Throne of the North

"Hahahaha, you can't believe it. The three knight potions I spent so much money on finally allowed me to successfully break through."

"I have fighting spirit, what can you use to fight me?!"

Smiling ferociously, Knight Walter was still thinking of poaching Baron Hatton.

"White, we are old acquaintances. Why don't you come with me? If you follow that loser Hatton, you will never be able to become a noble in your life."

In the distance, Ryan was also a little surprised when he saw the dark fighting spirit appearing on Walter Knight.

"Knight Walter is actually the Bronze Knight?"

"He is a courageous one." He whispered. From a formal knight to a bronze knight, the price Walter paid may not be small, and he may also empty out the knight's collar.

Next to him, Hatton became completely nervous and asked incoherently:

"Ryan, what should we do now? How about we withdraw?"

Ryan ignored Baron Hatton's words and continued to look at the fighting spirit on Knight Walter, and felt relieved after a moment.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hatton. What Walter is practicing is not the Nightmare Knight Breathing Technique of the Grand Duke Meyers family. Even the Bronze Knight is only very powerful."

A formal knight should be able to kill a hundred slaves, but facing a hundred soldiers, he would only die. The gap between low-level knights is not that big.

"But..." Baron Hatton gritted his teeth. No matter how incompetent he was, he didn't want to see the few soldiers in his barony being wasted here.

But the next moment, he opened his eyes and looked more than a hundred meters away.

Brand didn't know when he had appeared in front of Walter. He dropped the iron sword borrowed from Baron Hatton and stabbed Walter heavily with the dagger ground from the stag's antlers.

The fighting spirit was attached and the armor was hard, but at this moment, Walter also showed fear. He felt that Brand's power was even greater than him.

The sharp dagger pierced the armor after a brief period of dullness. Knight Walter grabbed Brand's palm in disbelief, but his strength became weaker and weaker.

He looked at Brand, whose eyes were a little blood red, and vaguely, a roar of a stag came from Walter's mind.

Bang!

The thick knight's armor hit the ground, and a pool of blood flowed from under the armor.

The first person to react was not the knight White next to him, but the soldiers belonging to Walter around him. They were on the outside, but they were blocked by thirty knight attendants from the Tundra Territory, and they couldn't rush in to save themselves. lord.

At this moment, as Knight Walter fell, some soldiers put down their weapons and knelt on the ground in despair. Others did not react and were swarmed and killed by the surrounding soldiers.

"The knight is dead!"

With cries of panic and despair, the entire battlefield came to a halt at an incredible speed.

The serf soldiers on both sides stopped almost at the same time when they heard the sound of the knight's death, even though they did not understand which knight died.

"Dead...dead?"

Baron Hatton's eyes widened, and he saw Walter's fall as he was learning about the knight's strength.

"Hahahahaha!" Hatton laughed, but soon became a little flustered.

He looked at Ryan, "Lian, this..."

Although he would not admit it, in his heart, he also recognized that the Knights of Walter had a noble future. As long as the political struggle within the empire was over, with the strength of the Knights of Walter and Walter himself, a baron would be indispensable. of.

But now, the future baron died here, or in the process of war with his own territory.

Even Lord Hatton couldn't help but feel uneasy, worried that he would be denounced by other nobles.

"What are Mr. Hatton worried about?" Ryan smiled.

"Walter is a pioneer knight, and he can only be a pioneer knight. A pioneer knight died in the war. Who can blame the two of us for this matter? Even the pioneer nobles have died in the past few decades. A lot.”

He emphasized the words we spoke with, and sure enough, Hatton calmed down after hearing this. There is strength in numbers, and this never goes out of style anywhere.

"That's right, Walter is just a pioneer knight. Even the Meyers family can't talk about this matter."

"Yes, that's it. He, Knight Walter, just married a woman from the Meyers family. I, Ryan, am still a descendant of the Clayton family."

Ryan once again gave Hatton confidence.

"Now, should we consider another thing?" Ryan's voice seemed to be the devil's language tempting Baron Hatton.

The latter's breathing also became rapid.

In a war between territories, what will one side do after winning?

It is plundering, plundering everything from the losers, money, women, slaves, all within the scope of plundering.

"Come on, hurry up, let's go to the Walter Knight Territory."

After saying that, Hatton didn't even care about this, and rushed towards the Walter Knights with his men.

The iron mines and the slaves in this war cannot escape or have the ability to escape, but the people led by the Walter Knights cannot say that.

The village led by Knight Walter was closer to the iron mines than Baron Hatton's town. In addition, Hatton and Ryan were so excited that they only brought trainee knights, so they quickly arrived at the village called Rota. place.

Walter gave the village a name, which shows that the other party's ambition is not small.

Rota Village can become the future Rota Town, Rota City.

But now, everything here belongs to Ryan and Hatton.

The soldiers rushed into the village, and Knight White was the first to shout.

"Walter is dead. From now on, everything here belongs to Master Hatton... and Master Lane!"

Some of the villagers who heard this sentence didn't react, but no one dared to question it.

It seems that there is no example of lying on this matter in the entire continent?

Taking the lead, White kicked out Walter's Knight Manor, and soon the whole village was in a state of uproar.

Of course, the two Barons Ryan and Hatton don't have to do it themselves, they just need to wait.

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"Gold Punk, why do you only have so few gold coins?"

Hatton roared, asking the soldiers if they had hidden it themselves.

But soon, all the attention was attracted by two female beast slaves with cats.

Those eyes were almost attached to the bodies of the two female slaves, tearing apart the few clothes.

In short, the final harvest was not as much as the two barons imagined.

There are only seven or eight hundred gold punk coins, placed in a pine box, seven or eight sparkling gems, more than three hundred silver coins, and more than twelve thousand copper coins.

Such a family property is not considered wealthy for a knight who is almost certain to become a baron.

Baron Hatton's horses surpassed these.

"It seems that Walter paid more than we thought in order to become the Bronze Knight."

The so-called wealth is of course not just these. Hatton seems to be more proficient in this than Ryan.

"Tear it down for me! That tree is a winter mist pine. Dig it out for me and bury it in my manor. Also tear down those houses, which are made of oak carved by magic! "

Real estate is also a large part of the wealth of the nobility. If the fields and forests cannot be dug away, Hatton may not let it go.

Apart from these...

Hatton looked at the hundreds of civilians and slaves and waved his hand.

"From now on, you are all my slaves, Master Hatton!"

After hearing this, most people were numb, a few people's expressions changed, and an even smaller number of them walked out with flattering faces.

"Mr. Hatton, our family are all free people. You see, this is our free people's guide."

Hatton didn't even look at it, "Walter robbed my iron ore, and I haven't settled the account with him yet. He owes me thousands of gold coins, and I always have to get it back from this territory."

"If I sell you, I can get my money back."

The civilians who heard this did not panic too much, and their expressions remained flattering. They took out some silver coins from somewhere and presented them to Baron Hatton.

Seeing this scene, Hatton finally laughed.

"It seems that you are indeed civilians."

He ordered the soldiers around him to collect all the silver coins in the box, while the civilians couldn't help but dim their eyes.

Whether free people or slaves is often just a one-sided statement by the nobles, especially the common people in the territory where the lord has died.

The nobles had many ways of exploiting the common people and turning them into slaves.

"You can become free people, and you seem to be quite capable. Do you want to follow Mr. Hatton and live in the barony?"

Hatton asked casually.

Suddenly, a group of people came to seek refuge.

There was no good choice, but many people saw the current situation of the Walter Knights without a master and planned to stay and try to accumulate wealth.

Gold, silver, jewelry, houses and trees, civilians and slaves, everything that could be scratched was all scratched.

After this, Ryan and Hatton could finally divide the spoils.