I don’t know how many laps I ran. I only know that when I heard the deafening sound of horse hooves and the cheers of the soldiers, I was really about to die. I was almost exhausted.
The elf magicians released the levitation technique on me, making me float up. I couldn't help but watch as they untied my gloves, without even having the strength to say a word.
I looked down and saw that reinforcements from the Pota Empire had finally arrived. Tens of thousands of brightly-armored heavy cavalry lined up and began to attack. There were so many of them, they were certainly qualified to ravage the remaining monsters.
I was placed in front of a small platform on top of the altar, and Fichet held my head. He asked me what I wanted. I was dying of thirst, but I couldn't say a word.
After the magic expired, the body felt overwhelmingly tired, the bones were swollen and itchy, and the muscles ached as if someone had poisoned you. If you could hold on without moaning, you would be considered a tough guy.
The female general came over, looked at my white and chapped lips, reached out and took out a water bag from my waist. She took off my helmet, wetted my lips with water first, and then gave me sips to drink.
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My eyes looked at her blankly.
"I admit that you are a brave and powerful governor..." she said in my ear: "But this still cannot change my earlier view of you."
"Cohen!" Grandpa Martin came up and ran to me in a few steps: "You're not hurt!"
"Not hurt." Jack said, "I just can't speak!"
"It's okay, it's a side effect of excessive use of magic..." Grandpa Martin patted my stiff face: "You'll be fine if you rest more!"
I looked at Grandpa Martin deeply with my eyes, and then turned in the direction of Fichet.
"You rest, I understand." Grandpa Martin said, "Leave everything to me!"
Hearing what he said, I tilted my head...and fell asleep.
I had a really comfortable sleep this time. When I woke up, I was already on my way back to my country. Except that my body was still a little weak, everything was going well.
The team was marching slowly, and they also prepared a comfortable carriage for me, which the idiot prince used to ride in, and now it belongs to me.
I asked someone to lift the curtain of the carriage, and while admiring the scenery outside, someone was rubbing my stiff body. They were already doing this while I was sleeping.
"Hey, hey, hey..." I shouted to the female general passing by on horseback: "How about we come up and have a chat?"
She tilted her helmeted head, made a dismissive gesture, and rode away...
"Haha! Do you know how powerful it is?" Fichet's voice sounded: "I'll accompany you!"
He jumped from his horse onto the carriage, and as he walked in, he asked someone to lower the curtain.
"You're awake!" Fichet sat down next to me: "The conditions are not bad!"
"Just so-so..." I said.
"You guy..." Fichet shook his head: "After you exert your strength, you must have something corresponding..."
"It's good to know." I said, "Who arranged this carriage? It's very popular!"
"The temple!" He answered me with a smile: "Those white-robed priests."
This is beyond my expectation! When did these idiots become smart?
"I didn't expect it!" Fichet continued: "That's not all. There is a guy who has been following us all the way. He wants to award you a lot of medals and titles that can crush you to death in the Holy City..."
"Ah?" I opened my mouth wide: "Why?"
"Because you saved their lives." Fichet said: "In addition, we both got an invitation from the Temple of Light."
"You mean..." I blinked: "We are going to Paradise Island?"
"Yes! But before that we have to go back to the Holy Capital first." Fichet said: "Go back and put the agreement in place first."
"So." I asked Fichet: "Where is our army?"
"The soldiers accompanying us had almost no casualties." Fichet said: "Others..."
"How about it?"
"There are still about two hundred people in the Riva Empire's army, and the Pota army is gone! That general, the one named Paul Paule, was beheaded on the spot..."
"Then how many monsters have we killed?"
"I don't know." Fichet shook his head and said: "Anyway, the corpses of various monsters are spread all over the plain, chopped into pieces, burned into coke, trampled into pancakes...even places dozens of miles away.
Smell the stench. By the way, the sickle beast you dragged to death was the king of beasts. No wonder there were so many monsters chasing you at that time."
"Haha!" I smiled.
"Later, the 20,000 heavy cavalry simply overturned the lair of the monsters." Fichet gestured with his hands: "With the support of the magician, the crypt was demolished, the remaining monsters were killed, and then the crypt was blocked...
…A huge project!”
"It's really good." I said with a smile: "I don't think this place can be used for trials anymore."
At night, when I arrived at the camp, I took a walk in the company of everyone.
"Boss, do you know?" Jack said: "We have made money again! The Bota Empire lost us 8,000 horses, all of which have particularly good endurance!"
"Really?" I said, "How could they give up?"
"It's only eight thousand horses." Fichet said: "It is insignificant compared to their prince."
"Be sure to take good care of it!" I said to Jack: "Select the best ones and keep them for stud!"
"I know!" Jack said with a smile: "This is what the boss paid for with his life. But speaking of it, boss, you are not very handsome when you drag that old immortal monster..."
"Fuck you." I smiled and said, "You want me to do it again?"
While I was laughing and joking, I saw a little black thing on the side of the path.
"Jack, go and see what that is." I pointed to the roadside: "Be careful."
Jack ran over and soon picked up a small animal.
"Boss, look," he said, "It's something that looks like a horse. It's black and it's about to die!"
I took it over and took a look. This little guy indeed looked like a newborn foal. In addition to being all black, there was also a hard bump on the top of his head. The only characteristic was that he was extremely ugly! He looked sickly.
And also stunted.
"Forget it, Cohen." Fichet said to me: "Although the color looks more suitable for you, it is almost dead..."
"No, I want to keep it." I untied my robe and wrapped it around its small body: "I will save it."
"Stop being stubborn." Fishette said, "Cohen, you don't have any milk to feed it."
"I didn't." I walked towards my room without looking back: "You guys think of a way for me!"
It was not a whim, but after I had just experienced a brutal killing... I always felt that life should be treated kindly, not to mention that this little thing looked so fragile. As if I could save it, I could forget about being in the temple, in the temple.
All the unhappy things that happened under that altar were a psychological compensation for myself.
I named it "Little Crow", but Fichet's many protests were rejected by me.
There is only one advantage of being the boss, and that is that after you make a decision, you can sit back and watch many people working on it for you.
I called the magician to treat the little crow, and his carefulness caused the female general to pay attention to me many times, and finally gave me four words - "Playing with things makes you lose your mind!"
I send people out every day to catch animals, no matter their size, as long as they have milk. The wet nurse who is caught has only one fate: to be hung upside down in my carriage to feed the little crow, and the last drop of milk will not be squeezed out.
There will be no freedom.
Because of this, I was scolded as a "pervert" by the female general. Am I more outrageous than her idiot prince? No! Forget it, I am a grown man and even the Scythe Beast King was dragged to death by me. With her,
What do women have to care about?
By the time we arrived at the border of the Sbia Empire, I had raised the little crow to be fat and strong, and its black fur was shining in the sun. It could already run behind my carriage. It made Fichet and others shout, "It's a pity."
.Hehe, do you regret it now? It’s too late!
Although I had a large carriage and a dozen maids who belonged to me along with the carriage, as soon as I entered the country of Sbia, I still got on the horse.
Firstly, I can play with the little crow, and secondly, I still like to ride a horse and be with my brothers.
After meeting the cavalry waiting for us at the border, we headed towards the Holy Capital.
The fame of me and my Dark Army became a household name overnight, and I wasn't surprised at all - after all! I was a celebrity before.
Even the cavalry who escorted us to the Holy Capital felt very proud on their faces. After all, they were considered one of them! But, they looked at me a little strangely, as if they were a little afraid of me...
On the day we arrived in the Holy Capital, the streets were basically deserted. Everyone ran to the streets to see the neat appearance of their country's army. They all wanted to see the guy who only knew how to fight at the city gate a while ago, but is now a hero.
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Of course, I will not forget to take a look at His Royal Highness Prince Fichet, whose face is a hundred times more beautiful than the seven-color flower, and whose temperament is so elegant that even the high priest of the Holy City Temple cannot compare.
I was confused by the noise along the way, and finally arrived at the palace. I was told that His Majesty and his wife, as well as the Dark Moon Governor and his wife, were waiting to see us in the back garden.
"Your Majesty said." This is indeed what the chamberlain said: "Come in when the two little guys are crazy enough."
Basically, this meeting was very harmonious, except that my mother also criticized my dress.
"You're right," my mother said, "Why are you dressed like this? You're as dark as...like...I don't even know how to describe you!"
"Don't listen to your mother." Your Majesty understands me: "Wear whatever you like, as long as your buttocks are bare!"
"What are you talking about!" Aunt Nasher glanced at His Majesty: "Teaching children indiscriminately!"
"Okay, okay." His Majesty smiled: "Actually, I came to you two today because I have something to tell you face to face."
"Both of us?" I pointed at myself.
"What's the matter?" Fichet didn't understand either.
"It's something you haven't noticed yet," my father said, "but it will be very important to you in the future!" Fichet and I still don't understand.
"You should still remember that I once told you." His Majesty pointed to his father and said: "The situation between you two is just like when we were young, except that our personalities have been reversed."
Fichet and I nodded.
"So, here comes the problem, personality and status are not commensurate." His Majesty said: "Why do we maintain such a good relationship? That's because Weisu and I have complementary personalities. I am public, he is reserved, and I am extroverted.
, he is introverted, I dare to challenge, he is thorough and meticulous..."
We still nodded.
"This is nature, a character we are born with." Aunt Nasher said, "No one can change it." We both nodded like fools.
"So, I am destined to always be in the limelight." His Majesty finally said the key point: "As for Weisu, he stays quiet most of the time. Fichet, you have to think about whether you can be in the position of a prince or even a king...
...Can you tolerate a minister who is more popular than yourself? Can you tolerate a friend who is more famous than yourself?"
"Yes!" Fichet blurted out: "I can do it!"
"Why?" Everyone was shocked, even me. I didn't expect such a serious matter, let alone that Fichet answered His Majesty without thinking.
"I...I...I..." Fichet held back tears and said, "I just want to think about what he did on the altar of the temple...I'm not angry at all! Haha! Hahaha!"
"What happened on the altar?" His Majesty was puzzled: "Isn't it him who dragged the King of Warcraft to death?"
It seems that His Majesty does not know much about this matter.
After Fichet's detailed explanation, I finally understood why the cavalry looked at me strangely along the way.
They all regard me as a pervert. It is rumored that no matter what I hit, I must hit that place first, and every time I hit, I will hit, hit will break, and whoever breaks will die...
He also said that I have the habit of beating my opponents until they are half dead and then apologizing to them. If the other party does not accept it, I will personally drag them to death on the ground...
I don’t know what’s so funny about this. Anyway, His Majesty and his wife were staggering with laughter, my parents were laughing so hard that they couldn’t breathe, and the two maids who were standing next to them fell into the small pool...
"Okay, okay, I just want you to think about this issue carefully when you have free time." His Majesty waved his hand and said: "Stop talking, you go down and prepare for going to Paradise Island... It seems that you two and us
In comparison, the situation is not the same..."
They laughed very hard.
After walking around a corner, I asked Fichet fiercely.
"Where did you hear that?" I asked, "Or were these words just what you said?"
"I didn't..." Fichet said with a smile: "That's what everyone says now anyway."
"I fainted..." I fell on Fichet: "You carry me and go!"
"What are you doing? Come down!"
"Didn't you say you don't care?"
"That's about your fame and popularity." Fischette said, "It's not about your weight!"
"Almost!" I lied: "Why divide it so finely..."
"Come down, you pervert!"
"No!"
"You really can't come down?"
"Um!"
"I threw you into the pool, would you believe it?"
"Do not believe……"
As a result, the two fell into the pool together.
The next day, Fichet and I were awarded a lot of medals at the Holy Capital Temple, and ribbons of various lengths hung on our bodies, like clowns.
I, Fischette, was awarded the Temple's Medal of Courage, Medal of Constancy, and Medal of Devotion.
Fichet has one more Distinguished Royal Order than me.
Geert, Moya and Jack only have one Medal of Courage each, but according to people, it is unprecedented for such a young officer to receive the Temple Medal, and the three of them also belong to the same provincial army at the same time.
Both the Pota Empire and the Riva Empire gave me a count, and gave me a fief in a very formal manner. Although it was a bit symbolic, the place was not very small, and they also gave me an advance.
A year's worth of harvest.
At my request, the priest of the temple also agreed to help me replace the land given to me by the two empires into a whole piece, and the location is close to my country, making it easier for me to manage.
This is no joke. If I were not a celebrity now, I would be beaten down if I made such excessive demands. But who made me a celebrity now?
His Majesty also announced that my noble title will be promoted to the third earl from now on. He was not promoted to Fichet, and Fichet usurped the throne if he was promoted again.
I really made a lot of money this time...
"About the title awarded by the temple... please forgive me that I cannot grant it now." A priest announced in public: "Because there is news from the Temple of Light, the two will be awarded by a priest with a higher status while they are guests on Paradise Island!"
I took a day off, because it took a long time to go to Paradise Island, and I had to continue to worry about the development of the Dark Province.
After issuing dozens of commands in one go, I felt that it was almost done.
I set off with my people, this time I only took the Guards Regiment. My Guards Regiment was expanded to 300 people. They were of all races, including magicians, archers, and outstanding warriors. Except for the one on their faces,
They are proud and unruly, they have nothing in common.
Can you imagine? The slender elves now look fierce, the humble sand people have a confident look, the dwarves want to show that they are bigger than others, the orcs think they have a sense of humor, and there are other weirder things.
Not much to say...but I am very happy that my army is growing and the soldiers are striving to pursue things that they did not have before.
Although they look a little chaotic and a little manic like this, I will guide them in the right direction.
This time we followed the trade route, which was smooth and fast. And because we were guests of the Temple of Light, we were accompanied by the high priests of various temples on the way. The armies of all the countries we passed along the way did not even dare to ask questions.
I actually wanted to cause some trouble on the road so that I could find a chance to see if the medal hanging on my body could kill someone, but Fichet severely stopped me from this idea.
"In that case," he said, "people will say you are a big fool."
I think he's right.
As we walked towards Paradise Island, the weather got colder and colder, so much so that we had to put on thick robes.
When passing an ice field, the local high priest gave us some expensive-looking leather robes, allowing each of us to wear one to protect ourselves from the severe cold. The soldiers also received enough warm clothing.
Finally, after walking for more than a month, we arrived.
In a huge temple square, a circular magic circle is shining, waiting for us to enter. (To be continued)