The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Besides, he knew that Philia was not in any danger.

"But what about Phyllis...?"

Upon hearing this, Lucia lowered her head, and the entire dragon seemed to wilted.

"Other people's lives matter too; I can't only think about one person."

Ron remains the same, once he makes a decision.

No one can change it, not even a dragon!

Chapter 120 Phyllis's Decision! The Witch's Miraculous Life-Giving Water!

After lunch, Ron gave the order for all knights to prepare for a night raid on Valley Territory.

Each person carried two ounces of dry food and a water bag. The place was far from the valley, and it would take until late at night to walk there.

A night raid is imminent, so the marching speed cannot be too fast.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the valley, it is necessary to rest for half an hour to allow the troops to recover to their best condition before venturing out again, so as to minimize battle losses.

Ron had also given the matter of the night raid on the valley territory some thought.

First, the strategic importance of Cryton Valley is too great, as it completely blocks the road from Swamp Territory to Winter City, and it needs to be captured as soon as possible.

Secondly, the Wilson family is a long-standing enemy. Destroying Wilson Gray would definitely boost the family's prestige, and my father and elder brother would be very excited to hear the news.

I will no longer worry about my own affairs.

Actually, several letters had come from home during this period, all expressing concern, but Ron did not tell his family about the current crisis.

After we've accomplished something, we'll give them a surprise.

He was formally granted the title and honors, and his family was invited to come and see his new territory.

Fortunately, if the port is completed next year, we can walk along the coastline and follow the river directly home.

What would normally be a two-week journey could be accomplished in four or five days by water.

Third, Wilson Gray, having arrived at the edge of the swamp territory, must have already noticed something amiss. After all, such a large castle and avenue could be seen by anyone with eyes.

This might alert him, and he might even immediately seek support from the Northern Alliance.

This retreat is definitely not that simple.

A boxer pulls back his fist in preparation for throwing an even stronger punch.

Dealing with Wilson Gray is no problem at all, but if we add a few noble allies, even if we win, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

Fourth, the timing is perfect, because Shemel smelled blood earlier, and guessed that Fria had killed some lone knights. This is when the enemy is at its weakest, which is just the right time to deliver a fatal blow.

On his way back, he deliberately made sure the watchtowers on the mountain saw him retreat, in order to send a message to the enemy that he had returned to his territory.

Wilson Gray never imagined that someone would launch a night raid from dozens of kilometers away.

After all, horses don't have night vision. Unless the full moon is shining brightly and can illuminate their path, they might fall to their deaths at night, let alone fight.

Just two days ago, the full moon passed, and tonight the night sky is only filled with a crescent moon and a few scattered stars.

Therefore, tonight is the best time for a night raid.

Once Wilson Gray, this obstacle, is dealt with, the future development of the territory will no longer be hindered.

Potions, wood, and resources can flow into the territory in a continuous stream.

Another point worth noting is that Wilson Gray is a member of the Northern Alliance, and when a member encounters a crisis, the other lords are expected to provide support.

However, the night raid was swift; before the Northern League could react, Wilson Gray was wiped out.

Ron didn't believe they would wage war against him for a worthless, dead ally.

After all, exploration is not a sex scene; you can't just do whatever you want. If you're not careful, you could end up dead.

Of course, Ron also needs to be wary of the Northern League, because it's better to be safe than sorry.

After dealing with Wilson Gray, have O'Vell use her abilities to build a solid wall in a valley two kilometers wide.

From now on, this valley will be the best barrier for the swamp territory.

"Whoo~"

After considering all this, Ron let out a long sigh of relief.

For some reason, he inexplicably thought of Phyllis. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, and what she was thinking at this moment...

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In the valley, on the outskirts, among the bushes, lay a figure entirely red.

Who else could it be but Fria?

She was well hidden; in front of her were several lush trees, and beside her were bushes as tall as a person.

Fria hid her body inside, and remained hidden for several hours.

Despite her dry mouth and itchy body, she didn't move an inch.

Because she knew that there were several watchtowers on both sides of the valley.

At this moment, even the slightest movement would easily expose one's crimson figure.

So in order to keep it hidden, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure it.

After killing those knights, she originally planned to return to her territory, since she had made such a great contribution and could certainly show it off.

But Philia had heard Ron explain the current predicament of the swamp several times, emphasizing the need to eliminate the enemy as soon as possible.

After much thought, she concluded that the man would not sit idly by and might launch an attack today.

So they decided not to go back, but to lie in ambush near the enemy's camp and wait for the right opportunity.

However, after waiting for quite a while, no one came, and Fria began to doubt whether she had done the right thing.

But having already waited, she figured that given Ron's shamelessness, he might very well resort to a sneak attack under the cover of night.

So let's just wait until tonight to talk about it.

If the man didn't come, she would secretly leave in the middle of the night and return to her territory.

However, the thought that the other party did not come to my rescue without knowing whether I was alive or dead made me feel a pang of sadness.

He's been so concerned about the territory, yet he hasn't cared about my life or death at all...

And that shameless human always makes him do the most dangerous things...

Hard!

The fists and the tail have hardened!

Fria suddenly felt incredibly stupid. She was only helping the other party for three years; there was no need for her to take unnecessary risks.

However, what angered her might not have been the repeated assignments of dangerous tasks, but rather the lack of concern...

That's how people are; once they give and don't get anything in return, they feel bad.

The same goes for the dragon. In Fria's eyes, she had given so much, yet she couldn't even receive a single word of concern...

As expected, I still really hate humans!!!

Despite her frustration and distress, Fria never considered giving up on the mission and remained motionless in place...

Even she herself didn't know why she stayed...

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Time flies, and before we know it, the sun is setting.

This afternoon was the most difficult time for the demi-human women in the territory.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every second felt like a year.

Lucia only ate a few bites of roasted meat at noon and didn't say she was hungry all afternoon. She just stayed quietly with Ovelle.

The thought that her partner might be in danger made her transform into a dragon.

O'Ville was naturally feeling terrible, her mind constantly replaying her past with Philia. The more she recalled those memories, the more painful it became.

They were even more afraid that the other person might be in danger.

Shemel and her daughter Muses were in the same mood all afternoon, so they sat on the sofa on the first floor of the castle, waiting.

They all hoped that Fria was safe and sound, perhaps hiding somewhere or lost and unable to return.

Under no circumstances should you encounter the enemy.

Ron wasn't idle either; he had the kitchen prepare a piece of bread and a pot of water for each soldier.

This was for replenishing energy during the night march; we couldn't eat too much, so each person only got a small piece of bread.

Water is also essential. The night raid will take four or five hours, and without water and bread, the night raid will definitely be much weaker.

After preparing water and bread, Ron began to think about how else he could reduce casualties.