PS: I have something to do today, so I'm updating early.
Alfred Frey did not leave Laing's castle immediately. As Laing's vassal, he had to visit Suria in addition to Laing.
Of course, compared to the easy-going Laing, Queen Suria was much more difficult to deal with. This was because Suria and Alfred Frey's friendship was limited. Alfred Frey had to report in detail the strength of his expedition, the arrangement of his territory, and who to look for when there was a problem.
There was no way to fool her. Alfred Frey took the pre-written report and went to the office to look for Suria.
In the end, whether it was good luck or bad luck, when the Patriarch arrived at the office, the Lady of the Lake was also there. The Lady of the Lake was holding hands with Suria and laughing. When she saw Alfred Frey, she smiled and said, "Alfred, you're here. Are you going on an expedition too?"
"Uh, yes." Alfred Frey was very embarrassed. He did not know whether to kneel or stand.
Fortunately, the Lady of the Lake did not make it difficult for him. She only asked him to report the size of the expedition.
Alfred Frey's expedition was quite large. After all, it was Archbishop Vicmar's conscription. He took all the elites and most of the fresh troops in his territory.
Including Alfred Frey, fifteen Paladins, twelve Hospitallers.
Six Battle Priests.
Twenty-two Great Swordsmen.
A team of Halberds, a team of Sword and Shield Soldiers, and a team of Crossbowmen.
Two teams of Paladins and two teams of Whip Ascetics.
And a small number of troops.
With a company of 90-120 people, Alfred Frey had to send more than 800 people this time. This was already considered the best.
After that, Alfred Frey clearly felt that Queen Suria was a little unhappy. After all, Alfred's army was Brittany's army to a certain extent. However, the Lady of the Lake did not care. The Lady of the Lake tidied her skirt and nodded indifferently. "Well then, have a safe journey!"
"Yes!" Alfred nodded quickly and left as if he had been granted amnesty.
The Patriarch did not delay any longer. After the report was completed, he did his best to gather the troops quickly and embarked on the road to Brunswick.
The army set off from Musillon and advanced along the Grismorie River. They passed through the Principality of Gisoleiox and entered the Principality of Montfort. Alfred Frey was lucky enough to meet Duke Forde of Montfort in the Montfort Castle. Due to the prosperity of trade between the Empire and Brittany over the years, Forde's tariff income had reached new highs several times. The Duke's family had a relatively good relationship with the Empire for generations (of course, they were not always friends), so he generously exempted Alfred Frey's army from customs duties.
After camping in Montfort for a night, the army successfully passed through the Hatchet Pass and arrived at the border city of the Empire at the end of February. The city, which had been destroyed by the plague once, had been completely rebuilt. It had also become the most important trading city between the Empire and Brittany because of the signing of the trade agreement between the Empire and Brittany.
It was here that Alfred Frey met the demon hunter Eber, whom Laing had met many times before. After hearing about Alfred Frey, Eber and six demon hunters under his command decided to follow Alfred Frey to Brunswick for an expedition.
In March, in the Rikwald Forest in the Rikwald Territory of the Empire.
"I thought the demon hunters would wander forever." Alfred Frey rode a white warhorse and smiled at Eber. "But I didn't expect you to settle down in Hemgat."
"I didn't settle down in Hemgat." The demon hunter Eber was now a Master Demonhunter, but after years of cleaning up rats and evil, he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. Much of his hair had turned white, and his sharp temperament had become gentle and reserved. He smiled bitterly. "I tried my best to let my school take root in Hemgat. Because of the plague and destruction, the citizens and nobles of Hemgat needed someone to help them deal with evil and clean up the monsters."
"Isn't that good?" Alfred Frey was clad in silver armor and white robes. The Patriarch maintained his sunny attitude and warm smile. "We each take what we need."
"For now." Eber carried two swords on his back and a musket at his waist. He looked tired. "But it won't always be like this. As time passes, if we completely clean up the monsters, the people here will no longer welcome us. If the evil isn't stopped, the people here will feel that we don't have the ability to help them. But if the balance is maintained, it won't be long before there will be rumors that we're raising the monsters for our own sake. In the end, we'll be hated and treated with hostility."
"But you can't do anything about it. If it weren't for the demon hunters cleansing the evil under the light of our Lord, who knows how many more mutations would have occurred in the old world." Alfred Frey couldn't do anything about it.
"The mutations in the old world are like a disease. They're contagious and destructive." Eber nodded. "Every year, a new mutant baby is born. The people will immediately throw a mutant baby they don't know into the fire. But when the mutation happens to them or their loved ones, they'll give up on their sacred duty and make the most shameful choice: to hide."
"That's indeed a problem." Alfred Frey smiled bitterly. "We all know that this is very cruel and heartless. The people will never welcome a group of people who break into their homes and take away their children."
"So it's only a matter of time before we leave Helmgath." Eber was used to all this. "I'm used to it."
"According to the map, there's a village ahead, Patriarch." The army continued to move forward. Alfred Frey and Eber had a lot to talk about. It was already three or four o 'clock in the afternoon. One of the paladins said, "Maybe we can spend the night in the village."
"There's no village that can accommodate more than eight hundred of our troops." Alfred Frey retorted. The Patriarch said unhappily, "Also, there are very few villages that can provide food for more than eight hundred of us! Do not disturb the people! This is not Brittany! This is not our territory. Put away the idea of getting food from the villagers. Water, bread, bacon! It's enough for us to last until the next town. "
"Yes!" The Holy Knights were a little embarrassed by Alfreid's words, but they also felt a little wronged. The atmosphere of the march was a little stiff, and they spoke less to each other.
Alfreid let out a long sigh when he saw this. He was very strict with military discipline, but after all, there were very few people who could be as strict as Leon. Furthermore, Leon had always been very good with logistics. The meals of the old guards were world-famous, but Fu himself did not have Leon's financial resources. Along the way, more than 800 people were supplied with a small amount of beer, barley bread, and salted meat, which was not a small expense.
There were many cases of clerics or paladins extorting civilians from the Church of Justice.
"I'm still the same young man … I haven't changed at all …" the Patriarch thought.
As dusk fell on the dark and gloomy Rickwald Forest Avenue, a strange movement enveloped the terrifying forest. Demon Hunter Eber's expression changed. "There's a stench in the wind! Patriarch! There are Orcs nearby! "
"There's not only one Orc! There's a large group of Orcs! " Alfred Frey's expression changed drastically. The Patriarch took out his compass and gestured for the soldiers to prepare for battle. "Soldiers! Be alert! It's the Orcs! "
The army went into battle mode. Though they were slightly flustered and unprepared, Alfred Frey's army had fought many Orcs and Specters in Muxilon.
The Halberd Soldiers got into formation, the Sword and Shield Soldiers got into formation, the paladins unsheathed their swords, and the Demon Hunters loaded their guns.
Alfred Frey gripped his flaming war hammer with the symbol of a twin-tailed comet. The Patriarch recited the names of the God of Justice and the God of Man, Charlemagne.
It was so peaceful before the battle.
"Roar!" "Roar!"
The roar pierced through the dusky sky of Rickwald Forest.
A large group of Orcs appeared in the forest. They charged towards Alfred Frey under the leadership of a Horned Goat!
Alfred gripped his war hammer tightly. There were many Orcs. A Horde of Orcs shouldn't have that many. One to two hundred Orcs should be the limit. But now, there were three to five hundred Orcs.
This wasn't normal!
Alfred Frey didn't have time to think. A large group of Horned Beasts appeared with the Horned Goat. Their clothes were tattered, and their weapons were rusty. Their formation was chaotic, but they followed the Horned Goat and the Orc flag that was made of human skin. "Eat … meat … fresh … meat!"
"Fire!" The Crossbowmen started shooting at the rash Orcs. A group of Horned Beasts appeared from the forest and retaliated with Bone and Wooden Arrows. The chaotic Orcs were in disarray as they charged towards the shield wall of Alfred Frey's army.
The battle had begun.
In the forest, various weapons were waved, and fresh blood splattered on the hard frozen ground. The sound of shields clanging could be heard, and various battle cries could be heard. Some belonged to the Humans, some belonged to the Orcs. Alfred Frey was commanding calmly. He made the flag bearers and drummers charge forward to encourage the soldiers. He shouted slogans to boost morale. The Halberd Bearers used their sharp Halberds to pierce the Orcs' bodies, while the Sword and Shield Bearers used their shields to block the Orcs' weapons. Then, the Sword and Shield Bearers used their swords to cut through the Orcs' tough leather armor.
The Orcs had encountered a tough opponent. Alfred Frey's 800 Orcs weren't easy to defeat. Their strongest Horned Beasts joined the battle. These heavily armored Orc elites wielding Great Axes and Machetes tore apart the Humans' defense line. The Halberds were deflected, and the Axes shattered the shields. The Humans' defense line was distorted.
"Soul Flames!" While Abar and the other Demon Hunters were slashing the Orcs with their Swords and Axes, Alfred raised his Sacred War Hammer, and the crimson flames turned into platinum light that lit up the battlefield. The Orcs' fur caught fire, and they covered their eyes with their hands. The grim Patriarch ordered the Great Swordsmen and Knights to join the battle, followed by the Paladins and Whiplash.
The Knights and Great Swordsmen brought about destructive changes to the battlefield. Without the support of monsters and huge beasts, the Orcs were unable to fight against the Humans' elites.
The goat-headed beast sensed that something was amiss, but at that moment, a bottle of cocktail landed on its body. The Demon Hunter Eiber yelled at everyone, "I've marked the enemy!"
"Kill!" Alfred Frey charged forward. The Patriarch lowered his body and dodged the Orc's Machetes. Then, he swung his War Hammer, and flames and steel smashed on the Horned Beast's head. The Horned Beast's head exploded, and black blood flowed out from its two horns. The Horned Beast whimpered as it staggered and tried to escape into the forest. Alfred Frey followed up with another blow. The Horned Beast was killed.
The 500 Orcs collapsed, leaving behind 200 corpses as they fled in panic.
"This isn't normal." Alfred Frey shouted at Alfred, "Why are there so many Orcs here?"
"We're disturbing their meal!" Alfred kept his weapon, and the Demon Hunter said anxiously, "There must be a nearby village that's under attack. Quick, we'll only see bones and charred ruins!"
"That's right! Quick! " Alfred Frey realized that there was a problem. The Patriarch grabbed the map and said, "The nearby village is Wicked Smile Village!"
"Everyone, leave your luggage behind. Leave 50 people behind to guard the village. The rest, follow me to Wicked Smile Village!"
"Yes!"
Alfred Frey and Alfred rushed for almost an hour before arriving at the nearest village. Under the setting sun, the forest was burning, and the village was covered in black smoke. Alfred Frey was enraged by the scene.
Were they too late?
The sounds of Humans and weapons clashing could be heard from the village. The Patriarch and the Demon Hunters looked at each other in delight. Fortunately, they were not late. The villagers were still resisting!
However, what happened next made Alfreid and Abel's jaws drop.
The village lit up with golden flames. Several Horned Beasts were sent flying into the sky and smashed into a pile of mud. A young villager's roar drowned out the cries of the Orcs.
"For Charlemagne, for the Empire!"
Amidst the collapsed houses and thick black smoke, a young man appeared from the golden flames. He looked like he was in his teens, and he had golden hair parted in the middle. He wore Blacksmith's clothes and held a pair of heavy hammers. He was tall and muscular, and his handsome face was filled with hatred and anger towards the Orcs. The young man chose to fight recklessly. He charged towards the Orc King alone.
He must be crazy! Alfred hurriedly ordered the army to rescue the village and the villagers. The Patriarch felt that it was a pity. This young man was not bad, but he was going to die in his first battle today.
After a few seconds, Alfred Frey and Alfred changed their perception of the young man.
The young man was like a dazzling meteor. The two hammers in his hands were like dancing butterflies that tore apart the Orcs who tried to stop him. Dazzling rays of light shot out in all directions like gold.
The horned beast spears were blasted into the sky or smashed into clouds of blood mist. The wands of the screaming shamans were shattered into pieces and burned to ashes in the golden flames. In less than two minutes, the young man had already arrived in front of the Beast King.
Alfred Frey was shocked speechless.
A Saint-level expert who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old?
The Orc King accepted the young man's challenge and slashed his Machete at the young man's chest. He was prepared to offer the young man's head to the Dark God.
The young man grunted and twisted his body. Under the astonished gaze of the Orc King, he blocked the Machete with his hammer.
With his other hand, he raised the remaining blacksmith's sledgehammer.
The hammer was burning with terrifying flames that formed two long trails in the air. Under the willpower of the young man, the hammer landed like a comet and smashed into the Orc King's head.
The Orc's Bull's head was smashed into pieces, and the golden and red light scattered in all directions, illuminating the dusk sky with a layer of gold. The Orc King's body followed closely behind his head. His strong body shattered like glass and disintegrated completely.
The Orc army collapsed and was massacred by Alfred Frey's army.
However, everyone's eyes were focused on this young man.
"Twin-tailed Comet?!" Alfred Frey muttered to himself in disbelief, "According to the legends, Charlemagne will return with the Twin-tailed Comet when his Empire is in danger … Savior Ludwig said something similar when he took off his crown. Could it be …"
The Patriarch rode his horse towards the young man. The battle had ended, and the Orc corpses formed a small hill around the young man. None of the corpses were his match.
"Thank you for your support, righteous Cleric." The young man noticed the reinforcements and flashed his white teeth at Alfred. "Your people helped us. Wicked Smile Village thanks you for your support."
"You are?" Alfreid hurriedly dismounted. He even lowered his head slightly to show his respect for the Saint-level combatant.
"Me? I'm a villager of Wicked Smile Village! " The young man didn't seem to realize what terrible thing he had done. He put down the pair of big hammers, took out the water bag from his waist, and took a big gulp. His blue eyes were full of gratitude.
"Oh, yes, my name … I'm Watson."
"Watson?"
The clothes on the young man's chest fell apart, revealing a birthmark that resembled the Twin-tailed Comet. Under the dusk sky, it reflected light.
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