Chapter 1153 Melsa Fortress

"Uncle Nicholas, while we are waiting, what do you need me to do, or what preparations does the Ninth Corps need to make?" Weilin asked.

Nicholas waved his hand to dispel the illusion, looked at Weilin, and said with a smile: "You don't need to do anything, or you can prepare with your own ideas."

"With my ideas?"

Hearing this ambiguous answer, Weilin couldn't help but mutter.

"Welin, I know about your deeds." The old man heard Weilin's whisper and said in a gentle tone, "You are a person who is good at creating miracles. Maybe your unintentional actions can destroy this sinful city."

"Nicholas is right. For those who are favored by fate, the chain reactions caused by their unintentional actions often have results that attract everyone's attention." The young man said with a smile.

"Uncle Nicholas, Brother Zethop, you overestimate me." Upon hearing this, Weilin said very humbly.

Although I also believe that he is a person favored by fate, it is definitely not as exaggerated as you two said.

After all, half of my achievements today are due to my own efforts, 30% is due to Kyle's help, and 20% is due to my background.

As for the guidance of fate, that of course depends on your own efforts.

Thinking of this, Weilin couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, but after thinking about it for a moment, he quickly convinced himself.

After talking for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Weilin stood up and said goodbye.

When Weilin was leaving, a bunch of fruits and vegetables filled with magic power suddenly appeared in his arms.

"This is……"

Seeing Weilin's confused expression, the old man smiled kindly and said, "Take it and eat it."

"But……"

Before Weilin could finish, the young man interrupted him and said with a smile: "Hahaha, Weilin, don't worry too much about the value of these extraordinary fruits. Nicholas has a demiplane dedicated to growing these extraordinary fruit trees. Just come to him for more when you are done eating them."

Hearing this, Weilin was extremely shocked and couldn't help but look at the old man in front of him a few more times. He had only seen his grandfather use a half-plane to cultivate a fruit forest over the years.

"Uncle Nicholas, thank you."

"Well, since you call me uncle, you have to give me some greeting gifts." Nicholas waved his hand and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, we will be where your army headquarters is. If you have any troubles, just come to us directly."

"Uncle Nicholas, Brother Zethop, I'll take my leave first." Weilin put the extraordinary fruit in his arms into the space equipment, bowed respectfully, and then turned and left the tent.

After watching each other leave, the two began a new round of chess.

"Old man, what do you think the future achievements of our Eternal Dawn Knight will be?"

The old man had a calm expression as he placed the first chess piece. He then said in his mind, "It's definitely higher than you, little bastard."

"Isn't this obvious?" The young man looked at the chess pieces on the board, took one out of the chess box at random, and threw it into the chess game. "After a thousand years, I have seen a lot. I have met six Knights of the Everlight, but none of them are as favored by the world as this one."

“You must have made a great contribution to be so favored by the world.” The old man raised his head and looked deeply at the young man, then slowly placed a chess piece.

"That's true." The young man took out a fruit from his arms, took a bite, and then dropped a chess piece on the edge. "However, to be so favored, I'm sure he must have saved the world before."

"Hahaha, maybe what you said is the truth."

After the chat, the two stopped communicating with their minds. Their consciousnesses collided with each other, evolving their vision, using chess pieces as their army, and starting a new round of fighting in the foggy world.

After leaving the tent, Weilin went straight to the logistics camp, distributed half of the fruits to Xuemia and Lyanna, and then returned to the regiment headquarters.

In front of the Corps Headquarters tent, Weilin stopped and looked at the two guards. He took out two-thirds of the remaining fruits and gave them to the guards, saying, "Take them down and divide them up."

"Thank you Marshal."

The two guards looked at the eight fruits in their arms and answered excitedly.

"When taking it, it depends on your strength and constitution."

"Yes, Marshal."

"Okay, go down, you'll have a day off today."

"Yes."

Watching the two guards leaving, Weilin withdrew his gaze, hummed a song as he entered the Corps Headquarters, sat down at the main seat, held military documents in his left hand and fruits in his right hand, and began to handle affairs.

……

In the Melsa Fortress, an important town in the northern part of the Ludd Province of the Kingdom of Belfas, Monlisa Zephenia, commander of the 3rd Army of the 35th Legion of the 12th Corps, stood outside the east gate of the fortress, looking straight ahead.

Behind him, more than a hundred generals stood in order according to their rank, but there was a lingering worry between their brows. Many of them were sighing silently, expressing both pessimism about their own fate and future, as well as grief for their dead comrades.

Before the war, the Third Army of their 35th Corps had a staff of 23,756.

But only five months later, there were only 16,000 people left in the entire Third Army. Excluding 1,657 people who were forced to transfer to the second line due to injuries, there were 4,533 people killed in the battle.

The casualty rate of 25 percent has reached the brink of collapse.

"General, here we come."

A high-ranking golden knight in black armor saw the military flag appearing in the distance, came to Monlisa, and whispered to his benefactor.

"kindness."

Monlisa responded softly, looking up at the military flag that appeared in the distance. There were two iron swords crossed each other, and above them was a pair of white wings.

As time passed, when a large group of silver-armored warriors appeared within sight, Monlisa opened her mouth and said, "Cheer up."

When the hundreds of generals standing behind Monlisa heard the voice ringing in their ears, they all put away their sad expressions, straightened their chests, and showed their best side.

But even so, an atmosphere of grief still lingers.

When the marching troops arrived 800 meters away from the east gate of Mersa Fortress, the army immediately stopped advancing.

A high-ranking soul knight flashed and appeared in front of Monlisa. He nodded slightly and said, "Moret, commander of the 1st Army of the 25th Legion of the Ninth Corps."

"Monlisa Zephenia, commander of the 3rd Army of the 35th Corps of the 12th Corps." Monlisa nodded and gave her name and position.

"By order of the Legion Commander, our army will stay at Melsa Fortress for three days."

"I have received an order from the Corps Command. During your stay, our army will meet all your needs."