Chaos Crown

Chapter 124, Salian Tribulation (Second update!)
PS: Work hard to code the second update, the Shura field is temporarily over, and the main line is next, rush~
The valley calendar is in late December 1360, just one day before Midwinter Festival.

Guangze, as always, was frozen by flying snow.

Guangze is located in the easternmost part of the land of Cormyr. This swamp area forms the border between Cormyr and Sambia. Neither side wants to clear it, and both will only face it when the monsters inside invade the territory.

This area has always been very unpleasant. Many areas are virgin forests and primitive swamps.

To make matters worse, the Great Swamp is home to gnolls, hobgoblins, lizardfolk, and trolls, and the swamp is also known for being home to a few little black dragons, a mad beholder or two, will-o'-the-wisps, and other oddities .

In the country, wild beasts cannot be provoked casually. I believe most adventurers have a deep understanding of this. When a nobleman intends to conquer an area and become his fiefdom, he often thinks about three issues. .

One, am I ready to fight against alien races for tens of hundreds of years, and to fight bloody battles for generations to prove to everyone that I am the owner of this land?
Second, have I made up my mind to invest in resource costs, manpower and material resources for three to five consecutive generations regardless of the cost, and then prepare to wait for a few more generations to slowly recover the cost?
Three, I do well. If I focus all my attention on territory development, public security warfare, and follow-up investment, the original territory will lose attention and control, and it may be overthrown, encounter risks, or be counterattacked by monsters. In the end, it may be lost. Are you ready for the old collar?

If the answers to these three are "Yes, I'm ready", then the nobles in the kingdom can prepare to open a new territory.

Unfortunately, Guangze is a place with countless troubles but no benefits at all. Therefore, both Cormier and Zambia regard Guangze as a "military buffer zone". Not even interested.

This might be the least visited place in Cormyr.

This is also where the former Salian family was exiled.

After Aaron's grandfather, Earl Salian, fled the battle and made the whole kingdom furious, except for the purple dragon knight Manuel Salian, his wife Elizabeth and son Aaron Salian, because they were not there, King Asan IV was very moved. Manuel had served as an attendant for many years and did not participate in this great defeat. After being pardoned and allowed to inherit the Viscount, all the remaining Salian tribesmen were exiled here.

Their fate is very tragic. Exile is generally considered to be a major punishment next to the death penalty, especially the felony of the Salian family. Asan IV sentenced them to hard labor, fishing and hunting for a living, and serving them as slaves of the local army. Under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Kayneth and Ireland.

This may be difficult to understand. To use an analogy that everyone understands, it is "sent to Ninggu Pagoda, and slaves to armored men."

The humidity is extremely heavy, the summer is hot and humid, the winter is cold and snowy, and the autumn is full of mosquitoes. They have to hand in enough supplies to the border guards every year and do hard labor. Moreover, the supplies are extremely scarce, and materials such as bedding, oil and salt can last a long time. Can be transported in a trip.

One-third of the Salians died in less than two years of exile.

Fortunately, there are not only some border troops in the exiled land, but also a monk monastery. Many monks in the monastery are believers of the Silver Virgin Suren, and the Salian family has revered the Silver Virgin for generations. The monk occasionally gave these tribesmen some meat and cheese, secretly of course.

In this way, a full ten years passed, and the Salian family waited in despair, waiting for the king to forgive them.

The king's amnesty order did not come, but the news of Yasan IV's death came.

Also, the rise of Aaron Salian.

The rise of Aaron gave hope to the Salian tribe in Guangze, especially after Duke Kayneth returned to Suzar, his attitude towards this group of desolate nobles who had been exiled for 10 years has improved. , the Duke restrained his soldiers not to insult them.

After all, down-and-out nobles are the butt of jokes all over the world.

As Aaron became more and more famous, the Duke of Kayneth continued to reduce their annual supply quota and sent people to send winter clothes. Meat, use the brazier for heating.

"I knew Manuel's child was promising!"

"Aaron, I saw him when he was three years old, and I knew this kid was the savior of our family!"

"When will this kid take us back to Suzar?"

Some people have already begun to dream about returning to Suzal to live a noble life again, and some even think that the title of title should not come back, but the Salian House in Suzal is our family's ancestral property, why should the Aaron family occupy it?With such a good mansion, it is no problem for 20 people to live there.

At the remarks of these elders, Maximian Salian (who has been stripped of his surname) just shook his head.

Maximian is theoretically Aaron Salian's cousin. His father, Carlos, is theoretically the first heir to the Earl of Salian, and he is Carlos' eldest son.

Maximian has a solid body and streamlined muscles all over his body. Years of weather and frost have made him look 23 years old when he is only 33 years old, but he can vaguely see the shadow of a handsome and noble son back then. From an excellent heir who has been carefully cultivated to A weather-beaten youth, Maximian has experienced too much in these years.

Since being exiled to Guangze, Maximian also experienced countless tortures.

But the family did not give up on him. As the eldest grandson, Maximian was placed the most hope. The clan managed to send him to a nearby monk monastery, making Maximian give up his career as a warrior and rebuild to become a monk.

Sword Saint Sect monk!
This is also helpless. After all, only monks hardly need any resources, and only pay attention to the training of "mind, body, and skills". Through strict discipline and solid training, monks can also embark on the road of being strong.

This is one of the hardest career paths.

Maximian has no choice. To some extent, he carries the hope of the whole family.

Today, the midwinter festival is approaching, and the exiled clansmen gathered together. There were more than 20 men in total. They ate hot pot around a large wooden table in the middle. In Chang's mind, how to return to Suzal decently, how to negotiate with Aaron, let him take part of the ancestral property and return to the family.

Some people even hope that Aaron will go further. It is better for him to become stronger and more famous. If this warlock can be promoted to legendary strength, it may be possible for Cormier to "rehabilitate" the old Earl Salian.

How can it be so easy?Maximian shook his head helplessly after hearing this.

Ten years of hard work, discipline, and Juggernaut Sect monk training have made Aaron's cousin realize the power of discipline and kindness. Facing everyone's jokes, he remained silent.

It was snowing heavily outside, but the atmosphere inside the wooden longhouse was even hotter. Maximian couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he got up: "Father, I'll go to the kitchen to see what else is there."

"Okay." Carlos nodded. He is already an old man in his 50s. His only wish at this time is to try to send his son back to Suzal.

Maximian got up and came to the kitchen in the longhouse. He took a deep breath, and was about to see if there was any pork left from Duke Kayneth, when suddenly there were chaotic footsteps outside.

"God's Left Hand" Knight led a group of men in black robes to appear on the stage. They strode into the longhouse. Outside the longhouse, there were many corpses of the guards of the Salian family.

"Who?" Carlos stood up immediately, and Aaron's uncle had already realized something was wrong.

"Who? The people who killed you." Knight, the left hand of God, smiled. His hair was messy and greasy, disgusting like pickled kelp. His pair of small eyes, big nose, and sausage mouth made him look more An Assassin is more like a country peddler, especially since he has a lisp, and when he speaks Common, it sounds more like the language of hobgoblins.

However, he and the men in black robes behind him told everyone that he was not a country peddler.

He's a death-trafficking killer!
At this time, everyone has realized that due to the relaxation of control, most of the Salian people have some basic weapons, such as wooden sticks, daggers, axes and hammers. Some people even grabbed the bowl on the table and threw the knife and fork at Knight. and go.

It's a pity that Knight easily dodged all the throwing objects. He laughed wildly, his body fell down, his muscles twitched, his legs kicked, his speed was as fast as a phantom, and as fast as lightning!
Holding the two daggers upside down, Knight, the God's left hand, dodged the thrusting wooden stick, and the killing dance formed by the sharp pair of daggers moved down the long table, and all the Salian people sitting at the table were disemboweled wherever they passed. Cut their stomachs or slit their throats!

A few men in black robes followed, and in an instant, blood flowed all over the ground in the long house, and corpses were strewn across the field.

"My lord, Su Lun." Carlos, the son of the old Earl Salian, had a livid face. He silently recited Su Lun's holy name, and reached for the scimitar at his waist.

Carlos knew he might have a chance to escape in the first place.

But he didn't want to run away a second time.

After fleeing with his father once, Carlos gave everything, even the whole family.

Now that he's in his 50s, run away again?
No, one insult is enough.

come on!

Carlos roared, he is old, his physical strength is failing, his skills are rusty, but he has the most experience!
Facing the flying debris and the oncoming killer, Carlos accurately judged the attacking route of the incoming man. He took a step sideways and stood in a good position, like a best old hunter, when Knight was about to kill him. The moment in front of him shot.

Combat Technique - Burst Strike!
Knight sneered, a trace of contempt appeared in his dull eyes, facing the blow that the old Carlos was bound to get, what God's left hand did was to forcibly twist his body, rotate the dagger in his hand, and thrust upwards pick.

"Dang~" The dagger and scimitar collided together, sparks flying everywhere.

However, nothing happened.

Carlos' expression was dull for a while, this is a stunt he has practiced for 40 years!This combat technique is a mixture of bright energy and dark energy, using all the force skills of the whole body, it is enough to knock a knight in costume to the ground!

But this killer actually blocked it with a dagger?

"Huh~" Knight continued to laugh a few times, he licked his tongue, flipped the dagger, Carlos felt an uncontrollable force and was forced to throw away the scimitar, before he could react, a spear pierced through pinned him firmly to the wooden post.

Afterwards, Knight started his performance, the left hand of God danced in front of Carlos, the dagger in his hand flew up and down in an extremely fast and regular rhythm, pieces of fresh meat of similar size were thrown from Uncle Aaron's body No matter how much Carlos screamed or struggled, Knight's slices of meat were so neat and uniform, with very little error.

Epidermis, flesh and blood, meridians, and finally bones.

Carlos was alive, even though he felt he might as well be dead.

The left hand of the god, whose whole body was stained red with blood, took a few steps back and looked at his work with satisfaction. He was amazed, and casually threw the sliced ​​meat on the table and the ground into the boiling pot, and rinsed it again. Put it in your mouth.

After chewing vigorously for a while, God's left hand showed a confused expression.

It seems... nothing special?
Didn't he feel the strange power in the blood of Salian's people?
My lord...is there a mistake?
As soon as this thought came up, Knight shook his head quickly.

The Prince of Darkness never made a mistake, it could only be that the believers didn't get it right.

Accidental warlock mutation?
The left hand of God was still thinking, and the men in black robes under his command returned one after another. In just a few minutes, all the Salian exiles in Guangze had been killed.

They are all black-robed guards of the Left Hand of God, and the only thing they have in common is that they are all cannibals.

Cursed be the man-eater, this is the accepted rule of the human gods.

Only the great, holy and benevolent Prince of Dark Sun will give them a chance.

"Your Excellency, we killed everyone, but two escaped!"

"Who escaped?!" Knight's eyes turned fierce, revealing a fierce look.

"It's a monk. He escaped with a woman on his back. The speed was so fast that we couldn't catch up." The man in black was trembling.

"Trash!" Knight slapped the man in black on the face with his left hand.

"Yes!" The black-robed man was sent flying to the ground, and he got up immediately in panic.

"Trash!" God's left hand slapped again.

"Yes!" The black-robed man was sent flying and hit the pillar, and got up again, rolling and crawling.

"Hmph~ But that's fine, let that monk declare to the whole world, to that little bastard from the Salian family."

"Anyone who dares to resist the greatest, most sacred and supreme dark sun will end up like this!"

"Fear, tremble, Aaron Salian, you will be next!"

　updated!Go, go, go!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)