From Baron to Lord

"No, don't! Allen! How dare you kill me! I am a Count of the Duchy!"

Frode widened his eyes and roared hysterically, immediately urging his warhorse to escape.

"Swish!"

Marco raised his hand, and a streak of sword light flashed.

Frode immediately felt a chill on his neck, and quickly lost consciousness.

"Everyone, clean up the battlefield, then go back to rest. Tomorrow, we will occupy Steel Fist Territory."

Allen said calmly. The warriors now had the Dragon-type potion buff, making their combat power terrifyingly fierce.

The massacre lasting over an hour was not too exhausting for them.

"Moo!"

In the distance, one by one, Minotaurs watched as axes and maces stretched out their heads from behind the ironwood wall.

It wasn't that the Beastmen didn't want to take action during the battle just now.

To be honest, the moment they saw the enemy, the Minotaurs' eyes turned red. If Marco hadn't held them back, they might have charged into the heart of Steel Fist Territory by now.

These guys were just stubborn.

The reason why the Beastmen warriors weren't used this time was entirely because Marco wanted to see how effective the knights and warriors he had trained actually were.

The test results made Marco very satisfied.

Soon, with the help of the Beastmen, the entire battlefield was cleaned up, only the smell of blood and the blood-red soil remained.

By the time the battlefield was cleaned up, the sky had completely darkened...

Allen had people prepare a lavish dinner.

Even though this was the edge of the Direwolf Territory, the food here was still very rich.

Allen treated his warriors very well, especially the food, which was always the best.

There was meat, there was white bread.

Sometimes there were even desserts, snacks, and so on, and fruit was also a must.

It could be said that serving under Allen was definitely the pinnacle of these warriors' lives.

The warriors ate and drank their fill, leaving people to keep watch, and soon everyone fell asleep.

Allen also went straight to sleep in the wooden house.

The next day, as soon as it was light, Allen immediately gathered his men. This time, he took two-thirds of his forces, heading straight for the small city in Steel Fist Territory closest to Direwolf Territory.

Redwood City.

Redwood City was the closest small city to Allen's Direwolf Territory. It only took two hours to reach Direwolf Territory on horseback.

Allen's army had just arrived at the gate of Redwood City when a knight wearing knight's armor was already waiting with the few remaining warriors in the city.

Yesterday, Frode had led almost all the nobles' men from Steel Fist Territory on a southern expedition, but the result was obvious: everyone was dead.

Among them were some minor nobles. They had fought bravely, but unfortunately, they had followed the wrong person.

Baron Redwood happened to be one of them, and clearly, he was dead.

His death directly freed the Redwood Spirit of Nature, and also allowed his relatives to know the news as soon as possible.

In fact, it wasn't just Baron Redwood. Many barons were like this. On the same day, almost at the same time, their Spirits of Nature regained their freedom.

What did this represent? It goes without saying.

The entire Steel Fist Territory had been in turmoil all night. The nobles' families had grieved, wept, and despaired. In the end, some fled, and some stayed.

And the one in front of him was Baron Redwood's only son. He had chosen to stay, his purpose was very clear: to be loyal to Steel Fist Territory, to be loyal to his knight's code. He chose death over escape.

Most knights would choose to end their lives on the path of charge.

The young noble's expression was calm, but with a hint of despair.

Allen looked at him coldly, until the young noble shouted in a hoarse voice: "Charge!"

Watching him lead a few remaining warriors charging towards his people, Allen's expression didn't change at all.

"Swish!"

Marco swung his sword, and soon sword energy surged out, directly slicing through everyone's necks. "Thump!"

The young knight and the warriors lost their lives.

Allen was silent for a while, then led his men to occupy the first city.

Chapter 208: Taking over Steel Fist City, the Great Lord! (3 requests for subscription, self-subscription, and monthly tickets!)

Allen's heart was very calm. He admired the young knight's courage, and also regretted the passing of a young life.

On the continent, thousands of people died every day, and he was just one of them.

Allen didn't even know the young knight's name, nor did he need to know. He wasn't wrong, and the young knight wasn't wrong either, it was just that their positions were different.

Allen easily occupied one city, and after leaving behind hundreds of men, he immediately headed towards the second city, Blackleaf City.

Like Redwood City, Blackleaf City was also unguarded, because their forces had been permanently buried in the distant lands.

Allen gained two cities in a row without losing a single soldier.

Allen wasn't surprised by this. After all, that Baron Frode had helped him a lot, sending all his forces to be slaughtered.

The current Steel Fist Territory was extremely weak, and anyone could easily occupy it.

After continuing on to Blackleaf City, Allen continued to take down seven more cities.

Fifteen small cities, Allen took down nine cities in three days.

The follow-up troops had already set off from Allen's Direwolf Territory. The current Steel Fist Territory was just an empty shell. If he could quickly occupy it, then others could naturally do the same.

During these three days, as Allen continued to occupy territory, the commoners of the entire Steel Fist Territory finally realized that Steel Fist Territory had changed owners.

At the same time, the news that Allen had people spread earlier had spread throughout the entire Lyon Duchy.

Earl Frode of Steel Fist led a large army to attack Skywolf Territory.

Following this news, within three days, news spread from Steel Fist Territory that Earl Frode of Steel Fist had died in battle and Steel Fist Territory had lost its master.

The spread of this news shocked several surrounding earldoms. They were amazed by Allen's power and also developed greedy thoughts.

Allen's men and horses were gallantly occupying the land of Steel Fist Territory, so why couldn't they?

The situation in the north was chaotic. The Grand Duke had already left the duchy, and whether Grand Duke Ryan could return was now a question. What rules did they still need to follow?

Moreover, not only in the north, but just three days ago, many earls throughout the entire duchy had announced their allegiance to the Second Prince!

A coup had already begun in the royal capital, and the entire Ryan Duchy was in chaos.

If they didn't seize the opportunity to fight for land and expand their power now, who knew what would happen in the future?

Besides, even if the Grand Duke returned, they could simply return the land. After all, they weren't the ones who killed Frode, so they weren't afraid of being held responsible by the Grand Duke.

Therefore, just as Allen's men and horses arrived at the main city of Steel Fist City, the men and horses from two or three surrounding earldoms also entered Steel Fist Territory.

Steel Fist City, as the main city, was vast in scale, and the number of people left behind was also much larger than in the small cities.

But who would dare to resist Allen?

Leaving Allen aside, those axe-wielding, longbow-carrying, and grimacing orcs were what made them feel terrified.

Heaven knows if they resisted, would these terrifying orcs directly tear them apart and then eat them bit by bit?

These remaining soldiers lost their will to resist when they saw the orcs, and Allen smoothly entered Steel Fist City.

Entering the Steel Fist City castle, Allen could clearly feel that the style of this castle was slightly different from his own castle. It had more of an iron-blooded, tough style.

It lacked some luxury and had more of a fierce and domineering aura.

"The Earl of Steel Fist was also a heroic figure, how could he have given birth to such a prodigal son like Frode."

Allen sat on the sofa in the castle, which was almost empty. Allen didn't care about this. He wasn't particularly concerned about the Spirits of Nature anymore. What he cared about now was land and people.

"Sir, the sky knights have brought back news. This morning, 10,000 men each from three earldoms in the west and north entered Steel Fist Territory. They are now divided into three groups, preparing to occupy three small cities."

Marco said the news with some anger. As aerial combat power, sky knights could fly recklessly in this country without aerial combat capabilities.

Using them as his eyes was the best thing. After all, Allen wasn't a god, he really didn't know everything about the whole world.

"Marco, don't be angry."

Allen placed the knight's sword beside him and then had someone help him remove his armor.

Although this set of knight's armor was the most comfortable knight's armor he had ever worn, wearing it all the time would still feel uncomfortable.

It was more comfortable to take it off.

"Sir, these bastards are fighting for our spoils, damn guys!"

Allen chuckled: "It doesn't matter, let them continue. Let the soldiers rest for a day, and continue tomorrow morning. Also, tell the soldiers not to be presumptuous."

"As for those guys who want to get benefits, if they have the ability to eat it, a few small cities are nothing, but I'm afraid they can't eat it."

Allen said lightly: "Continue to advance tomorrow, no matter who the other party is, as long as they dare to block the way, crush them. I want to see how much ability they have to dare to steal my things."

Marco smiled when he heard this.

Ability?

What a joke, Marco had never seen an earl stronger or more capable than Allen in all these years.

Allen's combat power was not just personal combat power. Even the most ordinary soldier under this great man could fight ten enemies alone.

Marco felt that there was no second person in the Ryan Duchy with this kind of strength from top to bottom.

"Yes, sir, I understand, I'll give the order."

Marco said with a smile, he liked Allen's domineering and confident personality.

Soon, the night passed, and after the initial panic in Steel Fist City, all the civilians calmed down.

Because the thing they were most worried about didn't happen.

The subordinates of the Skywolf Earl from Skywolf Territory, whether they were human soldiers or orc warriors who looked fierce and terrifying, did not plunder them.

After entering the city, they only saw the Skywolf Territory flag planted all over Steel Fist City, and everything else seemed to be the same as usual.

This made the civilians stunned, but also relieved.

At the same time, they immediately developed a sense of favor and respect for the Skywolf Earl, whom they had only heard of but never met.

This is the real noble! This is the real lord 783. No wonder Skywolf Territory can develop so quickly. No wonder no one who went to Skywolf Territory was willing to come back.

With such a respectable lord, who would want to come back?