Lord Chronicle

Chapter 137 Zegel's Secret
Sol then said to Irfan: "Don't worry, Patriarch, you don't have to fight the orcs at all. After the consumption of civil strife, the orcs have been greatly weakened, and now their main army is near Broken Sword Gorge, and the country is empty. , so as long as you make a gesture of pressing down on the border, they will automatically withdraw."

As he spoke, he added: "To thank you for your help, we, Dinar, will provide you with all the materials you need for the war, and will continue to provide funding in the future. This is the list of the first batch of materials."

Sol said and handed over a list, and Irfan took it and looked at it, and he was quite moved by the large number of weapons.The frozen plateau lacks materials, especially medicines and sophisticated weapons, and a large amount of money is needed after the city is built. If they can continue to receive funding from Dinar, they will not be in danger of shortage of materials.

Thinking of this, Irfan was greatly moved.If the goal can be achieved by just showing off, why not do it so that we can not only get Dinar's aid materials, but also return Sol's favor?

But after all, this matter is of great importance. Irfan thought about it and hesitated: "But what if the orcs really start attacking us regardless of everything?"

Sol waved his hand and said: "This possibility is very low. The reason why the orcs attacked Broken Sword Gorge Fortress was because of the richness of the royal capital behind it. The frozen plateau is just a barren land for them. In this There is no benefit at all in attacking at the expense of troops. Also, don’t forget that the rebellious Verona is still eyeing, I don’t believe that the current Beast King will do such a risky thing.”

As he said that, he smiled slightly: "Even if there is a real fight, with the existence of Xueyuan City, can the orcs still roam the frozen plateau unscrupulously like before? With the supplies we provide continuously, you just need to hold on to the snowfield In the end, the orcs will only be trapped to death, starved to death, frozen to death, and have a way to retreat."

What he said made Irfan's eyes brighten. The Snowfield City stood firmly in the center of the frozen plateau. If the orcs wanted to enter and exit here in the future, they would definitely not be able to bypass this nail.For them who are completely unadapted to the climate of the ice field, as long as they cannot attack the Snowfield City, once they go deep into the center of the frozen plateau, they may face the danger of being cut off from the rear and their supply cut off, and in the end they will only be defeated.

It would be a good thing if he could take this opportunity to teach the arrogant orc a lesson.This will not only make the orcs fearful, but also bring together the various barbarian tribes scattered on the snowfield.This is definitely a good opportunity for Irfan, who has always dreamed of building a nation.

Seeing Irfan's expression, Thor knew it was time to use his trump card.He said slowly: "In addition, in order to thank you for your assistance, our king will seek help from you in the name of asking for help from neighboring countries. This is an official document written by His Majesty Robert to you, please read it."

If those material conditions only moved Irfan's heart, then Sol's words made him extremely excited.Taking Robert's document with a trembling hand, he said in disbelief: "Master Saul, you, are you telling the truth?"

Sol nodded solemnly: "This is a matter of great importance to the dignity of the two countries, and I dare not lie."

Hearing that Saul had begun to use "two countries" to refer to each other, all the officials next to him looked ugly.However, this was something Robert had already promised, and despite all their reluctance, they could only say nothing.

Saul said that, it means that Dinar has admitted that the tribes on the frozen plateau are already an independent country, which is really important to the barbarians.

It can be said that this letter of pleading for help written by Robert in the name of the leading country is the "official document" for the founding of the country by the barbarians.In the future, if anyone dares to question this, they can confidently take out this document: See, even the historic Kingdom of Dinar has recognized us as one country, so what else can you say?

This is definitely not the same as unilaterally declaring the founding of a country but not being recognized by other countries.As Saul assured Robert, it was this condition that really hit the barbarian's weakness.

It's no wonder why Irfan was trembling with excitement. Sol said in a timely manner: "After Dinar wins this war, our two countries can start to send envoys to each other and conduct trade. I think, in At your founding ceremony, His Majesty the King will not hesitate to send some nobles to attend."

This is Sol at the mouth of Hukua, but at that time, out of the dignity of the country, Robert can only let nature take its course.Moreover, as Jessica said, once the barbarians establish a country, whether it is economics, politics or culture, they will be attached to Dinard for a long time. For Robert, why not do this?

These words finally completely moved Irfan.After looking at the document in his hand again and again, he treasured it and put it in his arms, then stretched out his hand to Sol: "Please rest assured, we will do whatever it takes to keep the orcs from disturbing your country's borders. "

"Thank you." Saul immediately reached out to shake hands with him.

After taking a deep look at him, Irfan lowered his voice and said, "No, we should be the ones who thank you. We will never be able to repay the kindness Lord Saul has given to the frozen plateau."

Knowing that Irrfan had figured out his role in this matter, Thor smiled heartily.

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"Drink, hahaha..."

That night, a grand open-air banquet was held in Xueyuan City.When the news spread that King Dinar asked for help in the name of neighboring countries, all the barbarians were boiling.

A huge bonfire was ignited in the open space in the center of the city, and wild barbarians danced and laughed around the fire, gulping down fine wine, and some were eagerly wiping the weapons they had just obtained. The atmosphere was extremely warm.

However, in one corner of the field, there was a completely different coldness from the surrounding atmosphere.The officials and knights from the capital looked at the laughing barbarians indifferently, with deep disgust in their eyes.

It was a great insult to them to admit that these savages were their equals.It was only because of the situation that they came to the country of these savages, so how could they really have a carnival with them?
Therefore, everyone just sat quietly in the corner, watching with cold eyes, out of tune with the lively atmosphere around them.

Sol naturally didn't care about these things, and was mingling with Irfan and other barbarian elders at the moment.Just now, Irfan signed an agreement with Reid to expand the trade volume, promising to increase the import of Lowell coal and provide more special products.And Thor also promised to appoint a few dwarves to help them build the city.

Just when Sol and the elders toasted frequently, and were about to call each other brothers, a sudden sound of broken objects resounded throughout the audience, and the laughter immediately quieted down.

Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, which was where Dinar and his gang were.At this moment a barbarian warrior stood bewildered in front of a seated knight with a broken goblet at his feet.

"What's going on?" Sol and Irfan looked at each other, got up and walked over.

After asking for a while, Sol finally understood.It turned out that the barbarian warrior saw that the place was deserted, so he enthusiastically came over to toast the knight, but the knight unceremoniously knocked down the wine glass in his hand.

"Tavia, why are you doing this?" Thor recognized that this person was the captain of the knight guard, Tavia.

Tavia looked up at the barbarians arrogantly and said, "I don't want to drink wine from these people."

The barbarians around exploded with a bang, and many people showed anger at Tavia's blatant contempt.However, they also understand that these people are important guests, so they just put their anger on their faces.

"Igna, come back." Irfan also knew that this was not the time to start a dispute, he greeted the barbarian warrior.

"Wait." Sol said suddenly.

He knew that if the arrogance of these self-proclaimed "civilized people" was not changed, there would definitely be an even more unmanageable situation in the future.

"Tavia, apologize to him." Saul said seriously.

Tavia just glanced at Igna, then lowered her eyelids without saying anything.

"It's just that this savage is overthinking himself. Why do we have to apologize?" An official said in a strange way, and his words immediately caused a burst of mocking laughter.

This was already a blatant insult, and even Irfan's expression changed.

"Tavia, you are deliberately provoking a diplomatic dispute. Let me say it again, I apologize." Saul said word by word.

After all, Sol is the officer, Tavia hesitated, stood up from the ground, but said stubbornly: "Master Marquis, I refuse, because I think I did nothing wrong."

"Master Saul, this is just a small accident, please don't take it to heart." Irfan also said.But it can be seen that he is just trying to endure for the overall situation.

However, Saul knew that an explanation must be given to the barbarian today, and a lesson must also be taught to Tavia.We must let them understand that whether it is for themselves or for Dinar, they must learn to respect these people in front of them.

"You didn't do anything wrong, did you? That's okay..." Sol smiled slightly: "You are all fighters, since this is the case, why not use what you are good at to solve it."

As he spoke, he slapped the scabbard on Tavia's waist: "If you lose, please apologize to me."

"Master Marquis, how can you help these barbarians..." an official couldn't help but said.

Sol interrupted him unceremoniously: "Don't forget, we are here to ask these people for help this time. If they anger the other party and they refuse to contain the orcs, who will be responsible for the consequences?"

As soon as these words came out, the dissatisfied officials and knights immediately shut up.Tavia glanced at Igna and nodded proudly: "Okay, I accept."

Irfan understood Thor's intention and hesitated for a moment before he nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the knights from Dinar were about to compete with his own people, the barbarians around immediately cheered excitedly.Soon, an open space was cleared on the field, and the onlookers stood in a large circle around it.

Sol also backed away, and when passing by Igna, he whispered: "You're welcome, remember, if you want them to respect you obediently, speak with strength."

Igna was startled, Saul had already walked away, and he nodded thoughtfully.

Tavia walked slowly to the opposite of Igna, pulled out his sword with a clang, and said proudly, "Let's do it."

As the elite of the Royal Knights, Tavia has always been conceited.To him, the savages in front of him were big but fools who only knew how to use brute force, and he had no doubt that he would win the final victory.

Igna used the spear sent by Sol. The four-meter-long thick spear matched his figure very well, making him look even more majestic.

Remembering what Saul said, Igna nodded, and rushed over with a loud shout.He swung the spear, and instead of stabbing straight with the tip of the spear, he swept towards Tavia like a huge wooden stick.

There is no doubt about the great strength of the barbarians, and even the tauren, the king of melee combat of the orcs, have to stay away. Besides, they are not what Tavia thinks, they are a group of barbarians who only know how to use brute force.

Hearing the huge wind whistling caused by the waving of the spear, Tavia was taken aback, and only then did he realize that he had underestimated the other party.Not daring to block the blow head-on, he had no choice but to retreat.

However, he forgot that his opponent was not an ordinary person, but a giant with a height of more than two meters and a long hair more than four meters long.And this is not an ordinary grass field, but a snow field with thick snow.

So he couldn't dodge it at all, and was caught up by Igna's spear after retreating halfway, and then the huge spear body slammed on Tavia's sword.

Feeling like being hit by an angry ground rhino, Tavia couldn't help being thrown away and fell to the ground hard.Before he got up, a cold spear tip touched his neck.

All the officials and knights were stunned. They couldn't believe that Tavia was completely defeated without holding on to a single move.

Only Sol knew that this was an inevitable result. When these barbarians fought, even the orcs did not dare to stand up to them. No matter how powerful the human warriors were, could they be stronger than the orcs?
Although Igna only relies on his own height and brute strength, there is a saying that "one strength can reduce ten meetings", unless the strength gap between the two sides is too large, any swordsmanship will be useless in front of their terrifying strength.

"Oh!" All the savages cheered, and the whole field was boiling.

Seeing Tavia, who was still sitting there with a pale face surrounded by officials and subordinates, Sol laughed out loud.

He had never been so smug like this moment.

Felino, if the orc matter is your challenge, then let's see who can have the last laugh.

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At the same moment, the distant Zegel Mountains.

The vast mountains are shrouded in the shadow of night, and the stretching mountains are pitch black and silent, only the occasional screams of night owls show that there is still life here.

Despite the luxuriant forests, the entire Zegel Mountain Range has a dead air that does not match its appearance.For hundreds of years, no outsider dared to set foot here easily, because here is the headquarters of the legendary Necromancer Guild.

At this time, in a smoky valley deep in the mountains, a faint light suddenly appeared in the place where the fog was thickest.As the light spot gradually expands, the thick mist is separated like a curtain, revealing a strange circle surrounded by water patterns inside, like a door opening.

If there are magicians here, they can recognize that these thick fogs are the barriers used by the Necromancer Guild to isolate them from the outside world.Obviously, someone is now using magic to forcibly penetrate this barrier, entering and exiting the territory of the mysterious necromancer.

Sure enough, as hazy shadows appeared inside the circle, four people soon walked out of it.After they walked out, the strange circle gradually shrank, and finally disappeared in the mist.

At the same time, silently, three more people appeared from the hidden places around the valley and greeted each other.

They are not necromancers, these people still maintain the faces of normal people. Although they are wearing mage robes, they are not the gray that necromancers are accustomed to wearing, but white and black. See the sign for the Wizards Guild.

"How is it?" a white-robed mage who came forward whispered.

A magician who came out of the mist seemed very excited: "It's very unexpected, they actually researched that kind of thing."

"Have you got it?" the white-robed mage asked anxiously.

The magician shook his head: "I can't get it, I have to go back and report to the guild first."

As he spoke, he glanced at someone behind him appreciatively: "As expected of Mr. Albert's son, although Walsa performed this kind of mission for the first time, he performed very well. You will definitely be able to advance to a higher level when you go back Magician."

The person praised by him smiled and nodded, and it was Walsa impressively.Could it be that the task he said the guild gave him was to come to the Necromancer Guild to investigate?
The white-robed sorcerer was about to speak, when a night owl's howl suddenly came from above his head.He looked around vigilantly: "This is not a place to talk, let's leave first."

A group of people nodded, and then quietly went out to the valley.All the way there was silence, save for the rustling of their robes as they dragged across the ground.

The seven of them quickly left the valley and entered the vast mountains outside.Although they are senior mages of the Mage Guild, since this place is still in the center of the Necromancer Guild, everyone's faces are unavoidably nervous.

However, the situation still happened. When passing through a wilderness, a mage sank his feet and stepped into a pit. At the same time, there was a crisp cracking sound from under the pit, which was extremely harsh in the silent wilderness.

In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.The leading white-robed mage let out a low voice: "Oops!"

Almost at the same time, before the magician who stepped into the pit had time to pull out his feet, a pair of bony hands stretched out from under his feet grabbed his ankles.As the ground around the crowd began to protrude small pockets, as the soil layer cracked, a large number of skeletons crawled out of the ground like bamboo shoots after rain.

In the center of the Zeger Mountains, there are a large number of such skeleton soldiers.Usually they bury themselves silently under the soil, like ant lions waiting for their prey to pass by.As long as someone accidentally steps into the pit where they hide, these skeletons will emerge, transforming the terrified prey into their own kind.

The magicians knew that once these skeletons were triggered, the necromancer must also be alarmed.You must leave here immediately, or no one will leave alive.

A magic arrow shattered the bone claw that grabbed the magician's ankle, and the white-robed mage said anxiously: "Hurry up and set up a disturbance barrier, Walsa, you and Yuri clean up the surrounding area!"

The three magicians squatted down quickly and began to skillfully set up a magic barrier.It's useless to just run here, you must use the interference barrier to disrupt the undead's pursuit of the breath of the living, in order to have a chance of survival.

At the same time, Walsa and the magician named Yuri began to attack all around, blowing up the surrounding skeleton soldiers to pieces, and for a while, the wilderness was full of flames and loud noises.

After a while, a magician who arranged the enchantment said loudly: "Okay, hurry up, everyone..."

However, he didn't say a word, and a claw made of pure black breath suddenly appeared in front of him, strangling his neck.The magician yelled a few times, his face quickly turned blue, and he just fell to the ground and died.

"Death's Claw? Is it...impossible? The information clearly says that all the liches have left the Necromancer Guild." The white-robed mage's face changed suddenly.

Before the words were finished, more than a dozen necromancers in tattered gray robes walked out of the surrounding darkness silently.There was no expression on their stiff faces, the scarlet soul fires flickered in their eye holes, and a chilly undead breath gradually permeated.

At the same time, a red shadow slowly floated over everyone's heads like weightless, it was the lich in the red magic robe.Looking down at the mages below, he said with a cold smile: "Magicians Guild, have you finally noticed us? It's a pity that none of you will leave today."

Before he finished speaking, a beam of white holy light suddenly hit him, and at the same time the white-robed mage shouted: "Attack, get out of here!"

The battle began very quickly, various schools of magic and necromantic spells were intertwined in the air, and the light curtains of barriers flashed violently. However, it was destined to be a battle without suspense from the beginning.

This is the territory of necromancers, and the number of opponents far exceeds that of magicians, and more importantly, there is a lich!The highest existence among necromancers is completely invincible to them.

Soon, several magicians were killed at the hands of the lich, and the remaining people could only gather in one place, struggling to support themselves under the protection of the white-robed mage's holy pattern enchantment.

Outside the barrier, necromancers and liches launched a frenzied attack on the barrier, and the white-robed mage's expression became more and more troubled, obviously he couldn't last much longer.

"I have to find a way to send a person away. I must report the news I heard in the Necromancer Guild." A magician said.

The white-robed mage nodded, scanned around slowly, and finally fixed his eyes on Walsa: "Wolsa, I will strengthen the power of the holy pattern barrier later, you take this opportunity to leave quickly."

"Teacher Blause, I..." Walsa hesitated to speak.

The white-robed mage named Blause smiled slightly at him: "You are still young, you shouldn't die here, and I still owe your father a favor. Remember, this news must be reported to the guild...go!"

As he said that, a burst of blazing white light suddenly erupted from the holy pattern barrier covering everyone, and almost even the entire night sky was reflected in white.Under the white light, the skeleton soldiers melted and dissipated like snowmen, the necromancers screamed and fled in all directions, and even the lich had to avoid them temporarily.

in a few minutes...

"Lord Adela, those people are all dead, but there seems to be one body missing." A necromancer said to the Lich.

The lich named Adela said in an emotionless voice: "Catch up, and we must find out those who escaped."

"Yes." Respectfully, several necromancers retreated quietly.

"Hmph, the Guild of Magicians!" Adela's soul flame jumped fiercely: "When we find that thing in Kajirido, it will be the day of your downfall!"

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half a month later...

"Oh!" Walsa's feet were weak, he fell to the ground, and then rolled down the hillside.

It has been many days since he escaped from the Zegel Mountains, and at some point, several necromancers chased after him.After all, Walsa was too young. Although he tried many methods, he still couldn't get rid of the opponent. In the end, he was forced to flee into the territory of Dinar, unable to return to Bamuk.

A few necromancers followed behind him, which caused great psychological pressure on him. After all, you don't know when these elusive guys will jump out and give you a fatal blow.In addition, Dinar is now in a state of chaos, and he can't ask the lords everywhere for help. As a result, after half a month, he is almost on the verge of collapse.

Walsa lay sprawled on the grass beside the road, panting heavily.He could no longer tell where he had fled to, so he could only continue to run in a daze, until he got rid of the opponent, or was caught up when he was exhausted.

Moving his head with difficulty, Walsa noticed a road sign standing beside the road.When his eyes glanced casually over the street signs, he sat up abruptly.

On the road sign, it was marked: "Left, Lowell collar."

Lovell?Walsar smiled abruptly.He struggled to get up, stumbled and ran towards the direction indicated by the road sign.

When I get there, I must have a good sleep with Jessica in my arms, and then let little Marlene feed me a hearty meal.As for other things, let that guy Saul worry about it.

Lovell, here I come...

(End of this chapter)