Come to another world and become a lord

As the charge horn sounded, Morton saw rows of heavy infantrymen. They were wearing heavy iron armor, the carefully forged armor plates shining with a silver-gray light, and their chests were all decorated with a lion head badge. The lions had bared fangs and claws, and their eyes were like torches, as if they were about to roar.

"That, that's the Lionheart Mercenaries!" someone shouted.

Amid the shouts, they were seen holding spears, forming dense square formations, and marching forward with firm steps. They were like an indestructible iron wall, forcing Morton's army to retreat step by step.

"Shoot, shoot! Don't let them get close!" someone shouted in horror.

The archers raised their bows in panic, but before they could shoot, a dense rain of arrows fell from the sky and shot them down one after another.

Following the direction from which the rain of arrows came, people saw a group of archers wearing dark green leather armor. They wore hoods to hide their faces, and carried feather-decorated quivers. They moved quickly under the cover of the Lionheart Regiment's heavy infantry.

"Then, those are the archers from the Shadow Chaser Guild. Why are they here too?"

"The Lionheart Mercenaries and the Shadow Chaser Guild! How, how is this possible?" Morton looked at everything in disbelief. He muttered to himself, "Why, why would these mercenaries attack us? Who hired them?!"

However, before he could figure it all out, another horn sounded, and this time it was accompanied by the sound of horse hooves. A group of heavily armored cavalrymen galloped towards his army from another direction. These cavalrymen were wearing fur robes, holding black battle axes in their hands, and riding strong and tall white horses.

"Whose troops are these?" Morton roared.

But I heard someone answer from below:

"That's the Wolf of the North, the Wolf of the North mercenary group!"

As they were talking, the enemy cavalry had already crashed into the army formation. Their attacks were accurate and swift, like a pack of wolves hunting on the ice field, launching a deadly surprise attack at a critical moment. Morton's soldiers were completely unable to resist this sudden attack. Many of them were knocked down or directly blown away by the powerful impact before they could resist.

They were as cunning and calm as wolves. After the attack, they did not linger in the battle, but quickly withdrew from the battle. After pulling away for a distance, they reorganized their formation, changed to another direction, and attacked again. They attacked quickly and then quickly withdrew again, not giving the opponent time to counterattack. Each charge left chaos and fear.

At this time, a gorgeous carriage appeared behind the group of mercenaries. In the carriage, President Edmund looked at everything on the battlefield and nodded with satisfaction:

"Well done. I wonder how Morton can be so arrogant this time."

"Hmph, since he doesn't take us seriously, there's no need for us to give him any face." The speaker was the half-elf Emilio who was sitting at the other end, with a smug look on his face.

Katerin, who was sitting next to President Edmund, shook her head and said:

"I didn't expect that. You two usually look quite polite, but I didn't expect you to be so vengeful."

"He showed no mercy when he beat us," Edmund continued.

"Come to think of it, that guy Goswin was the one who shouted the loudest before, but he was the only one who didn't come!" Emilio said this with some dissatisfaction.

But I heard Katerin suddenly say:

"Mr. Goswin? He said he might be late."

Just when Morton's troops were beaten to a pulp, they saw a group of black shadows emerging in the sunlight on the horizon not far away. Are they a group of children? They were short and did not look like adults. However, when they approached, everyone showed a look of horror. They were not children, but dwarf warriors wearing heavy armor, from the Warhammer Castle dwarves. And the leader was the president of the Hammer Trade Group - the dwarf Goswin! The appearance of this group of people was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for Morton and his men.

Then everyone saw Goswin slowly raise the battle axe in his hand and shout:

"Dwarves can die in battle, but not without liquor!"

Then, all the dwarves began to shout the same words over and over again, and quickly joined the battle.

Morton stared at all this in a daze, and then he couldn't help but shout:

"Is it them? Are they crazy? What benefits did Carl give them?"

In his impression, these businessmen have always been profit-driven, and money is more important to them than anything else. But now, in order to rescue Carl, they are willing to spend a lot of money and hire a bunch of mercenaries to fight him. Is this still the Chamber of Commerce in his impression?

"What on earth are they doing this for? Are they bored?" he continued to curse.

At this time, Iren also came to him. Looking at the battle in front of him, he frowned. According to his visual estimation, the enemy's troops were estimated to be around 400 to 500 people. Although they were fewer in number than them, they were all well-known. They were professional soldiers who had been on the battlefield all year round. On the other hand, most of their infantry were just free farmers in the manor. They also provided their own weapons and armor, and the quality was even more uneven. Whether it was equipment or personnel quality, the enemy was far superior to theirs. Even if they were in a head-on battle, they had no chance of winning, not to mention that they were suddenly attacked.

In his opinion, the only thing he could do now was to stabilize the morale of the army, prevent the troops from collapsing, and then gradually retreat. However, the fact was that he was still too naive. As the saying goes, there is no worst, only worse.

While he was still thinking about what to do, a fireball suddenly streaked across the sky, leaving behind a dazzling streak of light and exploding in the array of soldiers closest to Morton. A huge explosion resounded throughout the battlefield, and flames and smoke rose instantly. The shock wave generated by the explosion knocked down nearby soldiers and even threw them into the air. Countless soldiers were engulfed by the fierce flames, and their armor could not withstand the fierce heat wave. The wailing and screams of terror were particularly harsh in the roar of the explosion.

In the chaos, Iren and Morton climbed up with dust all over their faces, then looked in the direction where the fireball came from, and were stunned at the same time:

There, a young girl dressed in exotic styles was standing on an open carriage, protected by several armored soldiers. She was wearing only an exquisite bellyband with a navel exposed, decorated with delicate gold thread and shining gems, and a loose culottes, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, exuding a mysterious and seductive aura. Her feet were bare, with golden anklets wrapped around her ankles. Her face was covered by a layer of gauze, revealing only her eyes, but her beauty could still be seen.

But she began to dance in the limited space of the carriage with light and rhythmic steps. The air around her seemed to tremble, and the magical energy gradually gathered at her fingertips to form a blazing fireball. Under her control, the color of the fireball became darker and darker, from orange to red.

"This is... a wizard?" Morton said blankly, and then turned into an angry scream, "They actually hired a wizard! Why, why on earth is this happening?"

Before he could finish his complaint, another fireball exploded in his army, and the heat wave swept up the screaming soldiers.

When Carl looked out the small window on the stairwell and saw everything outside the city, he realized that he had won the bet. After signing the trade agreement with the four chambers of commerce, he had been threatening them with his life to force them to take action. In the end, he got his reward. He won. They couldn't let go of the perfume and liquor business. They would not watch him die. This was the moment of victory. From then on, Greyburg no longer belonged to Morgan Territory...

The soldiers who were still fighting with them in the stairwell were obviously scared, and when he and Alia rushed down shouting, they almost turned around and ran, with no intention of fighting anymore.

Morton looked at everything in front of him in despair, watching his troops being defeated and fleeing. The situation was hopeless and failure was inevitable. Then he saw Aeron coming to him.

At this time, Aeron was also covered in mud and looked miserable. He supported the bewildered Morton and said:

"We can't go on like this, Lord Morton. We must retreat immediately!"

Retreat, yes, he must retreat immediately. After all, he is the Earl of Morgan County. Even if he fails this time, he is still stronger than Carl. Then he suddenly grabbed Iren’s collar as if he remembered something, and then said:

"You, take your men and stay behind to cover our retreat!"