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"Is it high?" Andrei glanced at him.

"We didn't know Baron Ron's strength before, but now that we do, we definitely can't let him suffer a loss."

The middle-aged lord looked embarrassed and didn't refute it further.

With no one raising any objections, the atmosphere became much better.

Ron put down his glass.

"The matter of payment is not urgent. I want to understand the Earl's troop deployment first."

Andrei waved his hand, and his adjutant unfurled a map. The map marked the castles, troops, granaries, and defenses of the count's territory.

"The Earl of Greystone's castle is located in the south-central part of Greystone Wasteland. The castle walls are high and thick, and the moat is deep, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack."

His territory had three official knights—the Earl himself, Captain Herman of the Guard, and his nephew Xavier.

Furthermore, according to intelligence, he has recruited quite a few wandering knights, but it's uncertain whether any are Tier 1.

"Where are the troops?"

"The standing army numbered two thousand, and with the serfs temporarily conscripted, the total came to three thousand. There were also nearly a hundred knights and squires."

Andrei pointed to the map: "The enemy's strategy is to attack the eastern front first, because the eastern front has the most lords and the richest territories."

On the western front, he left a portion of his troops to hold them back, intending to deal with us after the eastern front was captured.

Ron stared at the map, tapping his fingers on the table: "How did you guys fight before?"

"We'll just have to tough it out," Andrei said with a wry smile.

"He attacks, we defend. We have no official knights, so we dare not go out of the city to fight in the open; we can only rely on the city walls."

"With our superior numbers and the city walls, he can't do anything to us, but we can't hurt him either."

"But if this drags on, the pressure on the east will be too great, which is why we asked you for help."

After the other party explained, Ron understood.

The Allied forces wanted to use this to restrain the enemy's regular knights and hopefully gain an advantage.

This puts some pressure on the count.

After Ron understood, he said with ease:

"Then I'll deal with the opposing regular knights. With your forces combined, can we launch a counterattack?"

Andrei confidently declared, "Absolutely!"

The enemy force is only a thousand strong. We are only worried about being beheaded by their regular knights if we go out into the open to fight, which is why we have been relying on the city for defense.

"If you, Baron Ron, can suppress Herman, our combined forces will definitely be able to reach his homeland."

With Ron joining the team.

The battle at Storm's End was much easier.

The opposing knight, Herman, was only a mid-tier Tier 1, and Abaddon, with the help of his war ram, was able to fight him on equal terms.

Although he came back covered in injuries every day, with Ron's original fluid, he was able to charge back up with renewed vigor the next day.

On the contrary, the intense life-and-death battles every day allowed Abaddon's fighting spirit to condense rapidly.

He broke through ahead of Laun and Hart, becoming a formal knight.

With this breakthrough, I was able to fight my opponent with more ease. Although I couldn't defeat him, the injuries I sustained every day were not as frightening as before.

If this is the case in terms of Tier 1 combat power, the allied forces have an absolute advantage in terms of soldiers and knight squires.

You can tell from the daily casualties.

From the initial score of 3-2 before Ron arrived, to 1-1, and then to 2-3.

It's clear that Count Greystone's side is about to collapse.

If no reinforcements arrive, they will have to retreat and defend the city.

Ron, however, never personally intervened; in fact, he didn't make a move.

He kept the Little Garden Knights tightly under his control and didn't let them go up to rack up kills.

Ron needs to consider wearing down both sides.

We can't let Count Graystone's side lose too quickly, as that would hinder Ron's progress.

We can't delay any longer. I've heard that the Marquis of Windsor has already captured several important towns and is closing in on the capital.

If this drags on too long, it will be bad if the internal strife in the principality is quelled.

In particular, the orcs and neighboring countries are also getting restless. If it weren't for the fact that the marquises on the border hadn't caused trouble, they would have already brought their troops to plunder.

Abaddon's breakthrough was a shot in the arm for Ron.

He wasn't very confident he could keep the knight on the other side; the two of them could have given it a try.

He consulted with Abaddon to outline a strategy, and then waited to wrap things up.

The next day, Knight Hermann went into battle as usual.

The bald guy on the other side is getting harder and harder to deal with. Not only is he incredibly strong, but his mount is also a first-tier magical beast.

His eyes turned red with jealousy.

How come a guy who looks like an idiot can fight him to a standstill?

It wasn't entirely thanks to that first-tier magical beast mount; you should know that it's been over ten years since I advanced to the first tier.

The monster mount I trained is only mid-tier, it's like it'll never grow up.

Tier 1 magical beast mount.

That was raised by two generations of their own earl family.

Why does this idiot have one too?

He doesn't understand.

Moreover, the situation on the battlefield has been getting worse recently.

The casualties are too high; he can barely hold on.

The Earl's reinforcements are still on their way. I heard that a high-ranking magic apprentice is leading the team, and he is ordered to hold back the allied forces on the western front no matter what.

What could Hermann do? He could only grit his teeth and persevere.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong with Abaddon today.

Why are you acting like you're going to fight him to the death?

Aren't you all hired? Just get paid and do your job.

Why risk your life like that?!

Aiba's eyes were bloodshot, and he completely abandoned his defense, choosing to trade blows with him.

That spiked club—even if Herman were two ranks higher than Abaddon, let alone just one rank higher, it wouldn't be easy for him to withstand it head-on.

There was nothing he could do but try to avoid trading blows with Abaddon.

But that bastard wouldn't let it go and insisted on sticking close to me.

Even Hermann, with his good temper, couldn't stand it anymore.

"You really think I can't kill you? Prepare to die!" Herman shouted.

Then he unleashed his full fighting spirit, clashing with Abad in every move.

Soon both of them were covered in injuries, and neither of them came out unscathed.

Abaddon's exterior was covered in countless cuts and slashes, and the war ram beneath him had also been stabbed.

He had a penetrating wound in his abdomen, and blood was flowing freely from under his armor.

Herman was also seriously injured, but better than Ebadon; he was only lame in one leg after being hit by a spiked club.

The two stopped fighting and stared at each other, panting heavily. Just when Herman thought the other was about to give up...

Ignoring his injuries, the other party charged forward again, wielding his spiked club, as if determined to take him down with him.

"Damn idiot!!" Herman muttered under his breath.

[These chapters have a lot of battles, so they were easier to write. I've managed to write another chapter, so here's an extra update for everyone—it's fresh off the press!]