English Novel
Chapter 486: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [25] Tower Of Utopia
Chapter 486: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [25] Tower Of Utopia
The journey from Elyen Kiora to the City of Utopia was nothing short of grueling, largely due to the oppressive security measures enforced along the way.
As the capital of Utopia, this city represented the very heart of its power, housing its main army. Every checkpoint we passed was stringent to an almost fanatical degree, with no leniency afforded to even the most seemingly harmless travelers.
Thankfully, being in the company of the High Elf Princess, Freya Ruvelion herself, made the process significantly smoother. Her mere presence was enough to quell suspicion and expedite procedures, but the constant stops and verifications were still irksome.
At last, we reached the grand bridge that marked the official entrance to Utopia-a structure as imposing as the city it guarded. The gate ahead loomed like a fortress, flanked by battlements teeming with vigilant sentinels.
The guards stationed here were unlike the typical sentries one might encounter elsewhere. Encased in gleaming armor, their physiques radiated strength, and their postures spoke of quite a discipline. As our convoy approached, a contingent of these soldiers moved to intercept, their weapons ready but their demeanor tempered by professionalism.
Without hesitation, they surrounded Freyja's carriage. Their leader, a knight clad in silver- trimmed armor, stepped forward and peered into the carriage. The moment his eyes fell upon Freyja, recognition dawned, and the entire contingent dropped to one knee.
"Welcome, Your Royal Highness," they said in unison.
Freyja offered them a gentle smile. "My gratitude. Would you be so kind as to open the gates now?"
"At once, Your Highness."
The massive gates groaned as they swung open, revealing the splendor of Utopia. As the carriage rolled forward, my eyes widened in awe.
How many were they?
What truly left me breathless was the sheer might of the Utopian army stationed here. Durathiel's forces.
This was no ordinary army. This was his personal army. Tens of thousands of knights moved with mechanical precision, their expressions cold and stern. They were walking with disciplined gait.
