Along the way, Stewart paid little attention to the strange prefabricated barracks around her and the magic monitoring device as huge as a pot, nor did she pay attention to the nearby soldiers and officers who stopped to look at her. She entered Aslan's camp directly, and her face showed a clear look.
Visible anxiety.
The magic detection device was not developed by Aslan, but by the magician of Holy Mass Cathedral.
Its only function is to detect the movement of a large number of magical creatures. It is of little use to ordinary magicians, but it has a miraculous effect on evil giants and is as convenient as radar detection.
Before he could reach him, Stewart spoke quickly: "Dear Minister Amuro, the main city of Rosov needs your support! Little Duke Thoros..."
"Don't worry, I have received news that the main force has begun to move north."
Aslan interrupted Stewart. He noticed that his words obviously made the shadow elf in front of him breathe slower, which made him particularly curious.
"Who are you? I have never heard that there is a person as strong as you in the Soros Principality?"
Aslan's disrespectful question is actually very unreasonable. Even if Stewart is injured, she is still a powerful master, and Amuro is just a magician. Even the peak magician can no longer
Compare with the powerful masters at the Grand Instructor level.
But the terrifying coercion exuded by Addison next to him prevented Stewart from being careless in the slightest.
Stewart believes that when he was at his peak, the best he could do was draw with his opponent.
No wonder the Republic of Cheer has developed so fast. It turns out that there are still strong men of this level sitting in it.
Stewart was silent for a moment, and then clearly said something that surprised Aslan: "I am Marquis Stewart, you should have seen me in the newspaper."
"Marquess Stewart?"
Aslan was stunned. Marquis Stewart was recognized as the most powerful person in the Principality of Soros and was the absolute supporter of Duke Soros. It was precisely because of her existence that she was the key to ensuring the stability of the Principality of Soros.
"That's it! I just didn't expect that you are also an elf."
Aslan laughed, nodded slightly, and said, "Did the Soros family get in touch with the nobles?"
"I am loyal to the Soros family with my own will!" Stewart said immediately, with a little curiosity.
"I heard that you have a very good relationship with the elves?"
"I have only dealt with the elves of the Great Forest of Liddenden!" Aslan said casually, and then asked casually: "As for the elves of other ethnic groups, I don't know much about them."
Stewart showed hesitation for a moment before this question, and said softly: "It seems that the rumors are true..."
"Oh, what rumor?"
Aslan vaguely guessed what was going on, but he was not sure yet.
Stewart was very generous in saying it.
"It's not a big deal. Many people have rumored that you have a close relationship with a certain elf elder in the Lieton Forest. It's very close."
It is true that many powerful nobles keep elves in captivity, but more human nobles are proud of being able to form lovers or husbands and wives with elves.
This is something that can be shown off in aristocratic circles.
Aslan couldn't help but laugh, and Nomeili gave him a blank look.
"Thank you very much for your assistance!" Stewart came to Aslan and bowed deeply, but then he couldn't help but ask: "When will your army..."
"The main force of my legion will arrive at the war zone in the evening, and we can launch an attack overnight, but before that, we must work out an effective attack plan."
Aslan interrupted the shadow elf and raised his hand to point to Garcia beside him.
"General Garcia is responsible for military affairs. He will explain this matter to you. I want to understand the situation in the north first."
Stewart followed Aslan and the priest from Garcia to the command panel. She was very surprised that this priest was still the commander of this army. This was very different from the surrounding countries. Priests could not get involved in military power, let alone
Command ability.
Here, the first thing she saw was an extremely exquisite and detailed sand table.
On that exquisite sand table, she saw the main city of Franklin marked with many tactical symbols, crisscrossed arrows, lines showing enemy positions and divisions of war zones, and one after another that even she could not understand.
Numbers and shorthand marks.
Stewart instantly realized what this sand table meant. The people of Chester had controlled the battlefield in a way that no one had ever achieved before.
She even wanted to turn her head away at first, because there was too much information presented on the sand table, so much that it could influence the situation of the war, but she soon realized that Aslan had brought her to see
This is a sand table.
Aslan spoke from the side: "Mark where the little Duke Soros is, where the enemy is, what their approximate size is, and the main defense line, if you know it."
Stewart nodded, walked forward, and pointed to the location of the main city of Rosov: "Little Soros and the remaining soldiers are trapped in the castle area..."
"The enemy has completely surrounded the main city of Rosov. There is no gap on the ground. It is conservatively estimated to be more than 60,000. And this number can be increased at any time. As long as the attack is frustrated, more troops will definitely be added..."
This is the most terrifying thing about the Abominable Titan. All of them are truly soldiers. Even a sick beggar can form a terrifying combat power after being transformed into a Abominable Titan.
"This is the main city of Franklin, on the east bank of the Orinoco River. It is the base camp of those monsters. The number of evil giants exceeds 300,000..."
"When I passed by the sky, I saw those monsters were detaching part of their forces to move south..."
Aslan listened carefully to Stewart's information one by one, constantly summarizing them. Next to him, Garcia and several staff members were also discussing quickly and in low voices, deducing possible attack routes.
"How long do you think little Duke Thoros can last?" Aslan asked suddenly.
Stewart said in a heavy tone: "They originally relied on the magic shield to hold on for three days. Later, Duke Thoros took the initiative to remove the magic shield and chose to face the enemy head-on. Relying on the walls of the castle area and the fighting of the soldiers, they
Maybe it can only last two days!”
Aslan sighed slightly in his heart.
At least the little Duke Thoros deserves praise for his bloody character. He will spend his last life to reduce the number of evil giants.
"I've been delayed all day on the road!" Stewart added anxiously.
Aslan looked at Garcia.
This reinforcement is likely to trigger a decisive battle.