Crown of Chaos

PS: This book is not about eunuchs. Please rest assured. I said that two days ago because the dialogue with the emperor in those two chapters was indeed a bit lengthy. Someone in the background had a cordial interaction with me because of this. Although I I deleted the comment but I also feel that the plot is indeed a bit slow. The pace will be accelerated recently. The moment when the protagonist owns the territory will soon come.

Aaron finally succeeded in persuading Leonard to give up that unrealistic fantasy.

If eighty paladins and priests cannot successfully complete the mission, then Leonard takes four people and goes with the orcs on guard. This is a return to the old rhythm.

The old road - refers to the road to heaven.

Leonard reluctantly accepted Aaron's opinion, but according to Aaron's opinion, the main reason why the college president would accept this suggestion was that they encountered an enemy. One of the four paladins was dead, one was disabled, and two were slightly injured. They no longer have the skills. Possibility to continue planning.

In the chill of the night, several people gathered together to discuss the next plan.

In any case, Aaron's team has successfully completed its mission. The next question is whether to continue to participate in the next war?

Leonard naturally didn't say anything, and Aaron would definitely participate in the war. The power of Khorne was about to be used, and it was just a hair away from being unlocked. There was also his fief, so he would naturally not let this opportunity go.

"How could such a thing happen without me?" Disma's attitude was also very simple, and the second senior was delighted when he heard about it.

"I am Aaron's watcher. As long as he is there, I will be there!" Eleanor held Aaron's arm. The pastor's attitude was firm. The half-elf lady looked at her lover and had already thought about what would happen to Aaron. Unfortunately, she never lives alone.

Eleanor Dineful is a vigorous woman. She has decided on Aaron in her life and will never regret it.

Damn it, when Disma saw Eleanor's expression, he involuntarily replaced Pastor Suellen with Miss Lysa, Aaron with himself, and changed the scene to the courtyard of the sanatorium in the afternoon.

The fist is hard again, so hard!

Varro did not force himself anymore. He said that he had gained a lot from this trip.

As for Robert, his cousin is very free and easy: "I have worked hard and I am satisfied~ Aaron, I will wait for your good news in Susar."

"Thank you, brother, you are great." Aaron gave Robert a big hug.

The attitudes of these people were no different from Aaron's, but when Maximian stepped out of the team and walked to Varro and Robert, Aaron's expression changed slightly: "Mark? 伱..."

"That's enough, Aaron, that's enough." Maximian smiled apologetically, and the Sword Saint Sect monk clasped his hands together: "I've done enough, let's stop here."

"Cousin, the war is right in front of you, how can you back down?" Aaron's brows tightened. He looked at Maximian who suddenly chose to give up, with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "You give up at this time, How can I report my merits to you later?"

"I no longer expect meritorious service, Aaron, my cousin." Maximian stretched out his hands with an apologetic expression. He pointed at the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and then showed the texture of his hands. Callous, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "From my appearance, can you tell that I am only twenty-three years old this year?"

"Because of the sins of my grandfather and father, I was exiled to Guangze for ten years. For ten years, I changed from a thirteen-year-old boy to the middle-aged man I am now. All my people except Aaron, you and Cousin Anna is all dead."

"After paying such a huge price and escaping from the chase, I was pardoned by the kingdom. I am very grateful to you, Aaron, so I am here. I am willing to help you, no problem."

"But the next war is between the kingdom and the orcs. I don't plan to participate in it. I have done enough for this country."

"So, that's it for now."

Maximian stretched out his hand to stop Aaron's persuasion. He just shook his head: "Can you let me be willful for once? Aaron, please."

"Okay." Aaron didn't force himself in the end. He watched Varro, Robert, Maximian and others leave.

"Hmph~ I didn't expect that your cousin is already a warrior monk, and he still has his own little calculations in mind. Seeing the situation is so bad, he is afraid that he will die!" Disma looked disdainful, and the two The senior crossed his arms and walked to Aaron's side and said.

"This is only part of the reason." Aaron sighed: "Strictly speaking, he is the last bloodline in Salian's direct line. After so many years of aristocratic education, it goes without saying that Mark attaches great importance to inheritance, and he is also worried that if We are all dead, and Anna has no one to take care of her. I made a promise to him in advance, so I won’t go back on it.”

"What's there to worry about?" Leonard said in confusion: "Are you a person who doesn't keep your word, Aaron?"

Aaron didn't answer, he just looked at Eleanor, and the two exchanged ideas tacitly and reached an agreement.

Sure enough, cousin Maximian still had resentment towards Cormier after all.

Ten years of exile will change a person. Only time can slowly heal the pain left in Maximian's heart by the wind, snow, swamps, wild beasts, and poisonous insects in Guangze.

…………

The camp of Arabelle's Liberation Army.

It was already night, and torches lit up the camp outside the town. Hundreds of tents were stacked on top of each other. In just a few days, the camp was dilapidated at an alarming speed. Many debris was piled up and garbage was thrown everywhere. Yes, they need to be transported away by carloads. There are not only drunks at the camp gate, but also wandering warblers wagging their fingers at passers-by.

But these are all normal situations, and Aaron didn’t say much. Just when he was about to go to Ms. Raul to report his results, a pink haired guy came out of nowhere!

"————Brother, brother!!!!"

Charlotte, the eldest warlock, rushed out and almost knocked Aaron to the ground. Charlotte excitedly hugged Aaron's waist tightly with her hands and rubbed her face against his neck crazily.

"It's my sister!"

"It's my sister!!"

"It's my sister!? It's my sister~~~~"

Charlotte's delicious body fragrance spread into Aaron's mouth and nose. Before the younger brother could resist, the eldest lady said excitedly: "Sure enough, as expected of my younger brother, you came back successfully!"

"Hey, brother, replenish your energy~" The eldest lady rubbed Aaron's body and said with satisfaction: "I haven't seen my brother for a few days, and my sister is almost having a withdrawal reaction~"

"Okay, sister." Aaron smiled bitterly and tried to push Charlotte away, but the eldest lady hugged him tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Haha, Miss Charlotte is still so close to Aaron?" Leonard said with a smile.

"She's always been like this." Eleanor stood up next to her dissatisfiedly and tried to push the eldest lady away. Miss Priest became furious when she saw Charlotte in this state: "Ms. Karadenai? You are interfering with Aaron's rest, please. Respect yourself!"

"Huh~huh~ Of course, sister can't hold her brother for long enough. Come and let sister see if the brother is injured~" Charlotte checked Aaron's body to make sure there was no external injury, and then she snorted. , reluctantly focusing on Eleanor: "I don't care about other things, Miss Dineful, you are going with your brother this time, and you will naturally be responsible for his safety. Otherwise, I will I want you to taste my sister’s headbutt!”

Sister's headbutt? What it is? Eleanor frowned. Miss Pastor was not willing to talk to Charlotte. With her super high perception, Miss Pastor realized that this seemed to be a very powerful thing, but she just snorted and said it didn't matter.

Is your sister's headbutt as strong as my Moon Hand hammer?

Next to them, Leonard and Disma complained in their hearts again about Aaron's good luck with women, and then left.

The commotion at the gate of the camp gradually spread into the camp.

In the luxurious tent, Manakorn-Anaheim stood on the carpet with his hands behind his back. In front of him knelt a young general with the emblem of the Anaheim family.

Benn Shenzi heard the noise outside and listened to the report of his subordinates. He was neither sad nor happy, but sighed quietly: "Really? We were attacked, so the things couldn't be delivered to the city?"

"Yes, please forgive me, Your Excellency!" The young general's eyes were red. He knelt on the carpet and kowtowed heavily. The magic lamp next to him illuminated his ashamed expression: "I'm sorry, we encountered the orc Goth beast cavalry. In the end, we were unable to deliver the items to the city.”

"...Okay." Manakorn sighed. He glanced at the young general kneeling in front of him, and finally showed an understanding smile and helped him up with both hands: "Get up, Dutch, This mission is inherently dangerous, and you happened to meet an elite orc and failed to complete it, I don’t blame you.”

"As long as you kill the orcs, it's a good job. You're tired after coming all the way back. Let's go and have a good rest first." Manakorn said warmly. He patted his subordinate's arm to express relief.

"Your Excellency!" When the young general saw that the master of the house did not blame him but forgave him generously, his eyes were already red from crying. He kowtowed hard and slowly withdrew with gratitude.

Only Son of God Ben was left in the tent. He clapped his hands and spread his arms to both sides. Two young maids came up to help him change his clothes and take off his clothes, and arranged for bathing and rest.

Immersing his slender body in the hot water, Manakorn's face never looked good.

His plan failed.

During this period, his advisory group made many plans for him, all in order to win the war. After Manakorn carefully selected, he finally unexpectedly chose to secretly transport a batch of sophisticated weapons and equipment through a small team. A large number of fuel bombs were sent into the city to hide, and they were launched at critical moments on the battlefield to launch a fatal blow at the rear of the orcs.

Now, the plan failed and the items were not delivered to Arabelle.

So, will you go to the battlefield in person?

Whenever he thinks of this, Son of God Ben is subconsciously disgusted. His father Ben has always been against fighting in person, and he is the same. Ben is the father of darkness, the god of strife and bureaucracy, not the god of battle. He hates fighting and risks. He believes that the biggest role of His presence on the battlefield is to boost morale, rather than to take action himself.

"The one who kills on the battlefield is a meritorious dog; the one who commands and gives orders is a meritorious man."

——Bane, God of Tyranny

Let’s see when the time comes. If you want to think of a way, it’s best not to join the battle in person, but at the same time, it’s better to show that I’m everywhere and participate in the whole war. Then I can collect enough souls. Over there in hell…

Manakorn was recalling his subordinate's report in the hot water, and suddenly he had a good idea.

"Come here, change your clothes!"

A few minutes later, an unexpected guest came to the tent of paladin master Leonard.

Manner Cohen, the head of the Anaheim family, paid a late-night visit.

"Do you know that in order to save you, my family lost a lot of precious goods and 18 lives?" Manakorn had no intention of entering the tent: "Do you admit it?"

"Yes, I'm grateful." Leonard suppressed the disgust in his heart and nodded calmly, admitting that the Anaheim family had indeed saved them. He was a glorious paladin and he would not lie on this issue.

"That's good. Remember, Leonard, you owe me your life." Manakorn flicked his sleeves and left directly.

The paladin master tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and the blade rattled in the scabbard. A bright red ripple flashed through his sunny eyes, like the Styx.

…………

The General Headquarters of the Liberation Army, in Ms. Raul’s big tent.

Aaron stood behind Countess Arabelle and reported his mission.

Surprisingly, Samir was also there. The warlock was obviously injured on his leg. He saw Aaron come in and said hello.

"In the end, only the two of you succeeded." Ms. Raul sighed, with disappointment that could not be concealed in her expression: "There is no way that Turgeon can only fight on his own strength."

"Hehehe~ I'm so lucky to be able to come back with my life~" Samir said lazily beside him. The magician couldn't sit still, so he stretched himself out and said, "If Taimora hadn't protected us, , the orcs chased us in the sewers and we took the wrong turn three times in a row, so I may have to admit that I was in there too."

"Your Excellency, the situation is very unfavorable to us." Aaron looked at Ms. Raul: "The orcs are obviously on guard. Even so, do you plan to send troops?"

"Now we have no other choice, Mr. Aaron, and Samir. On behalf of all Arabel people, I, Milman Raul, thank you for your contribution." Ms. Raul took a few deep breaths, nodded, and took the He took out a roll of parchment and handed it to Aaron: "This is our last chance. Now, we can only choose to suppress the news and tell everyone that everything is going well and the army is about to leave."

Aaron took the parchment roll. He thought it contained some kind of military intelligence report or enemy news.

No, it's just a series of very simple numbers.

The simplest numbers record the most terrifying reality.

The Arabel Liberation Army had been gathering for more than 20 days and had consumed approximately 800,000 pounds of grain, 120,000 pounds of meat, 190,000 liters of ale, 20,000 liters of various cooking oils, more than 18,000 pounds of cheese, 9 Ten thousand pounds of vegetables, 5,000 pounds of dried fruits, 1,000 pounds of honey, and countless miscellaneous supplies!

In order to maintain the logistics of this army, even though it was within the territory of Cormyr, Ms. Raul still organized 3,000 pack animals to transport supplies. The various grains eaten and the grain consumed on the road transport supply lines were not even counted. statistics.

In addition to the wages paid to the mercenaries, the wages paid to the adventurers, and the expenses of maintaining the camp, truckloads of gold coins were shipped out, temporarily filling the pockets of the mercenaries.

Ms. Raul's meaning is very simple. She has already emptied all her savings and even emptied some temples. At this time, are we talking about withdrawing the troops?

impossible!

War is often about logistics and attrition.

She was telling Aaron and Samir that she and the army couldn't wait any longer.

In this early spring, she will have a showdown with the orcs at the gates of Arabelle City!

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