PS: In the morning, there are two bottles of suspension bottles. I slept in the afternoon and felt much better in the evening. I should be able to resume the update tomorrow. I recommend "I'm Really Not a Heroine" to my friends. This is a story about a big guy dressed as a woman who is not serious in the game! laugh.
Kant rode his horse in front, and Rolf briefly reported the recent situation.
Nothing to report either.
Looking at the position 100 meters south of the central post station, thousands of mercenary regiments have gathered there, all of them clenched their weapons, aggressive, trying to resist.
Naturally, good people will not come to this barren Nalun Desert!
"Let's go."
Kant nodded, his tone calm.
Knocking on the belly of the horse lightly, he rode his horse forward, swept past the group of mercenaries in front, and said calmly, "Go and meet my Uncle Dylan, heh, what does this guy want to do?"
"I guess I'm here to hang out." The corners of Rolf's mouth curled up, his face slightly grim: "It's just that I brought too many presents."
"I like that word."
Kant turned his head and glanced at Rolf, the corner of his mouth curled up: "A gift."
The horse under the crotch quickened its pace.
As personal guards, 20 Sarion Lion Knights followed closely beside Kant and Rolf. Their faces were stern, and their eyes swept across the group of mercenaries like the eyes of a lion. They focused on the front position, Baron Dylan and behind him. of 3 knights.
In the perception of these lion knights, the threat of these four guys is undoubtedly the biggest!
And the rear prepares.
30 royal knights led 200 knights in charge formation.
The 1,000 Swadian light infantry, with shields on their left arms across their chests and Germanic swords clenched in their right hands, lined up in a full 4 rows, advancing step by step as the heavy cavalry strolled ahead.
The appearance of advancing layer by layer made the desert evenly trampled, making the sound of uniform footsteps.
Elite troops.
Those pretending to be aggressive mercenaries trembled in their hearts.
If the mercenaries who are looking for money really go to war with the highly disciplined regular army, maybe there will be no problem in a short period of time, but once the battle becomes anxious, their own casualties are too large, and the speed of collapse will definitely be faster than the regular army.
Defending the country and defending the country are completely two concepts!
Kant rode close.
Guarded by twenty Sarion lion riders, he had little to fear.
But in front of him, there are still 5 lion knights riding horses and holding shields, blocking the space in front of them, strictly preventing mercenaries from secretly aiming crossbowmen, this is the basic common sense as a guard.
Inferior infantry armed with crossbows can kill noble knights by sneak attacking and shooting.
Everyone is extremely careful.
Including Baron Dylan in front of them.
Facing Kant and his guards approaching slowly, as well as the heavy cavalry and infantry phalanx approaching from behind, everyone looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
It was enough for them to be amazed that the handicraft-like armor was worn on the knights.
And the heavily armed infantry in the rear!
Everyone wears chain mail, linen robes, iron helmets, and shields and swords. They don't look weaker than those high-ranking nobles in the South County of the Lion Principality, who have been trained for generations with the strength of their families.
How could Kant, the youngest son of an exiled duke, have such power in such a short period of time
"Princess Sofia's details!"
Baron Dylan gritted his teeth.
He also felt a little cold about the hidden strength of the Yinpan Kingdom in the Lion Principality. After more than ten years, it was strictly guarded year after year, and the nobles purged it. Strong strength can allow the humble little nobles to live peacefully in this barren desert.
He envied and envied everything that Kant had now, and he was even more eager, if possible, to re-borrow the heritage left by Princess Sophia and gain a new life!
To this end, he shook the reins of his war horse.
Horseshoe steps.
With a smile on his face, he raised his right hand as a gesture of peace and greeting: "Little Kant, if I remember correctly, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Yeah, Uncle Dylan, long time no see."
Kant smiled and nodded.
The attitude is very peaceful, just like in the past.
It's just that the two sides led their troops to the battle, but the atmosphere seemed extremely strange.
Baron Dylan didn't seem to check. Instead, he stroked his beard and greeted with a smile: "You are still so handsome. I don't know how you are doing. How are you doing?"
"Still very good."
Kant shrugged: "I just encountered a little trouble."
"Oh, this is really a pity." Baron Dylan smiled: "I don't know, is there anything I can do to help?" Looking at Kant, he patted his chest: "If it's those jackals, I don't think you need to worry. This time I brought a lot of servants and troops, just to help you get rid of those uncivilized bloody robbers!"
"Thank you very much." Kant nodded again, his tone paused slightly: "It's just that the troubles I encountered recently are not those gnolls, but some other evil guys."
What Kant was talking about was naturally the undead deep in the desert.
But Baron Dylan's face was a little condensed.
He thought he was alluding to himself.
Sweeping the approaching heavy cavalry and infantry phalanx behind Kant, he still suppressed the tyranny in his heart, and coughed lightly: "Maybe the trouble will be resolved soon, I believe in your ability, little Kant."
"Of course, it can be solved." Kant smiled.
Kant was telling the truth.
Baron Dylan and his mercenary group in front of him are really not troublesome.
The real trouble is the creeping undead.
However, after clearing the rocky pass in the south and using the cruelest means to deter the nobles of the Lion Principality, Kant will be able to withdraw his troops and focus on solving the undead invasion in the north.
This is a well-planned strategic approach.
As for how to deal with Baron Dylan and his mercenary group in front of him, Kant didn't take it seriously, just looked at him and nodded slightly: "Uncle Dylan, you directly brought so many servants and soldiers to help me. move."
"But it seems that I am being sentimental."
Baron Dylan laughed dryly: "Maybe you don't need me now, you can hold the territory."
"I can keep it all the time." Kant smiled, and said instead: "Since everyone has come, then don't leave. In fact, there are still many positions in my territory that need help, such as digging salt, and there is a lack of many miners. I think your mercenaries are very suitable, why don't you just stay and follow me."
"You..." Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes, and glanced at Kant's immature face. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak for a while. He just opened his mouth, but his heart beat extremely fast.
Kant is still Kant.
It's just that the positions of the two parties are different.
Baron Dylan squinted his eyes, and he still had a smile on his face: "Little Kant, I... don't understand what you mean, you know, our relationship..."
"Our relationship is very close!"
Kant interrupted him, still with a faint smile on his face: "So, you will help me, won't you?" He said emphatically, "My dear, Uncle Dylan."
But Baron Dylan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
He swallowed slightly.
Cold sweat came out.
Looking at the immature Kant in front of him, the arrogant but respectful Rolf next to him, and the layers of heavy cavalry and infantry behind him, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have misjudged something.
Very serious mistake!
That is…
At present, it seems that Kant, who he thought should be a puppet, is in charge of the overall situation!
No!
Baron Dylan's eyes were filled with panic.
His reason brought him back to his senses quickly, and he looked at Kant's calm face, trembling in his heart.
This is not right!
Now in control...
It is Kant!
This young second son of the duke, just like his father, directly controlled all the rights in a short period of time during the blank period of power transfer!
Including the current command of these troops!
"I…"
Baron Dylan apparently noticed this.
He opened his mouth, and suddenly found that his plan seemed to be completely ridiculous due to the unequal intelligence!
Just when he was about to say something, a fiery red light suddenly burst out behind him. The original vassal knight, taking advantage of the sudden burst of light while the two sides were chatting, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and rushed towards him with the scorching heat in an instant. Kant.
"go to hell!"
The vassal knight opened his eyes sharply, and his figure was extremely fast!
It exploded very suddenly!
"噗—" "噗—"
But he exploded suddenly, beside Kant, the blood-red arrogance exploded even faster!
The two Sarion lion knights were on strict guard. The knight swords at their waists were drawn out of their sheaths in an instant, and they rushed directly to meet the figure of the vassal knight, handing over the soldiers.
"when-"
The blood-red flame turned into a fierce lion.
With a clear sound, the long sword in the hand of the vassal knight was completely broken in two.
And this vassal knight also stopped his bulging figure, and he stood on the spot, but there was a knight sword shining with blood-red flames around his neck, and the lion knight staring at him coldly in front of him.
"explain!"
Rolf scolded coldly.
The other lion knights had already put their hands on the hilts of their swords, and the faint blood-red flames could erupt at any time.
Even behind them, the knights and infantry saw this happening, and they all stopped, looking at this side coldly, as if they were about to charge forward at any time!
"me…"
The vassal knight was sweating coldly.
He didn't expect that in just a short moment, as a great knight, he was easily restrained!
And those two great knights with strange faces also had cold sweat on their faces, and their eyes were full of haze. They never thought that such an accident would happen!
What's more, I didn't expect that there would be so many great knights by Kant's side!
A total of 20 great knights!
This frightened the ordinary knights. For a while, they stood behind Baron Dylan, staring at everything in front of them, their legs felt weak.
"explain…"
Baron Dylan was still beating the drums in his heart, in fact his temples were dripping with cold sweat.
Looking at the pleading eyes of the vassal knight, their plan had already taken into account that if the assassination failed, Baron Dylan would be in charge, temporarily covering up the matter.
After all, at the time, they thought they had the advantage.
Even if the puppet Kant is killed, not only will nothing happen, maybe Baron Dylan can replace him.
It's just that things are impermanent.
It is even more unpredictable!
The puppet that Baron Dylan expected was not only a puppet, but also a real big devil, a terrifying demon hiding his strength behind his back, which made him fall into it.
Just wanted to stop this plan, but it was already too late.
"this matter…"
Baron Dylan's hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist.
Looking at Kant, he turned his head and looked at the vassal knight again, a hideous look appeared in his eyes, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and instantly cut through the throat of his friend, the loyal great knight.
Blood lines appear.
The long sword sliced across the fragile throat.
Baron Dylan's face became serious, and he said solemnly: "Attempting to assassinate Baron Kant is a death penalty!"
(end of this chapter)