Imperial Crown.

Chapter 432: Worth the Trip

Chapter 435: Worth the Trip

With the fall of Zeswei, the direction of the battlefield became clear.

The so-called "herder" is, after all, just a puppet who shares some of the Necromancer's magic and soul. When the Necromancer dies, the herder loses the ability to command the undead army and becomes an ordinary mortal.

The Undead army lost control. Their hatred for life made them kill all the herders in the team immediately. Then, driven by instinct, they continued to attack the surrounding Eagle Army in a disorderly manner.

The commander of the 3rd Battalion, Lamb, retracted his gaze and gave a loud order:

"Keep the formation. We have managed to hold on until now. Don't lose any more men at this moment!"

Although Lamb is only 27 years old, he is a veteran from the First Legion of the Eagle Army. He has a very high prestige among the 2500-strong army in this operation.

Therefore, with this order, the soldiers who had become a little impatient because the situation began to improve immediately regained their composure.

Born a serf, Lamb has a strong build and a red face at all times. He looks very brave and never lags behind in battle.

But such a tough guy who seemed to be born for war actually learned to read and write, and his greatest hobby was reading.

Most of his military pay was spent on buying books.

Reading not only broadened Lamb's horizons, but also helped him develop a calm and composed demeanor. Even though he was extremely confident in his own abilities, he was able to restrain the urge to kill the generals and seize the flags.

After all, history has repeatedly warned him that no matter how well-disciplined an army is, once its commander dies in battle, it will be destroyed.

But now, he doesn't have to suppress himself anymore.

"Donkey face, freckles!" Lamb grabbed the long-handled axe:
"Come with me and get rid of that troublesome guy!"

"Yes, Captain!" Donkey Face and Freckles followed with their weapons in hand, laughing.

The "trouble" Lamb was referring to was a dark warrior.

The helmet was slightly deformed, the armor on his body was jet black, and there was a crest with a mountain-shaped pattern on his chest.

It was the deceased Mountain Baron, Hudson Ota Tillis.

Previously, he was in charge of commanding the zombies, which created considerable pressure on Lamb and his team. That is why Lamb has not been able to free up his hands to support Thor and his team until now.

With the death of Zeswei, Hudson also lost his command over the zombies. Now he stood there a little dazed, as if he had some doubts about his own existence.

But when he looked up and saw the red-faced giant with an axe running towards him, hatred for the living and desire for flesh and blood instantly filled his entire soul.

“…Ohhhhh!!!!”

A long roar came from his dry throat, and the long sword at Hudson's waist jumped into his hand under the impetus of the breath of death. The death energy burned on the blade like a flame, stretching out like the wings of a phoenix.

With the help of these wings, Hudson strode towards the red-faced giant. The deathly aura around him fluttered like petals and a fox's tail, whipping the air and leaving deep pits on the ground.

Lamb's expression darkened slightly, and flames flowed out from the gaps in his armor, wrapping him up, and then flowed towards the giant axe in his hand.

The giant axe was burned into a wheat-colored golden color, as if it had just been forged from a furnace.

The two men were getting closer and closer, and they swung the giant axe high and smashed it down suddenly.

when--

When the axe blade collided with the sword blade, a small circle of dark color appeared on the edge of the giant axe blade, and the long sword became hot.

The flames of fighting spirit and the breath of death intertwined with each other, rising alternately and exploding with thunderous sounds.

Burning heroically!

The fire flickered, illuminating the faces of two people, one living and one dead.

Hudson suddenly roared, exerted force with both hands, and threw Lamb away. Then he jumped up, raised the sword above his head, and chopped down!

at this time.

Donkey Face and Freckles came up from the left and right.

Both of them were born as refugees, one has a face like a donkey and the other is covered with freckles. They can be called "brothers in distress". They are together during training and always together when not training. The tacit understanding between them is beyond the reach of even many biological brothers.

The timing of the attack was just right. Hudson jumped up and then fell down again, without any room to change his body shape.

The long sword in the donkey-faced man's hand was attached with dark yellow earth fighting spirit, and it slashed at Hudson's lower abdomen with a bang, dispersing the death energy that was wrapped around it, and also causing a tiny gap in the armor.

The long sword in Freckles' hand followed closely, and the green life force filling his body made him stronger. He slashed the donkey's face with the long sword, and it landed right on the gap that had been cut before.

The gap turned into a crack, and the lower part of the armor shattered at this moment.

There is no more obstruction to the sword!

With a few puffs, Hudson's lower and upper body fell to the ground one after another.

Then the long axe whistled down and smashed Hudson's head into pieces.

Hudson's fingers twitched a few times and finally stopped moving.

"Ha, I heard that Hudson is at level 3, but you can't tell from this." Donkey Face put away his weapon with a smile.

"He's a Fire Knight, not a natural Death Knight." Freckles rolled his eyes at him, "He can't even use all his fighting skills, so it's no wonder he died in our hands."

"Or do you want him to be stronger and more challenging?"

"I didn't say that..." Donkey Face shrugged his shoulders: "Captain Lamb, what should we do next?"

Lamb did not respond immediately. He was staring at Hudson's body on the ground, slightly absent-minded.

As a soldier of the Griffith family, Lamb, who loves reading, knows the history of the nobility in Snow Maple County very well.

The Tiris family, to which Hudson belongs, was just a merchant family 300 years ago.

Over the next 70 years, the Tiris family spent five generations of accumulated wealth before finally obtaining a knight title from the previous mountain lord.

After becoming knights, they spent nearly 120 years and sacrificed the lives of more than a dozen direct bloodlines before finally allowing their family to be promoted to baron.

Now, the last generation of the family head died in such an inglorious way.

The entire family's struggle and hard work over the past hundreds of years ultimately came to nothing.

So what has Lamb been fighting for until now?

"Ah..." Lamb sighed and raised his head: "Give the order, follow the command of the First Battalion closely, and don't blindly chase the enemy."

Seeing that Lamb was not in a good mood, Donkey Face asked, "How come you don't seem happy at all after winning the battle?"

Lamb was not pretentious and told the two of them what he had just felt.

"People who have read books think more." Freckles smiled and said, "It's not easy for the Tiris family, but don't forget what kind of life we ​​lived before. We worked hard to farm for ten or even dozens of generations. If we are destined to die, won't we die anyway?"

"That's right." Donkey Face echoed: "Hudson is dead, and you can still feel sad. But when the Mountain Territory was destroyed, thousands of serfs died. Who would remember them?"

"If you ask me, it's better to have a title. It's the same death, but at least people have enjoyed it!"

Lamb also laughed when he heard this.

Yes, everyone will die one day anyway, so why not create a future for the family before you die?

It’s worth coming to this world!
"Lord Thor has an order!" A messenger came to Lamb and the others:
"Keep marching and try to recapture the Mountain Territory Castle before dark!"

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Chapter 436: Is there such a good thing?

That very night, Thor led the Eagle Army to the Mountain Lord's Castle.

After spending some time to clear out the remaining undead creatures and sealing up the castle's treasures that were being sorted out but not yet moved, the army rested around the castle. Thor, who had taken the healing potion and life essence, was basically stable after taking it. Seeing that the undead creatures had almost dispersed, he ordered the wine found in the castle to be distributed so that the soldiers could relax.

He took two bottles of Angel's Tears and had a drink with Turo and Baido.

Turo and Baido are both sons of Fili, the political officer of Goldshire.

Turow inherited his father's thick lips, which look like they were stung by a bee; Baido is more like his mother, with very high cheekbones, which makes him look a little mean.

"We have accomplished a great feat this time!" Turo said with a proud smile on his face.

Baiduo nodded: "Especially Boss Thor, he killed the necromancer alone, otherwise the loss would not have been so great."

"This time when I go back, I have a good chance of getting the title of knight."

Turo and Baido were not the only ones excited.

At this time, there were warm shouts, toasts and laughter coming from outside. They were the soldiers who had taken a break and were relaxing and celebrating.

This time, it took only one day to recover the mountain territory from the start to the capture of the castle, and the losses on our side were quite small, so the soldiers were very happy and excited.

Thor was of course equally happy, but not as excited as the soldiers. He remained rational in the face of the flattery:

"It's not that easy to get a title. Let's keep a low profile this time when we go back. Don't let people laugh at us. If we have a little achievement, we will be so proud of ourselves."

This sentence was said not only to Turo and Baido, but also to Thor himself.

Because he knew that this fight with Zeswei was not a real war, it could only be called a battle at most.

Although Zeswei is strong and has a large number of undead under his command, Zeswei is not here to start a war.

He was more like a robber, ready to rob and run away, but Thor and his men arrived too quickly, forcing him to bite the bullet and fight.

If this really were a war, regardless of anything else, as long as Zethwe was guarding the castle, it would not be something that Thor could take down with just 2500 men.

"Okay, let's finish this cup and call it a day." Thor said:

"I have sent someone back to deliver a letter to the Earl. I believe the next instructions will arrive soon."

Turo and Baido knew that Thor was still injured, so they didn't force him. They drank the wine in their glasses and left.

The next morning, an army arrived at the castle.

They were not the new people sent by Raven, but the 4th Battalion led by Hoyaz and the 5th Battalion led by Moas.

The leading officers, including Hoyaz and Moas, all looked unhappy.

Yesterday on the battlefield, Thor, as a representative of the local faction, killed Zeswei, and they, the outsiders, also joined forces to surround and kill the abomination.

Zeswei and Abomination were both level 3, while Hudson was killed by the 3rd Battalion which consisted of both local and non-local members. All in all, the merits of both sides were evenly matched.

But no one expected that Moas would make a breakthrough at the critical moment!

The breakthrough process could not be interrupted, so they had to stop to protect Moas and were unable to continue advancing. They killed fewer zombies and skeletons and fell behind in military achievements.

It's a bit frustrating.

But I have to keep these words in my heart and never say them out loud - after all, this is just a small fight, and the real deal will be revealed when we get to the orc battlefield!
At noon that day.

A fast horse arrived at the castle, bringing Raven's new orders.

The order said that Thor should withdraw from the Mountain Territory with the spoils in an orderly manner, and then the security forces from the Snow Maple Territory would come in and be responsible for clearing out the remaining undead creatures.

Thor immediately accepted the order.

Although it felt great to have a castle all to myself, this place was occupied by undead creatures for a period of time after all, and the smell was really overwhelmed; occasionally, when walking, I would sprain my ankle and step on some broken limbs, which also made people feel a little disgusted.

Three days later, Thor sorted out the stock in the castle and marched back to Snow Maple Territory with his soldiers. After a short stay, he returned to Eagle City.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Thor always felt that Raven, who was sitting in a high-back chair, looked much more energetic than the last time they met.

"My Lord Earl, I have accomplished your mission!" Thor knelt on one knee and pounded his breastplate heavily with his right hand:

"The culprit who caused the destruction of the Mountain Territory, the Necromancer Zeswei, has been killed by me personally, and most of his undead army has also been annihilated. Only a small group of undead are still roaming around."

"The mountain territory's treasury has been transported back with the army."

"Besides, I also found these two things on that necromancer!"

As he spoke, Thor held up a wooden box in both hands and passed it to Raven from Petty.

Raven took the box and opened it, and a black light shone.

The pupa of the Spiritual Hell Butterfly was lying in it.

It was because of it that the Mountain Territory was destroyed and Hudson died.

Next to the pupa, there was a space ring lying there quietly.

He grabbed the ring in his hand and probed it with his mental power.

The wizard was rich, but the necromancer was notoriously poor. Raven had no high expectations for Zethwe's wealth, but when he saw the collection, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

There is such a good thing!

After closing the box, Raven smiled and said, "Well done, you are very much like your father."

"Go to my storage later and pick out a level 2 enchanted weapon."

Thor was overjoyed: "Thank you, Lord Earl!"

The market price of a level 2 enchanted weapon is approximately between 1000 and 2000 gold coins, which is not unaffordable for the Dyson family.

But the Earl’s treasury is different. It contains many treasures taken from the private collection of the Grand Duke of Eivor.

How can the weapons collected by the Grand Duke be compared with those on the market?
Raven asked Thor some more details about the operation and then let Thor leave.

He returned to the study and opened the list of items seized.

Although it has a long heritage, the Tiris family is only a baronial family after all, and its gold coin reserves are only 27332 pieces.

In addition, there are various types of treasures. The total number is not small, but the value is not high. In total, it is worth more than 5 gold coins.

It is still far from the 80 gold coins needed to activate the "Glory of God" magic circle.

"What a pity! It would be great if we knew where Zeswei hid the treasures." Raven sighed and shook his head.

According to Thor, Zethwe had excavated hundreds of ancient tombs.

Even if an ancient tomb can only produce 1 gold coins, added together, it would be a fortune of millions!

But people should not be too greedy. At least this time, the pupa of the Spirit Prison Butterfly was in his hands.

Not to mention, there is another good thing in Zeswei’s space ring!

Taking the ring to his meditation room, Raven activated it with his mental power.

thump.

A stone statue landed in front of Raven.

A biting cold spread.

A layer of black ice began to spread and grow with the stone statue as the center!
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(End of this chapter)