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Latvian Mountain War Zone
The camp location is below.

Alek arrived outside the tent, ready to receive the support personnel sent by headquarters.

Looking at the beautiful and refined woman before him, he was certain that he had never seen such a person in the Night's Watch before.

He blinked and carefully confirmed—[Sky Dragon] Anriville - Level 15.

"Haha, I must be seeing things. I actually saw a giant dragon, and it's level 15 at that. It's here to help us."

It wasn't that Alec was suspicious; he was considered a high-ranking member of the Night Watch, but he had never actually seen this person before, let alone a powerful level 15 support.

The Night Watch is indeed a formidable organization, but its strength is mainly concentrated in its middle and upper-level ranks, while its top-level personnel are truly scarce.

The Night Watch's leadership is well aware that they are severely lacking in legendary combat power, and the "Soul Keepers," organized in small teams, exist precisely to fill this gap.

With their squad's powerful attack capabilities and various combat skills, they were able to hold off or even suppress legendary combatants whose levels weren't too high.

But the existence of level 15...

Logically, he shouldn't have never seen a powerhouse of this caliber before.

In fact it is.

Of the three dragons that still exist, the Undead Dragon has undoubtedly joined the Night's Watch and has even become a key focus for the organization's future development.

Because of the intricate relationship between the Undead Dragon and the Sky Dragon, after some time of private communication, the Sky Dragon also chose to join the Night Watch.

Cana naturally welcomed such a powerful level 15 ally and unhesitatingly allowed him to join the Night Watch.

Currently, only the Earth Dragon, the most powerful and of the same generation as the Alchemist Dragon, has not yet joined.

Whether it's the Sky Dragon or the Abyss Blade Dragon, it's time for them to show their prowess on the battlefield.

Therefore, these two dragons, who had only recently joined and were little known to the outside world, were sent by Kana to suitable battlefields.

Sky Dragon Anriville arrived here.

Anriville, who was relatively mild-mannered, smiled and nodded when she saw Alek in front of her.

“Kana sent me to assist you. If there is anything I can do to help, or if you encounter any difficulties, please let me know.”

It seems the other side is indeed on the Night's Watch's side.

Alek clicked his tongue inwardly, silently wondering where the leader had found such a formidable character. He then respectfully led Anriville into the tent.

After entering the tent, Anliweier sat quietly, her demeanor ethereal and elegant, like a calm lake.

Faced with such a powerful presence, Alek couldn't help but swallow hard and said, "Our current offensive is indeed facing difficulties..."

He briefly described their predicament—the mountains were shrouded in the stench of plague.

Launching an attack under such circumstances would severely damage both the Night's Watch and the relatively strong Combine, significantly hindering the advance of the offensive.

Moreover, it would come at the cost of huge casualties, without necessarily achieving significant results.

For a rational tactical mastermind, such an outcome is clearly unacceptable.

After listening to Alek's question, Anriville nodded slightly.

"This is not difficult for me. I can bestow a blessing upon your warriors, a blessing that will grant them the power of the wind and the sky."

"This force can disperse the plague gas that approaches you and purify the toxins in the air. However, I can sense that the plague in that area has penetrated deep into the ground."

"Even with my blessing, you will still be affected to some extent when you fight in that area; this is unavoidable."

Upon hearing this, Alek's face lit up with joy.

They were somewhat prepared for the impact of the plague caused by environmental factors, which was due to the pollution of the earth and was difficult to completely eliminate.

For them, solving the plague that was spreading everywhere in the air would be like eliminating a major threat.

"No problem, this is good enough."

……

The forest inside the mountain range has already become a plague.

Rats covered in pustules and with slightly deformed bodies patrolled the area, hopping around and carrying various filthy weapons. Their movements still vaguely revealed their rodent characteristics, but their deformed structures made them look like monsters.

"A life of filth gives us a strong body; praise it, welcome the filth that afflicts us, and we become perfect."

The mice prayed intermittently.

Where they pray, there is a bizarre shape twisted from a large tree, and filthy, malevolent forces are corrupting the earth, turning the area into a plague swamp.

"Go quickly and keep an eye on things outside. Those damned Night's Watchmen are still down the mountain."

A plague rat priest squeaked and hopped about, and with each jump, some of the pustules on his body burst, splattering pus everywhere.

Beside it was its powerful subordinate—a two-headed plague rat demon formed by the fusion of two plague rat demons.

This monster is incredibly powerful, possessing a burgeoning plague force within it, and has also received the blessing of the "evil rat."

"It's alright, this is a plague-ridden land."

"They dare not come."

"The plague will bring misfortune upon them."

"Let them be covered in festering sores, howling in agony."

"Rolling on the ground, enjoying the 'growth' of life."

"Praise the father of the plague."

The two heads spoke in unison, one taking turns saying their own words.

The priest ignored their chatter and continued to squeak.

The rats nearby could only obediently continue patrolling the Plague Mountains.

Suddenly, a rat came limping over. Perhaps it was too flustered, because it fell to the ground. The way it slid caused the sores on its body to burst, and the filthy pus splattered all over the ground.

But the surrounding rats paid no attention to it.

"Why are you panicking? You're so impulsive!"

After all, the Father of Plague taught them to remain peaceful.

"It's the Night's Watch! Those two-legged guys have broken in."

"What?!" the Rat Priest shouted suddenly.

They simply couldn't understand why these creatures weren't afraid of the ever-present plague.
However, no one could answer its question.

The location of the battle at this time.

Several elite Night's Watch squads have already infiltrated the area.

Their choice of assault location was not arbitrary.

After all, they were elite troops, and they chose places where plague sores were polluting the mountains and the land.

These things were made by the rats in this defensive area, who used them to pray for power and blessings from the plague.

"The plague is no longer effective! The Father has abandoned us."

"Bullshit, stop them!"

"They must not be allowed to blaspheme the Father."

"It's really not working anymore, run!"

The mice were instantly thrown into chaos.

The plague, which they had placed high hopes on and which gave them great confidence, was now having no effect.

The gentle breeze emanating from the Night Watchman dispersed the approaching eerie green poisonous mist.

The surrounding air even felt fresher.

But for the rats accustomed to the plague-ridden environment, this fresh air was as unbearable as a stench. (End of Chapter)