Imperial Crown

The sound of armor breaking sounded, but it did not come from Judela himself.

Judela opened his eyes in confusion and saw the head of a skeleton knight falling in front of him, staring at him.

"If you keep staring blankly, you will really die!" Raven's voice came from behind him: "Volaf, give him a warhorse, let's continue!"

"Yes, Baron!"

Judela was stunned and turned around slowly. He saw that the skeleton cavalrymen who almost killed him just now had turned into skeletons all over the ground, and there was a warhorse whose reins were nailed by a long sword, staring at him.

"This..." Judela's eyes were full of relief and disbelief for surviving the disaster. He drew out the flaming long sword and slowly walked to the warhorse, untied the reins and turned over to sit on it.

Inciting the warhorse to gallop backwards, Judela's eyes fell on the direction where Raven left, and his heart was full of doubts.

You know, Raven's personal soldiers are all in full helmet and armor, and even the horses are no exception. The armor, including the knights on the horses, must weigh at least 150 kilograms. The battle has been going on for most of the day. Even if Raven has been cruising on the periphery, their horses should not have such good physical strength to be able to move back and forth on the battlefield!

"Claw Yellow Flying Lightning... is it really that powerful?"

At this moment, Raven has no time to satisfy Judela's curiosity, because he is doing a very great cause-showing his face.

In a war of this scale, a mere thirty or so cavalrymen, even if they are elite, can't affect the situation at all, but since Raven is here, he can't do nothing.

The specific method is quite simple, just take the troops around the front line and let the nobles who lead the troops remember him.

Even if they can't remember, at least they will be familiar with him.

Anyway, Raven has the Eye of Truth, and he is interspersed with weak links. With the help of Lux's magic, the soldiers will not be hurt, and the horses that have been strengthened twice have maintained sufficient physical strength and endurance.

It seems that saving Judra was just a matter of convenience.

However, since he saved Judra, Raven's mind was also opened up. He would help solve the problems of some nobles in danger - provided that they were not so dangerous. If there was a colossus of terror, Raven would not stop.

As for those nobles who had already run to the safe zone or were basically out of danger, Raven did not let them go, and asked Lux ​​to "bless" them a little.

Of course, it was called blessing, but in fact it was just a small ball of light exploding above their heads. It had no practical effect, but it was a psychological comfort.

The nobles who were "blessed" ran a little faster.

When Raven turned around the front line, the sky gradually darkened, the fog dissipated, and the coalition forces slowly withdrew to the camp.

The tireless undead army did not pursue, and the main force was still frantically attacking the city of Mon'en. There were more and more skeletons under the city wall. When it was completely dark, three piles of bones directly attached to the city wall had appeared.

The atmosphere in the military camp was extremely depressing. The four temporary legions suffered heavy losses, and the situation of the Iron Legion was slightly better.

When the number of people lost in the Fourth Legion was sent to Viscount John's desk, the lips of the elderly noble turned purple. It was not known whether he was angry or distressed.

The full-strength legion of 5,500 people suffered a loss of 1,738 people, and even one battalion was directly destroyed.

This is the number of deaths on the battlefield. The wounded, whether seriously injured or slightly injured, were not counted.

That night, Minsk urgently invited the four legion commanders to hold a military meeting to summarize the gains and losses of the day.

It was normal at the beginning, but as the topic deepened, it became a matter of blaming each other.

The one who made the most noise was Laluen, the commander of the Second Legion. His Second Legion was the first to prepare, attack first and go deep into the battlefield, so it was difficult to evacuate in time, and suffered the most serious losses. Three battalions were completely wiped out, and the death toll was as high as more than 2,300.

He jumped up and accused Minsk of selfishness, disregarding military secrets, and forcibly ordering not to retreat, which caused such a huge loss.

Minsk was still well-mannered. Although his face was livid, he also managed to swallow his anger, but secretly shifted the spearhead to Viscount John.

After all, Viscount John was the first to order the retreat of the four temporary legions.

In this regard, Viscount John maintained a humble attitude and expressed his willingness to accept the punishment of General Minsk, but insisted that his decision at the time was correct.

The lowest loss rate of the Fourth Legion except for the Iron Legion also proved this point.

Lancaster, the commander of the Third Legion, stood on the side of Viscount John, and Titus, the commander of the First Legion, accused John of retreating easily, which violated the honor of the nobles.

Seeing that the attention was shifted away from himself, Minsk began to act like a good guy again, and began to appease each legion commander one by one. After all, he still pointed out that some people would continue to fight with him.

After the four legions were divided, there were less than 5,000 reserve soldiers left, and now they were just added to each legion.

The four legions lost a total of more than 8,000 people, and it was definitely impossible to make up for all the members. Laluen, who was the most cheerful at the beginning, received the most compensation and completely made up for the losses.

The fourth legion gained 1,200 people.

After all the wrangling, it was time to get down to business. The most important thing was how to boost the morale of the army, mainly the morale of the nobles.

If the situation continued to be gloomy, let alone continuing the battle, a camp roar was not impossible.

To put it simply, the entire coalition is in urgent need of a positive example.

The four legion commanders each returned to the camp and counted them separately, allowing the nobles to decide who was suitable to be this "role model".

The results were surprisingly consistent.

Except for the commanders of their respective legions, most people voted for the same person——

Raven Otta Griffith.

There are many reasons.

Some people say that the young man is very responsible and has been busy on the battlefield and never stopped. Although he is young, he has the courage to do things and saves himself from life and death. He is also a young man, and others know that he should What to do.

In his words, in addition to being grateful to Raven for his "life-saving grace", there was also a hint of antagonism between Raven and Minsk.

Minsk also saw this and felt a little unhappy.

He is a dignified fourth-level Iron Knight, the temporary commander of the Iron Legion, and the eldest son of the Slater family. He not only has to serve as a commander, but also balances the forces of all parties. In the end, he is outcompeted by the little Baron Raven!

No matter how unhappy he was, he had to admit the plan he proposed even though he pinched his nose. Who told him that he really didn't achieve any beautiful results today?

Otherwise, Raven would not have become the "most beautiful scenery" in the coalition.

The next day, Raven was awarded a medal in front of all the nobles.

He directly skipped the lowest level of "Medal of Gallantry Second Class" and was awarded the "Medal of Gallantry First Class".

The reason is very simple. In addition to commending Raven's "excellent performance" in yesterday's battle, he also hopes that the nobles present can learn from Raven and carry forward his dedication spirit of never abandoning, never giving up, and having the courage to take responsibility. .

Logically speaking, only the royal family has the right to award medals.

Minsk's doing this is equivalent to using the reputation of the Slater family to guarantee that Raven will definitely be able to obtain such an honor in the future. If not, then the reputation of the Slater family will also be lost.

It can be regarded as a kind of money to buy horse bones.

Raven was confused. He really didn't expect that he would be able to receive such an honor just by doing some face-saving projects after fishing for a day!

The Cairns Empire Medal is divided into three levels and six levels, from lowest to highest, namely the Medal of Gallantry Level 2, the Medal of Gallantry Level 1; the Medal of Sacrifice Level 2, the Medal of Sacrifice Level 1; the Medal of Glory Level 2, and the Medal of Glory Level 1.

Of these six levels, usually only members of the royal family can achieve the highest level.

The First Class Medal of Valor, as the fifth level of merit, is already very high.

The Morgan who died in the previous battle was awarded such a medal for his meritorious service in defending the city, and his title was also raised from Baron to Viscount!

It can be said that receiving such an honor is equivalent to receiving half a promotion certificate leading to Viscount.

This is a glorious deed worthy of being recorded in family history!

"If old Gordon knew about this, he would jump with joy!" Eric said with a smile.

In contrast, Raven was much calmer and even muttered: "This kind of honor that I don't know if it can be fulfilled is of no use. I might as well make my fiefdom bigger!"

That's what he said, but his expression when he touched the medal, in Judra's words, was very deserving of a beating.

This second-level medal of valor must be worn. If you don't wear it, you won't give the Slater family face, but if it brings trouble, it will come.

After a disastrous defeat yesterday, it was of course impossible to continue setting off today. The legion commanders gathered together to study tactics. The idle nobles began to visit Raven, the "rookie", and the enthusiasm among them made Raven quite distressed.

If we don't meet him, it will inevitably give the impression that he is a villain; if we meet him, the medal will probably make people misunderstand that Raven is deliberately showing off.

So Raven simply turned out to be out of sight and out of mind, and directly led the team out to "reconnaissance", leaving only Eric to receive the nobles on his behalf.

The strength of the second-level Iron Knight would not appear rude.

"Huh..." Standing on the high slope, Raven breathed the fresh air, with the medal on his chest shining, staring firmly in the direction of Men'en City.

After fighting day and night, the situation in Meng'en City is more dangerous than yesterday. Although some of the piles of bones piled up under the city yesterday have been destroyed, more bones have been piled up. A rough count, even if it is not counted, can't be seen. In the part we arrived, just on the city wall facing Raven, there were nine bone mounds!

The skeletons were rushing towards the city head one after another. If he hadn't been able to see the skeletons falling from the city wall, Raven would have almost thought that Meng En City had been destroyed.

Undead creatures can sleep without rest, but living people cannot. It is only a matter of time before the city is broken.

Minsk knows this too.

So after only one day's rest, the improvised coalition army went out again.

This time the tactics have changed again. After the surge, each legion is no longer limited to the same battlefield, but spreads out its formation and begins to advance and attack Men'en City from five different directions.

The purpose of this is to distract the attention of the Necromancers in the Order of the Hand of Death. Even if the Withering Mist is used again, the number of legions affected will be quite limited.

In this battle, the advancement speed of each legion was not slow.

But this anomaly quickly aroused everyone's alert, including Raven.

Because these undead soldiers are too weak, most of them are just cannon fodder. Even first-level skeletons with white soul fire in their eyes are very rare, let alone high-level ones such as rotten corpses, bone cavalry, or plague colossi. biological.

From Raven's perspective, he could only find one "herder" after another, but could not see any trace of the necromancer.

From the morning to noon, the battle line began to advance towards the city of Mon'en, and the fastest iron army was even less than 200 meters away from the city wall!

However, at this moment, the towering bone spire in the center of the undead army suddenly emitted a terrifying and sharp buzzing sound, sweeping across the battlefield in an instant.

That sound was like the sharpest whistle, ringing in the heart of every living person!

Raven looked closely and saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

I saw that around the bone spire, the undead creatures fell down in circles, and the gray, white, and green soul fires condensed to the top of the spire, outlining a series of complex magic patterns, and continued to expand and expand. In just a few breaths, it became a magic circle with a diameter of tens of meters!

In the center of the magic circle, that is, the top of the spire, a grayish-white light condensed, and the originally clear sky became overcast, and even attracted thunder in the sky at this time of winter and spring!

Lightning continued to strike from the sky, causing large areas of undead creatures to become charred, and the sky and the earth were as dark as night, with only the magic circle flashing with light!

The light became brighter and brighter, condensing in the center of the magic circle, and then a dead white lightning burst out from it, penetrated the atmosphere, and hit the wall of Meng'en City!

The earth suddenly shook at this moment!

Under the shock, the undead creatures were shaken to the ground one by one, and the soldiers guarding the city were thrown out, turning into black dots and disappearing in the bones.

Mud and sand splashed on the left and right of the city wall, and smoke and dust rose!

As the earth shook visibly, a section of the city wall trembled, as if it was tofu that broke apart and collapsed!

The previous strong attack was just a means to paralyze them. This earth-shaking magic is the real means to break the city!

After a short silence, a group of undead rushed out from the army of undead. They were not skeleton soldiers, but bone cavalry!

Raven's pupils shrank.

No wonder there was no trace of bone cavalry in this battle. It turned out that the hand of death gathered them together, waiting for this moment to break the wall and rush into Mon'en City!

For human cavalry, the collapsed wall is simply the road to hell. It is not a section that cavalry can pass through.

But the bone cavalry itself is too light. They stepped on the ruins. Six or seven hundred bone cavalry rushed in, followed by a sea of ​​skeletons!

Mon'en City, broken!

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