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Chapter 14 Migration

After a night of tossing and turning, Haidayar issued the order to retreat early the next morning.

If he stayed, he would just wait to die. Although he didn't know the saying that if people lose their land, everyone will gain, but he still knew a little bit about the truth.

Since then, the entire fortress has become lively. The soldiers, while calling their children and daughters, began to organize equipment and supplies and prepare for a long journey.

Yesterday, they resisted the enemy's attack from the front and knew that they and their comrades around them could not hold on to the Herus Fortress.

Not to mention anything else, no one could resist that demon-like figure, and Olaf Yar couldn't even hold on for a single round.

Without the help of Captain Allen, this would be a hopeless battle.

According to this situation, as time goes by, the outcome they will encounter is nothing more than becoming prisoners and dying on the spot.

So leaving here at this time is a good choice for these soldiers.

However, most civilians cannot leave their homeland. They have lived in this place for several lifetimes and cultivated the land for countless years. Their fathers and grandfathers now want to leave, which is unacceptable for a while.

At the moment, there is still plenty of time, and Haidayar does not want to leave his subjects to the dark sect. Who knows whether they will become cultists wielding knives at him in the future.

At the beginning, Haidayar sent several teams of attendants and summoned elders from various places and older people with higher reputations, asking them to announce this matter and make sure that the villagers were ready to leave as soon as possible.

However, the effect was not very good. There were conflicts, quarrels, and even ax fights. The migration made no progress at all.

It must be said that toughness is a gene engraved in the bones of the Nords.

After two days of delay, Haidayar, who saw something was wrong, finally sent out the army. In this matter, swords and whips were far more effective than words and orders.

Amidst the sounds of crying and lamentation, the Nords near the Herus Fortress finally began to flee towards the west in batches.

Of course, there were also a small number of people who were unwilling to leave and hid with their families, hoping to escape the lord's soldiers. In the eyes of these people, no matter who was ruling, as long as they paid taxes and obeyed, there was always a way.

A way to survive.

During the entire migration process, Jormungund and the army he led performed extremely well, as if they were not invading enemies, but nobles from neighboring countries who came to hunt.

Not only was there no sign of siege, but there were also very few necessary actions such as reconnaissance. Only a few light riders would come around every morning to see if there were any guards on the gate of the Herus Fortress to confirm.

He ran away immediately after that, without missing a moment.

Seeing the enemy's lackluster performance, Allen even wanted to launch a night attack to give the enemy a surprise before leaving.

This is completely possible. With an extremely elite group of soldiers, you can reach the vicinity of the Dark Sect's camp silently through the path in the northern hills.

After some careful investigation, Allen gave up this plan. It was obvious that the other party was playing a trick on him that seemed to be loose but actually had tight defense.

The brightly lit camp, the tight guards, and the countless soldiers patrolling the camp all showed that the other side was well prepared to deal with any surprises.

Under such circumstances, Allen naturally gave up the plan of a sneak attack. Even Dantès's suggestion of cutting off the opponent's supplies was rejected by him. Time was too short and he couldn't run far. Haidayal would probably do it.

Ready to evacuate.

The most important thing at the moment is to hurry up and leave here. For other things, if you have the opportunity, of course it is good. If you don't have the opportunity, there is no need to force it.

In fact, Jormungund, who seemed reckless but was actually careful, had already made up his mind to wait for reinforcements. He even guessed the possibility that the Nords would withdraw, and was ready to take advantage of it.

Anyway, his mission is just to capture the Herus Fortress and prevent the castle's defenders from becoming a stumbling block for the Dark Sect to engulf the Nordic Kingdom.

As for whether he defeated it personally or occupied an empty city, it made no difference to Jormungund, and no one could fault him.

Now, all he has to do is wait.

Until one cold and windy morning, a few light cavalry in black armor appeared at the foot of the hillside. They came to the east gate of the Herus Fortress again, poking their heads to check the situation on the city wall.

At this time in the past, any Nord who saw them would curse a few words at the top of their lungs, starting with "I will use your skull as a bowl", "Tear off your ribs, pull out your rotten lungs,

Execution of bloody punishment." as the end.

Of course, there are countless dirty words mixed in.

However, this morning was very different. It was a bit scary and deserted. Even the flags that once fluttered in the wind on the city wall were gone.

Seeing such a strange scene, the few light cavalry exploring the path did not dare to act rashly, so they had to return immediately and report it to Yormungande who was eating and drinking. His cultivation method was very special and he needed to supplement a lot of food regularly.

At this moment, when he heard that there were no defenders in the Horus Fortress, Jormungund burst into laughter. This was exactly what he wanted to see, otherwise he would go crazy and destroy several large armies.

He told the other party the truth.

"Boss, do we want to chase him? If we just watch him leave, the high priest will blame him."

The boy next to him, who was having a hard time thinking, had a look of anxiety on his face. He seemed to feel that it was not appropriate to let him go, so he asked.

Who would have thought that Yormungunde would slap the younger brother who was speaking to the ground with a slap, and even cursed and lectured him.

"Are you fucking crazy or stupid? If you want to chase me, you can chase me alone and see if you will be electrocuted into charcoal. I can't fucking handle it. Who are you to chase me?"

Chasing an egg.”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! While cursing, he kicked me in anger.

With a "clang" sound, the little brother who had been kicked on the breastplate flew far away, then stood up with an indifferent expression, and then came to Jormungand's side and laughed.

"What the boss said is that I really can't handle the lightning. They can go well on their own."

Only then did Yormungunde nodded with satisfaction and ordered: "Pass my order and send a few teams of Nords who have just defected to us to enter the castle to investigate to see if the enemy is playing any tricks and destroying the warehouse.

, wells, and houses by the road, take a careful look at them. Don't let the enemy set them on fire or poison them. Go quickly."

"yes."

The younger brother who had just been kicked took the order and walked out of the camp, while Jormungunde picked up the wine glass beside him and drank heavily.

There was no need to risk death to capture the fortress, which was a gratifying thing for him.

On the other side of the Herus Fortress, Allen had just led his men to deal with a group of pirates. This was already the seventh wave.

Due to the attack of the Dark Sect, the surrounding situation has become completely chaotic. Even these scum who have been seeking a life on the beach have been driven inland.

This is also something that can't be helped.

If you are caught by the lord of the Kingdom of Nord, if you don't die on the spot, you will at most be sold around by human traffickers. If you are lucky enough to meet a lord who lacks troops, you may be able to transform yourself into a regular soldier and live a fairly decent life.

If you are caught by the Dark Sect during the process of burning, killing and looting, then there is only one way left, and you will be burned to death and sacrificed to the God of Darkness.

This is much more painful than beheading or hanging. The flames scorch the thin skin, ignite the fat bit by bit, and slowly dry out the blood in the body while burning violently. It makes people shudder when listening to it.

Normally, this group of cultists would even sacrifice civilians when needed, not to mention bandits like them, burning them would have no psychological burden at all.

Therefore, the pirates who were worried about being sacrificed had to leave their familiar areas and go inland to make a living.

At this time, Haidayal led the migration team and pulled out a long straight line on the relatively flat road of the Kingdom of Nord. In the team were villagers carrying large and small bags, as well as carriages full of supplies.

, naturally became the target of some desperadoes.

It's winter, and if they can't find enough supplies to survive the winter before the arrival of the cruelest month, even these strong pirates will not be able to escape the fate of dying in the cold wind.

In comparison, the guards holding sharp axes looked much more "amiable".

The pirates, who were in groups of more than a dozen or dozens of people, caused huge trouble to Haidayar. If he had the troops in his hands to fight these bandits in a decisive battle, he would definitely be able to win.

But in the face of this multi-point situation, the troops in his hands are somewhat stretched. The most important thing is that many of the newly recruited recruits cannot defeat the pirates who have rich experience in robbery and are fierce and cruel.

In the end, the young noble had to turn to Allen for help, because the subjects were his subjects, and Allen was Ragnar's mercenary. There was no affiliation between the two parties, and they could only be regarded as colleagues at most.

And from the bottom of his heart, he didn't dare to trouble the mercenary who was at the rear. He always had a fear in his heart for the leader who could release thunder and fire. At the same time, he felt a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't think of it.

Where did this feeling come from?

This is indeed the case. Dealing with the Dark Cult's army is a matter of course for Allen, because he promised Ragnar, but it is not his job to protect the migrating civilians.

This responsibility does not come with corresponding rights.

If he happens to encounter pirates plundering, Allen will definitely take action. Otherwise, he will not take the initiative to increase the patrol scope of his men.

In Calradia, if there is no name, many seemingly right good deeds cannot be done, because it will offend the interests of other people, especially the nobles who regard the people as family property.

However, when Haidayal came to the door, Allen happily agreed to the other party's request, without even mentioning anything about the cost.

This made Haidayar admire Allen even more despite being afraid. The leader of the mercenary army could not be obsessed with gold, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Because the migration team was too long, Allen divided his horse-equipped free knights, mercenary knights, and bounty hunters into several hundred-man teams, letting them patrol the entire team continuously.

Distribute all the objects in the team that can make noise, such as drums, horns, and broken iron pots, so that when the villagers are attacked, try to make enough noise so that the cavalry can quickly support them.

Since then, the team has become lively, with all kinds of strange and weird noises happening almost every day, and the sound of galloping horses coming and going.

In less than a month, Allen and his cavalry cleared out no less than twenty waves of pirates. Blood and corpses were paved along the east-west avenue of the Kingdom of Nord, and also gave way to wild wolves in the forest.

The dogs were provided with enough food to survive the winter.

And the most powerful scout under Allen's command, that is, Mo Mocha, has been leading an elite team to pay attention to the direction of the Herus Fortress, in case Joomungande suddenly leads his army to kill. There are too many civilians in the team.

, the team moved extremely slowly.

Fortunately, there were no pursuers behind them, but unfortunate things happened one after another. Their destination, Sargos, had been completely surrounded by the army of the Dark Cult.

Looking at the black flag embroidered with a silver bow, Allen immediately guessed that the team on the other side was the witch Hel's team.

"Captain Allen, it is impossible to enter Sargos at this time. The opponent's troops are too many, and it seems that even if you enter, you will not be able to escape the destruction of the city.

In the end, it is obvious that our King Ragnar has lost this game of power and the Dark Cult has won, so what should we do next?"

After more than a month of marching, Haidayal, who had to take care of many affairs, was very haggard. His troubled face, bloodshot eyes, and mouth with ulcers all showed that this young nobleman had been pushed to the limit by the situation.

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Now that he saw Sargos being surrounded, he was already at a loss and began to ask Allen, the mercenary leader, for advice on what to do.

"Since it is meaningless to go to Sargos, the team can continue to the west and find a way to cross the Yu River. I have a good relationship with Count Arassis of Zenda, and we can buy some supplies there. After taking a rest,

We continue to Wocheze, which is across a large river from Sargos and far enough away that we can wait for further changes in the situation."

Allen didn't believe that after the fall of Nord's Sargos, Haraus and Yarogerk could still watch the nobles argue from the throne.

In the end, Hedayar nodded helplessly as he looked at the map. He had no good choice. In half a year, just half a year, most of the entire Kingdom of Nord was captured by the enemy.

Unless he takes everyone to defect to Wikiya or Ruidian now, staying in the car is already the best choice at the moment.


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