The Gray Robe woke up unusually early today because it was a rather important day.
Rosalind had also been waiting early on, climbing into the horse-drawn carriage heading towards the Royal Capital outside the city with the Gray Robe.
Although the people of Castile had been crazily studying Cape’s knowledge these days, the Gray Robe had not forgotten the most important mission, and this was a good opportunity to observe the war power of this country.
After arriving outside the city, the Gray Robe climbed onto a high platform and squinted at the rows of troops standing straight as arrows.
He had seen armies like this before, unlike the scattered and disorganized Castilian army, devoid of loud noises, but rather a uniform line that seemed to function as one.
Their marching footsteps were like giant hammers striking the earth, each step carrying an undeniable authority. This was not a show of flashy moves; it was a demonstration of the discipline of this army.
Unconsciously, the Gray Robe took a half-step back, his fingers gripping the railing tightly.
Such an army, even without the cannons that led the entire Solun continent, was likely capable of crushing all nations, including Avar.
If one could say that when he first arrived at the Royal Capital, the Gray Robe felt a sense of pressure, now he realized that the concept of an army spoken of by the people in this country was completely different from what he understood.
He suddenly realized that this army carried not merely brute force but a kind of order and belief that he had understood before—a belief that had once existed in his own realm.
This was not a crowd; it was a torrent forged of steel, pressing down until he struggled to breathe.
The naive Rosalind had her eyes shining; this scene completely fulfilled the little princess’s fantasies about an army.
“National Master, if this army comes to help us, can’t we drive the Avarians away?”
The Gray Robe rarely didn’t answer this little princess directly.
It’s easy to summon a deity but difficult to send one away. Although this realm lacked such a saying, the Gray Robe still understood this simple truth.
Nevertheless, seeing Rosalind’s admiring gaze, the Gray Robe still nodded.
In any case, this army at least looked far more magnificent than the Avarian army.
“The Lars Family has struggled against the Demon Clan for far too long.”
Lind’s voice echoed across the vast land.
The First Army Group still did not stop, quickly boarding the prepared trains according to their designated positions.
“But now, resisting these filthy and despicable races is not solely the task of the Lars Family.”
The Lars Knights all gathered and began to board the transport vehicles prepared for them.
“That land is our land, the land of humanity! Every rice field, every hill, every river on that land has been forged with our sweat and blood. Yet today, when you look up, that land is filled with the nauseating Black Fog!”
“Is there still any dignity left on that trampled land? Those Demon Clan creatures have taken root like a tumor; they worship twisted and evil gods, wielding dangerous magic that threatens our people!”
“Now, it is time to end all this.”
“The Demon Clan has never belonged to this land; it belongs to us, to our descendants! From today on, they will either flee to the Eternal Frozen Land or become a part of history, crushed beneath our treads! We will tell them—our limits of tolerance have already ended! Today, our land will only fly our flags!”
The sound of the engine starting roared in response to Lind.
The Iron Ring Plan was initiated; the entire railway had been constructed along the border of the Eastern Black Fog, connecting the sacred Kara with the Lars Knights, driving the Demon Clan out without leaving a single one behind.
The railway built along the Black Fog would become a black iron ring, sealing off the surviving forces of the Demon Clan completely.
The premise of this plan was that the Lars Knights could easily defeat the Demon Clan and drive them out of the Black Fog; otherwise, everything would be in vain.
However, presently, the Lars Knights indeed had this capability.
No matter which direction the Demon Clan escaped from, they could be blocked by the railway.
Although this plan sounded condescending towards the Demon Clan, fundamentally, it was about placing the Demon Clan in a position of absolute inability to defeat the Lars Knights, but on the contrary, implementing this thorough expulsion plan was the greatest respect towards the Demon Clan.
The Eastern Border was too vast, and the spread of the Black Fog was extensive. Additionally, the Eastern Border was also connected to the Northern Border and the central region of the Royal Capital, essentially equivalent to Lind currently controlling the backyard of the territories.
Even though the Demon Clan had become completely unable to confront the Northern Border army, who would be at ease keeping a ticking bomb in their own backyard?
Moreover, although the Demon God Offspring had hardly won from the moment they appeared, ordinary armies could indeed struggle to deal with them. If Lind truly thought the Demon Clan would obediently crouch in the Black Fog and not emerge, then one could not guarantee that when the front lines engaged in conflict with An Zhu, Avar, and the Dragon Clan, these anthropomorphic entities would jump out to cause trouble for Lind.
The Eastern Border was indeed too vast; it was difficult for Lind to predict from which direction the Demon Clan might initiate an attack from the Eastern Black Fog, and it was impossible to keep heavy forces guarding the Eastern Border at all times.
Therefore, for Lind, even if the Eastern region occupied by the Black Fog was quite a troublesome endeavor, it had to be taken; even if he could not completely eliminate the living forces of the Demon Clan, he needed to drive them into the Eternal Frozen Land, forcing these Demon Clan creatures to remain a bit more obedient while keeping an eye on the Eternal Frozen Land, which was far easier than monitoring the entire Eastern Border.
This plan had no level of confidentiality, considering Sean’s obvious intentions for large-scale road construction; Antipa was somewhat aware of this and had already begun preparations for the exit in advance.
However, the Demon Clan never anticipated that humanity could find a way into the depths of the Black Fog so quickly.
Having learned of this plan, the Gray Robe was somewhat numb.
Building such a long railway and installing several trains meant that just the materials required were beyond what Castile could provide. Even the most basic cement roads, considering Castile was aware of the manufacturing methods, likely could not be laid that long, not to mention constructing those exaggerated Iron Beasts.
Such a huge project could only be carried out by a robust decision-making body.
This led the Gray Robe to have some new thoughts about the political system of Castile.
This Northern Border Governor of Cape had already proven that at least a third of the nobility was unnecessary, and there seemed to be too many nobles in Castile.
