I'm not a lord

Chapter 266 White Bear County Unrestricted Fighting Tournament
Upon hearing the devastating news brought by the warriors of his tribe, Augusta's first reaction was disbelief.

He rushed up to the group and shouted, "What did you say? A large number of enemies have appeared in the south? Impossible, absolutely impossible, you must be mistaken!"

According to multiple intelligence sources, Lynn has moved the vast majority of his troops to the southernmost part of White River Territory and is currently engaged in fierce combat with the Duke of the Swamp.

Even if Lynn receives the military intelligence and makes an emergency peace with the Duke of the Swamp, and then leads his troops to aid White Bear Territory, it will still take at least a week, not counting the time the messenger spends on the road.

The Baihe Pass stretches over 400 kilometers from north to south; even with wings, it would take two or three days to fly there.

Lynn's army were also human, and they could only travel on foot.

Augusta then concluded: "What you saw must be the militia of the southern shallows county, an army cobbled together by farmers. They won't have much fighting power, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

If the chieftains of the three tribes hadn't been there, Augusta probably would have dragged the warriors who came to deliver the message away and executed them.

Disrupting morale at a critical moment deserves to be beheaded a hundred times!
A warrior who came to deliver the news immediately shouted: "Chieftain, we were not mistaken! The enemy has a large number of cavalry, and we were also ambushed by a large number of barbarians. They could not possibly be farmers!"

These people were indeed wronged.

They were following Augusta's orders to be stationed in the forests south of White Bear County to monitor enemy activity and block the militia from the Shallow Beach County who might move north to provide support.

However, the first wave of enemy troops that launched a surprise attack on him was a scouting force of barbarians personally led by Soward Jr.

These scouts moved with ease through the complex terrain of the forest, and a few elites could even traverse the towering treetops to launch surprise attacks from above on Augusta's men.

Following closely behind Soward Jr. were the five hundred iron cavalry led by Hugh Gor, the second son.

These cavalrymen each had at least two horses. They used ordinary riding horses to travel while marching, but once they learned of the enemy's whereabouts, they could immediately switch to energetic and high-quality warhorses to launch a charge.

Following the cavalry into the battlefield were nearly two thousand infantrymen personally led by Lynn.

Under multiple attacks, Augusta's hundreds of intercepting troops collapsed instantly, either killed on the spot or captured and surrendered. Only a few managed to escape and return to report the news.

As the intercepting forces retreated, the two tribes of the wilderness who had besieged two manors in the south of White Bear County also began to stir.

These tribes were willing to move south partly because they were intimidated by Augusta, and partly because they coveted the abundant resources of the White River Territory.

They had already suffered a broken backbone in the tribal wars of conquest, and their chieftain's elite forces had also suffered heavy losses. They were good at picking up bargains with the Rift Valley tribe, but asking them to fight a hard battle was simply a pipe dream.

After a brief commotion, the two tribes made the same decision: run, and run as fast as possible.

At this moment, they were fleeing at full speed toward Augusta's temporary command post.

The main reason is that this temporary command post is located at the entrance of the salt transport road. If you want to escape back to the dense jungle in the north as soon as possible, taking this road is the fastest and most convenient way.

As soon as the messenger finished speaking, the three clan leaders inside the house began to discuss among themselves.

"Could it really be enemy reinforcements?"

"It doesn't look fake."

"Could this be a trap?"

The three of them looked at each other, then suddenly turned around and ran away.

The atmosphere was like a 100-meter sprint final, with each clan leader putting in their utmost effort, afraid of being left behind.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

Augusta reached out to try and stop them, but he couldn't even grab the hem of the patriarchs' clothes.

Moreover, due to the suddenness of the incident and their lack of experience in handling similar events, Augusta's guards had no time to intercept them and could only watch helplessly as they fled.

The three clan leaders rushed out the door, gathered the warriors of their clans who had come with them, and the group charged forward in a flurry of activity, causing chaos throughout the temporary command post.

Augusta's eldest son stared blankly at the scene, then asked in a daze, "Father, what should we do now?"

"Go after them! Bring them all back to me!"

Augusta slapped his eldest son across the face, then roared at the guard beside him, "Go and call Karura! Go and call Karura!"

Even a fool would realize by now that the problem lies with the intelligence, and that Karula, who provided him with false information, is also to blame.

But he overlooked one problem: what should be done after summoning Karula?
Karula is a war goddess personally groomed by Augusta, and holds a lofty position within her tribe.

Moreover, this War Goddess is not just a figurehead; she is the undisputed number one warrior in the wasteland, and even a dozen or so warriors from the tribe working together couldn't do anything to her.

If she really comes, who will kill whom?
Just as Augusta finished speaking, the thatched roof above him suddenly burst open, and a sharp figure descended from the sky, directly stomping Augusta under his feet.

"Are you looking for me?"

The newcomer was Carla. She remained expressionless, and with a slight push of her right foot, Augusta's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

The first 'great' patriarch in history to unify the wasteland thus became a warm corpse, without even having time to utter a final farewell.

Although Augusta's personal combat strength is not bad, it is as easy for Karula to crush him as to crush an ant.

All I can say is that Carula's five-star stats are still way too overpowered for the average player.

Lynn's assessment of her was correct; this was no human being, but a monster in human skin!
"Father, father!"

"Chieftain! Chieftain!"

"Kalura, you killed the chieftain."

"You idiot, do you know what you've done?"

After witnessing Augusta's death, the people in the room were in chaos, including the eldest son who was mourning his father and the guards who were cursing Carula.

Without exception, these people only dared to talk; none of them dared to rush forward to avenge their fathers or clan leaders.

Some of the guards had even secretly pulled their comrades to their sides and quietly moved towards the door, intending to emulate the three clan leaders who had fled earlier.

Karula glanced around at everyone in the room, fixing her murderous gaze on the guards who were trying to escape. Then she gently beckoned: "You only have two choices: seek revenge against me or surrender."

After a moment of silence, a young guard suddenly knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground, and said, "I am willing to offer everything to the great God of War!"

Augusta's eldest son turned around at the sound and was stunned.

No, you surrendered way too quickly! The chieftain was just killed, and you, the chieftain's guard, are already eager to surrender to the enemy. Are you even human?
But before the relatively filial eldest son could even utter a furious outburst, a gleaming bone dagger pierced his chest in the next second.

He turned his head and realized that the assassin was still a familiar clan chief's guard.

The dagger swirled, and hot blood gushed from the corner of his mouth and the wound. Augusta's eldest son closed his eyes in resentment, thus following his father in death.

The assassin drew his dagger, offered it to Carula as a pledge of allegiance, and then shouted, "I am also willing to pledge my allegiance to the God of War!"

Soon, the dozen or so guards inside the room swore allegiance to Karula.

The 'Goddess of War's' reputation was fully demonstrated at this moment; no one was willing to be her enemy, even though she had personally killed the clan leader.

Carla looked at the group of guards kneeling on the ground, casually pointed to a relatively older middle-aged guard, and said calmly: "Augusta is dead. I will take over the Rift Valley Tribe. I grant you all the power and order you to appease the warriors of the tribe for me. There is an empty manor one kilometer to the west. You take them to the manor first, and the rest of you will assist him."

The guards responded in unison, "We obey the God of War's command."

Those who can serve as the clan chief's bodyguards are naturally highly skilled in martial arts and hold a considerable position within the clan.

With Augusta and his son now dead, Carula only needs to control these guards to indirectly control the thousands of warriors in her tribe.

Her plan was simple: to take these several thousand people to another manor and keep them under strict guard, while waiting for Lynn's army to come and take them over.

As for the warriors of the other six races, and the fifty to sixty thousand old, weak, women and children temporarily living in the salt mine, those were beyond Karula's reach.

No matter how strong she is, she is only one person and cannot control the tens of thousands of deserters running rampant in Baixiong County.

How many barbarians can ultimately be captured depends on the strength of Lynn and his army.

Soon, news of the Goddess of War, Karula, taking over the tribe spread throughout the thousands of warriors of the Rift Valley.

Although they were confused, they had no choice but to obey orders, leave the village where they had been stationed for two days, and retreat westward together with the bottles and jars they had plundered.

On the manor wall, the fifth brother, Andrei, who had been fighting for two whole days, naturally noticed the unusual movements of the wasteland people.

He let out a long sigh, then slumped down.

The fine plate armor only protected him from the attacks of the barbarians, but every time he swung his spear, it consumed his energy and strength.

He has barely slept these past two days, standing like a mountain atop the wall, becoming a wall of sighs that the people of the wilderness can never cross.

Although Andrei sat down, his blood-soaked spear remained straight. With his last ounce of strength, he swung the spear and shouted, "The Count's reinforcements have arrived! We have won!"

Cheers that resounded through the sky erupted immediately from the city walls and above, while hundreds of militiamen inside the manor embraced each other in celebration of this hard-won victory.

As cheers erupted, the villagers outside the manor scattered like birds and beasts.

The Rift Valley tribe managed to maintain their formation as they retreated westward, while the other tribes were completely disorganized. Thousands of blue-haired barbarians, carrying their loot, scrambled to flee north.

The salt transport road, which was wide enough for two horse-drawn carriages to pass side by side, was blocked.

But this chaos has only just begun.

The warriors of the wilderness scattered outside the castles and manors of White Bear County began to flee for their lives. They did not care that there were enemy troops in the manors behind them, nor did they care about the restraints of the chieftains and leaders. They only wanted to escape back to the safe forest.

During an avalanche, every snowflake bravely ventures to the ends of the earth.

The saying "a defeat is like a landslide" probably describes this situation.

All of this was because Lynn came.

His army crossed the forest roads and appeared on the vast plains of White Bear County.

Upon learning that the savages had fled north en masse, Lynn immediately ordered: "Pursue the savages, and capture them alive if possible!"

Upon receiving the order, the more than 3,000 troops he brought were divided into dozens of groups of fifty men each and pursued northward at breakneck speed.

In a pursuit battle, neither the pursuer nor the pursued can maintain a well-ordered formation.

However, Lynn had anticipated this situation before the war began, and he specifically assigned a soldier who could speak the language of the Wildlings to each squadron to ensure that as many Wildlings as possible could be captured during the pursuit.

At the same time Lynn gave the order to pursue, the guards of each castle and manor also chose to open their gates and give chase.

Anyone can kick a dog when it's down, and that was an order Lynn gave before the war.

Among them, the Lowland Tribe Elder Sowad and the High Cliff Tribe Elder Hafdan were the most excited.

They were originally responsible for guarding the two southernmost manors in White Bear County. After seeing the enemy army flee, they immediately led the warriors of their tribe in pursuit.

These deserters, who had already surrendered, brandished spears or clubs, chasing after the fleeing people while shouting:

"Lord Lynn is willing to accept all the wasteland people. As long as you surrender, you will have rye porridge to drink!"

"Friends, surrender quickly! Don't go back to the wasteland! There's nothing there!"

This scene resembles a group of salespeople chasing after customers to sell their products, not giving up until they sell them.

Besides these two groups of barbarians, Albert Jr. also led the local militia out of the city in pursuit.

In an instant, a massive, unrestricted fighting tournament unfolded on the vast plains of Baixiong County.

More than 10,000 people were fleeing headlong ahead, while an even larger number were chasing after them relentlessly.

Apart from a few spears, the weapons used by the pursuing forces were all locally made wooden sticks.

Since the fleeing party wouldn't dare to fight back anyway, the pursuing party could simply catch up, knock them down with a stick, and capture them alive.

To increase their pursuit speed, Lynn's soldiers even took off their armor as they ran, and some soldiers even ran shirtless in the fields at sunset.

Of course, the most efficient were the five hundred cavalrymen under the second brother, Hugh.

The flat fields became their best stage.

These cavalrymen ignored the scattered civilians along the way and rushed straight to the entrance of the salt transport road at top speed.

Because of his speed, Hugh successfully blocked nearly three thousand barbarians at the entrance, and with the help of the fifth brother, Andrei, who arrived later, they captured all of them.

As for the thousands of people in the Rift Valley tribe controlled by Karula, although a small number escaped, most of them surrendered to the two chieftains, Old Sovard and Old Hafdan, who had come in pursuit, under her leadership.

The two chieftains were overjoyed to see the dense mass of Rift Valley warriors kneeling on the ground.

“I’ve never had such a wonderful life, Soward, how about you?” Old Hafdan was especially delighted.

His High Cliff tribe was forced to leave the wasteland and join Lynn because they could not withstand the relentless pressure from the Rift Valley tribe.

Now that Augusta is dead and the Rift Valley has surrendered en masse, old Hafdan has finally gotten his revenge.

"Of course I'm happy to go too, but the war isn't over yet. Several thousand people have probably fled to the salt mines, and there are tens of thousands more waiting for us to take them over there."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go after them!"

The two clan leaders reached an agreement and led their people northward in pursuit overnight.

Meanwhile, Lynn had already moved his personal guard into White Bear County Castle.

He then met with several high-ranking members of the captured barbarians in the castle, including a chieftain who was not very agile.

Lynn walked slowly past the kneeling prisoners: "Offer your loyalty to me, and I will grant you everything you could ever dream of."

(End of this chapter)