Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong-Chapter 1041 - 642 Lord Whites Memories_1
Chapter 1041: Chapter 642: Lord White’s Memories_1
Chapter 1041 -642: Lord White’s Memories_1
“Mr. Lane… Are you telling the truth?!”
Staring at Leo Ray’s calm face, Lord White was stunned once again, and disbelief was written all over his face. “But how can this be possible?”
As he spoke, Lord White couldn’t help but turn his gaze to the resolute and determined Ariel Watson, who was sitting beside him.
“General White, there is no need to be surprised. The princess and I really do intend to compete with the princes.”
Still maintaining a faint smile, Leo Ray nodded and said, “However, we aren’t doing it to join the power struggle, but to end it.”
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“Mr. Lane, I admire your idealism, and I know you are no ordinary person. However, even with a Tier 5 Powerhouse and various means at your side, it’s absolutely impossible to surpass the combined forces of the two princes in this area.”
Once his shock had subsided, Lord White added, “You should know that the combined forces of the two princes easily exceed 150,000 soldiers. In addition, the temporary mobilization of the reserves would form an enormous army that could easily flatten Cyan Town!”
Lord White shook his head helplessly, and sighed, “Unless the Four, no, the Five Major Royal Regiments gather together and adopt the appropriate battle tactics, defeating our enemies would undoubtedly be impossible.”
“General White is right. Both the princess and I understand that this will be a bloody and thorny road.”
Leo Ray’s face remained calm as he replied, “However, if we allow this reckless power struggle to continue, the wildfire of war will inevitably consume more innocent lives.”
“The loss of population will inevitably lead to a significant decline in productivity, and the weakening of the Coldflame Kingdom’s power. Neither the princess nor I want to see that happen.”
With that, Leo Ray shook his head helplessly.
Gathering as many forces as possible to protect the population was key in order to face the apocalyptic disaster looming over them.
Only by doing this could they maintain a continuous source of productivity and fighting power to be ready for the arrival of the unknown.
After all, the term “catastrophe” not only covered disasters but also unknown variables.
As he thought about this, Leo Ray’s gaze turned even more solemn. He continued, “The most crucial point is that our enemy’s sword is already aimed at the princess and me. Even though I am not fully prepared and not certain of victory, it’s against my nature to not fight now.”
“Enemies that dare to threaten me will be sent to their graves.”
Taking a deep breath, Leo Ray’s eyes flashed with determination. He declared, “If our enemies think the princess and I are mere ants they can crush at will, then I must show them through action how hard my fists are, and make these arrogant and contemptuous people pay a bloody price.”
“Make the enemy pay a bloody price for their contempt and arrogance? Sir, I have heard such shocking and ultimately accomplished words a long time ago.”
Gazing into Leo Ray’s increasingly determined eyes, Lord White’s wrinkled face once again revealed an expression of astonishment.
Then, in the mind of this battle-hardened old general, the figure of a tall, burly man began to overlap with the young man in front of him.
Forty years ago, in the northern region of the Coldflame Kingdom, near the Cold Fortress.
At the top of a towering mountain, snowflakes danced in the sky.
Two muscular male figures looked down at a majestic city under the mountain, being gradually covered by the snow.
As they stood there, the piercing wind that only mountaintops could provide howled past them, making their cloaks flutter and scatter the snowflakes resting on them.
The shallow footprints on the snow around them revealed that this heavy snowfall had just begun recently.
“Rost, how long did it take for us to retrieve this city that had been lost for nearly a century?”
The burly figure in the front, side-facing his companion, asked the man named Rost behind him.
As the perspective zoomed in, it showed that the man in the front was about 30 years old, with a handsome face and bright eyes. He wore shiny golden plate armor, a red cape, and had dense black curls hanging down his shoulders like a majestic lion.Perhaps the most striking thing about the man was the golden crown on his head, featuring a central red gemstone that radiated a dazzling brilliance even in the dim snow.
“My king, it took us six whole days and nights,” Rost, the respectful man in the back, promptly said, bowing with his hand on his chest. “The entire city’s 30,000-strong enemy garrison has been wiped out without a survivor.”
Upon closer observation, Rost appeared to be in the same age range as the crown-wearing man in front of him. His face was stern and meticulous, and he wore pure white heavy armor with a white cape, blending in with the increasingly heavy snow around them.
“So, it took us only six days to achieve what the two previous kings had not been able to do in a hundred years?”
