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‘As well as the whereabouts of the rankers and outsiders who have not yet participated in the warr. There’s a lot of variables that we don’t know about. No matter how much I think about it, the war is already over with its current state…’

Leeha and Kijeong sat next to each other and thought about the war, but again, they could not understand with all the information they had.

However, the vague anxiety felt when the end was approaching, and the anxiety beyond it, was clearly captured by Leeha’s instincts.

Could it be called bad luck, or good luck?

It was 5 hours later that Leeha learned where his anxiety came from.

-Hali –

‘Hmm? What?’

In the dark night, he suddenly heard a sound in his mind. Leeha, who had been maintaining Black Bass, heard a whisper.

– Health…. Potion…

-Who……? Ram Hwayeon?

The words kept getting cut off. No, it seemed like someone who could not speak properly.

Was it someone from the marching plains’ forces? Is it a whisper?’

Leeha opened his friend’s window. The moment he thought that Ram Hwayeon’s position could be seen, her position changed.

“U-uwaaa!”

“Ha Leeha, potion- quick-”

“R-Ram Hwayeon?! What was that? What happened?”

Leeha hurriedly took out a potion from his bag and handed it to her.

Her usual neat appearance was nowhere to be found, and se was covered in blood and her eyes couldn’t see properly.

“Healer!! Is there any healer? Healer!! Hurry, this way!!” It was only natural that Fibiel’s barracks had been turned upside down.

How many people reacted to Leeha’s shouting? Everyone from the Byeolcho Special force, as well as Pei Wu and Kidd, followed his voice.

“Hyung! What happened?! Petyr-? Ram Hwayeon?”

“Kijeong-ah! Byeolcho Healer! Quick !!”

Kijeong, who had come running with a shied with the thought that Petyr came had come to kill Leeha, could not understand the situation as he looked at the red-haired woman in Leeha’s arms.

However, he was the guild master of Byeolcho. He was more accustomed to working on improving the situation than trying to figure it out.

“Hamin-nim! Soo Ran-nim! Come here quickly! Abnormal status removal and healing!”

“Ram Hwayeon! Ram Hwayeon! Potion- damn it.”

Leeha hastily opened the lid and poured a potion into Ram Hwayeon’s mouth. What magic did she get hit by? Her body was stiffening.

She couldn’t receive the potion that Leeha gave her properly, and she couldn’t even speak properly.

“Recovery!”

“Cure!”

“Extra heal!”

After a while, the healers came and poured out all kinds of holy magic. However, after one or two treatments, there was no improvement.

“Oh my gosh……. Who the hell did you fight with? T-the condition doesn’t go away.”

“Oh- Me as well. I casted heal, but why was the amount of heal only this much? Ram Hwayeon, can you see?”

The healers tilted their heads. Ram Hwayeon still didn’t answer. It was only after she got various healing magics that had cooled down thrice that she could barely open her mouth.

“Ram Hwayeon! Ram Hwayeon!”

“Shut up……. I can hear-”

She was able to barely frown upon hearing Leeha’s words.

However she didn’t look annoyed. She was dwelling in regret and gratitude, some emotions in between, to the extent that tears would have welled up in her eyes if it was in reality.

“What is it? What happened?”

“Puha, everyone! Gather everyone, including the commander-in-chief! It was a trap!”

But that feeling was quickly erased. After drinking an entire potion, Ram Hwayeon raised her voice again. “Trap?”

“Quick! All our supply lines have been cut off! It was Minis’ trap!”

Her voice could not spread all over the plain with 1.66 million people. However, it was clearly heard by most of the people near Leeha and Ram Hwayeon.

“Kijeong-ah!”

“Okay, hyung!”

“Pei Wu-nim!”

“Hao! I’ll bring the corps commander from the Sentinel Mountains!”

“Biyemi-nim-”

“Kikis, I understand.”

Leeha quickly gave instructions. It took less than 5 minutes for Fibiel forces’ high-ranking officials and users with high contributions to gather.

Commander-in-Chief Granville frowned quietly. A dark atmosphere flowed in the large conference tent where everyone had gathered.

“W-what happened?”

The advisor unexpectedly came to Granville’s attention.

Ram Hwayeon heard his words and looked at Granville again.

The commander-in-chief still did not say anything, as if he didn’t notice, and looked at the crowd and caught a deep breath. He knew well enough the weight of the words he had to say.

“The supply line had been cut-off.”

“W-what?”

“Yes?”

“The- the Marchich Plains supply line?”

Not only the NPCs but even the users murmurred. It was before the battle between 1.66 million and 1.2 million. In this situation, the cutoff of the supply line means that various potions other than food are not available.

No matter how many healers they had, in the end, the one who could protect their lives would be themselves.

To fight a battle without the help of items, debuff removal, or recovery potions was just asking for them to die!

“What is this nonsense! It- it can’t be possibe. There were no enemies in the Marching Plains! There’s no military force capable of destroying the supply lines anywhere else in the country!”

The npc advisor stuttered.

Just looking at the NPCs’ faces, one could predict how difficult the battle without any supplies would be. Most importantly, there was enough reason to think that Ram Hwayeon’s words were untrue.

It was because the Fibiel army, which had broken through one point in Minis, was keeping a close eye on the troops in the other Minis castles.

If several thousand or tens of thousands of soldiers had left from certain castles in Minis, that fact would have been immediately communicated to the headquarters, and the contacts of the intelligence officers who were waiting in various places were not have been cut off.

Other users knew the reason.

Of course, Ram Hwayeon new it as well. She nodded calmly.

“You’re right. The enemy didn’t intercet the Marching Plains supply lines from Minis. Because they came from our backs who were moving the supply.”

“From the back? Did you said from the back? What’s behind the supply line from Marching Plains?! That’s our country! Are you saying that enemy forces appeared from Fibiel’s side? There’s no way they could have been hiding- no matter how small it was, no more than a few thousand could have been hidden. Besides, don’t the supply line have enough escorts?”

“That’s right. Not only the manpower of our guild, Hwahong, but also all of Dragon Knights and Seomgwang were escorting the supply line. I can’t even imagince how many there were if we included the other users of Fibiel, who were put here and there to protect the supply lines on the Marching Plains.”

“Then the…”

Even the NPC advisor could read the situation. Ram Hwayeon trembled for a moment before answering.

Pheeeew…….

After someone’s long breath spread through the tent, she opened her mouth again.

“It was broken through.”

“……Non……”

Even the NPC advisor, who was getting heated up, could no longer speak.

The importance of Marching Plains supply lines was known to everyone present. As a result, the number of escorts was never small.

Even if they were attacked, they had enough troops to survive for a while. Not just tens of thousands, but also good quality troops.

But what did ‘broken through’ mean? What kind of enemy, and how many troops appeared?

It felt as if the breathing of the people in the tent slowly stopped.

“How many troops had suddenly appeared?”

In the quiet tent, Leeha opened his mouth. Ram Hwayeon turned her head and looked at Leeha.

“I don’t know how to answer that. Hundreds? Thousands? Ten thousand?”

“What?”

It was an answer that Leeha could not understand, he was finally able to understand after her ‘real’ answer.

“No… should I say two?”

How can ten thousand turn into two people? The quick-witted users felt dizzy.

If they were users…

Necromancer Faust!

Ram Hwayeon nodded.

“Wait! No matter how Faust- I’ve seen it before, and it’s not like he can pull tens of thousands of troops out of nowhere! Faust-”

“That’s right, I said that because it was a force that could rival tens of thousands.”

“That doesn’t make any sense! It’s not like one person-”

“I just told you. It wasn’t just one person.”

“Then? Is there anyone else like Faust?”

Ram Hwayeon did not answer. She slowly turned her head and looked toward the direction of Kijeong and Byeolcho Special Force. Byeolcho’s guild members were able to guess the answer from her ominous gaze.

Of course, this was also the case for Leeha, who watched their entire war.

“……Alchemist Crowley……”

Hearing Leeha’s words close to lamenting, Ram Hwayeon unraveled what happened in Marching Plains.

“Gaeryong-nim, there’s no problem with the barriers, right? I can’t see well today because of the fog.”

“Of course! Don’t worry, I have dispatched the kids!”

“Contact me if anything happens! I will be in the back!”

“Understood!”

The guild master of the Dragon Knights answered with a bright expression. He was extremely glad that Hwahong’s guild master suggested them because he was worried that they had no place in the war.

After Ram Hwayeon left, Gaeroyong moved.

He approached a man with a totem on his side near the supply wagon and tapped him on the shoulder.

Eunchon-nim, did you get dispatched as well?”

“Oh, Gaeryong-nim. Fortunately. We also received a generous downpayment. I Hwahong has a lot of money.”

He was the guild master of Seomgwang.

One day, they were fighting Hwahong under Byeolcho Alliance, but the world works in mysterious ways.

They did not think that they would get in contact with Hwahong again after doing a few missions at Castle Dale, such as escorting and perimeter control, so their joy was even greater.

“But was Marching Plains originally this foggy?”

“I had been here once before the war, but I haven’t been here since. I don’t think it was like this when we hunted here in the past.”

The masters of both guilds talked a lot.

It was natural to thoroughly examine the supply carts that had lined up among the guild members and the huge amount of potions and scrolls loaded there.

“Well, it reminds me of the old days. The dark fairies that came out of the wasteland up there, and all that stuff was really annoying. Right?”

“I don’t feel it now, but it was really great back then. How much did we have to avoid those pesky things.”

“That’s right.”

The nearby guild members listened to the conversation between the two people. They too were immersed in old thoughts.

“Slowly like this, we move materials while opening the door, taking the contribution according to the level of contribution, collecting the down payment, and after moving everything, we receive compensation for hard work. It war is like this, I would do it again.”

“Don’t show your thoughts too much, Gaeryong-nim. Can’t you see the bodies around? How sad would these people be if they heard you? They won’t be able to hear you anyway.”

“Kek, that’s right. Usually, their bodies disappear after getting the dropped items, but why is it not the same here?”

“I don’t know. To show the horrors of war, maybe?”

Along with the fog over the plains of the march, there was another difference from the usual so the two guild masters were amazed…

The corpses that have turned gray did not disappear. However, no one felt it was unfortunate.

It took them a couple of hours to move the supply lines while talking like that.

As they approached the border of Minis, the fog that had spread across the Marching Plains grew thicker.