The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6499

While Pole Star Hall prepared for war at a fever pitch, Beastmoor Ridge did not sit idle either.

Morgana’s injuries had not fully mended, but she still forced her body forward and personally inspected every defensive line in Beastmoor Ridge.

"Her face remained very pale, and her steps had a faint unsteadiness to them, but her gaze did not waver.

Master Wellspring followed behind her. His left arm was still suspended across his chest, and the wound there had not fully healed, but he could already move around."

"All along the way, whenever the Beastfolk Warriors saw Morgana, they lowered their heads and saluted.

Every salute carried visible deference."

“Your Majesty, your injuries…” Master Wellspring said under his breath, his voice drawn tight around the words.

“They won’t get in the way.” Morgana lifted a hand and waved it off. Her voice still came out thin, but it left no room for argument. “Venerable Starwick won’t give us much time. Before he arrives, every preparation has to be finished.”

Morgana walked to the edge of the Shrouded Wood and looked into the dense fog that never cleared, year after year.

The mist rolled and churned like something alive. Every so often, faint spiritual light seeped out from the depths, marking the traps and alarm arrays laid down by the beast race.

She reached into the fog and let the cold, damp air close around her hand. For a moment, she said nothing.

“The Shrouded Wood is our first line of defense. As long as we hold this place, Pole Star Hall’s host cannot get in. But Venerable Starwick is no ordinary man. He will have a way to break through the fog. We need to set more traps and place more ambush forces inside the Shrouded Wood.”

Master Wellspring nodded. “I have already arranged for the disciples of Wellspring Order to set hundreds of alarm arrays and attack sigil-arrays inside the fog.”

“As soon as the celestial cultivators step into the Shrouded Wood, those ritual arrays will be triggered. The arrays are based on spirit stones and activated through talismans. Once triggered, at minimum, they will blast the enemy wounded; at worst, they will kill them outright.”

Morgana shook her head. “Not enough. Pole Star Hall has three thousand elite men-at-arms, and with Deepvault Cloister and Saintspire Court added in, they will have at least 4,500 people.”

“A few hundred ritual arrays cannot stop them. Even if each array can kill or wound ten men, that is only a few thousand at most. And once a ritual array is triggered, its position will be exposed. The enemies who come after can simply go around it.”

“Then what does Your Majesty mean to do?”

Morgana let the silence hold for a moment. “Have the Beastfolk Warriors enter the Shrouded Wood. Let the fog cover them while they ambush the celestials. Killing the enemy is not the point. Dragging out time is.”

“If we can delay them for one day, then we take that one day. The beast race has lived on Beastmoor Ridge for generations and knows this fog down to the last turn. They can move through it as they please, while celestial cultivators who enter the fog will be no better than blind men.”

Master Wellspring’s brow drew tight. “Your Majesty, Beastfolk Warriors will hold the advantage fighting in the fog, but their losses will still be heavy…”

“This sovereign knows.”

Morgana cut him off. A thin break ran beneath her voice, but the words themselves did not bend. “But this is the only way. We cannot let them pass through the Shrouded Wood easily. Each day we delay them gives us one more day to prepare, and one more measure of a chance to win.”

“The Beastfolk Warriors do not fear death. They fear seeing their homeland destroyed. They fear their children and grandchildren being reduced to slaves of the celestials.”

Morgana turned back to Master Wellspring. “Master Wellspring, go invite the Order Masters of Azure Cloud Sword Order and Myriad Arts Order. Tell them the survival of Beastmoor Ridge will be decided in this battle.”

“If Beastmoor Ridge falls, the next ones to be wiped out will be your human powers. You are all human powers. They should not stand by and watch.”

Morgana had no illusions about it. The beast race alone could not stand against the Celestial Alliance. Only by joining forces with the human race could they carve out even a thread of survival.

“Yes.” Master Wellspring cupped his fists, turned, and left.

Master Wellspring’s own wounds had not fully mended, but he forced his body onward and personally set out for Azure Cloud Sword Order and Myriad Arts Order.

Then he rose and walked to the windows of the great hall, looking out over the sea of clouds beyond them.

The clouds rolled and churned, no steadier than what moved through him now.

With his back still to Master Wellspring, he spoke slowly. His voice had sunk low, each word carrying weight.

"Master Wellspring, you and I have known each other for hundreds of years. I trust the kind of man you are. That young heir you spoke of—I haven't met him, but I trust your judgment."

"That Aureate Codex you mentioned—I haven't seen it either, but I trust the First Patriarch's inheritance."

"Pole Star Hall has pressed the human race under its heel for years. The Azure Cloud Sword Order has been sick of them for a long time. We simply lacked the strength before, so we had to swallow it and watch the celestials run wild across the northern region."

Cloudspire turned back to Master Wellspring. Something sharp flashed through his eyes, the look of a force held down for hundreds of years finally finding a crack to break through.

"Master Wellspring, put your mind at ease. I will gather the elites of the order at once and lead them myself to Beastmoor Ridge."

"The Azure Cloud Sword Order may not match Pole Star Hall, but our 300 disciples are all True Immortal Realm Level Nine and above. Their sword aura is fierce, and not one of them shrinks from death. The blood of the human race cannot be spilled for nothing."

Master Wellspring's eyes went red, tears turning at the rims. "Master Cloudspire, no words can repay this kindness. If you ever have need of us, all Wellspring Order would die ten thousand deaths before refusing."

"No need to thank me."

Cloudspire waved it off, stepped up to Master Wellspring, and patted him on the shoulder. "We are not doing this for you. We are doing it for the human race. We are doing it so the celestials can't ride on our heads and shit on us."

"300 years ago, my junior died at Pole Star Hall's hands. I have kept that debt in mind all this time. Today, it is time to settle it."