Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 385: -134- Begin the Battle!_2

Chapter 385: -134- Begin the Battle!_2

After Charlotte had transformed Count Gaston and his son into Blood Servants, the scales of the rebellion tipped completely.

And interestingly, when Audis visited the rebel leadership, the leader of the rebels even proposed to Audis that they could take advantage of the night’s darkness and coordinate with the Tulip’s army to launch a night raid on Castel’s camp.

And it seemed that the rebels had been planning to do just that.

Of course, the proposal was rejected by Audis.

The reason being that the Tulip’s army was not yet ready for battle.

After a long journey, the armor of the Extraordinary Soldiers had not yet been fully charged, and they were not in a position to deploy the Magic Energy Formation, preventing them from inflicting effective damage on Castel’s troops.

"Who is the leader of the rebels?"

Charlotte couldn’t help but ask after hearing Audis’s report.

The suggestion of a night raid had indeed startled her.

It had to be said that the rebel commander was quite astute; if they really had launched a night raid against Castel’s forces, it would have been quite troublesome.

Even though Castel could lay traps in advance, they could at most only eliminate the rebels’ raiding troops. And only small elite units could carry out nocturnal raids, so for Charlotte, even if she annihilated the enemy, it would be meaningless.

"It’s a Baron from the Legris Family, named Chait."

Audis replied.

"Chait? It’s him?"

Baron Angus slightly raised his eyebrows.

A hint of curiosity stirred in Charlotte:

"Who is he?"

Baron Angus respectfully answered:

"Count, it should be Chait de Legris, he is Lola’s half-brother by the same father, a bastard son of the former Viscount Legris, a young man with considerable command talent."

"They say that in the past few years he led the Legris Family’s private troops to overcome greater numbers time and again, defeating Northern Territory pirates that raided southward."

Charlotte nodded slightly after hearing Baron Angus’s introduction.

"It is a pity that such talent stands against Castel."

Sebastian chimed in with a smile, seizing the opportunity to flatter:

"Master, to speak of talent, you are the most formidable."

"Compared to you, the new generation of the Legris Family pales in comparison. No matter how talented he is, he’s still fallen into your trap..."

Charlotte didn’t bother to engage with Sebastian’s flattery; this fellow had become even more unrestrained since following her, missing no opportunity to suck up.

"Lord Audis, you didn’t see Lola among the rebels?"

At that moment, Viscount Lien Castel suddenly spoke, asking a question.

Audis was startled:

"Lola? The female Viscount of the Legris Family? No, I did not."

He shook his head.

Charlotte keenly noticed that Viscount Lien Castel’s brow furrowed slightly after hearing Audis’s reply, and he fell into thought.

"Viscount, is there a problem?"

Charlotte inquired.

The Old Viscount hesitated, then said:

"No, it’s just... strange. I remember that because of concerns over family succession, Lola has always been very wary of her half-brother, yet now it seems she has allowed him to lead an army on his own..."

"It seems that something must have happened within the Legris Family that we are not aware of."

This stirred something in Charlotte’s thoughts.

She recalled some information that had trickled back since Nisi had recently "defected" to the Legris Family.

Reportedly, after its "surrender," it hadn’t seen the higher-ups of the Legris Family, but... it had often seen a woman named Odosia.

Or more precisely, a Black Dragon transformed into a woman’s shape.

It seemed that many of the rebel high command’s orders were conveyed through that Black Dragon.

"Audis, is there a woman named Odosia among the rebels?"

Charlotte asked.

Audis paused briefly, then respectfully answered:

"I don’t seem to have seen that."

"Have you not..."

Charlotte pondered.

"Count, have you noticed any problems?"

Baron Angus inquired.

Charlotte thought for a moment, then shook his head,

"No, nothing, just a bit curious about the movements of the rebel high command."

...

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, as dawn just broke, the Castel Alliance Army’s camp began to operate slowly like a gigantic war machine.

After a night’s rest, the soldiers’ spirits had recovered. After consuming a breakfast composed of dark bread, dried meat, and ale, the troops from each noble family began their battle preparations in earnest.

Light cavalry, waving the Castel’s black Eagle Flag, moved through the small camps of various noble families, delivering messages, while the nobles themselves raised their family flags and began to arrange their ranks and count their soldiers.

Charlotte stood atop a nearby hill; the high ground provided a complete view of her own camp, and more than that, she could see the riverbank rebel camp and the patrolling soldiers within.

Of course, the most amazing sight was the alliance army’s camp itself. Being within the camp may not provide an immediate realization, but from the hill’s vantage point, one could fully appreciate the spectacle of tens of thousands of troops.

Under the waving of numerous flags, the armies from different noble families flowed like rivers, continuously merging and converging into fully formed formations.

The sun gradually rose from the unending forest on the horizon, spreading its golden sunshine across the land.

The winding Don River, like a ribbon sparkling with golden light, shimmered in the sunlight.

The allied forces also gleamed in the sunlight, which was the reflection of armor worn by the nobles and soldiers.

Through the equipment they wore, Charlotte could clearly distinguish who were nobles, who were private soldiers, and who were conscripted peasant soldiers.

Worth mentioning, in every formation composed of the Noble Alliance Army, the nobles were always at the forefront. They wore exquisite armor, some rode on tall, majestic horses, while others simply marched on foot.

Behind them came their following knights and private soldiers, with the conscripted peasant soldiers at the rear.

Of course, the knights following the nobles were much fewer than before.

Most had been summoned to join Count Gaston’s and the Tulip Cavalry troops for maneuvers meant to deceive and stage ambushes.

What was left behind were just some trusted aides.

Seeing these nobles who led from the front, Charlotte couldn’t help but exclaim,

"The nobles of the Northern Land... truly do love to charge at the frontline in war!"

"Master, it’s not just the nobles of the Northern Land, but nobles across the entire human world are like this. In war, those who hold transcendent powers are always at the forefront. It is said to be part of the ’knight spirit’ that the human nobility adheres to, the tenet of ’valor,’ and a source of their honor and pride," Sebastian respectfully said as he held an umbrella for shade beside Charlotte.

"Knight spirit, huh..."

Charlotte muttered to herself, murmuring,

"It’s baffling how commanders charge so far ahead, do they not fear losing control of the larger situation by getting too caught up in local combat..."

"Master, the human nobles have always been like this. It allows them to maximize their transcendent powers. If there were any nobles who holed up in the back, they would actually be mocked by their peers," Sebastian said with a smile.

Charlotte shook her head, criticizing,

"No wonder Angus made sure to issue all his instructions clearly from the beginning. He only plans to use the horn for simple communications once the war starts..."

"It seems like he never expected to be able to move these frenzy-charged nobles around obediently once the fighting broke out."

Sebastian shrugged,

"There’s no help for it; this is the art of human warfare."

Charlotte listened, frowned slightly, and then shook her head,

"No, this is Mireya’s art of warfare."

And at that moment, the deep and ancient sound of the horn carried across, resounding through the skies.

Charlotte’s heart stirred.

This was the sound of the horn for battle to commence.

The fight between the allied forces and the rebels was about to begin.