After the meeting ended, Laing left the tent alone. Before he left, François patted him hard on the shoulder.
The duke didn't say anything. He only nodded at Laing.
Words couldn't express his gratitude.
Laing shook his head indifferently. He didn't want the newly married Suria to suffer the pain of losing her father.
The champion of the Chosen of the Lake naturally received the respect of all the knights in the camp. There were also many who pointed at him in private, jealous of his status and glory. However, Laing was indifferent to all of this.
He returned to his own camp. Under the moonlight and the illumination of the torches, his camp was very lively. Even though most people had fallen asleep, there were still many who sat together and chatted. They compared their military achievements and talked about how many enemies they had killed.
The wood elves who served Laing had set up a tent under a tree far away. The proud Aisles hated staying with humans. These wood elves were willing to serve under Laing mostly to gather information about the old world and the changes in the major forces. At the same time, they wanted to stabilize their trade relationship with Laing.
In their eyes, defeating Kemmler was something to be happy about. This meant that the great necromancer who had brought destruction and painful memories to the wood elves was powerless to approach the forest.
This was what the wood elves wanted. They only cared about the forest. Any unwelcome guests were asked to stay as far away as possible from the forest.
"Count! The wounded have been properly treated. The soldiers have also gone to rest. " Royal Knight Hex's face was still wrapped in bandages. Thanks to the wood elves' medicine, he had successfully stopped the bleeding. It was just that there might be a scar left.
"You've worked hard. You should go rest too." Laing nodded. "I'll make arrangements for the enfeoffment after the battle. Where's Olivier?"
His subordinate, Olivier, was more seriously injured. A rusty halberd had slashed his waist and shoulder.
"Olivier is already asleep. His injuries aren't a problem, but he won't be able to participate in the upcoming battle." Hex continued.
"Veronica? And Imperius? "
"Lady Veronica has used up a lot of her Mana and has already rested. Griffin Impris is heavily injured. I have already arranged for someone to escort him back to Zeon to recuperate."
"Alright, I got it." Laing took out a round jade cup from his bosom. "Is there a water source nearby?"
"Yes, about two hundred steps from here is a tributary of the upper reaches of the Grismorey River." Hex felt a little strange, but he didn't dare to ask.
"I'm going out for a while."
Laing walked out of the camp alone. In the dark night, he walked step by step in the direction Hex had pointed out. The killing during the day was branded in his heart like a heavy stone.
This was another extremely powerful opponent that Laing had encountered after Egil. The Undead Warrior's attack was not much stronger than Egil's, but Laing had no way to hurt it. His warhammer had struck the Undead Warrior's chest, shoulders, and arms several times, but at best, it had only scratched the Undead Warrior's armor.
Laing knew that if he wanted to defeat Kemmler, he had to defeat the Undead Warrior.
How should he deal with such a powerful enemy?
Walking near the tributary, Laing found that it was actually a small pond. It was now late autumn, and it was located near the Grey Mountains. The water in the pond was very cold, surrounded by wet grass and small trees. The beautiful moonlight was reflected in the middle of the pond, and the bright moonlight rippled in the quiet night.
He recalled the first time he met the Lake Fairy. It was at the Lake of the Moon near Nordmjörden Haven.
The Lake Fairy, Lilith, was the Moon Goddess of the High Elves.
Let's meet here! Laing held the round jade cup and recalled Morgiana's instructions. "When you need me, come to a clean water source and use this jade cup to summon me. I will naturally meet you."
So Laing took out the jade cup and placed it in the water, just as Morgiana had instructed him.
When Laing's hand touched the surface of the water, a slender jade hand reached out from the water and grasped Laing's wrist. Laing suppressed his surprise and immediately reached out a second hand into the water.
Then, he felt that he was holding onto something. The familiar touch made Laing feel more confident.
I see.
With a tug, the Lake Fairy Witch Morgiana's body appeared from the water. She was wearing a loose, crescent-shaped, crescent-shaped silk dress, a flower crown on her head, and jewelry all over her body. She relaxed and allowed herself to be pulled out of the water by Laing until he put her down on the ground. Her beautiful face had a moving smile, her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders, and her green eyes were filled with Laing's shadow. "I already know what happened. Laing, I will help you and François deal with Kemmler and his undead warrior servant."
Laing let out a sigh of relief. This saved him the trouble of repeating the entire process.
On the way back, Laing briefly explained the details to Morgiana, including the process and outcome of the battle.
"Madam has already told me the specific situation. I came here with a solution to the problem." Morgiana floated in the air and followed beside Laing. "That is Gul, the former champion of the Four Gods of Chaos."
"Gul?! Former champion? "Laing frowned.
Morgiana told Laing about Gul's origins. The Lake Fairy Witch continued, "Gul's power is very strong. Not only is it controlled by Kemmler, it is also affected by Nagash's will and magic. At the same time, it still maintains the power of the Four Gods of Chaos. Therefore, neither you nor François' attacks can harm Gul."
"I remember that necromancy and chaos magic are not the same kind of magic. Moreover, the mark of chaos can also harm vampires … Forget it, there is no logic in chaos." Laing finally understood why his opponent was like this. The Count let out a long sigh. "I thought Veronica's light magic could deal with it."
"From a certain perspective, light magic is indeed the natural enemy of necromancy and chaos magic. However, Gul's power is very special." Morgiana saw that the camp was not far away. She frowned at first, then said, "Let's talk about this later. Laing, tell me, do you live in a tent alone?"
"Of course." Laing nodded.
"How big is the tent?" Morgiana took out a long green cloak with a hood and wrapped it around herself. She chanted a spell and her figure was hidden by the cloak. Mortals would not be able to notice her existence.
"About twelve square meters. Why?" Laing led Morgiana to the camp. It was located in the deepest part of the camp. Laing's tent was set up on solid ground. The tent's curtain was made of thick bear skin. Laing himself hated noise, so his tent was naturally set up in the quietest corner.
"That's good. Let's talk inside your tent."
"Okay."
Morgiana passed through the wooden walls and sentry posts. With the help of magic, no one noticed Morgiana. Laing lifted the curtain of his tent and let Morgiana in.
The Lake Goddess witch stepped lightly into Laing's tent. The light yellow magic lamp illuminated the inside of the tent. There was a wooden bed, two chairs, a small round table, and Laing's warhammer and armor hanging on a hanger.
"Please sit. The tent is very simple. Everything should be simple during a campaign." Laing gestured for Morgiana to sit. He said with some self-mockery, "I don't think there's a need to make things too complicated for a campaign."
"Your tent is indeed very small in the camp." Morgiana joked. "At least François's tent is much bigger than yours. You're the champion of ladies. How can you live in such a small tent?"
Laing's tent was a simple three by four, while his father-in-law François's luxurious tent was five by eight, covering an area of forty square meters.
The Lake Goddess witch strolled in Laing's tent. She narrowed her eyes and felt the scent of Laing in the tent. She felt very comfortable. She let herself spin in the air. Her milky white silk dress billowed, and the lace on the dress flipped up and down. Morgiana sat on the wooden bed where Laing slept and looked around with satisfaction. "When I go back, I'll ask the Saintess Monastery to make a better tent for you."
"You don't have to do that. The purpose of the tent is to rest and sleep." Laing moved a chair over and sat across from Morgiana. He tried to ask, "So how are we going to deal with Gul? The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos who is almost invincible? "
"A ritual." Morgiana saw that Laing was not interested and did not say anything more. She then said, "I'll cast a great spell and make a whole cup of potion holy water. You can apply this holy water on your weapons and temporarily break Gul's protection."
"Okay." Laing nodded. He then asked with some concern, "Your Highness, your magic power hasn't recovered yet, right?"
"It's true that it hasn't fully recovered, but this is to protect the kingdom. This is the responsibility given to me by the Lady. I can't sit by and watch the undead run rampant on the Lady's land." Morgiana's attitude was firm. "Since you and François can't break Gul's defense, I'll naturally help you."
"Then is your magic power okay?"
"It's fine. It's nothing more than a rest." Morgiana shook her head.
After casually chatting for a while, Laing saw that Morgiana had no intention of moving at all. A trace of ridicule flashed across his face. The count stood up and pretended to leave. "In that case, I won't disturb your rest, Your Highness Morgiana."
"Wait! Leave? Where are you going? "Morgiana asked strangely." Isn't this your tent? "
"I'm going to find Veronica. You have a good rest." Laing continued with a smile on his face. "My tent is very small. You can live in it. It'll be crowded with two people."
"You're going to find that witch with me?" Sure enough, Morgiana's expression turned ugly. There was a dangerous light in her green eyes. "You're starting again? I'll stay here tonight. Also, you're not allowed to go anywhere at night. "
"Is this an order?" Laing smiled maliciously. He hugged Morgiana's delicate body and the two of them fell down together.
"This is a condition." Morgiana put her laurel crown on the bed and kicked off her soft boots. She turned around and hugged Laing's neck. She burrowed into his arms and blushed. "It's also an order. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here personally. It's just because you're here."
With Morgiana in his arms, Laing stopped talking. The battle was over, and he really needed to relax.
The tents were quiet at night … … ….
The next day, Morgiana's appearance brought great encouragement to the knight army. The power of the Lake Goddess had always been enough to change the fate of an entire country. She brought the oracle of the Lake Goddess. The Goddess was sincerely happy with the victory of the knight army outside the Blackstone Stronghold and expressed her praise.
At the same time, Morgiana brought the method to fight against Kemmler and Gul. Through the extension of the Goddess' divine power, Morgiana would use her own magic and divine spells to summon divine water to enchant the knights' weapons before the battle. The enchanted weapons would be able to break through the special protection of the undead and the Chosen Warriors, as well as the special power of Gul.
Morgiana declined François's request to give up command. She said that she was only here to help the knight army completely purify the undead.
The army rested for a day and a half before leaving for La Messenelle Abbey.
A few days later.
As the army marched forward, Leon rode on his pure-blooded elven warhorse, Grape, with Veronica in his arms. Veronica didn't look too good. That day, she and her Light Magic Ride were at full power. They had used up all their ammunition and magic power. This caused Veronica to be listless for the past few days. Her entire body was drowsy while riding on the horse. Seeing this, Leon simply let the witch ride with him.
Seeing that his female courtier was not in good condition, Laing was a little distressed. "You've worked hard, Veronica."
"It's okay. I feel much better after a few days of rest." Veronica did not want to squeeze in with Morgiana in the carriage. The Lake Goddess' tone and expression always made her uncomfortable. That woman had too much authority in the kingdom. Veronica knew that if she spent too much time with Morgiana, there would be conflicts, and she would definitely be the one to suffer.
She wanted to look for Laing last night, but found that it was Morgiana who opened the door.
In the end, she was muddle-headed …
As for the commander of the knight's army, François, Duke of Winford, he only respected Veronica on the surface. His father-in-law did not like the witch very much, and after a few polite words, he ignored her.
That was how spellcasters were. They were isolated, helpless, and discriminated against. Therefore, Veronica always preferred to hide in her wizard tower and do her research. Leon could only comfort her with words, "When this war is over …"
"Shut up!" Veronica quickly covered his mouth. Garland pointed at Laing's forehead with her finger. "Don't say such things! If you really want to make it up to me, come to my wizard tower for a few more days in winter. Or we can go to your brother's house for the winter. But don't set your own flag! "
"Hahaha! Alright, I promise you." Leon laughed heartily. He was very carefree. "Wars are fought by the army, not because of bragging before the war. I have confidence in myself on this point. It's just that … it would be better if we were more prepared for this war."
Veronica nodded. The attack on the Blackstone Stronghold was supposed to be at the beginning of next year. That way, many things could be prepared. However, plans could not keep up with changes. Kemmler's sudden attack forced Laing and François to hastily dispatch troops. Sorceress Teresa and Knight Suria were left behind by Laing to watch over the stronghold. Otherwise, with the help of Teresa's ice magic, those undead warriors could be frozen even if they could not defeat them. Perhaps they would have a better chance of killing Kemmler.
There was no point in thinking about this now. Laing tossed the thoughts of being lucky and the aftermath out of his mind.
The vanguards had already burst into cheers.
"We're here!"
"It's right in front!"
"Lady above, the monastery is there."
"Kemmler and his undead army, prepare to die!"
In the distance, in a canyon under the snowy peaks of the Grey Mountains, one of the origins of the Grismori River. A magnificent military fortress stood there, quietly watching the visitors in the embrace of the clouds and dangerous peaks.
The Abbey of La Mesenelle was just ahead.
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