I'm a mage, what's wrong with loving farming?

Chapter 252 252. War near the northern border

It was a rare occasion for the two dukes to put aside their differences and come together to discuss matters.

Duke Nar himself is a fourth-level warrior, and it is said that he also has the blood of some Ice Berserkers, so he looks extraordinarily tall and has very thick hair.

Standing over there with a height of two meters and two, he looked like a ferocious humanoid beast covered in hair.

Duke Olivier on the side is just the opposite of him. He is only 1.7 meters tall at most. He has a handsome appearance, his gray hair is neatly styled, and he has a mature charm.

He was wearing a robe that was so luxurious that it was almost cumbersome, and every move he made was full of aristocratic elegance, affectation and fussiness, which was in sharp contrast to the Duke opposite who looked like a ferocious humanoid beast.

"He must know that there is a ruby ​​dragon egg inside."

Duke Olivier was the first to speak: "Otherwise, he would never have directly dealt with the army we left behind like this. The unique berry pulp of Dragon Island was also found on the Ruby Volcano."

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of this fox-like Duke, "He might even have found a ruby ​​dragon to activate the portal to the ruby ​​volcano so quickly."

Although Duke Nar was very disgusted with this opponent who dressed like an elf every day, he still quite agreed with his speculation.

Driven by their common interests, even if the two of them had any filth, it could be ignored. After all, they were nobles, and everything had to be based on the interests of the family.

It was hard for both of them to swallow their due harvest by a little mage from a remote area like the North.

Although they knew that Croya had a certain reputation in the Mage Association and the Royal Court. Not to mention anything else, it is impossible to estimate the daily income of the milk tea shop and the Warcraft and Plant War Pet Shop that occupy the perfect location in the royal capital.

What makes them even more helpless is that even the ladies and juniors in the family often buy it. They even like to drink the sweet "magic potion".

Those two shops contributed a lot of tax revenue to the Mage Association and the Royal Heraldry Academy, plus the food and various crops produced in the north.

So if they want to cause trouble with Croya, they must have a justifiable reason.

From the beginning to the end, they never considered that Croa could confront the two of them head-on. As veteran dukes that existed during the founding of the Kingdom of Norland, they had the war capabilities...

Even the king has to deal with it carefully.

How could a little lord who had only appeared in the Northern Territory occupy the Northern Territory for a few years had he not been related to Prince Mifein?

The two dukes were plotting here, not noticing that there was a person listening outside the door - this is the property of the Olivier family, wind can enter, rain can enter, but the king cannot enter.

…

Ian Olivier's heart was beating fast after hearing the conspiracy between his father and Duke Nar. The youngest master of the Olivier family was the one who had made the deal with Croya.

He knew a lot about the Northern Territory because of the still active businessman Seliu, so he didn't think highly of his father.

Even...he still has some rebellious thoughts and secret expectations in his heart——

'If my father could fail or even die in battle...'

This thought was like a weed that grew wildly. Once it emerged, it could no longer be suppressed, and even gradually spread, covering his mind.

If his father could have used the power of the Duke, his mother might not have suffered so much and even almost died.

As a noble, he was very aware of the limitations of inheritance rights among nobles. No matter how hard he tried, his father could not give him the power he wanted.

No matter what, his mother has always been a maid. He doesn't hate his mother for not helping him. The only thing he hates is his father who blocked his room for advancement.

"..."

Ian took a deep breath and left quietly. He quickly came to his residence and saw his mother in a brilliant garden in full bloom.

The young lady was holding large scissors to prune the overgrown roses. The large swaths of roses were as dazzling as blood, yet so alluring and gorgeous.

But even such gorgeous roses cannot suppress the charm of the lady. She seems to be the fairy flower fairy in fairy tales, pure and beautiful.

It was such beauty that made the Duke favor her, but it also restricted her forever in the gorgeous cage built by the Duke - such a beautiful object must not be coveted by others, and cannot even be seen.

"Mother!"

He walked forward quickly, held the woman's arm, and said softly: "I want to take you to a place."

"Where?" His mother asked curiously: "Ian, you know I can't leave the royal capital."

She seems to have accepted her fate, just like this garden nourished by magic. Once the roses in it leave this place, their fate will only wither.

"Northern Territory." Ian's voice was lowered: "Father is going to attack the Northern Territory with Duke Nar, we can take this opportunity to follow him.

I will personally go to Lord Hanjiao in the north and ask him to give you an environment where you can live safely. "

"What's the price?"

Although the beautiful woman was imprisoned here, she was not stupid at all. She stroked her son's face and said, "Dear Ian, what price do you have to pay to let him protect a useless person like me?"

Ian didn't hesitate at all: "I'm going to betray my father, and I should be able to risk my father's life and the Olivier family.

Mother...can you tell me your last name now? "

The woman's body stiffened for a moment.

She looked down at the shadow-covered rose and replied in a softer voice: "Seth'n."

"..."

The young Duke's son was stunned.

How could it be this?

The former princess of the Sethian royal family looked at her sluggish son, and for the first time a bright smile appeared on her face.

…

Ten days later.

The two dukes' letters of challenge were sent to Hanjiao Island.

Along with the declaration of war came Sir Kermoyer, who was considering gradually expanding outward.

Now he is an earl, and according to the official records of the Kingdom of Norland, the northern border is his fief.

But he remained humble in front of Croya.

After handing the letter of challenge to Croya, he waited for him to make a decision.

Croya glanced at the letter of war and marveled: "It's a friendly discussion between nobles. Why can the nobles now make war so easy?"

To be honest, he actually thought about what the two dukes might do, but he never expected that they would be so shameless, and they would actually show off their elders' records to give advice to Kemoye.

In other words, I have to give him some guidance!

They are really brave.

Even Croya's peaceful mind was aroused. He immediately ordered: "Since they want to come, then come. I only have one request... and that is to bring the two Dukes to Hanjiao Island. A guest on Noble Island.”

——The so-called Noble Island is where Cloya kept the nobles under house arrest. There are barons and viscounts of all sizes, but no count or duke has yet appeared.

If we can catch a few counts and dukes this time, it will be considered as perfecting Croya's collecting habit in this area.

"yes!"

Count Kemoye nodded extremely excitedly. He was well aware of Croya's war capabilities, and now he finally had the opportunity to show it to the outside world. He was extremely excited.

He immediately left Hanjiao Island and began preparations.

After Kemoye left, news came from Mifein and the Mage Association Estner.

The first was Mifein. After seeing Croya, he said directly: "I just learned about this. As you know, there are many nobles who feel uncomfortable with you.

What's more, they are targeting Count Kermoyer. "

Miffy's message was no longer a hint, but a clear statement, telling Croya to quickly become the lord of the North and there wouldn't be so much trouble.

What he said was so obvious that even Croya glanced at him in surprise: "Aren't you the prince of Norante, a noble among nobles~"

"..." Miffy looked at Croya helplessly and said nothing.

The latter laughed loudly and said: "Okay, okay, since there are no problems on your side, when I solve these things, I will officially make the North independent."

"Well, you can tell the royal family... think about what kind of title should be given to this mage. If it is lower than the Duke, I will not agree."

As soon as these words were spoken, Miffy's mental arithmetic finally settled down. He was actually quite afraid that Cloya would directly announce the verdict of the Norland Kingdom.

After all, he is also the prince of Norante, and this status is really a bit embarrassing. If Croya really declares autonomy, then the kingdom will send troops to fight Croya head-on no matter what.

Just like the Gray Sand Lord.

Miffyin, who was completely relieved, chatted with Croya for a few more words, but this time he did not give any suggestions.

Because this assassination operation is different from the last one. It is a head-on confrontation. Croya already knows what he needs to know. It just depends on how the frontal battlefield is handled.

To be honest, he was quite curious, even he had never seen Croya engage in a head-on war.

Miffyin left quickly after the conversation ended.

After he left, Croya had another brief conversation with Estner.

The latter shrugged his shoulders and said: "Don't beat him to death. After he is captured, he will be treated like a noble, and his family will pay the ransom."

"ah?"

"Don't you have anything else to tell me?"

Croya was speechless. How could anyone be more confident than him? They hadn't even started fighting yet, so why were they talking about a ransom after being captured?

But in a sense, he and Estner were really friends - one directly asked for a ransom, and the other planned to send them to the island to satisfy their collecting habit.

Estner shook his head: "Nothing else, after all, they are nominally looking for trouble with Count Kemoyer, and it is difficult for the Mages Association to interfere directly.

But it doesn’t matter if you attack a little more harshly. After all, you are a member of our Mage Association. As long as we win, I will personally negotiate with the people from the Heraldry Academy! "

After saying that, he waved his hand and left directly. Croya felt speechless again, but he also knew in his heart that after this matter was over, it was time for the Northern Territory to be under his control, both legally and practically.

After ending the communication, Croya let his thoughts go and looked out the window, feeling that his heart was far from as sure and stable as it seemed.

Wars are deadly. Although he knew that as a superior he couldn't care so much about sacrifice and death, he still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

Those were all his apprentices! They were usually so well-behaved and obedient. He just hoped that the magic beasts and magic plants could be more powerful.

He worked hard to cultivate so many magic plants and magic beasts just to reduce the sacrifice.

…

With Kloya's order, all the apprentices who were interested in participating in this war rushed to the front line, even Robert, who had not left Hanjiao Island for a long time, rushed over.

At the entrance of the North, the starting point of the Tre River, the Trenas Mountains, has been repaired into a vast plain.

The flat land and the rolling mountains in the distance formed a very sharp contrast. Such a large plain is suitable for frontal combat.

Lina and Kemoye planned to eliminate the armies of the two dukes here, and try not to let these people enter the hinterland of the North and affect the ongoing infrastructure work.

…

The Knights.

Count Kemoye was riding a red horse that was tall and strong, and looked like a fierce monster, inspecting the knights.

This entire team of 3,000 people was composed of a combination of first-level knights and second-level monster flame dragon horses. They were lined up in an extremely regular formation on the flat ground. Every knight had a serious expression and looked straight ahead.

"I won't say anything extra. This is the first time that Lord Cloya has shown his strength to the outside world..."

The count raised the classical knight sword in his hand high, and a brilliant light burst out from the snow-white sword body - it was a gift from his ancestors, a nearly legendary knight sword.

"For Lord Cloya, we must win!"

He shouted loudly.

"For Lord Cloya!!"

The knights also shouted with him. The roar of two thousand knights who had studied basic and advanced knight courses was like a war cry, resounding through the sky.

This is a romance that belongs exclusively to knights. There is no gorgeous spell effect like that of a mage. There is only training day after day and year after year, which makes their martial arts and bodies as solid and hard as steel.

They urgently need a war to prove themselves and prove that Kloya's training of them is not a waste of resources.

After all, the abilities of mages in the North are so exaggerated that knights are not noticeable at all - at most they can only have a sense of existence by doing some dirty and tiring work.

They are all extraordinary people. Are mages really nobler than knights?

Now they are all holding their breath.

They are eager to erupt like a volcano - if Kloya knew their thoughts, I don't know whether he should sigh or feel helpless.

On the other side, Lina was taking the apprentices to conduct the final inventory and inspection of the monsters and magic plants.

"Cloud Mist Magic Sunflower high-altitude support is ready!"

"Elemental plane summoned beasts are ready!"

"Earth Shaking Bull Squad is assembled!"

A series of reports sounded in the mycelium communicator on Lina's temple.

Lina nodded with great satisfaction.

Some of the things here are used for the first time, I hope they can really play the expected role.

...

Outside the northern border.

There are two armies advancing in a clear and non-interfering manner.

These two armies look mighty, and the number should be tens of thousands, but the composition of the team is actually quite subtle.

The vast majority of them are farmers temporarily recruited by the dukes from their respective territories, and the other part is the heavy infantry and archers trained by the lords and the temporary hired mercenaries who specialize in war business and have a certain combat effectiveness.

The last part is a very small part of the knights and mages composed of the lords' retainers, as well as various war beasts.

The peasant soldiers may have undergone basic training and can play the role of artillery and death squads on the battlefield, in order to consume the magic power of the mages and the physical strength of the knights.

Kloya has a deep understanding of the composition of this kind of noble army. He thinks that such an army is very worrying in terms of organization, discipline and technical content.

But he did not underestimate such an army.

Because whether it is the two dukes who personally support the battle, or the battle mage group and the magic beast group, they are all around level three or four.

In such an extraordinary world, such an army is enough to affect the outcome of a battle, and it is also the reason why the two dukes are most certain to win from beginning to end.

It can be said that since these two armies entered the surrounding area of ​​the North, they have been exposed to the eyes of the reef eagles engraved with the eagle eye technique and carrying the image transmission magic device.

Their every move was transmitted to the command center of the North Frontier Base, and Robert, the old lord, led the knights he trained to analyze.

Although Rob is old, under Kloya's careful care, his mind is still very sharp. Sitting in the command room, the momentum he exudes is so strong that people dare not look directly at him.

He looked at the screen with a serious expression: "According to the image, there should be 500 people in the battle mage group, and there are more than 1,000 Nar monsters... This time they really took out some of their trump cards."

To be honest, he felt it was a bit tricky.

Although Hanjiao Island would not be afraid, he was thinking about how to exchange for a greater victory at a lower cost. Almost all the apprentices grew up under his watch.

If too many people really died in this war, he felt that both he and Cloya would feel a little pain.

In the end... the time is still too short. Even if talents want to grow up, it takes time. There is still a gap with these old duke families.

Just as he was thinking, an apprentice hurried in and reported: "Teacher Robert, there is a son who claims to be the son of Duke Olivier and his mother who wants to see you."

Robert was slightly stunned, and his mind turned quickly.

... Is this a trap or something?

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