By the Pearl Lake.

More than half a month passed in a blink of an eye. These days, the scouts were dispatched, covering hundreds of miles around.

The dark army never appeared.

On the evening of that day, smoke was everywhere in the camps. Although there were 90,000 troops stationed, the atmosphere was not tense. The soldiers did not feel much of the atmosphere of war. After training, they were waiting for dinner with laughter.

Of course, the only ones who were relaxed were those ordinary soldiers. For Joseph Martin and the commander-level generals, they lived like a great enemy every day, fearing that the dark army would emerge from some unexpected place.

He just passed twenty days in such a trepidation, and there were less than ten days left before the return period. In Joseph's opinion, even if the troops are withdrawn now, it would be fine, but of course he could not withdraw his troops rashly, and he still had to rely on the information from the marshal.

It was dinner time, and the servant delivered the supper to Joseph's camp. The food was simple, two slices of grilled trout meat touching mustard, the fish was caught in the lake, and a serving of raw coriander and two slices of wheat bread with salty cream.

Joseph stuttered, while processing letters from all over the place.

The letters are divided into two parts, partly from the Glorious Church, and they brought about the situation of the Dragon Bone Hills.

In the Dragon Bone Hills, the confrontation between King Aolaki and the Dark Legion is getting more and more frequent, and the strings are getting tighter and tighter. The real decisive battle may break out at any time.

Another part was sent from the Mosalon Bridge. The latest letter was just delivered, and it was written by Rollin.

The letter said that their iron birds had already reached the sky and were in place. As long as the two sides of the Dragon Bone Hills fought to the decisive battle, they could immediately join the war. Therefore, the mission of the Southern Expedition Army had been completed and they could return.

The arrival of this letter made Joseph breathe a sigh of relief, and he ate the bread in his hand casually, raised the volume and said to the guards at the door: "Tell me my order and let the generals come to discuss matters."

"Yes. Commander!" The guard responded and took the order and left.

After the guard had walked for a while, a scout rushed over and arrived at the entrance of the camp. The scout said anxiously: "Commander, there is an emergency."

Joseph was startled and hurriedly said, "Come in and talk."

The scout walked into the camp and knelt on one knee to report: "A army of undead was found seventy miles south of the south, with about 10,000, all of which were high-ranking undead. Looking at the direction, they seemed to have come out of Baiyun City and headed south."

"Hmm?" Joseph frowned: "Ten thousand. Are you sure? There are no low-level undead?"

The undead have always won by number, but now there are only ten thousand, which is a bit strange.

"There are some low-level undeads, but very few, mixed with higher undeads, and the number is estimated to be only a few hundred."

Joseph was silent. Ten thousand undeads, this power was not strong. With their power, they could completely wipe out. To be honest, he was really a little moved.

"Are there any other undead around?" Joseph asked again.

"Not discovered. This undead is the only team." The scout shook his head.

Joseph closed his eyes and pondered for a while. After a while, he finally sighed and said, "You go down, I understand."

He gave up. Indeed, the power of these ten thousand undead was not strong. But it was not weak. To annihilate this army, the army had to go south, and it was difficult to ensure that no other accidents would happen.

Their warrior is not ready yet. So he can't take risks.

Shortly after the scouts, the generals came over. After all ten people arrived, Joseph took out Rollin's letter: "The Marshal's letter, the matter in the west is ready, and we can go back."

All the generals read it, and everyone reacted differently. Zachro looked solemn, as if he was unwilling to accept it. Glevin, Yopni, Langergo and others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, go back and prepare, rest for a night and set off tomorrow morning!" said Joseph.

"Wait." Zachro suddenly spoke.

"Is there anything else?" Joseph asked.

"I heard that the scouts found a passing undead army in the south? The number was only 10,000?" Zachro said.

"It's true, but it has nothing to do with us." Joseph's brow moved. He heard what Zachro meant. This man wanted to intercept the undead army.

"Only ten thousand, how can we let go and clear them out? We can let the soldiers gain some practical experience." Zachro said.

"No!" Joseph refused: "The Marshal's order is to let us go back, I don't want to make trouble!"

"But the Marshal didn't say he would go back immediately, he just said he could go back. Now this undead army is alone, you see, they don't even have low-level undead, which is a great opportunity to wipe out them!"

The most terrifying thing about the undead army is their number. Once they fight, the endless low-level undead cannon fodder surges like waves, and there is no way to resist it.

Zachro said, and without waiting for Joseph to veto, he turned to the noble generals and said, "Do you think this is the case?"

The four noble generals immediately stood up: "We all think this is a good opportunity."

"Gray, what do you think?" Zachro looked at his deputy again.

Glewin shook his head solemnly: "This is the southern border, anything can happen. Zachro, it's not worth our risk."

"We soldiers are not ready yet!" Joseph was also a little annoyed. Zachro was actually vaguely resisting his order.

"The recruits are not ready yet. Commander. If you are not at ease, you can lead the recruits north and we will lead 30,000 elite troops south. Once the opponent is eliminated, we will follow you."

"Zachro!" Joseph emphasized, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said word by word: "I order all troops to go north!"

"Joseph!" Zachro did not give in: "You are just the temporary commander. Now you are timid. If you miss a great opportunity, I will have the right to raise objections. You can't fight with the Dark Legion like this as a turtle!"

"Don't force me to use military orders!" Joseph gritted his teeth. He didn't expect things to reach this point.

"Lando, you're crazy!" Glewin also yelled.

"I'm not crazy. I just don't want to miss the opportunity to weaken the Dark Legion. And you are all cowards! Joseph, if you want to go north, then take the recruits. The warriors of the Principality will never retreat at this time!"

"The warrior of the Principality?" Joseph looked disbelief.

"They are also warriors of the Silver Crusaders. But they are from the Principality of Lehman, Joseph!" Zachro added, and then he turned to the four noble generals and said: "Let's go."

After saying that, he walked out of the tent, and the four noble generals followed.

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became extremely depressing. Everyone was silent.

After a while, there was a noise outside the camp. Zachro was shouting: "The warriors of the Principality, there is an army of undead seventy miles south. Follow me to destroy them!"

Joseph was shocked and rushed out of the camp to check it out. He saw that the soldiers who originally belonged to the Principality of Lehman were gathered by Zachro, and some new recruits followed them. Judging from the number, there were at least 30,000.

These were all elite soldiers, and they gathered quickly and prepared to follow Zachro out of the camp and march southward.

The other recruits in the camp felt unclear, so look at me, and I look at you, my face full of confusion.

Joseph clenched his fists, his face as cold as frost.

Langergo took a step forward and whispered: "Commander, the battlefield orders are like mountains. This Zachro is a death sentence. Is it..."

The young man held the hilt of the sword in his hand, his face full of evil spirits, and he kept following Rollin. In all his military careers, obeying commands was the first priority, and all the soldiers who disobeyed orders were killed by the marshal, with no exception. Disobeying military orders was absolutely dead in the marshal's army. Not to mention touching, they would never dare to think about it.

In his opinion, Zach's affairs are seeking death. If he had been the only one who had been in charge today, Zachau would not have been able to get out of the camp!

Of course, it was precisely because Joseph was the commander that he had to speak until now. Not only did he think so. Jopni, Sweet, and Derns all had the same thoughts. The three of them had a full of evil spirits. As long as Joseph called out his order, they would immediately lead their subordinates, Zachro and other five noble generals to kill them on the spot.

Glewin, who looked at the side of the house, felt a little cold, afraid that Joseph would really kill him, so he hurriedly said, "Commander, it is not without benefits to divide the troops. If he can destroy the undead, it will be a good thing."

Seeing that Joseph's face turned pale, his hands were still holding the hilt of the sword, and the holy power on the sword was faint, Glewin whispered again: "Slay the general in the formation, and there may be chaos in the army."

This sentence worked, and Joseph finally let go of the hilt of the sword. He felt a sense of depression in his chest, which was angered by these guys.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Let's lead the new recruits north!"

Langergo was stunned, then understood and sighed inwardly: "This Paladin has such a soft personality. And Zachro, those noble generals, are so arrogant!"

He understood that on the one hand, Joseph was not decisive enough, and on the other hand, it was related to the vague differences in the army. Today, this incident was just a common outbreak of these differences, otherwise Zachro would not be able to take the soldiers away.

But Zachro did such a thing. Even if he defeated the undead, how could he explain to the marshal when he went back? Did he think he could hold his troops to respect himself? Langergo really couldn't figure it out.

Then, the army was divided into two groups, one with 36,000 people, most of which were elite troops, following Zachron to the south to wipe out the undead.

Zachro is a very good person to lead the army. Before setting off, he gave passionate speeches to inspire the soldiers and rush towards the undead with great enthusiasm.

On the other side were more than 50,000 people, all of whom were recruits. Under the leadership of Paladin Joseph Martin, he stopped the camp and headed north overnight without waiting the next day.

The situation of this recruit is relatively bad. Many recruits are still confused. Some say General Zachro is a traitor, some say that Commander Joseph is timid and cowardly, and there are all kinds of rumors.

The recruits went north silently until the next afternoon when they camped for rest, when Paladin Joseph Martin finally appeared and began to appease the recruits, which suppressed the chaotic situation, but their morale was still low.

Looking at the confused faces, Joseph Martin's heart was filled with bitterness and loss. He did not expect that a good plan for the southern expedition would become like this.

He felt that he was sorry for the trust of Earl Maple Leaf, and he was also angry that he did not make any decision yesterday, which led to the division of the army.

After thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that he might not be suitable to be the head coach of the army.

After resting for a night, the army continued to move north, and the mood in the army remained silent, depressed, and confused. Until noon, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from behind.

After a while, a scout covered in blood rushed to catch up with the team, and arrived at the front of the team and handed over a blood-stained document to Joseph.

Joseph opened it and immediately felt his eyes turn black.

Because Zachro was defeated! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!