Imperial Crown.

Chapter 428 Eric's Selfishness
The messenger crow did not disappoint Baron Hudson's expectations and delivered the leather bag containing the methods of cultivating and controlling the Spirit Prison Butterfly to Eagle City.

Raven immediately sent out scouts to investigate.

The Mountain Territory is adjacent to the Snow Maple Territory, and soon the current situation of the Mountain Territory was passed to Raven.

The conclusion is - everything has collapsed, and there is no trace of any living people.

It just seems that they are restrained, and the undead army currently spread throughout the mountainous territory has no tendency to spread outward.

"Such a promising young man has been destroyed just like that." Raven weighed the leather bag in his hand and said with regret.

Hudson sent him the methods of cultivation and control, and kept the pupa of the Soul Prison Butterfly in his hands, tempting him with benefits.

He concluded that if Raven wanted to obtain the Spirit Prison Butterfly, he must lend a hand.

This judgment was extremely calm and accurate. Considering the possibility of a zombie tidal wave at the time, this calmness was even more rare.

It’s a pity that he still died in the tide of corpses.

"My Lord Earl, the zombie tide cannot be delayed any longer." Fiona pushed her glasses and said, "Since the Holy Knights are already in place, why not let them take action? Holy Light has always been the nemesis of these undead creatures."

"That's not necessary." Raven shook his head. "After all, I am still the mayor of Xuefeng County. It's a bit unreasonable to use the people of the Holy See for matters within the county."

"It's time for young people to gain experience."

"Aren't those little guys excited about conquering the Orc Empire? Then let them go. It will also give the new recruits a chance to experience the feeling of being on the battlefield."

Fiona was still a little hesitant: "But according to the intelligence, the other side has level 3 undead creatures, and there are more than one..."

"In front of the army, being strong doesn't mean much." Raven said:

"And if this battle is not difficult at all, then what is the point of training?"

……

When Thor received the message, he was practicing archery in his own castle. When he heard the content of the order, he could hardly believe his ears.

The Earl actually wants him to lead the troops to recover the mountain territory!

Raven gave him five battalions of the Eagle Army's 6th Legion, totaling more than 5 soldiers.

The first time you lead an attack, you can lead 2500 people.

When his father Eric attacked Bloody Heights, he led only about 100 people!

This force already exceeds the total standing army of a regular viscount's territory.

If this is not respect, then what is respect?!

Facing the messenger, Thor pounded his chest hard: "Please tell the Earl that I will never let him down and will definitely bring the Mountain Territory into the Griffith Family's territory!"

After sending the messenger away, Thor began to make intensive preparations.

In order to prevent the undead creatures in the mountain territory from spreading outward, this combat mission is very urgent and must set off early tomorrow morning.

Armor, weapons, potions, and the Oil of Light, which was allocated by the Earl in limited quantity but extremely effective against undead creatures, were all prepared to ensure that nothing was left out.

Thor took the map of the Mountain Territory, found his father, and humbly asked for advice on the future marching route.

Eric had been worried that Thor was young and impetuous and would not listen to his advice, but now that his son had come to him on his own initiative, he felt relieved and began to explain the map in detail.

Where is suitable to set up camp, where there may be ambushes, and where to avoid.

Considering the depth of the mountain territory, even at a snail's pace, two days would be enough to cross it, but Eric still provided 2 locations for camping in order to deal with various possible emergencies.

Thor listened carefully, and if he didn't understand something, he would write it down and ask in detail.

Eric also patiently explained it over and over again until Thor fully understood it.

This conversation lasted until midnight, when the father and son finally stopped talking due to thirst.

Eric's wife Romi served them soup and said, "Go to bed early."

Having said that, he left again.

As a mother, she was of course worried about her son's going to war, but living in a military family, she had long learned to keep her worries to herself and only expressed support in actions and words.

"Thor, you have to remember that tactics are dead, but people are alive." Eric took a sip of hot soup and said, "The marching route I set for you is just a guide. When you are on the battlefield, you still need to adapt to the situation."

“If you don’t know what to do, ask for other people’s advice.”

"I know, father." Thor said with a smile, "After being scolded by you for a whole night last time, I realized that I am not a genius in command."

"I will not lead these 2500 people into the Jedi just because of my little self-esteem."

"I'm glad you're thoughtful." Eric nodded, "But you don't have to take other people's lives too seriously."

"If the battle goes badly... the family can still back you up."

Thor looked at Eric in surprise.

In his impression, his father has always been a brave warrior who will never retreat even if he is in danger.

Thor thought his father would encourage him not to be afraid.

But now, he was actually hinting to himself that at the critical moment, he should learn to... run away?

Eric glanced away, knowing that this was not the right thing for him to say because he himself had never done that.

But Thor was his only son after all, and he didn't want to see his child die before him.

"I understand your intention, father." Thor nodded solemnly: "But a true noble should not abandon his comrades and soldiers!"

"I'm going to rest first."

After saying that, Thor stood up and left.

Eric was stunned and showed a complicated smile.

"This kid still bleeds my blood after all."

The next day, early in the morning.

2500 Eagle Army soldiers stood quietly in the breeze.

The black armor swallowed up the sunlight, making the aura majestic and heavy.

In front of them was the officer who was responsible for leading them this time.

Thor led the 1st Battalion and personally took charge of the 1st Detachment of the 1st Battalion; Turo and Baido were responsible for commanding the remaining two detachments.

The configuration of the other four brigades is the same.

Magde was the commander of the 2nd Battalion, with Severin and Hervey as his deputies;

Lamb was the commander of the 3rd Battalion, with Freckles and Donkey Face as his deputies;
Hoyates was the commander of the 4th Squadron, with Huntington and Pip as his deputies;

Moas was appointed commander of the 5th Battalion, with Beta and Gran as his deputies;
These young generations have also experienced war, but except for Hoyaz, they have never had the experience of leading more than a small team alone.

Tension, excitement and excitement are shown on their faces either directly or suppressedly.

But there is no uneasiness!

These young people are eager to establish merit and long for a war that they can lead!
Thor felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

2500 people, it was such a large scale that it filled his vision.

Now, the lives of these people all rest on his shoulders!
"Let's go!" He shouted the order and was the first to spur his horse.

On his chest is inlaid the white kite shield of the Dyson family, and behind him is flying the eagle flag of the Griffith family!
A doubt suddenly arose in Thor's mind.

I wonder if my "let's go" has even a tiny bit of the charm of the Earl's back then?
The journey is not far.

We set out early in the morning and just after noon we had already reached the edge of the mountain territory.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Thor felt a chill even though the sun was shining brightly. There was even a faint smell of decay in the air.

With the sound of flapping wings, a wind king landed in the sky. The cavalry on it landed and saluted Thor respectfully: "Sir, the enemy seems to have discovered our movement. A large number of zombies are gathering 5 kilometers ahead."

"Everyone, be alert!" Thor tightened his grip on the sword at his waist:

"Prepare to engage the enemy!"

The sound of armor and weapons rubbing against each other could be heard, and the formation changed as it advanced, from a marching formation to a combat formation.

After turning a corner, a tide of zombies appeared before our eyes.

They brandished their weapons, and breathed out the coldness of hell:

“wahhhh!!!”

Roaring and surging!

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Chapter 428: The Army Takes the Leader

Magde, the commander of the 2nd Battalion, clenched the spear in his hand tightly, and sweat was oozing out of his palms.

As the son of Koru, the political officer of Hololand, Magd inherited his father's caution; having participated in the entire Eivor War, he also has rich combat experience.

But he still felt a little nervous.

Because when Aivor was fighting, he was facing living people after all, but now what was rushing towards him were rows of zombies; and back then he was just a soldier who only needed to obey orders, but now he has become the commander of a whole battalion of 500 people!
Facing the approaching zombies, Magid raised his right hand high:
"Crossbowmen, prepare—shoot!"

Crossbow arrows shot past, and the zombies were cut down like straw one by one. 4% of the arrows hit their heads.

Seeing that the zombies' offensive was slightly contained, Magid once again ordered: "Second Squadron, advance and kill the enemy!"

"3rd team, cover the flank!"

The characteristics of zombies, or all undead creatures, are that they are fearless and have no formation or discipline.

They usually rush forward in a swarm regardless of the cost, squeezing the opponent's formation, turning the battle into a chaotic fight, and then destroy the opponent through numerical advantage.

Magid did this to turn passivity into initiative, take the initiative and prevent these undead spirits from gathering together.

This kind of tactic undoubtedly requires a strong arrow, otherwise it will not only fail to defeat the enemy, but will turn the battle into a suicide mission!

Severin is this arrow.

As a descendant of a down-and-out knight, he has undergone rigorous knight training since childhood. Although his family fell into poverty later on, his basic skills are extremely solid, which is what enabled him to stand out in the Eivor War!

Now is the time for him to come into play.

"Maintain the formation and follow me!"

Faced with the oncoming tide of zombies, Severin roared, raised the spear in his hand and thrust it forward fiercely. The spear blade pierced the head of a zombie and squeezed its shriveled eyeballs out of its eye sockets.

The zombie fell to the ground crookedly, and was kicked away by Severin before he hit the ground.

Even without using his fighting spirit, every strike from Severin could bring a zombie back to peace.

Under his leadership, the soldiers advanced rapidly, and the unconscious tide of zombies seemed not brave enough.

At this moment, Severin saw a dark figure flying towards him in the tide of zombies. He immediately pulled out the throwing axe from his waist and threw it out.

Wrapped in the bright fighting spirit, the flying axe cut through the chests of the two zombies like butter and flew in front of the black shadow.

when--

The axe blade was stopped by a pitch-black sword.

There were enchanted patterns engraved on the long sword, and at this moment a chilling air was flowing out of it; the owner of the long sword was a warrior wearing black armor. If it weren't for his blue face and his nose that had rotted away and only the nostrils were left, he would have looked like a living person.

The green soul fire burning in its eyes proves its identity as a second-level undead creature!

This kind of zombie has another name -

Dark Warrior!
And his slightly furrowed brows showed that he had killed at least 30 people and had acquired a certain level of intelligence.

"hiss……"

White death energy flowed out from the black warrior's mouth and wrapped around the sword in his hand. The next moment, his body was pulled into the air by the sword and pierced towards Severin!

The aura of death exploded from his body, condensing into phantoms.

There were wailing women, soldiers with blood on their faces, panicked mercenaries, angry and desperate knights - all of them were the souls who died at his hands!

Severin's face was calm, the long sword in his hand raised to his eyebrows, and his fighting spirit radiated fiercely at this moment, as if he was holding a ball of sun in his hand!
"Holy Slash!"

The sword blade was engraved in the air, turning into an ∞-shaped light mark, expanding and shooting out!

The phantom of the dead soul melted like snow under the scorching sun, the breath of death was evaporated, and the black warrior who was originally rushing in the air suddenly stopped and knelt on the ground.

The armor on his chest peeled off piece by piece, revealing an ∞-shaped mark, and then the black warrior collapsed like burnt charcoal!

"Nothing more!" Severin stretched his wrist, but immediately became nervous again:
"Hervey, what are you doing!?"

Hervey, now the commander of the 2rd Detachment of the 3nd Battalion, was supposed to lead his troops to cover the 2nd Detachment, but now he rushed to the front of the 2nd Detachment alone!

But Hervey had no time for Severin.

He was a refugee who fled to the Eagle Territory because of the chaos of the Hand of Death. He had long been fed up with the hard days, so he never spared his life - as long as he could exchange it for military merit, he would drink one more day of wine or eat one more day of meat, and it would be earned!

Now, he has seen his opportunity again.

I saw a piece of bone staff hidden among the corpses!
He urged his warhorse to knock away the zombies blocking his way, and scarlet blood bloomed on the spear in his hand. Hervey locked onto the shriveled, black-robed figure and shouted:
"Go to hell!"

The soul shepherd looked up in horror and saw a big man with eyes like copper bells stabbing at him with a spear. He was so scared that he almost fell apart on the spot!

What's wrong with the Eagle Army? It's fine that there's a guy who can kill a tier 2 black warrior instantly, but how can someone rush to his face! ?
Could it be that the intelligence was wrong, and the main force of the Eagle Army was coming this time?
"Stop, stop him!!!"

It was too late to cast the spell again. The shepherd waved the staff in his hand, and two level 2 black warriors stepped forward behind him.

One of them held an axe and chopped at Hervey's waist; the other held a sword and chopped at the horse's chest!

And Hervey, who had rushed at full speed, had no way to retreat.

He doesn't want to retreat either!

Scarlet fighting spirit burst out, forming a set of scarlet armor on his body. He leaned down and thrust out with his spear!
The axe blade scraped across his head, breaking through his fighting armor, blowing off his helmet and cutting off a piece of his scalp; the warhorse under him let out a scream and fell forward.

At this moment, the axe blade changed direction and chopped vertically downward, while the long sword slashed upward towards Hervey's chest and abdomen!
The next moment, Hervey died on the spot.

At the critical moment, the spear finally pierced through the shepherd's chest, and the blood burst out, exploding into a blood mist!
puff.

The shepherd's body fell to the ground, and the two black warriors lost their controllers, their souls fell into chaos, and their movements stopped.

Hervey fell off his horse and rolled on the ground. Without bothering to confirm the results of the battle, he grabbed the spear and stabbed it into the head of the black warrior with an axe. Then he swung it horizontally, completely shattering the black warrior's sternum before he could recover his instincts.

Grabbing the shepherd's head from the ground, Hervey held it high, wiped the blood off his face, and roared:
"The herder is dead!!!"

Magid watched this scene in shock. If Hervey had just died in the tide of zombies, even if he won this battle it would be a failure, a failure for him as the commander of the 2nd Squadron!

He wiped the cold sweat from his head:
"Kill the general and seize the flag? This guy... has he read too many chivalry novels?"

For a moment, I didn't know whether to say that Hervey was fearless or reckless in disobedience!

There were as many as seven or eight thousand zombies attacking this time, and killing just one herder would not be enough to affect the overall situation.

But it is not just the 2nd Battalion that plays a role.

The 5th Battalion led by Moas is also showing their style!

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(End of this chapter)