Come to another world and become a lord

The dust stormed all over the sky, covering the sun. The battlefield was like a chaotic purgatory. The yellow sand and the smell of blood filled the air. The fire in the distance reflected the sky red. Bakhtar stood on a high place, looking down at the melee below with a heavy gaze.

He looked at the soldiers who had lost their minds. They roared, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards Carl's position from all directions like wild animals. Their speed was unbelievable, and their muscular bodies seemed to be able to tear through everything that blocked them. They rushed into the range of the musketeers regardless of their lives, and even rows of bullets piercing their bodies could not stop them from moving forward.

Carl's position was in chaos, and the musketeers were forced to retreat and regroup. Although the artillery was accurate, it was powerless against these violent soldiers. These warriors were not only terrifyingly fast, but also seemed to be completely insensitive to pain. Even if they lost an arm, they could continue to fight.

Noura stood on the high ground of the command position, watching the enemy approaching, her face gradually became solemn. Finally, she took a deep breath, raised her hands, and the breath of ice quickly spread around her body. The sky suddenly darkened, and snow appeared out of thin air, whistling and covering the enemy in front.

The power of ice and snow was instantly apparent. The charging enemies were frozen in place, and a thick layer of ice covered their bodies, locking them in place. With a loud bang, the ice and snow broke apart, and the enemy's offensive was finally curbed. Noura swayed and almost fell, but Carl immediately supported her.

The battle ended because the ice magic stopped Sogar's attack again. Bakhtar stood on a battlefield full of corpses, feeling compassion. He could not imagine that Sogar and Tarbat had turned the tribe's warriors into this. At first, they were fighting under the banner of revenge for the Great Khan. He had no choice, and he really didn't want to see a foreigner like Carl control the tribe. But now everything seems to have changed. These two people have gone crazy. They are so crazy that they can make their warriors infected with madness! Bakhtar's heart twitched.

When he returned to the tent, he saw Sogar and Talbat excitedly discussing the next step of the war, and they didn't seem to care about the dead soldiers.

"You have no guilt at all!" Bakhtar could no longer control his anger. He strode into the tent and shouted, "Those warriors are our brothers and the future of the tribe! And you turned them into monsters!"

Sogar frowned and said coldly:

"Without this kind of power, we would have been defeated by Carl long ago."

"So, for the sake of victory, you can do such a blasphemous thing?" Bakhtar's voice was filled with grief and indignation. "You are blaspheming the glory of the tribe and the souls of the warriors. Such behavior will only destroy the entire tribe!"

"We have to do this to avenge the Great Khan~" Sogar continued.

"Revenge for the Great Khan?" Bakhtar snorted coldly. "But I still can't figure out why Karl wanted to harm the Great Khan. It doesn't make sense either morally or logically."

"Are you questioning this, Bakhtar? Don't forget, it was the woman under Karl who killed the Great Khan. Many guards saw it at the time," Sogar shouted.

"They only saw the woman's sword stuck in the Great Khan's body, but no one saw who did it. Moreover, Princess Noura is now on the other side. Do you also want to doubt Her Royal Highness?"

"That's enough!" Talbat interrupted. "Now is not the time for internal strife. The war has already started. Bakhtar, you and we are already in the same boat. If we can't win this war, then we will all become traitors."

"Well..." Bakhtar glared at the two men with his fists clenched, but finally sighed and left angrily.

Looking at the sound of the latter leaving, Talbat suddenly asked:

"Will he betray us?"

"No," Sogar replied.

"Are you sure?" Talbot asked.

Sogar let out a long breath and replied word by word: "After all, he also hates Karl."

Meanwhile, in Carl's camp, Noura sat on a chair, her face pale, her hair had turned from blond back to black. Just like last time, this was caused by overuse of magic, and now Noura has temporarily lost her magic and turned back into a normal girl.

"You've overexerted yourself again. It was the same thing last time." Carl said with some heartache.

Noura smiled bitterly:

"If we don't do this, we won't be able to stop them."

Karl nodded, looking serious:

"They actually started spreading madness. Sure enough, this is related to Casabelos."

"And there's nothing we can do," Noura whispered, with a hint of frustration.

Carl sighed deeply. Indeed, when the other side began to use madness, the situation was reversed. Although he had muskets and artillery, the number gap was too large. Now he only had a princess's guard, and the other side had half a tribe's army. Even without madness, ammunition supply would become a problem in the long run. Failure is just a matter of time. What should he do now? He was even a little confused. He had never thought about these things, nor had he made any preparations. When he came to build the city wall at the request of Nura, he simply thought it was a simple project that would benefit both sides. Who would have thought that so many things would happen after coming to the north. Even the Great Khan died, and the other side blamed him for it.

And finally they are almost at the end of their rope, what should they do next?

"Retreat~" he suddenly said to Nura, "while we still have the fighting power."

Noura looked up at him in surprise:

"If we give up our defense and are discovered, the enemy will definitely pursue us... We can't outrun them, they are all cavalry."

But I heard Carl say:

"We can leave at night, and don't use artillery or anything like that. We can all ride lightly... retreat to Rickburg, you come with me..."

"I, I am the princess of the tribe. You want me to go to the kingdom?" Nura looked confused.

"There is nothing we can do about it..."

While the two were discussing, they suddenly received a report from the servant: Alma, the leader of the Egret Clan, was visiting.

For a moment, hope appeared on Carl's face again:

"Hurry up and meet them!" he shouted.

Alma, dressed in a white robe and with a dignified look, walked into the tent with steady steps.

"Sister Alma." Noura stood up to greet her.

Alma nodded slightly and said straight to the point:

"When I came here, I heard that your recent battle was not going well. Your Highness the Princess even used storm magic for this?"

"The situation is indeed not optimistic..." Karl sighed helplessly.

"Well~ This can't be heard by our allies, otherwise it will be bad." Alma held her chin with one hand and said thoughtfully.

"Ally?" Carl looked confused.

But Alma smiled and continued, "Yes, although I have remained neutral, I have not been idle. I have privately contacted many clans that are dissatisfied with Sogar and Talbat. There are the Blue Wolf Clan, the Red Flame Clan, and the Shadow Snake Clan. Thanks to your successive victories in recent times, these people are now eager to try."

"Great!" Noura shouted excitedly, "I knew you would help us, Sister Alma."

However, I heard Alma change the subject and say:

"But after all, Sogar and his men are claiming to avenge the Great Khan. Even if these people are dissatisfied, they dare not openly oppose it unless someone can give them a more suitable reason."

"A suitable reason?" Carl looked doubtful.

"Yes," Alma replied, "How about the new Great Khan calling on all tribes to fight against the rebels?"

Carl and Noura looked at each other. Carl frowned and said:

"The new Great Khan? Who is that?"

Alma nodded and continued:

"Of course, Her Royal Highness's husband, Lord Karl, as long as you marry the princess, you can legitimately succeed to the throne of the Great Khan."

"Wait, you want me to be the new Great Khan?" Karl said with a wry smile, "But I am still the murderer of the Great Khan in their mouths..."

Alma smiled at this time:

"How many people do you think will really believe this? We are not fools. Now we are competing for two things: one is who can win, and the other is who is more righteous. In terms of winning, everyone is optimistic about you for now. As for righteousness... as long as Her Royal Highness the Princess stands on your side, your legitimacy will always surpass theirs. When the time comes, you will just have to throw the dirty water back, and everyone will gladly accept it. The prerequisite is that you have to succeed to the throne..."

"So, this is the only way." Carl turned his head and looked at Noura, whose face was slightly red, and she lowered her head without saying anything.

But I heard Alma continue:

"But this is not enough. We also need to find Arya and punish the Great Khan's killer. We must also avenge the Great Khan, so that we can win the support of the clan."

Karl pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: “I understand.”

In the dead of night, Carl stood alone outside the tent, looking up at the starry night sky. He suddenly called out in a low voice: "Isabel, I need your help."

The wind suddenly turned cold, and a tall figure emerged from the shadows. It was Isabel, the female vampire, wearing a black robe, with a cold and mysterious face.

“Karl,” she whispered, her voice as low as the night wind, “you finally need me.”

"Alia is missing, and I need you to find her," Carl said bluntly.

Isabel smiled: "I will find her, but you know, it will cost a price."

"As long as we can find her, everything will be fine." Carl answered firmly.

Two days later, Isabel brought back the news.

"Alia has infiltrated Thorgar's camp," she said.

Karl was shocked: “What is she going to do?”

"Kill Casabelos." Isabel said lightly.