Throne of the North

In the dark night, a fire ignited in the woods, illuminating the battlefield. In the statistics, the soldiers' expressions were heavy.

Under the reflection of the flames, corpses were placed in the middle.

"We lost more than 40 soldiers."

More than 20% of the casualties is a terrible ratio. In front of the warthog orcs, there is no such thing as serious injuries. Once hit in the vitals, it is a sure death.

What made Colin happy was that in this war, no soldiers retreated after the death. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Quinn.

This guy performed very well in the war. Lord Ryan's vision was indeed not comparable to his own. He looked down on him before.

If Quinn hadn't taken up the banner at the last moment, I'm afraid they would be forced to flee and then be hunted down by the orcs.

"The commander will count our merits, and theirs."

Colin said, and pointed to the 42 dead people on the ground. Their two hundred-man teams lost more than 20% in one battle. At this moment, he didn't know whether Lord Ryan would punish him after returning to the legion.

"Tomorrow, we will send the bodies of these orcs to Baron Moore's territory, and then I will ask him for his command of the army. Only with more soldiers can we win the next war."

The Knight Commander Wei Lun of Baron Moore's territory is also a bronze knight. In addition to him, there is another bronze knight, and more than 20 trainee knights, plus ordinary soldiers, which is also a powerful fighting force that must be used.

Otherwise, if he really returns to Lord Ryan with 180 people in the end, his future will be really bleak.

Early the next morning, the bodies of sixty or seventy warthog orcs were placed in front of Baron Moore. The baron was shocked. Looking at the hideous orcs, the baron did not dare to approach at all.

"Did you kill all these?"

Baron Moore was shocked, and the soldiers behind Colin and Quinn also raised their heads proudly. This was their victory.

At this moment, no one paid attention to the dead soldiers. The living were the future. The dead had been buried and would be mourned at a specific time.

There was no surprise. The remaining 158 soldiers and the 150 soldiers in Baron Moore's territory combined to form a huge army of 300 people.

Baron Moore still needed to keep some soldiers to guard and suppress the territory, so he was unwilling to give more.

Colin took these people back to the camp in the woods and rebuilt the defense line.

"Master Centurion, we found a group of refugees."

A soldier came to report in the morning, saying that some humans were fleeing in the distance and were discovered by scouts.

"Take me there."

With the clatter of horses' hooves, Colin and his soldiers appeared in front of a disheveled team. This team had about 30 people, and seemed to be a combination of several families.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Colin asked loudly, which frightened these people. The population flow between noble territories was almost non-existent, because strangers who appeared in their own territories without backgrounds might be captured as slaves, losing everything and even becoming the wealth of a certain noble.

Therefore, most of the people in the territory are honest guys, afraid of the authority of the lord and the whip of the knight, and obediently plow the land, live, live, and plow the land day after day.

Just like Quinn before.

"We are farmers... farmers under Viscount Harry, and we are free people. Viscount Harry was defeated by the orcs, and we hid. This morning, we escaped while the orcs were sleeping."

The group knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness from the knight. They didn't want to be captured and become slaves of a noble. After Viscount Harry drove away the orcs, they would return to their own homes.

Colin looked at these pale and thin guys, and they were not too bad. After all, the old, weak, sick and disabled died almost all during the first invasion of the orcs. The guys who had the strength to escape at this time were much better than other mud legs.

"From now on, you are my captives."

Taking these dozens of people back to the forest position, Colin asked Quinn to select some men to serve as soldiers to supplement the two-man team.

"Ask them about the situation in Viscount Harry's territory. I'm going to write to Michaela and the others."

"These people were able to escape successfully. It seems that there won't be too many warthog orcs coming to our side. They may have even been killed by us."

Colin can write. After these years of miserable learning in the frozen land, he has been able to express his ideas with pen and ink.

Feeling the eyes around him, Colin was still a little proud and complacent.

"A bunch of mud legs."

About fifteen miles east of the Moore Baron's territory, there is a baron's territory, which is the territory of Baron Isaac.

Although from a macro perspective, the orcs attacked the noble territories in the south of the kingdom in a fan-shaped manner with the royal city as the center, from the specific performance, it is actually a fan-shaped area composed of blooming fireworks.

For example, when Viscount Harry's territory was broken by an orc army of more than 4,000, these more than 4,000 warthog orcs scattered like fireworks, and divided into small armies to attack the surrounding baronies.

The entire fan-shaped area is formed in this way. If a powerful territory is defeated by a large number of orcs, the orcs will spread into one team after another and go to the territory of the small nobles to fight the autumn wind. If they can win on the territory of the small nobles, the warthoglin will The loot people harvested was actually more.

Therefore, after Harry's Viscounty was occupied, the surrounding barons and minor nobles suffered a disaster. Groups of warthog orcs appeared in their territory, and they had no more strength to resist.

The arrival of the Imperial Legion eased the tension. Baron Isaac's territory was waiting for the support of three hundred-man armies at the critical moment.

But soon, these three hundred people, together with Baron Isaac's army, fell into the anxious state of war.

In the field, Bronze Knight Attendant Michaela was riding on a northern war horse. His voice echoed in the sky of the battlefield. His roar had lasted for two hours and was still not hoarse.

As the war horses charged, the long sword tore open the bone armor of the orc warrior at the moment of contact. He did not care whether the orc warrior was dead or not. The war horse charged forward non-stop, walking across the battlefield. No one could stop the gradual progress. He became more and more courageous as he fought in the war.

"For the glory of the empire!"

"For the glory of Ryan!"

He waved the knight's sword, and his loud voice was the flag of all the soldiers on the battlefield, inspiring the soldiers to fight passionately. In this field where wheat seeds should have been planted, blood and adrenaline were flowing all the time on the tragic battlefield. Under the stimulation, the soldiers could not retreat.

"Kill all these damn orcs!"

Michaela turned her horse's head and came to several other knights riding war horses. The next moment, the knights charged towards the battlefield again. Although there were only five horses and five knights, they charged out on the battlefield. With an indomitable momentum, the warthog orcs kept falling in front of them. The surface of the horse armor was already covered with muddy blood. They were not as smooth as clear water, but sticky and stuck to the armor.

However, even so, they still could not completely change the situation on the battlefield, because the territory of Baron Isaac was just south of Viscount Harry's territory, and it was also the main direction of attack by the warthog orcs after they broke through Viscount Harry's territory.

"kill!"

In the majestic burst of energy and blood, Michaela felt his life seed expand. He seemed to be about to break through, but on such a battlefield, the loss of energy and blood caused by the sudden breakthrough would make him fall into a weak state.

Therefore, he has always suppressed his Qi and blood, preventing them from boiling on their own.

"Even if I fail, after this war is over, the Baron's blessing will make me a Silver Knight!"

Michaela thought this way, he had the last choice, so he didn't care about the feeling of breakthrough at this moment, as long as he maintained his peak condition in this war.

Because he knew very well that if he fell or disappeared, this battlefield would definitely end in collapse, because the number of the warthog orc army was already 150% of the human soldiers.

One-on-one, the tall warthog orcs are powerful enough. If it weren't for the villages and towns behind them, and if it weren't for Mikaela's voice that constantly inspired the soldiers, the soldiers on the battlefield would risk their lives to fight with the warthog orcs. A life-and-death fight, the war collapsed at the first opportunity.

"kill!"

Throwing the knight's spear, Mikaela's powerful force directly penetrated an orc warrior with the spear. While saving a soldier, he did not have time to look at the other's condition. The long sword fell and fell on another orc warrior. On the top of the head, he split the skull and separated the two sharp fangs. Michaela kept moving.

He couldn't stop, he could only keep charging and fighting in the most brutal position.

"Don't be afraid, we will win."

Reining the horse again and turning his head, Michaela's wet palm touched the war horse's neck. The fiery temperature showed that the state of the war horse had reached its limit at this moment. The majestic blood caused a thin layer of blood to emerge on the surface of the war horse's body. The thin mist is also being consumed violently.

The horse armor on it was given by Baron Isaac, which helped the war horse and Michaela block the attack of a large number of orcs on the day they first arrived. Otherwise, the horse might have died on the battlefield that day.

But today, it's not sure if it can survive.

Perhaps the war horse would not have such emotions, but Michaela would. As a knight squire blessed by the deer spirit, he had been loyal to Baron Lane for more than two years. He was not sure whether his loyalty would continue.

So, he tore off the clothes under his armor skirt, wrapped the cloth strips, and then blindfolded the horse beneath him.

"Don't be afraid, we will definitely win."

Covering the eyes of the war horse, Michaela once again charged towards the battlefield.

This time, without the obstruction of vision, the Northern War Horse does not need to make any judgment. It only needs to keep moving forward, until the reins are pulled to change its direction.

"kill!"

On the battlefield, soldiers listened in awe to the shouts of killing coming from their ears. They could not raise their heads and wait and see, because this was a battlefield, and the familiar voice in their ears was their flag. The noble knight was already here. He stayed on the battlefield for more than three days, and everyone knew that his rest time did not exceed five hours.

The flags and emblems belonging to the Isaac family were broken and fell into a pool of blood. They were trampled by the orcs. There may be corpses of soldiers on them, but now the soldiers no longer need to look at that flag and hear it in their ears. The vague, possibly indistinguishable sound is their new flag.

"We - won!"

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

In the blood, no one knew how much time had passed. The soldiers only felt that their hands were waving instinctively and became weak. However, this series of shouts still made the soldiers stop at a loss and raised their heads to look ahead.

The Warthog Orcs were fleeing towards the north of the battlefield. They were in a panic. The courage and bloodlust brought to them by the war had cooled over time. This war finally ended with human victory once again.

"Wan Sheng!"

Among the shouts like a tsunami, you can vaguely hear that countless voices are hoarse. They are already exhausted. At this moment, most people are sitting on the ground desperately, even if they are flowing down the ravine, they are unwilling to stand up. .

"Survived."

Michaela pulled off the cloth from the war horse's eyes, which was already wet with blood. Michaela, who was wearing armor, insisted on taking off the heavy armor and saddle on the horse's back, and pulled the reins and walked on the battlefield.

His speed was not fast, and the strong sense of fatigue made the world in front of him seem to slow down. He walked very slowly, holding his horse. Wherever he passed, all the soldiers looked at him in silence. No one can still have the benefit to praise a leader after shouting victory, but the silent gaze at the moment is already worth a thousand words.

When he came to the town, Michaela still held on, and he saw the baron lord here.

"Lord Baron, the soldiers need to rest now. I leave the cleaning work of the battlefield to you, as well as food and water. We need to add a lot of water. By the way, control their food and do not allow anyone to eat more than the usual two. Times the food.”

"Even if they could eat a cow now."

After saying this, Michaela walked towards the military camp and fell on her wooden bed.

"master."

Beside Baron Isaac, an old man shouted in a low voice.

"Forget it, I'll give this letter to him tomorrow. You heard what he just said, why don't you prepare it yet!"

Baron Isaac scolded angrily, and the butler left in panic. The war broke out in front of the baron's mansion. The whole day, the baron was furious with the performance of his soldiers, and the butler did not dare to get into trouble at this time.

Most of the soldiers were carried back because they were so exhausted that it was difficult for them to even move their hands.

"Hopefully the orcs won't attack tomorrow."

…

The Legion of Light, the main camp in Baron Turner's territory.

One after another, the Airwolf Cavalry returns, and every day, they have to transmit a large amount of information.

"The defense line has been initially stabilized. Since we arrived here, only two barons' territories have been defeated. All the remaining noble territories have resisted the orcs' attack."

"Tell this to the nobles in the south of the kingdom, and tell them that I need more supplies."

"Write another letter to Adams and tell him that we will help him regain his throne soon, but the soldiers are fighting and need military expenses, rewards and pensions, and more clothes are needed to replace the blood-soaked warrior clothes. "

The Light Judgment Legion was sent by the empire, but that didn't mean they would help the Kingdom of Andara for free.

The initial defense prevented the orcs from moving south, which proved the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Legion and its ability to fight against the orcs. Next, the kingdom needs to give him more sincerity so that Ryan can ensure the rhythm and efficiency of this war.

This is not greed, but real, he wants to give money to the soldiers.

"Also, let Adams answer me how many nobles swore allegiance to him."

"How can he become the king of the kingdom if he cannot gain the recognition and allegiance of the nobles?"

"If he already has the loyalty of a large number of nobles, why until now!"

Ryan's voice turned cold.

"——I have not heard of any territorial noble lord expelling or killing the clergy of the Holy See of the Dawn in the territory? Why do those churches still exist? Can the immortal and great God of Light be served by them?"

…

When Ryan spoke on this matter again, he had already appeared in Baron Moore's territory.

The mighty cavalry legions, the flags of the Bright Judgment Legion and the flags of the Tundra Territory that were hunting in the air, oppressed everyone in the entire Baron of Moore and did not dare to show their anger.

While walking in this territory, Ryan looked at Baron Moore.

"Mr. Baron Moore, you are unwilling to give me an answer. Now that I am here in person, can you give me a result?"

The fat Baron Moore was covered in cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't expect that he was also a baron. How could Baron Lane's momentum be so terrifying? He had never felt like this when he faced the Grand Duke and the King.

"I...I..."

He was so nervous that he didn't know what to say several times, but Ryan helped him answer his question.

"Are you arranging your soldiers to arrest the priests and monks of the Church of the Dawn?"

Baron Moore reacted, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, that's right, that's what I planned. I'm about to arrange soldiers to catch Weilun!"

The Knight Commander came out and was greeted by the Baron's angry scolding.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and capture those damned Dawn believers and hand them over to Baron Ryan for disposal!"

Wei Lun also left with his head held high. Soon, a group of clergymen wearing Dawn robes were captured. The people of the baron's territory were a little nervous and even questioned why Knight Wei Lun wanted to capture them.

The captured people became even more arrogant.

"What are you doing? What are you doing! This is blasphemy, blasphemy against the great Lord of Dawn. You will all be burned to death by the Lord's flames. Let me go!"