arcane emperor

Chapter 13 Doom Comes
The reason why the Netheril Empire was able to grow and expand tenaciously under the double attack of barbarians and orcs was that it vigorously developed and cultivated arcanists.

Of course, an arcanist succeeds and an arcanist fails!

When the armed forces of an empire begin to go to extremes, huge hidden dangers and drawbacks will inevitably arise.

The butler Ralph suppressed his excitement and shouted loudly:

"You should be thankful that the lord is here to take charge. These aberrant monsters are just lambs to be slaughtered."

"Similarly, you must not be careless because of this, and do not let the lord take action in everything."

"You should play your due role and be worthy of every harvest and reward..."

Angela, who took out a large piece of flesh and blood essence with her own hands, hurried back, bit her lip and lowered her head slightly, with a little uneasiness on her face under the silver-white mask.

Unexpectedly, Matthew gently patted her shoulder and comforted her with a gentle voice:

"Don't worry, with my support, you can fully display your talents."

The young girl knight, who had never experienced such treatment, had the urge to "die for a confidant."

She nodded solemnly, saluted again, and loudly began to direct the soldiers to clean the battlefield and continue their journey as quickly as possible.

Looking at the empty mana, Matthew recalled the real-time reminder of the abnormal crocodile's health, looked at the accumulated experience value of 800 and the skill value of 4 points, and laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart.

"Sure enough, it is very necessary to recruit a lot of thugs..."

"Taking action at a critical moment can not only establish prestige, but also confidently grab the head."

After dealing with the large wave of aberrant monsters, their numbers became sparse again.

The soldiers were able to relax slightly.

Angela directed the soldiers to take turns to rest.

It also allows soldiers who have never participated in combat to cooperate with each other and try to kill some aberrant creatures to improve their combat experience and hone their combat skills.

Angela did this to avoid a crisis later, where soldiers who had never fought in actual combat would make mistakes due to fear or unstable performance.

Where did the veterans come from?

Trained as a recruit!
Matthew saw it more clearly here. Of the original 20 soldiers, only half were professional warriors, and only Old John and Captain Sean had reached level 3.

After several hours of fighting, four more people stepped into the way of warriors and became level 4 professionals.

The strength of other soldiers has also improved to a greater or lesser extent.

Lyon, whom Matthew is most concerned about, is growing very fast.

In just over an hour, he learned basic swordsmanship LV1 from old John Hannah. The White Wolf swordsmanship also made great progress, heading towards LV2.

Matthew was inexplicably amazed by such an astonishing growth rate.

Sure enough, the more turbulent the era, the greater the probability of heroes appearing.

Is this the old order being broken, giving others greater opportunities?

Or is it the world itself, aware of the impending danger, and its efforts and resistance?
Matthew, who did not take action again, was happy to enjoy the gifts brought by everyone's battle.

30 experience points is not too much, but 10 experience points is not too little!

Matthew's accumulated experience points were approaching 900 before he knew it.

At this time, the old butler Ralph on the side looked at the flesh and blood essence in the enchantment box, made a simple calculation, and then leaned into the ear of the lord with a guilty conscience and muttered:

"Of the 3000 gold coins provided by the family, 2500 were used to purchase various supplies. Of the remaining 500 gold coins, 230 gold coins have been distributed..."

The smile under the mask suddenly froze, and Matthew felt as if he had just entered the game for the first time.

Sure enough, no matter what world we are in, money is absolutely indispensable!

However, although the money is spent quickly, it is not without rewards.

The soldiers were very high-spirited and were almost subdued by Matthew.

Judging from the awed looks they gave him from time to time, it was basically impossible to escape his control.

Matthew felt that the money was quite cost-effective. A few hundred gold coins could establish the image of a majestic, powerful, and true-to-his-word lord.

A very good deal!

Of course, the butler Ralph also needs to be "comforted".

His strength may not be very strong, but his management ability is quite outstanding, and he is also a talent that can be used with confidence. Matthew said softly and patiently:
"It doesn't matter, just feel free to spend. If the gold coins are not enough, you can exchange them for some sophisticated weapons at a discount." "As soon as I return to the territory, I will process these flesh and blood essences and refine them into life potions and enchanted weapons."

"As long as we can find a way to sell it, we can immediately exchange it for a large amount of gold coins and resources."

"Judging from the materials we have now, earning 1000 gold coins is not a problem at all. It will be at least three times the profit."

The butler Ralph, who had taken another reassurance, nodded in agreement and continued to exchange gold coins for the soldiers, record their merits, and maintain everyone's morale.

Deep in his heart, he was thinking about Matthew's shocking spell-casting ability just now.

Thinking about Matthew's outstanding actions today, he immediately realized that the Lord might be hiding a trump card that even he didn't know about.

This actually made the butler Ralph even more relieved!

The blood-colored moon in the sky has turned scarlet, with no trace of white remaining.

Looking around, the whole world is shrouded in the bloody moonlight, becoming a little twisted and terrifying.

2/3 of the journey has been completed and the team is about to leave the misty swamp.

A dense and noisy sound gradually came from the distance.

At first, there was just a slight crackling sound, and everyone thought it was the chirping of insects, birds, or the roar of a distorted monster.

But soon, when the thick black shadows came densely, Old John, who was exploring the way, shouted sharply:
"A large number of enemies are found ahead!"

Leon looked at the blood-red figures and felt a little nervous, and his breathing under the mask began to become a little heavier.

Old John patted him on the shoulder and said in a firm tone:

"Don't panic. Only by calming down can you solve the danger and kill the enemy."

"The more reckless you are, the greater the chance of death..."

Adjusting his breathing and forcing himself to calm down, Leon looked at Old John gratefully, putting aside distracting thoughts and focusing on the enemy in the distance.

"Stop moving forward!"

Angela took out the monocular and saw hundreds of deformed fish-men through the mist that was just as indifferent as a veil.

Angela's expression changed, and she remembered Matthew's comfort again. She quickly suppressed her emotions and commanded calmly:

"Pull all the carriages over, with their tails facing outward and the horses facing inward, forming a circle."

"Each group of three soldiers took down the long wooden shield from the No. 7 truck, supported it, and raised the shield to block the gap."

"The trained militiamen came out, took out the spears from the No. 10 truck, assisted the soldiers holding shields, and sealed all the gaps."

"John and Sean, you are responsible for leading the 1st and 2nd platoon spearmen respectively, arranging fixed positions for them, and teaching them how to exert force..."

"Those who can use bows and arrows stand up. You stand on the delivery truck and shoot at the larger aberrant murlocs from above."

"Attention, you must aim before shooting. You must hit the head to have an effect. Otherwise, it will just be a waste of energy and arrows..."

"The cart driver of Team 9 took out the fuel cans from Truck No. 9 and placed them evenly around them."

"Take out more shields, dig a trench outside the convoy as quickly as possible, and then block the shields."

"Others also picked up spears, and be careful that the aberrant murlocs will get in under the gap in the carriage and stab them in the head hard."

"..."

Angela's speaking speed and commanding orders became faster and faster, and the butler Ralph also joined in to assist in the arrangements.

Silently touching the tip of his nose, Matthew looked at the swarming distorted fish-men and felt an inexplicable strangeness and relief.

"I knew bad luck wouldn't be so easy to eliminate..."

"If we hadn't dealt with the two giant aberrant crocodiles just now, and instead abandoned all the supplies and fled forward, we would most likely have been caught between the aberrant fish and the giant aberrant crocodile!"

"Sure enough, the more you escape, the greater the danger will become until there is no escape or avoidance!"

After looking at the attribute panel, Matthew stood up under everyone's gaze, rubbed his staff, and looked calmly into the distance. His calm and calm aura made the soldiers feel heartbroken.

Don't look at me, I can only give you this kind of help for now!
　Prepare to try to save thousands.

　　Seek collection, seek follow-up

　　
　
(End of this chapter)