Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

There were no surprises on the way back, but because there were thirty captive miners, the speed of the journey was slowed down.

It didn't matter if it was slower, but watching the dark clouds in the sky continue to gather, and there was already lightning across the sky in the distance, Narant couldn't help but feel a little worried.

You must know that in this backward world, it is also a big risk to get caught in the rain. It is not uncommon for one to catch a cold by accident and die from bad luck.

More importantly, there are still wounded people in the team. If they are caught in the rain, they may aggravate their injuries.

In the next journey, Narant kept urging the team to move faster. Fortunately, it seemed that his luck was not bad. When they arrived outside the castle, the rainstorm had not yet come.

"It's the lord who is back, open the castle gate!"

Thomas stood on the castle wall. Because the adults took away all the guards in the castle, the security of the castle tonight was handed over to him and the three servants.

When the team finally reached the bottom of the city wall and saw the mighty and handsome lord leading the way, Thomas relaxed and couldn't restrain his excitement and shouted at the servant below.

After shouting, he immediately went down the stairs and went to the castle to fetch hot water and towels.

"Sir, you're back!" Thomas hurried to Narant's horse and brought a hot towel.

"Well, I'm back!" Narant rolled over and dismounted, took the towel and wiped his face, making him feel a lot more awake.

"Congratulations to your lord for your great victory!" At this time, the carriage and more than 30 serfs in the rear had also entered the castle. Thomas didn't need to think about it, he knew his lord's record tonight.

"Okay, Thomas, stop flattering. There are two seriously injured guards here, and many other guards are injured. Go and get some herbs for them to put on!" Narant interrupted Thomas's flattery with a smile. Commanded to him.

"Also, tell Rose to make a few pots of broth for the guards to eat later!"

"Yes, my lord!" Thomas didn't dare to neglect when he heard the words, and immediately ran towards the inner castle with his servant.

"Quake, arrange these prisoners and weapons, and eat the broth later, except for the guards on duty, let everyone rest early!"

After Thomas left, Narrant began giving orders to both Vivienne and Quick.

It is already early in the morning, and the post-war rewards and reckoning are reserved for tomorrow.

"Yes, my lord!"

Click!

When Narant washed and returned to the room, the raindrops that had been brewing with lightning poured down.

"Thank you for taking care of Rongguang!"

Hearing the sound of raindrops, the corner of Narant's mouth rose slightly, the rain was just right for him.

Although he understands that no matter how clean he is, Quint will always put the suspicion on him.

But doubt is doubt, this heavy rain can erase the last possible clues, such as rut ​​marks and so on, which reduces the risk of his exposure on the bright side.

...

In Baron Quint's Castle, Quint, who used to be pampered, was pacing the hall constantly, and the anxious expression on his face was undoubtedly revealed.

Click!

With the lightning and thunder outside the window, Quint felt even more uneasy.

"Why haven't you come back yet? I arranged for the convoy to travel very secretly today, and it stands to reason that there is no chance of an accident!"

Quint was naturally worried about the convoy that he sent to the buffer belt to collect the flame spar.

Since the yellow elf gave birth to the flame spar mine a few months ago, all his energy has been placed on it.

Not only did they send people to build a wooden camp that was comparable to a small fortress, but they also sent a vassal and half of his troops to garrison.

After so long of deliberation, today is finally the first harvest.

But the team that had originally agreed to return at midnight has now been delayed by more than two hours, which made him a little uneasy. This was the result of nearly two months of mining.

Fortunately, the spiritual connection between the mind and the flame spar elf is still there. Although it is too far to perceive the specific state of the elf, it at least shows that there should be no problems in the camp.

He has just sent several guards to explore on horseback, and I believe he will be able to bring back the news in a while.

dong dong dong!

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the hall.

"Come in!"

Soon, a middle-aged man in a silk dress walked in, who was his castle steward.

"Roach, is there any news coming back!" Quint couldn't wait to speak when he saw his castle butler.

However, after asking the question, looking at the pale complexion of the castle steward, Quint had an ominous premonition.

"Big...sir!" The castle steward's words trembled a little.

"Tell me, what's going on, is my team back!" Quint's face sank, and he took two steps forward and grabbed the butler's collar and asked.

"Sir, there is an accident in the convoy!" The castle steward finally said it bravely.

"What the hell is going on!"

"My lord, the guards dispatched rushed towards the buffer zone, but they did not encounter the convoy on the way."

"Finally, when they arrived at the buffer zone, they found...the camp had been burnt to rubble...and Captain Johnny died at the gate of the camp."

"What, the camp was also burned down? How is this possible!" Quint couldn't believe it, thinking that it was just an accident in the convoy, but even the camp was destroyed.

"What about Di Li, what about that idiot Di Li? And what about my fifty-odd guards?"

"My lord, Sir Dili has died, and all the guards in the camp have also died!" The butler answered truthfully.

Quint took a few steps back when he heard this.

"My lord, take care of yourself. The guards brought back your elf. They found it outside the camp!"

The housekeeper was afraid that Quint couldn't stand it, and immediately presented the yellow elf.

Quint saw the elf, and the anger in his heart still couldn't be eliminated. It was a camp that he spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build.

And those well-trained guards, all begging from the earl.

"Who is it, who did it! Send me to investigate! I must find this person, and the corpse will be broken into pieces!" Quint couldn't figure it out, even a baron couldn't break through his camp, now It was directly destroyed.

...

At noon the next day, Narant woke up beautifully from the soft bed.

Because he was quite tired from the battle, he slept until now.

He opened his eyes and looked towards the head of the bed, where an iron treasure chest was placed.

He immediately got up and opened the treasure chest again. There were more than fifty red flame spar lying quietly inside.

"This box is worth five hundred and fifty gold coins!" Narant had counted them last night, and the number of flame spar in the wooden box was fifty-five.

The day before yesterday, he received a flame spar as a gift from his own sister, but he didn't expect to have a large box in the blink of an eye.

"With it, my road to cultivation is about to take off! Haha!" Narant laughed happily.

As a traveler, he knows best that in such an extraordinary world, only with sufficient strength can he truly live in peace.