Chapter 205: The Overconfident Baron

The battle outside Beifeng City lasted less than an hour, and even the last half hour could not be called a battle.

When Baron Guts came to his senses, both of his faces were bruised and swollen, as if he had been stung by a bee, but he could not remember what had happened at all.

"Thank you for your kindness, Demon Lord. In the past, we would have strung you on a flagpole, just like you did before."

The little devil, who looked even shorter than his arm, giggled at him. The sinister look in his eyes made him shiver uncontrollably and his back felt cold.

certainly.

Part of the reason is because it's frozen.

Fortunately, these little devils did not let him stay in the snow for too long. They quickly dragged him with his arms tied up with a rope into the fortress at the foot of Beifeng Mountain.

However, when he stepped through the city gate, everything that came into his sight was beyond his expectations.

This was not the gloomy place he had imagined. There were neither tanning racks with human skins hanging on them nor pagodas made of human bones.

On the contrary, the streets here are clean and wide, paved with neatly cut stone bricks, and even have cast iron lamp stands on both sides.

There’s more to the surprises.

Rows of peculiarly shaped yet simple and practical buildings are lined up along the streets, exuding a strange yet harmonious beauty from top to bottom.

It's not just the architecture that is harmonious.

There are also humans, undead, and demons here...and this is what makes him feel the most incredible, these guys can actually walk peacefully on the street!

Next to a stall, a skeleton soldier was selling food and daily necessities to the residents and collecting paper money from them.

Not far to the right of the stall, there was a half-open workshop. On the sign at the door of the workshop was a metal gear, and under the sign, people were repairing a strange-looking machine under the command of a little devil.

Everything is so well organized.

If it weren't for those winged guys and the ghosts floating in the sky from time to time, he couldn't help but suspect that he was not taken to the monster's castle, but sold to a human city-state.

"This is impossible... This can't possibly be the work of a monster."

His Adam's apple moved and he couldn't help swallowing. He wanted to ask what these houses were used for, but he didn't dare to speak casually.

"Behave yourself!" Seeing the baron stop, the skeleton soldier behind him pushed him, causing him to stagger forward. Only then did he come back to his senses from the shock and remember his identity as a prisoner.

And just at this moment, people passing by finally noticed him and cast curious and scrutinizing glances at him.

"What has this guy done wrong?"

"It couldn't be bandits... I heard gunshots."

"I don't think so."

"His armor... looks like that of a regular soldier from the Duchy of Campbell."

"knight?"

"Wait... I recognize him! He's the baron from the nearby town, the guy named Gus."

"Oh my goodness, that's him."

Realizing that this guy was Baron Gus, the eyes of the people around him instantly became unfriendly, and there was a hint of mockery and ridicule in their looks.

Gus blushed.

If he could still endure being humiliated by monsters, being looked at with such rude eyes by these lowly guys really broke his defenses.

"You guys betrayed Saint Sith! You actually teamed up with monsters! Just wait, you will go to hell sooner or later! You are not worthy of being human—"

A kick on his butt interrupted his hysterical shouting, and everyone burst into laughter when they saw Baron Gus falling into the snow pile.

"Ha ha."

"To hell?"

"We were in hell before. If it weren't for the Demon King who pulled us out of despair, we would have been frozen into ice in the snow!"

A man in a cloth jacket took a step forward, spat at his feet and cursed.

"Betrayed Saint Sith? Where was it when we needed it? What did it say when we prayed to it? Send a villain like you to our heads? When the Chaos army came, you ran away first, leaving us to die in the village?"

Baron Gus's lips trembled with anger.

"I don't!"

This is really unfair to him.

To be honest, he did not abandon the townspeople of Silver Pine and run away. Instead, the townspeople there abandoned him first.

"You didn't, but you all are the same." The man looked at him with disdain and said, "You only talk to us about your glory when you need us to die. But Lord Demon, you hope that we can live well while we are alive."

These were what the acolytes of the temple told him.

A thousand years ago, the Saint Sith deceived them into conquering the underworld by promising to "eliminate death", but in the end they only fulfilled their promise to the Emperor.

Not only that, not only did they not eliminate death, but even death was no longer equal in the future. Noble souls would reincarnate in the reincarnation pool, and be reborn into noble families again and again, while the rest of the souls would fend for themselves like grass, become lonely ghosts living in the deep valleys of the Wanren Mountains, or become prey to adventurers.

After learning about these things, he no longer had any good feelings towards Saint Sith, and he hated the nobles under the rule of the empire to the extreme.

Guts' face turned pale and he couldn't speak. He could only stare at that face, and then let the skeleton behind him push him to the cell at the foot of the mountain.

It was a cave. The space was not very spacious, and the cold and eerie atmosphere made it hard not to feel panic.

In this cave, Guts saw his subordinates.

All fifty cavalrymen were captured, their equipment stripped off, their hands and feet tied, and they were also put in shackles that restricted their supernatural powers.

As for the militiamen, there was none left. It seemed that they did not resist at all. They just left him behind and ran away.

"These cowards..."

Baron Gus felt angry, humiliated, and disappointed with his subjects.

He's had enough.

Just wait and see! When he gets out, none of these guys will have a good ending! If they can still get out...

…

In the farmhouse of Silverpine Town, Abel, the "Shoe Loser", threw the militia's uniforms and frozen socks into a wooden barrel, and then hurriedly put on his coat.

At this time, a cool breeze came into the leaky farmhouse, blowing on the back of his neck, and made him shiver with cold.

"Who is talking about me..." Abel muttered, threw the firewood into the stove and lit it along with the curled sawdust.

Looking at the slowly burning flames, his uneasy mood finally calmed down a little. He made the sign of the cross on his chest and prayed facing the fire.

Saint Sith, please forgive his cowardice.

He definitely didn't intend to escape. It was just that the monsters were so terrifying that even the knights didn't have a chance to fight back.

Come to think of it, this wasn't the case when they fought under Grand Duke Aaron Campbell before.

At that time, the priests chanted the spell and they were only concerned with loading and firing their guns. After a while, the enemy's morale collapsed and they fled. Then the cavalry rushed up to reap the rewards... It was nothing like today. The priests became dumb, a group of cavalry were actually pulled off their horses by the skeletons, and the sheriff took the lead in fleeing.

That’s right!

The sheriff took the lead!

Thinking of this, Old Abel couldn't help but feel a little more comforted. When the lord blamed someone, he would definitely blame that shameful thing, and would not punish them who were so honest.

However, just as he was thinking this, the door of the farmhouse was suddenly kicked open, and he was so scared that he almost knocked the stove to the ground.

A pair of leather boots stepped into the door, and the "Shield Thrower" Hebal waved his hand, signaling the two militiamen behind him to go forward and pull up old Abel who was slumped on the ground.

Looking at this group of rude guys, Abel shouted in panic.

"What are you doing?! What did I do wrong? Why are you arresting me——"

"What did you do wrong? You still dare to ask!" Hebal looked at him sternly. "Sheriff Adlai just asked you to withdraw. Who allowed you to disperse privately?"

Old Abel looked at him dumbfounded, his face pale and his mouth open, unable to speak.

Hebal sneered and said without any regard for past friendship.

"You still have a chance to make amends. That is to quickly bring your men to the square to gather. We can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, hmph, you can just wait to be hanged!"

"I'll go! I'll go right away!"

Old Abel was almost frightened to death. He quickly took out the militia uniform he had just taken off from the barrel and put it on at random.

Hebal turned his neck towards the militiaman beside him, signaling him to throw a gun to him, and then ran to the next house with the strong men he had just recruited.

Just as the militia of Silverpine Town began to regroup, a group of two hundred cavalrymen had already arrived in the northern part of Silverpine Forest.

Gazing at the looming fortress halfway up Beifeng Mountain, Theresa, who was riding on horseback, frowned slightly and put down the monocular telescope in her hand.

"Your Highness, it's just ahead."

Riding a horse beside Theresa, Irene Campbell looked solemn, her right hand tightly gripping the sword at her waist.

"I didn't expect that the demon king in the maze would actually build a city right under our noses..."

Theresa said in a deep voice.

"This is malfeasance on the part of the local lord."

Irene Campbell nodded and spoke with dignity.

"I know, but now is not the time to assign blame. We have to rescue him from the monsters first."

Saint Sith bestowed the "Light of Praise" to the Campbell family so that they would protect this land and the people living on it.

This is not just about the glory of the Campbell family!

It is the majesty of the principality! "Yes!"

Theresa waved the reins in her hand and led the cavalry behind her to form a formation and advance along the rugged slope towards Beifeng Mountain.

Irene and Luo Yan rode their horses in the middle of the team.

The line of cavalry continued to advance, and as they moved forward, the woods ahead became denser and denser, with emerald green vines even entwined on the low-hanging branches. It did not feel like winter at all.

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Of course Luo Yan knew what that was.

Either Helen or Shirley did it.

Apparently she had sensed something unusual from the surrounding scenery, and Theresa's heart skipped a beat as she held the sword horizontally in her hand.

At the same time, a sharp whistle sounded from the woods, and countless skeleton soldiers and little demons rushed up from all directions.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Theresa roared, and the sword in her hand emitted a green light. The aura surged like a mountain torrent, and the momentum was not inferior to that of Shino Dragun at all.

The sound of gunfire rang out from the woods, and the rain of bullets seemed to hit a wall, stopping all of them without a single bullet left.

At the same time, Princess Irene's personal guards immediately gathered together to form a defensive formation, with blue light shining on their breastplates and the lances in their hands pointing straight at the enemy like frost.

Luo Yan looked at Theresa in surprise.

Before, he only knew that this guard was of silver-level strength, but now he realized that the classification of levels of supernatural power might not be enough to summarize her full strength.

The players of the Life Class in the Great Cemetery took the lead in launching the attack. A little demon flew into the sky and tried to disrupt the cavalry's formation with mental magic, but was blocked by a protective barrier released by a personal guard.

This was not the end yet, as another cavalryman raised the mace in his hand, and the gem inlaid on the handle emitted a sacred light.

"Holy Judgment!" The cavalryman roared, and a milky white light, like an iron fist, slammed towards the little devil flying in the sky.

The little devil let out a miserable scream, "Woo-ga", smoke came out of his body, and he said "I'll be back", then fell into the woods like a roasted bat.

The regular army of the Principality of Campbell is indeed extraordinary, and its strength is far beyond the reach of the scattered soldiers of the Barony of Silverpine Town.

Luo Yan estimated that, if referring to the settings of Warhammer, Baron Guts's troops were probably at the same level as the old farmer of Barto, while Princess Campbell's personal guards were at least "Holy Grail Knights", and they were a mixed force of magic and martial arts.

Faced with this level of armed forces, the professional players under his command are indeed no match. After all, they and the old farmer Barto are in the same ecological niche.

but--

It is a bit naive to think that he can capture Beifeng City with only two hundred people. He has more than just these few cards in his hand.

Besides, his players are immortal.

Even if these two hundred cavalrymen died of exhaustion, they would not be able to kill them all.

In order to avoid arousing the princess' suspicion, Luo Yan did not watch the battle completely. He released fireballs and shot down several players who tried to move the bomb above his head.

At this time, a cavalryman urged his horse to charge into the enemy camp.

With the help of magic, his spear pierced three skeleton soldiers. His horse trampled the ground, stirring up large amounts of snow, earth and rocks, and repelled more enemies.

However, what horrified him was that the monsters he knocked away were not afraid, but instead let out excited shouts.

At this moment, flame blades and ice cones flew out from the forest and pounced on the cavalryman like arrows.

"Holy Barrier!"

Irene shouted, pointing her scabbarded sword into the air. A golden barrier descended from the sky, covering the front of her guards and blocking most of the magic.

The cavalryman looked at her gratefully, pulled the reins and was about to return to the line, but a vine rose from the ground and tripped the leg of the horse under him.

“Ouch!”

The warhorse neighed in fear and kicked its hind legs backwards, almost throwing the cavalryman off its back.

"Everyone dismount!"

Theresa roared decisively, jumped off her horse, and swung her sword to cut off the vines that were spreading along the ground.

Helen, standing in the forest, looked at her expressionlessly. Her two staffs, leaning slightly forward, emitted a faint green light, urging vines as thick as pythons to continue growing in the direction of the cavalry team.

Theresa spotted her at a glance and ran towards her with a sword in hand, but was quickly forced back by sharp arrows flying out of the forest.

Looking at the arrow emitting black air nailed to the tree trunk, Theresa narrowed her eyes slightly and looked in the other direction of the woods. She saw a night elf with a bow and arrow looking at her provocatively, as if saying "Come here".

"A mere trifle." Theresa sneered and pinched the amulet on her chest. The golden runes quickly coated her armor with a layer of gold.

Shirley's face changed slightly, and she immediately released the bowstring. However, before her arrow arrived, the female knight in heavy armor appeared in front of her as if she had teleported.

"Oh my god, that's fast—"

On the other side, the endless stream of skeletons had collided with the dismounted cavalry, and a close combat began!

Although the combat effectiveness of these skeletons is not high, their numbers are so huge that there is no end in sight!

Although the guards under her command are not vegetarians, they are still human beings after all, and neither their physical strength nor their supernatural powers are unlimited.

"Hold on! Reinforcements are on the way!" Irene Campbell roared, gritting her teeth and pulling out the legendary sword in her hand.

Luo Yan's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that she would pull this thing out like this, and so close to him.

Bathed in the sacred light, Irene Campbell, holding the "Light of Praise" in her hand, seemed like a different person, radiating holy light from head to toe.

The surrounding undead and imps were clearly under a debuff; their movements became slow and stiff, as if they had a taut spring tied to their bodies.

The holy light flashed and Irene, holding the sword, returned to her usual appearance, but her aura became different from before.

At the same time, the personal guards following her seemed to have received a divine blessing. Not only did the wounds on their bodies heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, but their entire bodies were also filled with endless strength.

Luo Yan pondered in his heart.

It seems that I don't fully understand the "Legend of Light", and this thing will not suck the user dry like a vampire once it is pulled out.

Aaron Campbell must have used one of its functions, but if it was just used normally, it would not overdraw the user's life potential.

At least not for the still young Erin.

Just as he was thinking, a thick fog filled the forest, accompanied by a string of wind chime-like laughter.

"Hahaha...this is so funny. I didn't expect Aaron Campbell to give his sword to a little girl. I thought I was seeing things, but it turned out to be true."

Feeling the hostility coming towards her, Irene looked at the deep fog around her with a stern expression.

"Who is it?"

"Sissi."

The thick fog suddenly dispersed, revealing the petite figure sitting on the treetop.

The white dress with red ribbons fluttered in the fierce cold wind, and under the fiery red shoulder-length hair were a pair of charming red eyes.

Apart from the slightly raised horns on her forehead, the tail swaying behind her, and the folded bat wings, she looked no different from a human girl, only a little smaller.

Irene looked up suddenly and met her eyes.

Hatred.

Murderous intent.

Bloodthirsty.

And...jealousy? Irene couldn't help but wonder if she had seen it wrong.

She could understand all the other emotions, after all, Hell and the surface humans were sworn enemies, but jealousy was the only thing she couldn't understand, as it was clearly the first time they met.

However, the feelings of her enemies were not important to her, she only cared about the people of the Principality of Campbell.

Taking a deep breath, Irene clenched the sword in her hand, stared at the little devil sitting on the treetop, and gave her name.

"Erin Campbell, daughter of Aaron Campbell, no matter how many times you demons are resurrected, I will chop off your heads with the light bestowed upon me by Saint Sith."

"Yeah?"

Sissi raised her left hand and yawned, then lifted the hem of her skirt with her right hand and saluted slightly, with a cruel smile slightly raised at the corner of her covered mouth.

"Then you should try it."

(End of this chapter)