Come to another world and become a lord

The cold wind howled, the dust filled the air, and the battle flag symbolizing the Great Khan's headquarters fluttered in the wind. Nura stood at the front line of the battlefield, wearing a silver-white battle armor, and the ice spear in her hand flashed with cold light. Beside her, Karl calmly commanded the shooting army. She never thought that this day would come. Sogar and Tarbat actually launched an attack on them. Less than a week after her father's death, the war affected the entire tribe. Nura's hands tightly grasped the weapon, and the joints even began to creak because of excessive force. Then, she heard the shouting and killing on the far side, and she understood that the battle had begun.

Carl beside him suddenly gave an order:

"fire!"

Along with this order, artillery roared, and flames exploding in the dust and sand were like countless lightning bolts tearing through the sky. The deafening roar shattered the noise of the battlefield.

Carl's command was particularly clear in the chaos:

"Adjust the muzzle of the gun, concentrate the firepower, and bombard the enemy's central formation!"

The cannons fired one after another under the skilled operation of the soldiers, with a roar of destruction across the sky, directly hitting the enemy's central army flag. After a loud bang, the flag and the surrounding soldiers were blown into powder. The soldiers of Sogar and Talbat were completely shocked by this scene, and the team became more chaotic.

"Musketeers, prepare to fire!" Karl ordered calmly.

The musketeers on the front line lined up in three rows, with their guns pointed at the enemy. With the burst of three volleys, the enemy's front row charge was forcibly suppressed. The tribal light cavalry kept whipping their horses, trying to speed up the charge, but in the face of the three-stage shooting, this charge was just a meaningless suicide, blood gushed out, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Occasionally a few cavalrymen broke through, but what greeted them was Nura's ice and snow magic. The girl's eyes were as sharp as ice, and the spear in her hand cut through the air. Streaks of frost shot out from the tip of the spear, freezing the invading cavalry one by one. Then the musketeers took aim and shot, smashing all the frozen enemies into pieces, turning them into ice crystals all over the ground.

Sogar and Talbat stood behind the battle formation, watching their soldiers fall to the enemy's firearms and magic, angry but powerless to do anything.

"Retreat!" Talbat finally shouted through gritted teeth.

The enemy began to retreat in an organized manner, and Carl just watched silently without pursuing them.

In the evening, the troops of Sogar and Talbat retreated to the camp. Their faces were livid, and anger and frustration were intertwined in their expressions. The soldiers dragged their exhausted bodies back to the camp, and the groans and low complaints of the wounded echoed in the air, weighing down the two leaders even more.

"We can't win!" Talbat slammed the table angrily. "Their firearms are too powerful. We have no chance of winning!"

Sogar gritted his teeth and said nothing. The atmosphere in the tent was so tense that it was hard to breathe, until a cold voice broke the silence.

"Now that most of the clans have sided with us, you still can't take them down?"

Casabelos stood in a corner of the tent, the shadow covering most of his face, but one could still feel the creepy gaze under the shadow. He walked forward slowly and looked at the two coldly.

"They have firearms!" Talbat roared, "Damn Karl trained a musketeer team for Nura, and also has artillery. This unit alone can stop all of us!"

"Besides, not everyone is on our side. The Egret Clan hasn't responded yet." Sogar added.

"Hmph, you have the military strength of most of the tribe, but you can't even defeat the princess's personal guards! Do you think you are right?" Casabelos' tone was full of sarcasm.

"I've already told you that their weapons are too good! Especially on the plains, we can't get close to them at all!" Talbat shouted unceremoniously, "If you have the guts, you can solve it!"

Casabelos ignored Talbat's roar. He just sighed slowly, as if he was endlessly disappointed with the two's incompetence. Then, he took out a crystal clear red vial from the inside of his cloak. The liquid inside was surging slightly like blood, emitting a strange light.

The atmosphere in the tent froze instantly.

"What is this?" Sogar's voice trembled a little, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Casabelos lifted the bottle. In the light of the fire, the scarlet liquid looked particularly strange. He shook his head and said slowly, "This is the last help I can give you."

Talbat frowned, his face full of doubts:

"Last help?"

"Yes," said Casabelos, his deep voice like a venomous snake, "Let your soldiers drink this potion, they will gain great strength and infinite courage."

"Powerful force?" Thorgar stared at him, his face full of doubt. "Could it be that this is what made the orcs completely crazy?"

"It's rabies!" Talbat understood instantly after hearing what Sogar said, "You want our people to be infected with rabies as well?"

"Madness? Ignorance!" Casabelos suddenly raised his voice with unquestionable authority, "This is a blessing!"

"This stuff drives a man crazy!" Talbot shouted.

“Only unqualified people will become crazy!” Casabelos suddenly shouted, “The real adaptable people will be able to control this power.”

Sogar and Talbat looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the tent became stagnant again.

“This is your only chance to defeat Carl.” Casabelos lowered his voice and slowly approached the two men, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"No, now we are under the banner of revenge for the Great Khan, and most clans are willing to follow us. The advantage is on our side!" Sogar shouted.

"That's true, but the premise is that you can win! If you keep losing like this, what do you think will happen in the end?" Casabelos shouted in a hoarse voice.

For a moment, the two fell silent again. Indeed, using the death of the Great Khan allowed them to stand on the moral high ground and temporarily gain the support of the clans, but in the final analysis, all these arrangements were just to help them gather the strength to win. If they can't win, then everything is in vain. Maybe everyone is willing to rush with you at the beginning, but if you keep losing, sooner or later, others will feel resentful. No one is willing to follow someone who keeps losing. To put it bluntly, the tribe still respects the strong, and everyone admires the strong. In the end, they will lean towards the winner to get a piece of the pie.

Casabelos looked at the two of them, and then said quietly:

"This potion will not only allow you to defeat Carl, but will also give you enough strength to deal with the orcs and the kingdom. From now on, there will be no more worries in the north, and invading the south will not be a problem."

Talbot's eyes were fixed on the bottle, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he was obviously struggling in his heart.

"But... what about the consequences?" Thorgar asked in a low, hoarse voice, "If they become uncontrollable..."

"I'm here," Casabelos sneered, "I'll teach you how to control them."

Talbat's fists clenched until they made a creaking sound. Finally, he snatched the bottle from Casabelos and said through gritted teeth:

"If this is our only chance..."

Sogar was still hesitant, but looking at Talbat's determined expression, he could only sigh and whispered:

"I hope you're right."

Casabelos nodded with satisfaction: "Don't worry, this will be the beginning of your turning the tide of the battle."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving only the red potion in the center of the tent, emitting a strange light.