Ainphent had shamelessly asked Salin for a Green Spirit gem because he had nothing else to exchange. The most representative type of gem for sealing was obsidian. There were too few Green Spirits, and not everyone had the chance to buy one. Salin had obtained quite a number of Green Spirits in the Chaos Swamp. Although the quality wasn't good, it was still much better than obsidian.
Ainphent's true reliance was the powerful undead he had sealed in advance.
He was already a fifth-rank necromancer, so summoning fourth-rank undead was no problem at all. Among fourth-rank undead, the bronze zombies were the most suitable for killing on the battlefield, just like the dark knights. Speaking of which, bronze zombies were considered outsiders in the Undead Plane, but they had all the attributes of undead and could be summoned by necromancers.
These bronze zombies were as hard as metal. They didn't need any weapons and could spit corpse poison. Other zombies were slightly slower, but bronze zombies could leap as if they were flying, even if they weren't violent.
Ainphent had summoned a bronze zombie almost every month for the past year and sealed it in the Green Spirit gem. If the sealing gem was obsidian, then the zombie would have lost most of its strength in a year. Only the Green Spirit could allow it to survive, replenish its energy, and recover from its injuries.
In a year's time, Ainphent had summoned twelve bronze zombies. These twelve bronze zombies were much stronger than the twelve fourth-rank magical beasts on the battlefield. Zombies had intelligence and could cooperate with necromancers. They weren't afraid of death or injury. A bronze zombie could face a fifth-rank magical beast alone and not be at a disadvantage.
Although plant undead were strong, at Ainphent's current level, he couldn't move them at all. They could only kill enemies where they stood, and their attack radius was less than a hundred meters. The twelve bronze zombies immediately pounced on the bandits that had entered the camp. Following behind the bronze zombies were the servants of the Clyde Family.
These servants wore half-body armor and held sharp blades. Wherever the bronze zombies passed, no bandits were spared. The bandits who were scratched by the zombie's nails immediately felt numb, and the servants behind them pounced on them in a flurry of blades. Occasionally, there were bandits that escaped, but they were quickly dismembered by the servants.
The trusted servants of nobles ate better than commoners, and were the most reliable fighting force of the nobles in battle.
Trish retreated to the door of the barracks. After releasing the scroll, his mission was complete. Now, as long as no assassins approached, his battle was basically over.
Trish knew that with Salin's battle prowess, unless it was an assassin like Byrne, no one would be able to pose a threat to him. An Assassin's instantaneous attack was powerful, but if he was stalled, Salin's magic could kill an Assassin of any level.
In essence, assassins and mages were the same. They both had low defense and high attack power.
In the living quarters, Salin was relieved when he heard the sounds of fighting. He smiled at Sharman and said: "Ainphent took care of the enemy's heavy cavalry, we're not in danger anymore"
Only then did Sharman relax. She was most worried about the heavy cavalry. Normal heavy cavalry were limited by their equipment and could not run long distances. However, these heavy cavalry were riding Armored Lizards, which could run more than a hundred miles. If they were warhorses, they would be considered elites among elites if they could carry a fully-armored heavy cavalry for a mile.
Any caravan that encountered these bandits would be annihilated.
"How about it? Work with me." Salin's tone was not like that of a mage at all. He also knew that with Sharman's personality, it was most likely hopeless to talk to her like a mage.
As expected, Sharman was in a good mood. She nodded and said: "Brother Salin, I can work with you, but I'm not sure I can convince my sister."
"Hey, she'll think it through." Although Rex was a bigger backer, under Rex's command, he would still be restricted by Holy Rock City, at least for a year or two. Before that, Rex would not recruit anyone, lest Holy Rock City secretly instigated these people to betray him. His Metatlin City was different. Lianyun City's tentative attack was destroyed by his people, so Holy Rock City would not attack his people in the short term.
Baroness Guya was definitely a smart person. As long as he cleared the trade route this time, and Rex did not fight for control of Phoenix, she would definitely choose to follow him.
As for whether anyone wanted to take over Metatlin City, Salin was not worried at all. With the three lords in charge, unless someone like Faka appeared, it would be courting death. Three level-8 undead could solve most internal problems.
"Brother Salin, do I have to call you Sir or Lord in the future?" Sharman looked innocent, but Salin would not be fooled. He replied: "If you want to lead troops, you have to call me Lord. If you want to be in politics, you have to call me Sir. If you're willing to be a noble of the Metatlin Family, it doesn't matter what you call me.
"Become a noble of the Metatlin Family? I don't know yet … "
"The Metatlin Family ruled 150 counties in the north of the continent during the Fourth Dynasty. They had the right to confer titles to dukes. Above dukes are grand dukes, but the royal family can give orders to the grand dukes. "
"I understand. The royal family is slightly lower than the royal family, but higher than the grand dukes?"
"It's not a title. Even if the direct descendants of the royal family die, they still have legal inheritance. In other words, like the royal family, the royal family also has a noble bloodline and a secret inheritance. "
Sharman was silent for a moment. "Grand dukes can be conferred, but the royal family cannot. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes, the royal family becomes a royal family because they have innate abilities. Grand dukes, on the other hand, can be conferred by the emperor and form a duchy. As for dukes, as long as you make contributions, anyone can become a duke. "
Salin was now fabricating without any burden, because the ability he had now was indeed something no one else could obtain. The secret technique of controlling lightning would definitely allow the Metatlin family name to gain recognition.
His descendants would find it much easier to cultivate this skill than others. This was the inheritance that mages spoke of. As for whether this bloodline was noble, that was a lie to the commoners. Salin himself was not a child beggar. Everything he had today was brought about by his ability.
"Haha!" Sharman knocked the scabbard of her dagger on the table and laughed. She seemed a little manic as she said, "Brother Salin, I want to be your noble. I want to be the world's first archduchess, the Grand Duchess of Roland!"
As Sharman spoke, she danced with joy, almost sending the teacup in front of her flying.
Salin was amused. There had already been empresses in this world, but there really hadn't been a grand duchess. However, Sharman wanted to become a grand duchess. Not only could she follow Salin, but she also had to lead an army into battle and kill countless people. Wasn't it too evil for her to do this? She was still a child.
Seeing Salin's strange gaze, Sharman blushed and sat down. "I'll pay attention to etiquette, don't worry, I've learned it since I was young," she said.
"Very well, after Daqin, we'll split up on the east-west road. You hire a group of mercenaries to bring the goods to the destination, then you return to Baron Guya's fief and try to bring as many people as possible back to Metatlin."
"Brother Salin, that dimensional stone …"
"My teacher gave it to me, I can't give it to you. The value of that dimensional stone is higher than all the goods you'll transport. "
Sharman stuck out her tongue, but didn't act coquettishly. She knew her position very well, and that it was somewhat unreliable to talk to a mage about this. Magic equipment couldn't be given away casually, especially equipment that couldn't be replaced. Mages would never sell it.
The battle in the camp was nearing its end. Nearly a thousand people had rushed into the camp. At the beginning, more than four hundred were killed by magic and berserk corpse soldiers, while the later five hundred were killed by bronze zombies and the caravan guards.
The guards and servants of the caravan suffered some losses — more than forty people had died, and even more were injured. However, with the help of a mage, they were all treated.
The five hundred bandits and five leaders were all assassinated by Sharman's aunt. Sue led Ainphent's bodyguards out of the gap in the camp and killed the bandits behind them. The level-six mage among the bandits saw the appearance of the silver sword saint and knew that things were out of control, so he simply didn't take action and left with his trusted aides.
This was where Ainphent was shrewd. With Sue around, the enemy mages definitely wouldn't take the risk to kill his bodyguards. Instead, more than forty soldiers in the camp had died.
If a silver sword saint and fifty swordsmen couldn't even disperse a group of bandits who were only at the level of swordsmen, then it would be too outrageous.
The bandits lost more than a thousand people, and the caravan lost less than a hundred people, including the servants. Ainphent was very relieved. Those undead demon wolves didn't need to be sent to the battlefield anymore.
The bandits originally had other goals, and they lost a large number of elites in this camp. The leading bandits were extremely regretful. However, now that there was no level-six mage and the elites of the Black Dragon King Bandits, they were no longer in the mood to attack the camp.
Seeing that the bandits had retreated, Sue didn't chase after them. Instead, he led Ainphent's men back to the camp. Ainphent's men were completely convinced of Sue's strength. Under Sue's leadership, the fifty people killed in and out of the bandits. Although they were all injured, none of them died.
With a level-five mage in the caravan, injuries weren't dangerous at all.
Seeing that the bandits had retreated, Ainphent didn't relax either. He even let the undead plants block the camp gate to prevent the bandits from coming back. Sue returned to Salin's barracks alone and reported the situation.
"Master, you're right. The enemy has retreated. However, Ainphent didn't chase after them. "
Ainphent happened to come in at this moment. Hearing Sue's words, his face was a little hot.
"Forget it. Ainphent doesn't have any cavalry, so he can't catch up with the bandits' cavalry." Salin explained for Ainphent. Although Ainphent's bodyguards were all riding horses, they couldn't be considered cavalry. On horseback, these bodyguards' combat strength was lower than on foot.
For example, in Rex's swordsman camp, only two of the flag regiments were real cavalry, but all the infantrymen had warhorses. Letting infantrymen fight on horseback was a very stupid move. Salin originally thought that these bandits wouldn't stop until they were dead. He didn't expect that after more than a thousand people were killed, they would actually run away.
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