.

Moliat personally conducted a series of mind-reading investigations, nearly driving himself insane, and finally identified a few sources of the rumor.

Unfortunately, they were either crazy old people whose minds couldn't be read, or children who had been bribed with honey candy.

But it was basically certain that the Broken Stone Primordials were up to some conspiracy.

Moliat no longer wanted to be bothered by these matters, so he simply decided to suppress it forcefully; whoever mentioned it would get a lash.

This shepherd dared to mention it in front of Moliat and was immediately whipped six times in a second by the three officers beside him.

One of the officers even shouted, "Hey, you're courting death, brat!" and kicked him to the ground.

Other officers swung their fists and pummeled the peasant on the head, immediately swelling it into a bruise.

"Enough," it was Moliat who finally halted them, "It was just a shout, why hit him so much? Give him two Dinars and let him leave."

"Consider yourself lucky to meet our kind-hearted Lord Moliat."

The shepherd stumbled away, but Moliat was not so easily relieved.

From these clues, she could basically deduce the movements of the Shattered Stone Nobles.

The first move was the scorched earth policy, not only harvesting the fields and taking away sheep and people but also burning houses.

This was mainly to prevent Moliat from using ready-made timber to build siege engines.

The second move was spreading rumors, making up the ambiguous "Sheep God" rumor to shake the morale.

The third move was concealing strength; so far, no Titled Knights from the Broken Stone side had appeared.

The number of Imperial Knights (Red Feather Arrow Knights) on the previous battlefield was much fewer than expected.

Many bodies with the title of Imperial Knights, when dissected by the Wizards, were found not to have the power of Imperial Knights at all.

It is estimated that it is for the final battle, to confront her in the end.

How naive, do they think such tricks would work?

Shaking her head, Moliat spoke to Lannes with a hint of mockery, "These are just flashing tricks, feeling even less than Banifus."

"After all, the most knowledgeable Duke of Redwood was caught by you," Lannes laughed along, "The others have no experience in large-scale warfare, let alone the ability to command large corps; it's too normal to end up like this."

Moliat gave no reply, merely glanced around the village, sighed, and mounted her warhorse, "Let's go back to camp."

Crossing through mounds and creeks, Moliat and her party finally emerged from a tributary of the river valley.

Due to the lack of sufficient manpower and materials, they had to rely on supply ships, advancing north along the Nao'an River.

Thus, Moliat's camp was set in a riverside town only 30 miles away from Yan Beach City.

The remaining journey could be completed in a day.

Today was the last day before the battle.

Exiting the valley, they arrived at the suddenly open river valley plain area.

The golden light of the sunset cleaved the clouds, with the colorful glow like ribbons layering around the clouds.

Water mills and windmills turned, while shepherds and merchants nervously watched the marching black army.

The bold ones even dared to sell soap and potions to the soldiers.

On both sides of the road, the glow turned the once yellow-green oat fields into gold, brushing gently with the river wind, making a clattering collision sound.

Beneath tall ash trees lay moss-covered rocks, and on the pebble-paved creek paths, a few barefoot soldiers with fresh fish on reed strings sang loudly.

"Lilacs bloom in Father's garden..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"All the birds in the world nest here..."

"The blonde girl once by my side can have a good sleep..."

Listening to the singing from the riverbank, Moliat turned and asked the Attendant Officer, "What is this song?"

"This is a ballad that started spreading last year, called 'The Blonde Girl by My Side.' It sings of homesickness and longing for one's first love," the Attendant Officer carefully chose his words, "They say it was composed by university students in the ry Court Barracks and has spread widely."

"Everyone misses home," Moliat muttered.

This was different from the previous battles in the Thousand River Valley; those were fought in front of one's doorstep or even inside one's home.

For those soldiers who had never left their villages in their lives, the Shattered Stone Plain was indeed an unfamiliar and distant land.

"Do I need to stop them?" the Attendant Officer asked quietly.

Taking a deep breath, Moliat shook her head, "No need, let them sing. Anyway, tomorrow we'll attack Yan Beach City, the final battle!"