The wrong transmigrator assigned by the system

"If the gatekeepers of Menelaus rob you, remember to shoot them first, no matter what! However, to avoid unnecessary trouble, remember to take your flag with you when you leave!" Count Wara-wu-la instructed with a smile, his fingers lightly tapping on the desk.

"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing Earl Wara-wu-la's order, the knights couldn't help but think of the fool who had been shot dead by Liu Ming a few days ago. They swallowed hard, loudly responded to the Earl's command, and then quickly left Earl Wara-wu-la's office.

Compared to the carnage on the battlefield, the ruthless retaliation of nobles is far more terrifying.

Although the gatekeepers of Menelaus had not offended Count Varaura, they were still gatekeepers after all.

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Curses and Interception

"So that's why Earl Wara's knights have become so ruthless! It turns out it was you who did this!"

When Lu Ming and his group arrived in Fube City, they found that Archbishop Hamand of Menelaus City was already there. While marveling at the convenience of the teleportation station, Lu Ming and his companions began chatting with Archbishop Hamand. This led to the conversation drifting to the old, seasoned soldiers guarding the city gates, resulting in Lu Ming being given a stern lecture by the white-bearded archbishop.

But while we can chat, we still need to get down to business, since we're at war and time is very precious.

Lu Ming and his companions arrived at the Azkra settlement with Archbishop Hamand. Amidst the puzzled looks of the Azkra tribespeople, they reached the chief's tent.

Because the tents of the Azkra tribe are not very good, the tents they are using now are ones that were prepared in advance by the Karna tribe and left with Fobbe.

"Chief, are you feeling alright?" Lu Ming asked the Azkra tribe with a smile after entering the tent.

"It's alright, our Azkra bodies aren't that weak... cough cough cough cough..." The chief chuckled and patted his chest, then began to cough violently.

Upon seeing this, Archbishop Hamand immediately cast a divine spell from the God of Light, which made the chieftain feel a little better for a moment.

This surprised the chief. After all, even the shamans in their tribe couldn't do such a thing.

"Chief, I think you should send someone over to take care of you, otherwise what if something happens?" Seeing that the God of Light's magic was effective on the chief's illness, Lu Ming was slightly relieved. However, to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, Lu Ming still tried his best to persuade him.

"No need, the Azkras don't have that custom. Besides, if I asked them to take care of me, those brats and idiots would think I'm going to die!"

"But......"

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore." Ignoring Lu Ming and the others' concern, the chief turned to Archbishop Hamand and asked, "By the way, who is this old man?"

"This is Archbishop Hamand of the Church of Light. He's here to help lift the dragon blood curse from the Azkra tribe." Seeing the chief inquire about Archbishop Hamand, Lu Ming and the others answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, the chief immediately struggled to get up from the recliner, grabbed Archbishop Hamand's hand, and shook it vigorously, looking extremely excited.

"I will handle the curse matter, don't worry, child..." Knowing that the chief was moved by the situation of his tribe, the kind-hearted Archbishop Hamand immediately said.

Upon hearing that the curse that had plagued his tribe for over twenty years, causing its population to dwindle and preventing any recovery, was finally about to be completely eradicated, the chief, who was nearly fifty years old, immediately threw himself into Archbishop Hamand's arms and burst into tears.

For over twenty years, the number of people in the entire tribe had only decreased, a heavy weight pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Especially since the curse had beenfallen the Azkla tribe because of him, it made him even more uneasy. He had a deep fear that the Azkla tribe would perish at his hands, and a deep fear of facing the questions of his ancestors after his death.

Now, all of this has been resolved thanks to Archbishop Hamand. How could this not cause the chieftain's emotions, which he had suppressed for over twenty years, to erupt all at once? So no one objected to the chieftain crying like a child; on the contrary, they felt that it was better for him to cry like that.

However, the sight of a burly man wailing in the arms of a frail old man looked rather strange...

A dozen minutes later.

After the chief calmed down, the work of removing the curse began under his command.

Under the chief's command, all the people of the Azkra tribe gathered in an open area at the settlement, waiting for Archbishop Hamand to remove the curse.

Watching the somewhat excited Azkra people in the night sky, Lu Ming, one of the few who could help Archbishop Hamand, felt slightly uneasy. However, his unease wasn't about removing the curse. Rather, it was because Archbishop Hamand had specifically requested his help, making Lu Ming vaguely feel that he might have to pay a price this time, hence his unease.

Standing at the edge of the open space, watching Archbishop Hamand lead the Azkra tribe in prayer, Caslan, the Viscount of Forbes, and Viscount Vera Mimir of the Beast-Eared Tribe all felt a sense of unease about the scene. They couldn't help but ask Lu Ming beside them, "Could it be that Archbishop Hamand has drawn the Azkra tribe into the church and turned them into believers?"

"I don't know if the Azkra tribe believes in the God of Light. But I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot of bleeding later..." Lu Ming, who hadn't been bothered by Hamandra from the beginning, gradually felt that his premonition was correct, and whispered to the two of them.

Before Caslan and Vera could offer any opinions, Archbishop Hamand turned to look at the three of them, startling them instantly. He then addressed each of them individually: "Miel, go and fetch a basin. Remember, fill it a quarter full with clean water!"

"Yes!" Kaslan ran off immediately upon hearing the order.

"Viscount Mimir, go and fetch a dagger that hasn't been sharpened yet!"

"Yes!" Viscount Mimir ran off immediately.

Seeing this, Lu Ming knew he probably couldn't avoid the massive inventory drain, so he said directly, "Archbishop, just tell me what you need. If it's something I have, I'll take it out."

“To remove the curse, you need something related to the curse, such as dragon scales and dragon blood,” Archbishop Hamand said directly upon hearing Lu Ming’s words.

"..." Seeing Archbishop Hamand's directness, Lu Ming was taken aback, inwardly thinking, 'I was just saying, and you actually asked for it?'

However, since the words had already been spoken, Lu Ming couldn't say anything more. He could only give Archbishop Hamand some of the dragon scales he had obtained at the Fran Fortress and some of the blood of the white dragon Hiss that he had acquired from the Duke's Library.

"Since I've never slain a dragon, these are all I have. Please see if they're usable," Lu Ming said to Archbishop Hamand as he handed him a few dragon scales and a small vial of the white dragon Hiss's blood.

Upon hearing this, Archbishop Hamand, out of caution, first used divine magic to pray to the God of Light, hoping the God of Light could tell him whether these things could be used to lift the curse. However, the answer given by the God of Light through some wandering light elements greatly startled Archbishop Hamand and the chieftain of the nearby Azkra tribe.

The chieftain, terrified, grabbed Lu Ming and exclaimed, "Are you crazy?! That's the blood of a dragon, almost like a god! If we're not careful, we'll all be punished by Him!!"

"I was the one who took out that bottle of dragon blood. If I really wanted to be punished, I would have been punished long ago!" Lu Ming sighed helplessly, then broke free from the chief's hand and walked to the side.

Just then, Ramanlas and Miral happened to come over to see what was going on and overheard the conversation between the chief and Lu Ming. Ramanlas immediately came over and said, "That bottle of dragon blood seems to be the blood of a duke from Lu Ming's hometown."

"......" "......"

As soon as Ramanlas spoke, everyone except Lu Ming and herself was stunned, including Archbishop Hamand.

After a long while, Archbishop Hamand realized what was happening and hurriedly asked Lu Ming, "This dragon blood is the blood of your Duke of Irithyll?! What on earth is going on?!"

Lu Ming first glared at Ramanlas before saying, "The scaleless ancient dragon, Seath the White Dragon, was made a duke because he helped King Gwyn slay dragons. Of course, at that time our royal city was still in Lordran, not in Irithyll in the Boreal Valley."

"So, this dragon you call White Dragon Seath is a traitor to your dragons?"

"Although it sounds a bit strange from my perspective, that's just how it is." Lu Ming touched his nose, pretending to be embarrassed.

"..." Upon hearing Lu Ming's reply, Archbishop Hamand stopped asking questions. After all, time was still tight, and there was no time to find someone else to slay the dragon. Besides, if anything went wrong, it wouldn't be his problem. In any case, the dragon blood was given by Lu Ming, and if the people of the Azkra tribe wanted to blame someone, they could only blame Lu Ming, not him.

Perhaps sensing Archbishop Hamand's thoughts, Lu Ming glanced at him speechlessly, then led Miral and Ramanlas to the edge of the open space, next to a bonfire, ready to watch how Archbishop Hamand would remove the curse.

Archbishop Hamand poured the dragon scales and blood into the well water basin, which Caslan had brought and was only a quarter full, and then began to pray again. Soon, a red glow began to emanate from a spot on the bodies of everyone in the Azkla tribe. At Archbishop Hamand's prayer, the red glow suddenly left the bodies of the Azkla tribesmen and flew into the water basin. A moment later, a small red dragon appeared in the basin, struggling and letting out terrifying roars. Its dragon eyes glared fiercely at the chieftain, as if he were its enemy.

At that moment, Archbishop Hamand suddenly took a blunt dagger from Viscount Mimir, and while praying, gently touched the roaring red dragon in the basin with the dagger. Then, Lu Ming and the others saw the small red dragon disappear with a mournful cry. The dragon blood and scales in the basin also disappeared, leaving only a quarter of the basin of well water.

Upon seeing this, the chief and the other Azkir immediately cheered and began to celebrate the removal of the curse.

Seeing this, Lu Ming and the others left to rest and prepare to depart early the next morning. Only Viscount Vera Mimir and Archbishop Hamand stayed behind to celebrate with the Azkra tribe. However, as night deepened, the two of them regretted their decision.

Because at that moment, the scene in the open space was an utterly appalling sight, which angered Archbishop Hamand so much that he stormed off, leaving Vera Mimir there to suffer in agony.

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Early the next morning, Lu Ming and his men led their 23,000 men and more than 5,000 men from the Azkra tribe to the interception point to intercept the Elven army.

On the way, the chieftain, relieved of the immense pressure now that the curse had been lifted and who had taken the special medicine provided by the Church of Light, and was nearly fully recovered, found Lu Ming. Knowing Lu Ming's good relationship with the Church of Light, he said somewhat apologetically, "Last night, the men in the tribe went a bit too far and angered Archbishop Hamand. Viscount Lu Ming, could you perhaps put in a good word for me and persuade the Archbishop to let it go?"

"I know that the curse has caused your population to decrease rather than increase, but can't you go back to your own tents? Acting like wild beasts, it's no wonder Archbishop Hamand is angry. These clergy are all temperance advocates; seeing your behavior, it's a miracle they haven't had you arrested!" After learning what had happened, Lu Ming was also quite angry and said somewhat irritably.

This made the chief very embarrassed, since they were at fault and couldn't blame others. He could only apologize: "What happened yesterday was our tribe's fault, and we will change in the future. We just hope the archbishop won't stay angry with our tribe."

"Don't worry! Archbishop Hamand isn't that petty. As long as you stop causing trouble, he won't be angry with you anymore." Looking at the Azkra tribe chief, who was clearly very strong, looking like a coward and very worried that Archbishop Hamand would continue to be angry with their tribe, Lu Ming said with a headache.

Upon hearing this, the chief breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good..."

Ignoring the Azkra tribe chief, who was not very bright and could not control his tribesmen, Lu Ming released light element birds and sonic dragons to scout in the sky.

According to the enemy's marching route indicated in the intelligence, that enemy force should have reached this area by now. If they are not careful, they might not be the ones intercepting others, but rather the other side would turn around and devour them. So, they cannot afford to be careless.

This caution paid off for Lu Ming just a few minutes later.

Just a few minutes after flying away, the Sonic Dragon flew back and pointed out that there was an army of elves ahead.

Upon seeing this, Lu Ming immediately ordered everyone to prepare for a surprise attack on the elven army, hoping to catch the elves off guard and show them what a massive, surging tide of steel truly looked like!

So he shouted to the knights, "Soldiers, we have spotted an elven army ahead of us! What should we do?!"

"war!!"

"Excellent! We're going to have a great battle with them and show them the might of the Miracaissa Kingdom's army! Now let's teach them a lesson they'll never forget!!"

Chapter Thirty - What I Saw and Heard

The Azkra tribe was a nomadic tribe, so they were highly skilled horsemen, able to rival the knights of Tartarus on horseback with almost no need for stirrups. However, they were still far behind the knights of duchies like Erebus, whose warfare relied almost entirely on cavalry.

However, Lu Ming believed that with proper training, the Azkra tribe's cavalry could rival Deucalion. It could be said that Grand Duke Feram had made a fortune this time. But the issues between the Azkra tribe and the cavemen remained to be resolved by Grand Duke Feram himself; otherwise, whether he profited or lost was still uncertain.

Although the Azkra tribe people are not used to heavy armor and are currently wearing spare leather armor from the Yogthotus Knights, they are very skilled with iron weapons such as longswords and spears, which surprised Lu Ming slightly.

However, this is also good, as there is no need to worry about not being used to the weapons, which would prevent the combat effectiveness from being fully utilized.

As they marched rapidly, Lu Ming and his companions gradually came into view of the Elven army.

In order to disrupt the enemy's formation and reaction rhythm, Lu Ming, with the Sonic Dragon, took the lead and charged towards the enemy.

This might seem crazy to the people of the Azkla tribe and the soldiers of the elves, but the next moment they realized that it wasn't Lu Ming who was crazy, but they who were foolish.

"Sonic Dragon, use Flamethrower!!" Lu Ming gave the order to Sonic Dragon as they approached the Elven army.

In that instant, the Sonic Dragon spewed a jet of high-temperature flame from its mouth, which shot into the elven army, instantly burning many elves to death.

Before the elves could react, Lu Ming launched his own attack, shooting the Aries Staff at the elven ranks. He smirked and said, "White Dragon's Breath!"

A dim burst of energy was shot out by Lu Ming's Aries Staff, landing on the ground not far in front of him, splashing up a large amount of crystals that spread towards the elven army. Soon, a large number of elven soldiers were devoured by the crystals, turning into crystallized corpses that stood there like statues.

The people of the Azkra tribe were startled by this scene. They had assumed that Lu Ming was a melee-oriented battle mage, but they never expected that he could unleash such powerful magic.

But then they thought about it again and realized it wasn't a big deal. After all, Lu Ming was the principal of a magic school. How could he not be good at magic?

Seeing Lu Ming charge ahead and inflict hundreds of casualties on the elven army in a single attack, the chieftain of the Azkra tribe shouted to his people, "Warriors, charge!! Don't let those elves think we, the Azkra tribe, are cowards!!"

"Oh~!!!" Upon hearing the chief's shout, the warriors of the Azkra tribe roared and began to charge forward, following their chief into the elven army's ranks.

With their weapons sharp, the Azkra tribe relentlessly slaughtered the elven soldiers in the elven ranks, like a scalding hot knife slicing open a huge gash in the formation!

However, just as the chieftain of the Azkra tribe was feeling proud of his and his men's outstanding achievements and was about to claim credit with the nobles of Tartarus, the Elven army suddenly launched a counterattack.

In an instant, the elven soldiers, who had just been so vulnerable, suddenly became incredibly fierce.

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen members of the Azkra tribe were dragged off their horses by the elves and stabbed to death! Even he himself was suppressed by the elf soldiers and had no way to escape.

But at that moment, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted, and then the chieftain and the rest of the Azkla tribe saw the Yogg-Sotus knights, led by Ramanas, throw a barrage of thunderous spears into the elven army's formation, disrupting their ranks and freeing the Azkla knights who had underestimated their enemy and acted rashly.

"Don't be reckless if you don't have the strength! Otherwise, you'll just be throwing your life away!" Kaslan, who was leading 20,000 soldiers from the Karna Territory into the battlefield, came to the chieftain's side and said to him with a smile.

In that instant, the chieftain was overwhelmed with shame, wishing he could disappear into the ground. But he was on the battlefield, and this humiliation could only be washed away with the blood of the enemy! Therefore, he shouted loudly to his people, "You brats, don't let our allies look down on us!! We are the people of the Azkla tribe, brave and skilled warriors!! Kill these elves!!"

Upon hearing this, all the Azkra tribesmen roared and charged at the elven army once again.

This time, they knew the strength of the elves and would no longer underestimate them. Therefore, they unleashed the unique ferocity of nomadic knights, completely overwhelming the elven soldiers and making them afraid to fight them.

After a brief battle, the elven knights also charged towards Lu Ming and Miracaiser's army.

Because Lu Ming and his more than 20,000 men attacked the Elven army from the flank, it took the Elven cavalry at the forefront a while to return and finally get there.

Unfortunately, as soon as Lu Ming and Ramanlas saw them, they immediately led the knights of Yogsotus to attack them, preparing to give them a very warm welcome and let them know what the strongest knights of the Principality of Erebus were like.