Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

Ron rode on Margaret's back and returned to the territory in just two or three hours.

From afar, they could see armies clashing below, so Ron ordered Margaret to descend directly onto the battlefield.

What followed was a one-sided crushing defeat; the enemy appeared to have six or seven thousand men defending the city.

But under Margaret's dragon breath, they immediately lost their will to resist, and soon the city gates opened, with more than twenty lords coming out carrying white flags.

Ron glanced around and saw that most of them were familiar faces. They were the same group that the Allied Forces had fought against Earl Graystone.

Viscount Mango walked at the front and saw Ron, who was arrogant and domineering on the dragon's back, looking bitter.

How come we were all having fun together two years ago, and now you're riding a dragon?!

"Lord Ron! We are willing to surrender. Please accept the gifts offered by your loyal servants!"

Then a group of people brought up all sorts of valuable items, which they probably gathered on the spot.

Then they all knelt down to pledge their loyalty, anxiously wondering if Ron would accept it.

Ron looked at the group with amusement. Sure enough, having a dragon made all the difference.

These nobles threw even faster!

For them, although we couldn't beat you before, we didn't know when we would be wiped out if we surrendered.

Now that you have a dragon, you're much more reliable.

There's no difference between the Bronze Duchy and the Silver Duchy.

The nobles declared that they were loyal servants of the Grand Duke of the Silver and that they did not know who the Grand Duke of Windsor was.

He's just the son of a maid who used to sell hooks for potions. Even the brass dragon wouldn't even look at him.

In a moment of carelessness, he became a cunning strategist and stole the Grand Duke's throne.

But they wanted these noble nobles to pledge their allegiance.

Pooh!

Didn't you know that back then, our relationship with the Silver Duke was so deep, we practically crawled out of a pile of corpses together?

After thinking it over, Ron decided to incorporate the group into his army. They would have to deal with the counterattack from the Bronze Duchy later, so the more troops they had, the better.

Now that they've pledged their allegiance, they have no choice but to follow Ron down this dark path.

"My lords, you are all loyal and righteous ministers! I have witnessed your loyalty, and I hereby declare that I accept your allegiance."

Let us continue our struggle for the establishment of the Silver Duchy!

Ron briefly reassured the group, assuring them that they would have food to eat if they followed him.

He only took three potion bugs from each person, and one potion sprite from the viscount; he returned the rest to them.

We'll still need their help later, so we can't be too greedy. Besides, Ron is rich now, so he probably wouldn't look down on something like an elf bug.

After dealing with the group of lords who had submitted, Hart quickly came forward to report on the results of the past few days.

"My lord, we've captured six baronies in total. The other lords have been stuck here ever since they realized what was happening."

The wealth and spirit insects of those six territories have all been arranged and are awaiting your processing.

Hart was somewhat dissatisfied with his results, and he worried that Ron would doubt his abilities because of them.

However, he was clearly overthinking it. Ron also knew that these nobles would be difficult to deal with once they banded together, so he didn't blame Hart.

Instead, he looked at the ten thousand soldiers behind him and frowned when he saw that they were still wearing leather armor and carrying spears.

Then he directly took out a large number of armors and weapons from his spatial storage, all of which he had taken from the Oak City Merchant Guild, and said generously:

"Tell the soldiers to take off their tattered leather armor and put on better ones. It's not like we can't afford to wear them."

After resting, Ron reorganized the troops into four regiments.

Hart, Erin, Selena, and Gray each led a unit, while Abaddon led the Knights to follow Ron.

The nobles who surrendered were also divided into two legions by Ron, each led by a viscount.

Ron will then divide his forces into six groups and advance rapidly.

He rode a dragon himself, leading his knights in the small garden, using their high mobility to directly descend upon the castles of various territories.

Once they arrive at their destination, they will unleash the Knights and deliver another dragon breath.

The other party has basically surrendered, offering up all the contracts of the spirit insects first, and Ron will reward them later.

Then he led the soldiers of his territory to join the army behind him.

However, if they dare to delay, Ron will directly order an attack on the city, and then everything in the territory will be spoils of war.

After the battle, it was handed over to the next corps for takeover.

In just one day, Ron conquered the Graystone Wasteland and all the southern territories.

Ron could have done more, but the main problem was that some of the troops behind him couldn't keep up.

By this time, news of Oak City being breached by the dragons had slowly begun to spread to the surrounding areas.

Some of these lords didn't believe it, some were busy verifying the news, and a few astute lords began preparing to flee.

Ron didn't give the team much time to rest; he had to make the most of every second.

If things go too slowly, a large amount of wealth could be transferred out.

Two more days passed.

The narrow coastline, rusty wilderness, dense oak forests, and misty mountain woodlands were all taken over.

Ron's team is getting bigger and bigger.

It wasn't that they didn't encounter stubborn lords along the way; all of them were used as a pledge of allegiance by the lords who surrendered to them.

However, this massive commotion that swept across the entire pioneering area could not be concealed, no matter how fast it was done.

When Ron attacked Oakthornwood, many lords fled with their wealth, leaving Ron with only land and serfs.

The situation worsened afterward, and even though the nobles were reluctant, they had no choice but to flee with their wealth.

However, some clever people did not flee.

What good would it do to escape back to the duchy? Losing the territory would mean losing the status of a nobleman. It would be better to take a gamble and join the Silver Duke.

Therefore, under these circumstances, Ron's expansion speed was not affected; his cities were either empty or surrendered.

Occasionally, I would encounter cities guarded against orcs, which were garrisoned by troops year-round.

These people did not surrender, and Ron did not show any mercy, sending their entire army into the Demon Refining Pot.

The capital of the principality, the royal palace.

The Duke of Windsor sat on his throne, several urgent battle reports spread out before him. The information came from the crystal ball in the frontier, each report more astonishing than the last.

Marquis Mammon was captured and disappeared, Oakwood fell, and the Earl of the Reach swept through the new territory on his dragon.

Sweeping over a hundred businesses within three days.

"Dragon?" The Grand Duke's voice was cold.

"Where did he get a dragon from?"

No one could answer. The ministers lowered their heads, none daring to speak.

"Marquis Mammon was a second-class Grand Knight, and Oakwood City even had his own knightly order, with two legions of troops and complete defensive equipment. Gone in a single day?" The Grand Duke stood up and paced back and forth in the hall.

"Tell me, where did he get his dragon from?"

An old minister stepped forward. "Your Majesty, according to intelligence, the dragon is a silver dragon, fully grown, at least level three. With our current military strength in the conquered territories..."

"I know," the Grand Duke interrupted him.

"A level three dragon requires at least five Grand Knights to restrain. We've already lost two Grand Knights right at the start of the war, leaving only one Grand Knight in the entire frontier."

"Without equal fighting strength, the new territory will definitely not be able to be defended, unless Your Majesty rides a dragon..." a minister tried to say.