Throne of the North.

Chapter 332 Kingdom War (IV)

In the dark night, fires lit up in the woods, illuminating the battlefield. The soldiers' expressions were heavy as they looked at the results of the statistics.

In the light of the flames, corpses were placed in the middle.

"We lost more than forty soldiers."

More than 20% casualties is a terrifying ratio. In front of the Warthogs, there is no such thing as serious injury. Once hit in the vitals, the outcome is certain death.

What made Colin feel fortunate was that in this war, no soldiers retreated after the death of someone. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Quinn.

This guy performed very well in the war. It turned out that Lord Ryan's vision was beyond his reach. He had looked down on him before.

If Quinn had not taken up the banner at the last moment, they would have been forced to flee and then hunted down by the orcs.

"The commander will count our contributions, as well as theirs."

As Colin spoke, he pointed to the forty-two dead people on the ground. Their two centurions had lost more than 20% of their men in one battle. At this moment, he didn't know whether Lord Ryan would punish him after he returned to the legion.

"Tomorrow, we will send the bodies of these orcs to Baron Moore's territory, and then I will ask him for the command of his army. Only with more soldiers can we win the next war."

Wei Lun, the Knight Commander in Baron Moore's territory, is also a Bronze Knight. Besides him, there is another Bronze Knight, as well as more than 20 apprentice knights. Together with ordinary soldiers, they are also a powerful fighting force that must be utilized.

Otherwise, if he really returned to Lord Ryan with a hundred or eighty people, Colin's future would be bleak.

Early the next morning, the corpses of sixty or seventy warthog orcs were placed in front of Baron Moore. The baron was shocked. Looking at the hideous orcs, the baron did not dare to approach at all.

"You killed all of them?"

Baron Moore was shocked, and the soldiers behind Colin and Quinn also raised their heads proudly. This was their victory.

At this moment, no one cares about the dead soldiers. The living are the future. The dead have been buried and will be mourned at a specific time.

Not surprisingly, the remaining 158 soldiers combined with the 150 soldiers in Baron Moore's territory to form a huge army of 300 people.

Baron Moore still needed to keep some soldiers to guard and suppress the territory, so he was unwilling to give more.

Colin led these people back to the camp in the woods and rebuilt the defense line.

"Master Centurion, we have found a group of refugees."

A soldier came to report in the morning that some humans were fleeing in the distance and were discovered by scouts.

"take me."

With the sound of horse hooves, Colin and his soldiers appeared in front of a dishevelled team. There were about thirty people in the team, and they seemed to be from several families.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Colin asked loudly, which frightened these people. The population flow between noble territories was almost non-existent, because if a stranger appeared in his own territory without any background, he would most likely be captured and used as a slave, losing everything and even becoming the wealth of a certain noble.

Therefore, the vast majority of people in the territory are honest guys who fear the authority of the lord and the whip of the knights, and obediently cultivate the land, living, living, and cultivating the land, day after day.

Just like Quinn before.

"We are farmers...farmers led by Viscount Harry. We are free people. Viscount Harry was defeated by the orcs, so we hid. We escaped this morning while the orcs were sleeping."

The group knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness from the knight. They didn't want to be captured and become slaves of some nobleman. They wanted to wait until Viscount Harry drove away the orcs and then return to their home.

Colin looked at these skinny and pale guys. Actually, they were not that bad. After all, the old, weak and sick had almost all died in the first invasion of the orcs. The guys who had the strength to escape at this time were in much better health than the other peasants.

"From now on, you are my prisoners."

Taking these dozens of people back to the forest position, Colin asked Quinn to select some men to serve as soldiers to supplement the two-man team.

"Ask them about the situation in Viscount Harry's territory. I'm going to write a letter to Michaela and the others."

"These people were able to escape successfully. It seems that there are not too many Warthogs coming to our side. We may have even killed them all."

Colin can write. After these years of miserable study in the frozen land, he has become able to express himself with pen and ink.

Feeling the gazes from everyone around him, Colin still felt a little proud and complacent.

"A bunch of mud legs."

About fifteen miles east of the Barony of Moore, there is a barony, which is the territory of Baron Isaac.

Although from a macro perspective, the orcs are attacking the noble territories in the south of the kingdom in a fan-shaped manner with the royal city as the center, but from a specific performance, it is actually a fan-shaped area composed of blooming fireworks.

For example, when Viscount Harry's territory was breached by an orc army numbering more than 4,000, these 4,000 warthog orcs scattered like fireworks, dividing into small armies one after another to attack the surrounding baronies.

The entire fan-shaped area was formed in this way. When a powerful territory was defeated by a large number of orcs, the orcs would spread out into groups to go to the territories of small nobles to plunder. If they could win in the territories of small nobles, the warthog orcs would get more spoils.

So after Viscount Harry's territory was occupied, the surrounding barons and minor nobles suffered. Groups of hog orcs appeared in their territories, and they no longer had the strength to resist.

The arrival of the Imperial Legion eased the tension. Baron Isaac's territory was waiting for support from three armies of one hundred men at the critical moment.

But soon, these three hundred people, along with Baron Isaac's army, were caught up in a stalemate of war.

In the field, the Bronze Knight squire Michaela rode on a Northern warhorse. His voice echoed in the sky above the battlefield. His roar had lasted for two hours and was still not hoarse.

As the warhorse charged, at the moment of intersection, the long sword tore open the bone armor of the orc warrior. He did not care whether the orc warrior was dead or not. The warhorse charged forward without stopping, passing through the battlefield. No one could stop him who was becoming more and more courageous in the war.

"For the glory of the empire!"

"For the glory of Ryan!"

He waved the knight's sword, and his loud voice was the flag of all the soldiers on the battlefield, inspiring them to fight. In this field where wheat seeds should have been planted, blood was always flowing on the tragic battlefield. Under the stimulation of adrenaline, the soldiers had no chance of retreating.

"Kill all these damn orcs!"

Michaela turned his horse around and came in front of several other knights on warhorses. The next moment, several knights launched another charge towards the battlefield. Although there were only five warhorses and five knights, they charged forward on the battlefield with an indomitable momentum. Hog orcs kept falling in front of them, and the surface of the horse armor was already covered with muddy blood. It was not as smooth as clear water, but sticky to the armor.

However, even so they still could not completely change the situation on the battlefield, because Baron Isaac's territory was just south of Viscount Harry's territory, and it was also the main direction of attack by the Hog Orcs after they broke through Viscount Harry's territory.

"kill!"

In the majestic explosion of energy and blood, Michaela felt the expansion of his seed of life. He seemed to be about to break through, but on such a battlefield, the loss of energy and blood caused by the sudden breakthrough would make him fall into a weak state.

Therefore, he had been suppressing his energy and blood tightly, preventing them from surging and boiling on their own.

"Even if I fail, after this war is over, the Baron's blessing will allow me to become a Silver Knight!"

Michaela thought so. He had the last choice, so he didn't care about the feeling of breakthrough at the moment. As long as he could maintain his peak condition in this war.

Because he knew very well that if he fell or disappeared, the battlefield would definitely end in collapse, because the number of the Warthog Orc army was already 150% of the human soldiers.

In a one-on-one fight, the tall hog orcs were already powerful enough. If it weren't for the territorial villages and towns behind them, and if it weren't for Michaela's voice constantly inspiring the soldiers on the battlefield to fight the hog orcs to the death, the war would have collapsed at the first moment.

"kill!"

Throwing the knight's spear out, Michaela's powerful force directly pierced through an orc warrior with the spear. While saving a soldier, he had no time to look at the other party's condition. The sword fell and landed on the head of another orc, splitting the head and separating the two sharp fangs. Michaela did not stop.

He couldn't stop, he could only keep charging and fighting in the most brutal positions.

"Don't be afraid, we will win." Michaela reined in the horse and turned around again, caressing the warhorse's neck with her wet palm. The scorching temperature showed that the warhorse's condition had reached its limit at this moment. The vast energy and blood made a thin layer of mist emerge on the surface of the warhorse's body, and it was also consuming violently.

The horse armor on it was given by Baron Isaac. It helped the warhorse and Michaela to fend off the attack of a large number of orcs on the first day of their arrival. Otherwise, the horse would probably have died on the battlefield that day.

But today, it's not sure if it can survive.

Perhaps the warhorse would not have such emotions, but Michaela did. As a knight squire blessed by the deer spirit, he had been loyal to Baron Ryan for more than two years, and he was not sure whether his loyalty would continue.

So, he tore off the clothes under the skirt of his armor, wrapped the cloth strips around it, and then blindfolded the horse under him.

"Don't be afraid, we will definitely win."

After blindfolding the horse, Michaela once again charged towards the battlefield.

This time, without the obstruction of vision, the Northern Warhorse did not need to make any judgment. It only needed to keep moving forward, forward again and again, until the pull of the reins changed its direction.

"kill!"

On the battlefield, soldiers listened to the shouts and cries of killing in awe. They could not look up because this was a battlefield. The familiar sound in their ears was their flag. The honorable knight had stayed on this battlefield for more than three days. Everyone knew that his rest time was no more than five hours.

The flag and emblem belonging to the Isaac family have been broken and fell in a pool of blood somewhere unknown, trampled by orcs. There may still be corpses of soldiers on them, but now the soldiers no longer need to look at that flag. The vague sound in their ears, whose direction may not even be distinguished, is their new flag.

"We-have won!"

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

In the blood, no one knew how much time had passed. The soldiers only felt that their hands were waving instinctively and becoming powerless. However, this series of shouts still made the soldiers stop in confusion and look up at the front.

The Warthog orcs are fleeing towards the north of the battlefield. They are very panicked. The courage and bloodthirstiness brought to them by the war have cooled over time. This war finally ended with the victory of mankind again.

"Wan Sheng!"

Amidst the roars like mountains and seas, one could vaguely hear that countless voices were hoarse. They were already exhausted. At this moment, most people sat on the ground regardless of everything. They were unwilling to stand up even if they had to flow down the ravine.

"Survived."

Michaela tore off the cloth on the warhorse's eyes, which was already wet with blood. Michaela, who was wearing armor, insisted on taking off the heavy armor and saddle on the warhorse's back, and walked on the battlefield pulling the reins.

He was not moving fast. His intense fatigue made the world in front of him seem to slow down. He walked very slowly, leading his horse. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers looked at him in silence. No one had the interest to praise a leader after shouting victory, but the silent gaze at this moment was worth more than a thousand words.

When he arrived at the town, Michaela was still holding on, and he saw the baron lord here.

"Baron, the soldiers need to rest now. The cleanup of the battlefield is left to you. Also, we need to provide food and water. We need to replenish a lot of water. Oh, and control their food. No one is allowed to eat more than twice the usual amount of food."

"Even if they could eat a cow right now."

After saying this, Michaela walked towards the military camp and fell on her wooden bed.

"master."

An old man beside Baron Isaac shouted in a low voice.

"Forget it, I'll give him the letter tomorrow. You heard what he just said, right? Why don't you go and prepare it?"

Baron Isaac shouted angrily, and the butler left in panic. The war broke out in front of the baron's mansion. For a whole day, the baron was furious about the performance of his soldiers, and the butler did not dare to get into trouble at this time.

Most of the soldiers were carried back because they were so exhausted that they had difficulty even moving their hands.

"Hopefully the orcs won't attack tomorrow."

……

The Legion of Light's Judgment, the main camp in Baron Turner's territory.

The Flying Wolf Cavalry returned one after another, and every day they had to transmit a large amount of intelligence.

"We have initially stabilized the defense line. Since we arrived here, only two baron territories have been defeated. All the remaining noble territories have resisted the orcs' attacks."

"Spread this message to the nobles in the south of the kingdom, and tell them that I need more supplies."

"Write another letter to Adams, telling him that we will help him regain his throne soon, but the soldiers are fighting and need military funds, rewards and pensions, and more clothes to replace the soldiers' clothes soaked in blood."

The Legion of Light's Judgment was sent by the Empire, but that doesn't mean they will help the Andara Kingdom for free.

The initial defense against the orcs' southward advance proved the Imperial Legion's combat effectiveness and ability to fight against the orcs. Next, the kingdom needs to give him more sincerity so that Ryan can ensure the rhythm and efficiency of this war.

This was not out of greed, but a real desire to give money to the soldiers.

"Also, let Adams answer me how many nobles have sworn allegiance to him."

"How can he become the king of the kingdom if he cannot gain the recognition and loyalty of the nobles?"

"If he has the loyalty of so many nobles, why wait until now!"

Ryan's voice turned cold.

"——I haven't heard of any noble lord in any territory expelling or killing the clergy of the Church of Dawn in their territory? Why do those churches still exist? Can the immortal and great God of Light be served by them?"

……

When Ryan spoke again on the matter, he had already appeared in Baron Moore's territory.

The mighty cavalry corps, the flags of the Legion of Light's Judgment fluttering in the air, and the flags of the Frozen Territory oppressed everyone in the entire Barony of Moore, making them dare not even breathe.

Walking in this territory, Ryan looked at Baron Moore.

"Mr. Baron Moore, you are unwilling to give me an answer. Now that I am here in person, can you give me a result?"

The fat Baron Moore's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He didn't expect that Baron Ryan, who was also a baron, could have such a terrifying aura. He had never felt this way when he faced the Grand Duke and the King.

"me……"

He was extremely nervous and didn't know what to say after opening his mouth several times. It was Ryan who helped him answer his questions.

"Are you arranging your soldiers to capture the priests and monks of the Dawn Church?"

Baron Moore reacted, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, that's right. That's what I planned. I'm arranging soldiers to capture him now, Weilun!"

The Knight Commander came out and was met with a barrage of curses from the Baron.

"What are you standing there for? Go and capture those damned Dawn Cultists and hand them over to Baron Ryan for punishment!"

Wei Lun also left reluctantly. Soon, a group of clergymen wearing Dawn robes were captured. The people of the barony around them were a little nervous and even questioned Knight Wei Lun why he wanted to capture them.

And those who were arrested became even more arrogant.

"What are you doing? What are you doing! This is blasphemy, blasphemy against the great Lord of the Dawn. You will all be burned to death by the Lord's flames. Let me go!"

(End of this chapter)