The loot from the war with the Orcs was limited. The Orcs were an unloved race that was deeply corrupted by the Chaos. Their meat couldn't be eaten, their wine couldn't be drunk, and their weapons were mostly scrap metal. There were only three valuable items.
The first was the Demonic Dragon. The whole body of this kind of thunder creature was a precious magic material. Their bodies were eroded by thunder and chaotic energy in their long lives, and were full of treasures. Veronica and Aurora were already arguing over the distribution of the Demonic Dragon's body.
The second was the loot left behind by the Orcs after they raided the Human villages, such as gold, silver, and jewelry.
The third was the Minotaurs and Big Horned Beasts' weapons that were made of bronze, which could be melted. Most of the Orcs weren't able to make their weapons blessed by Chaos.
That was why the nobles of the Empire were annoyed by the Orcs. They had to play hide-and-seek with them in the forest, where it was easy to be ambushed. If they lost, they would suffer heavy losses. If they won, they wouldn't gain much.
If they were left alone, the Orcs would expand and attack the villages, outposts, and trade routes. Once they formed a large scale, they would elect an Orc King. Under the leadership of the Howling Shaman, they would sweep through the Human settlements. When they became powerful, it would be difficult to encircle them.
Yes, the Orcs were that disgusting.
The loot from the war with the Green Dwarfs was plentiful because the Green Dwarfs liked shiny things. They would use gold, silver, gemstones, and rare metals to decorate themselves, including many "trash" in the eyes of the Green Dwarfs.
In fact, they were all valuable treasures.
"Your Highness, we found the shrine of the Black Pit Green Dwarf Spider God." The Dragon Rider reported, "The shrine is protected by powerful Mana, and we can't get close. It can even summon gray Spider Spirits!"
"There's such a situation?" Laing was surprised. He gestured for everyone to continue cleaning the battlefield. He wanted to take a look. "Raymond, you guys, follow me."
Seeing that Laing wanted to go, Morgiana immediately followed. Talleyrand took a few glances and pretended to vomit, then walked towards a crowded place.
In an open space very close to the forest, the corpse of an eight-legged Anaknari Queen Spider was lying on the ground. Its body had taken many hits. Green blood flowed out from the cracks in its carapace. There were also a few burn marks on its body. However, the fatal blow should be a crack on its head. That was a critical wound caused by a blunt object smashing its head open.
A few knights from the Kingdom of Brittania were observing the situation. There were also a dozen soldiers from the Empire who were watching the show. Someone picked up a branch from the ground and threw it at the scene. The spider shrine instantly emitted green flames and burned the branch to ashes.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness Morgiana, we found this altar on the Empress Spider's corpse." Sir Baldwin from the Duchy of Le-Angouland, a young man who was only 26 or 27 years old and was already a Legendary knight, said to Laing, "It seems to be a holy relic of the green skin."
"Be confident. Get rid of the 'seems', Sir Baldwin." The glorious victory made the Knight King very happy. Laing laughed and said, "Very good. Let's see what happened."
"Let me." Morgiana took a step forward. The Lake Goddess witch chanted a spell, and a bright ray of the Lake Goddess' Light entered the spider shrine's domain.
A shining phantom of a giant spider appeared from the spider shrine. It spat out green flames towards the Light of the Lake Goddess that Morgiana had released. The Light of the Lake Goddess turned into a few ferocious thorny tentacles and collided with the green flames. In the end, it was reduced to ashes, and the green flames seemed to have weakened a little.
"This seems to be some kind of … gathering of faith. It has begun to have its own consciousness." Laing carefully observed the phantom, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.
Could this phantom be the Spider God that the green skin worshipped?!
Morgiana was about to cast another spell when the giant spider phantom made a strange rumbling sound. It then flew into the air at an extremely fast speed, startling everyone. Morgiana immediately raised the Holy Grail of Potion and prepared to cast a large-scale spell. However, Laing shook his head and stopped Morgiana. The Knight King looked at the phantom in the distance and was stunned for a moment. He then motioned for everyone to continue cleaning the battlefield.
It was basically confirmed.
In the depths of the black pit, there must be an ancient relic!
If Laing's guess was correct, the most likely reason why the Anaknarei giant spiders would go to the black pit every season to mate and lay eggs was that the ancient relic had been in disrepair for a long time. Pure cosmic energy overflowed from it and was sensed by the giant spiders. The giant spiders gathered it and made it their holy land.
The giant spiders were very weak when they laid eggs and needed protection. The forest goblins made a deal with the giant spiders. After a long time, the green skin in the black pit was born. As everyone knew, the green skin was a very magical creature. They constantly thought and worshipped, forming a collection of emotions and accomplishing impossible things in the subspace. No one knew whether the Spider God was created by the green skin, but the green skin must have played an important role in the growth and power of the Spider God.
Then the question was, the Emperor had absorbed enough of the ancient relic. Would he still want the ancient relic? Laing thought.
It seemed that he had to make a trip to the black pit no matter what, but now was not the time. Laing knew that his most important task now was to resist Motekin's invasion. Von Zhukov Castle had just fallen, and it was only a matter of time before the troops arrived at Wolfenburg.
"It's nothing, just a little trick," Laing smiled at Morgiana and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Morgiana. Are you tired?"
"No, I'm fine." Morgiana held the Holy Grail in her hand. The Lake Goddess witch's beautiful face was full of pride and pride. "The ones who are qualified to say that they are tired are you and Boris!"
"Hahaha, Raymond, are you tired?" Laing suddenly turned his head and asked Raymond, who was beside him.
"Your Majesty, I'm not tired. The soldiers are not tired!" Raymond gave a firm answer.
"How can you say that you're not tired after such a big battle?" Laing chuckled. Knight King raised his hand and shouted to everyone on the battlefield, "Ladies and gentlemen, my glorious people, my human compatriots of the Empire, this battle is a victory for all of humanity! I, Brittany Knight King, Duke Musillon, Lady of the Lake's Chosen One champion, Laing Macado, thank you all for your bloody battle. Without you, there would be no glorious victory! "
"For humanity, for the old world! Victory! Victory!!! "
Cheers rang out in the outskirts of Midentstanger and did not subside for a long time.
That night, a grand banquet was held in Midentstanger. Thousands of barrels of beer were brought out. Boris ordered his personal treasury to pay for all the expenses of this celebration banquet.
In the lively banquet hall, the nobles of Brittany and Midentstanger gathered and boasted about the day's achievements. The focus was, of course, Laing, the Knight King, who had single-handedly killed the Orc Supreme Beast King Getwo and the Green Spider King Snagra Venomous Saliva.
The Knight King also calmly accepted everyone's congratulations. He had drunk a lot of wine today. The strength of his original body was not enough to make him drunk, but it made him feel a little smug. This battle was indeed very beautiful. Leon did not make any of the mistakes he had made in the previous series of battles. In a situation where the military forces were at a complete disadvantage, he achieved this epic victory.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I can't use any words of praise to describe your victory." Talleyrand leaned on his walking stick as he approached. His glass was filled with Nur special dark beer. The lame man was not stingy with his praises. "This battle will be a miracle in the history of war. As long as there is war, it will never be forgotten."
"Hehehehe …" Laing laughed heartily. Knight King nodded slowly and teased, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Talleyrand. You came so late."
"That's because Madam Teresa and Madam Veronica, who were by your side, showed an unapproachable expression. At least, they didn't welcome me." Talleyrand, who was wearing a black and gold cloak and a crimson noble robe, said meaningfully, "They don't like my jokes, and they don't like my way of doing things."
"If you would drop your glib tone, Monsieur Talleyrand, perhaps you would find a great deal of popularity." Morgiana, who was standing beside Laing, spoke. The Lake Goddess witch was wearing a fishtail dress embroidered with irises. Under the dress, her beautiful legs were wrapped in flesh-colored velvet stockings and a pair of pearl fish-mouth heels. Her meticulous makeup made her look like a flower on a high mountain, sacred and inviolable. There was a hint of playfulness in her green eyes. Morgiana asked in her unique noble tone, "Perhaps you should also call them Madam?"
"Oh, of course, they are all Madam," Talleyrand said matter-of-factly.
Morgiana raised her eyebrows.
"But I always call them Madam Veronica, Madam Teresa, or Madam Aurora." Talleyrand immediately added, "Only you, Your Highness Morgiana, I will only call you Madam, especially, only in private."
Morgiana's anger turned into joy. The Lake Goddess witch couldn't help but ask, "Then what about Suria?"
"Of course, she is the honorable Her Majesty." Talleyrand smiled apologetically. "But in my heart, Your Highness Morgiana, you and Queen Suria are both His Majesty's Madams. I don't know what others think, but I think so and say so. I swear, I have always thought so. You are worthy."
A faint sense of satisfaction filled Morgiana's chest. The Lake Goddess witch blushed slightly. She held Laing's arm and nodded softly to show that she understood.
Laing smiled bitterly. The Knight King glanced at Veronica, who was talking excitedly to the noble knights of Bastogne in the distance. The knights and nobles around her, led by Berchemund, were all nodding in agreement.
The general content of Veronica's words was: "I am the commander of the battlefield on the Western Front. It was my dear who personally handed the command to me. When Midden's people were in the suburbs, I led the witches to observe the whole army. At the critical moment, I was the one who ordered the retreat. I was also involved in the plan of the whole battle."
As for Teresa and Aurora, who liked to be quiet, they found a corner and sat down. The sorceress and her daughter had an unapproachable expression on their faces. Laing noticed that the mother and daughter were wearing a set of blue ice dew layered cake skirt with light black Wolford silk pantyhose. Their four beautiful legs were like four jade pillars. Even the shoes hooked on their black stockings were the same pointed suede heels with sapphire flowers.
In fact, there was nothing strange about it. Teresa and Aurora were basically the same in appearance, except that she looked a little younger. Over the years, he had carefully watered and cared for her. In addition to the strengthening of the spiritual tattoo brand, Teresa's appearance was more and more similar to Aurora's. It was just that the sorceress' temperament was more gentle and shy. Since Aurora came to Brittany to seek his protection, the mother and daughter had lived together for a long time and had basically completed the synchronization.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Talleyrand said while leaning on his cane. "Don't you think it's interesting?"
"What's interesting about it?" Morgiana took over the topic. The Lake Goddess witch held Laing's arm. She was in a good mood, and it was rare for her to be so nice to the cripple.
"The three most powerful nobles in the Empire. The Elector of Midden is a civilized man, but his people are not. The Nur is the opposite." Talleyrand said meaningfully. "Lady Emmanuel is like a lioness, but the Nur people need her wildness. Civilization does not always mean advancement. Just like us and our cousins, the Nur people love the Countess, just like the Rohlsernian people need the passion and vitality of the High Lord Tyrion."
"What are you hinting at?" Morgiana asked. The Lake Goddess witch listened to the cripple's words and thought about it.
"I mean, in Nur, His Majesty and the Countess have an intimate relationship. Well, a very, very intimate relationship, but that's not enough. His Majesty needs large orders, military aid, and the mediation of a cripple like me to win the hearts of the Nuer people." Talleyrand smiled. "But there's no need for that in Midden. Your Majesty, you've already shown your muscles. That's good. You've also used your military talent to win over Boris Todbringer. That's enough. It's enough for the Mildenheim to support you in many things."
"Too much is as bad as too little?" Laing smiled.
"Too much is as bad as too little." The high elf also smiled. "I believe Your Majesty can understand what I mean."
"Hehehehe, I understand." Knight King smiled and nodded. It was always so easy to talk to the cripple. "Follow the army and take care of logistics and our relationship with the Empire's army. You're good at this."
"As Your Majesty commands." The cripple saluted and added, "You're the master. The master has the right to ask for anything."
"Including letting you clean the stables?"
"As I said, as long as you need." The cripple was very humble. "You're the victor, and I'm just your servant."
Talleyrand left. Morgiana looked at the cripple's back and said, "What an elegant and cunning person. But I can't hate him. He's quite nice when he talks."
"His unique talent can be used in many situations. He saw through the nature of Mildenheim and Nur's ruling structure. As he said, Nur has the ability to act independently. What they need is a supervisor and arbitrator. Mildenheim is different. Mildenheim needs a powerful dictator." Laing brought Morgiana outside the house. "But this is only the first layer of Talleyrand's meaning."
"There's a second layer?" Morgiana looked around and leaned on Laing's shoulder. It was a joyous night in Mildenstange. The soldiers, nobles, and commoners were celebrating. "When there's no one, call me Fay or Le Fay. I like it when you call me that in private."
"Okay, Fay." Morgiana Le Fay was the full name of the Lake Goddess Witch.
At this moment, footsteps were heard from outside the Count's Castle. Royal Regent Lauren led a group of nobles and Knights in. Seeing Laing standing there, Lauren saluted and said, "A glorious victory, Your Majesty. You've completed the impossible mission."
"This is also thanks to you, Lauren. If you hadn't blocked the Orc's attack from behind us, we wouldn't have won so easily. You and everyone else will be rewarded for your contributions," Laing smiled and said, "Princess Morgiana and I have come to welcome you personally."
Due to the strong walls and cannons, as well as the fact that Kazak didn't want to attack by force, Lauren's tribe suffered around 500 casualties. 205 of them died in battle. One-Eyed Kazak's tribe suffered around 2000 casualties. As they didn't pursue and count the casualties, they didn't know the exact number.
After exchanging some pleasantries, Laing personally led the nobles and Knights into the banquet. The Knight King fully acknowledged their contributions, and everyone in the banquet welcomed them with open arms.
"Your Majesty, there's new news from Becafen." At this moment, Davu quickly walked out of the hall. It seemed like he had been looking for Laing for a long time.
"Becafen? Did Kurfürst Hetwig bring bad news again? " Laing took the envelope and saw the seal of a white bear on it. "Alright, this is a letter from Princess Tsar Katarín of Kislöw. Davu, have you read it?"
"No, Your Majesty." Davu shook his head.
Ryan opened it, took a few glances, and frowned.
"What did Princess Tsar say?" Morgiana was interested. She even wanted to take a look herself.
"Princess Tsar asked Brittany to immediately send Marshal Rokossovsky and the remnants of Kislöw's army and the Shiravek Group to Becafen. The situation there is critical." Laing laughed coldly and said, "Yes, that's right. The situation is critical."
"Now, we have to think of a way to deal with it."
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