Who taught him to restore his country like this?

Looking at these creations of gray mist, he smiled with childlike innocence and said to Kertia, "Look, these gray mists are just like our lives. They don't have a fixed form, but once you give them a direction, they can create unexpected things."

Keltia had no interest in discussing life with him. She asked, "What will happen to these civilians you've gathered after you die?"

Ron dispersed the gray mist in front of him and said, "As long as Her Majesty the Holy Maiden bears witness and proves that they are not soldiers but ordinary civilians, the Emerald Kingdom will naturally not do anything to them. At most, they will be expelled from the Gray Mist Territory."

"Why should I help you?" Kertia said somewhat resentfully.

"You shattered my protective barrier, which, if investigated, can be considered interference in the war between the divine kingdoms. Your Holiness, you don't want the Holy See to know about this, do you?"

Keltia: "..."

"Your Majesty Ron."

Just then, a soft, sweet voice rang out.

The orc girl Renee ran towards Ron with two pieces of bread in her hands.

Behind her were two orc girls who were about the same age as her.

Ron looked at Renee, who had run up to him, and said with a smile, "Looks like you've found your friend."

“Yes,” Renee nodded happily and thanked him, “Thank you, Your Majesty Ron, for saving Noel and Bella.”

Compared to their last meeting, Renee was noticeably more lively now.

Her two friends, just like last time, nervously lowered their heads and timidly thanked her, saying, "Th...thank you."

Ron smiled and said, "Get a good rest tonight. You'll all be joining the work tomorrow."

"Ah."

The two little ones nodded vigorously.

Obedient children are truly therapeutic.

Ron felt much more relaxed. He looked at Renee and promised, "Work hard and do well, and I'll send you back to your hometown."

Upon hearing this, Renee's expression suddenly turned serious: "Your Majesty Ron."

"Ah."

"Can you teach me cultivation?" she asked earnestly. "The clan leader said I have a great talent for cultivation. If you teach me, I will definitely become stronger."

"What do you want to become stronger for?" Ron asked with a smile.

"I want to stay by His Majesty Ron's side and protect him," the girl said earnestly.

Ron chuckled after hearing this.

He didn't deny that Renee did indeed have racial talent, and with a speed rating of A, reaching the seventh rank wouldn't be a problem if she were properly trained.

But he's only a mediocre person right now, how can he possibly teach Renee?

Besides, he's about to run away, so he doesn't need anyone to protect him.

Ron adheres to the principle of acting alone, and his future is destined to be one of homelessness, with his confidants and army only becoming a burden on his escape.

Therefore, he doesn't need it.

Just as Ron was about to refuse the orc loli's kindness, he suddenly sensed four more people in the gray fog at the border.

Then a large group of people appeared.

Did Byron bring back the refugees from outside the Gray Mist Territory?

wrong.

Ron sensed something was wrong.

The speed is wrong.

This doesn't feel like the speed of delivering goods; it feels more like... being hunted down.

Ron immediately urged the gray fog to rush there.

He ran in both directions, and soon he saw Byron and his three companions running ahead of him.

They rode in a carriage, speeding towards the city of Lingfeng.

Behind them, dozens of warhorses galloped, constantly closing the distance.

The men riding the warhorses were all dressed in uniform armor, clearly cavalrymen raised by nobles.

Ron passed by Byron's carriage and charged straight into the herd of horses.

Every cavalryman who passed Ron fell off his horse without warning.

Suddenly, a large number of horses went out of control and ran wildly across the plain.

Seeing the chaotic situation, the remaining cavalry immediately turned back.

Ron, of course, was not going to give them the chance to go back and report.

Three minutes later, only a few dozen ownerless warhorses and a few dozen corpses remained on the plains at the border of Gray Mist Territory.

Ron disliked killing; he considered himself a kind man.

However, when it comes to dealing with enemies, he adheres to the principle of never letting them go if he can kill them.

After dealing with the pursuers, Ron chased after the carriage ahead.

Seemingly realizing that the pursuers behind them had not caught up, the speeding carriage slowly came to a stop.

Ron could see from afar that Byron was standing behind the carriage, trying to see what was happening behind him through the gray fog.

He waved when he saw Ron catching up from behind.

Ron approached and said in a deep voice, "What's going on? I asked you to buy something, but you didn't buy anything and instead brought back a group of Emerald Kingdom cavalry."

Chapter 18 The Storm Is Brewing

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Tread...  

The carriage entered the city of Lingfeng.

Inside the carriage, Byron nervously observed the silent Ron beside him.

After all, he hadn't brought back any of the things Ron wanted, and he'd even spent the money.

But you can't blame him for that.

After leaving Graymist Territory yesterday, he followed Ron's instructions and traveled to several surrounding towns to purchase goods, keeping a low profile as much as possible.

They were fine on the first day, but on the second day, for some reason, they were targeted by the guards of Blackstone Territory. They not only seized a large number of goods they had bought, but also tried to detain them as well.

He naturally wouldn't surrender easily. After defeating a group of guards, he fled back to Gray Mist Territory, but the guards of Black Stone Territory relentlessly pursued him.

Fortunately, Ron came to their aid, otherwise they probably wouldn't have been able to return to Windwind City.

Although he failed to complete the task assigned by Ron on this trip, he did obtain information that would be useful to Ron.

The Emerald Kingdom is gathering guards from various territories surrounding the Gray Mist Territory, and it is said that 10,000 troops heading to the front lines have been temporarily transferred here.

With Blackrock Territory as the vanguard, they attacked Gray Mist Territory from three sides, cutting off all possible escape routes, intending to trap Ron like a turtle in a jar.

Ron remained silent after hearing the news.

He must be pondering a strategy to defend against the enemy, and Byron dared not disturb him.

Soon the carriage arrived at the square.

Byron glanced at Ron, who was resting with his eyes closed, but did not disturb him. He got up and stepped down from the carriage.

"Lord Byron."

Reggie saw Byron get off the carriage and happily walked over to hug the three girls behind him.

This was the first time the Skywalker Mercenary Group had been separated since its inception, and they almost never saw each other again.

After the brief joy of their reunion, Reggie looked at the empty street behind the carriage and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Lord Byron, you..."

"This is not the place to talk."

Interrupted, Byron led her to a secluded corner and then recounted his experiences after leaving Graymist Territory.

Upon hearing that the Emerald Kingdom had assembled an army of tens of thousands to attack Gray Mist Territory, Reggie turned pale.

"The Emerald Kingdom's army could attack at any moment, and I wonder how he plans to respond," Byron said curiously.

“He won’t fight back,” Reggie said weakly, his face pale.

"It should be said that he is no longer in a position to fight the enemy." She rephrased it in a more easily understood way.

"Why?" Byron asked, puzzled.

Ron gathered so many refugees and civilians just to build an army, didn't he?

Although the conditions were somewhat poor, forming a guard of several thousand men to defend the city would still be enough to make the Emerald Kingdom retreat.

Reggie shook his head.

Ron could have done that before last night.

but now……

Reggie's smile was bitter: "He melted down all the weapons and armor on Graymist Territory."

Upon hearing this, Byron was stunned for a long while before exclaiming incredulously, "Has he gone mad?"

Shouldn't this situation be a time to mass-produce weapons and armor in order to quickly build a well-trained army?

What kind of operation is melting away weapons and armor?

Do you really think the Jade Kingdom doesn't exist?

"We...we should run away quickly."

A faint voice rang out, followed immediately by another voice echoing, "Yes, let's escape before the Emerald Kingdom invades."

Byron looked at the two of them, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "We just lost two of his high-grade magic crystals, it wouldn't be appropriate for us to leave like this, would it?"

"Besides, we were given a three-day mission, and it's only the second day. It would be very irresponsible of us to just leave like this. If word gets out, it will have a huge impact on our Heavenly Path Mercenary Group," he said.

Whenever the task was mentioned, Reggie would stare at Byron with a resentful look on his face.