The riding and chopping simulator of the Lord of the Rings

Qicha Fortress, in the main camp of the Lion Kingdom on the outskirts of the city.

"All the scouts we sent out have not been heard from at all. Doesn't that explain the problem? We must send a force to support Changhe Town. Your Majesty, if you are not going to help, then I will have no choice but to go back by myself!!"

There was a huge roar, as if it wanted to overturn the tent. A dozen nobles in the tent showed different expressions, such as worry, sneer, gloating, etc., and they all looked at the Duke of Alama standing in the center of the tent.

Alama couldn't help but feel anxious. As early as a week ago, bits and pieces of news came, saying that countless long-eared monsters suddenly appeared in the forest and surrounded Changhe Town. The messenger sent by Lord Faucher was even more... Kill in the wilderness.

Alama, who was nearly fifty years old, wanted to return with his troops at that time, but Ulric refused on the grounds that a war was imminent and this was probably a rumor spread by the enemy.

Of course, in order to confirm the news, they still sent several teams of reconnaissance riders to Changhe Town. Now a week has passed. Not only has the news not been brought back, but those scouts have also lost their traces.

King Ulric, who was sitting in the middle of the camp, frowned. He looked at his friend who was breathing rapidly, eyes wide open, and even his brown beard began to tremble slightly, and chose to remain silent.

Alama has always been a loyal supporter of Ulric. Whether as a king or a friend, he is also unwilling to watch Changhe Town being plundered by the elves, which means that the strength of the kingdom has been damaged.

But compared to being plundered by the elves, he thought it was more important to fight against the Bacchus Empire, because the elves usually burned, killed, and looted for revenge, and they would always leave after venting their anger.

Marius I was different. The imperial people came for conquest. It would be extremely difficult to get back the land they had stolen, and they would have to pay a price of blood.

"Alama, don't be so grumpy all the time. Changhe Town is not close to the Qicha Fortress itself. Even if you send out those Horn Rangers, it is very difficult to go back and forth within a week. Otherwise, we can't wait. Let’s talk in two days?”

The person who made the sarcastic remarks at this time was Duke Alfwan, the lord of Lion Lake City. His rough and wrinkled face showed an expression of watching a good show, and the two brown beards on his lips had a suppressed expression. Live the smile.

Shihu City and Changhe Town are adjacent to each other, and there is a lot of friction in the territory between the two. Moreover, Duke Alfwan's family has been inherited for nearly 400 years, and they look down on Alama who is like a nouveau riche.

The deeper reason is that the lord of Changhe Town was an in-law of the Elfvan family. He was implicated in the political struggle more than ten years ago and was deprived of his title by Ulric. This is how Alama came into being. of superiority.

The relationship between the two has been incompatible ever since.

"Yeah, why rush? Just wait."

"The army of the Bacchus Empire is watching us from the other side. Is it appropriate for you to leave at this time?"

Several lords who had a bad relationship with Alama also began to make noises together, causing some embarrassment to each other and testing Ulric's attitude.

In fact, through the efforts of the four Lion Kings, many old nobles who once occupied important positions in the Pende royal family have been hit to varying degrees for various reasons.

The titles of many castles such as Cliff Bay, Haringosburg and Qicha Fortress have all changed their owners, not to mention those manors and villages.

Such blatant exclusion of dissidents and suppression of established nobles caused dissatisfaction among many people, including Duke Alfwan.

“Alama, if you insist on leaving, then I respect your choice and will send Lord Andrew, the lord of Yarragarh, and Lord Marbert of Harlingsburg to help you.

Remember, when you push back the siege of the elves, you must come back immediately. Preventing the invasion of the empire is the most important thing right now. "

Ulric's face was very calm, his command words were strong and slow, and he seemed to have a well-thought-out attitude and not be surprised at anything.

In his opinion, even for powerful Noldor elves, it is not very easy to break through Changhe Town, which has thick walls and a wide moat. Moreover, the elves are notoriously not fond of forceful attacks. Because that would cost too many lives.

Lord Faucher, who is responsible for the defense in Changhe Town, is considered young and promising in the Lion Kingdom. His ability in commanding battles is excellent. He has performed well in the war against Crowland in the past.

According to past experience, as long as Lord Faucher handles it properly, Changhe Town should not be in any danger in a short period of time.

At this time, after receiving Ulric's promise, Alama's flushed face finally showed a smile. Lord Faucher was his only son. If there were any shortcomings, it would definitely lead to the severance of the family bloodline.

By then, Changhe Town would be someone else's territory, and it was for this reason that Ulrik chose to take a certain risk and allow the other party to go back and rescue his territory.

Now that the king had made his decision, the other nobles in the camp said nothing more.

It was one thing to ridicule one's colleagues, but it was quite another to question the king's decisions to his face.

The camp became quiet again, but was soon broken by a quick voice.

"Your Majesty~~, Your Majesty~~."

A slightly panicked figure suddenly opened the thick curtain and rushed into the tent with a gust of cold wind.

The person coming was Lord Eric, who was responsible for transporting supplies to the large army. He was the lord of Baranley and an emerging nobleman promoted by Ulric.

But the news he brought at this moment shocked everyone in the camp.

"Lion City...Lion City has fallen!!! Floating on the city wall is a golden gryphon flag with a silver background!!"

"What?! You say it again?"

Ulric, who had been extremely calm just now, suddenly stood up, with a look of disbelief on his face.

In his opinion, whether it was the resurgence of the gryphon flag or the sudden attack on the Lion City, these two pieces of news were just like those rumors that were told in taverns. They were simply nonsense.

But looking at Eric, who was pale and solemn, Ulric knew in his heart that no one would dare to take such a thing as a joke.

"Your Majesty, it's absolutely true. I saw it clearly when I was escorting supplies, and a group of elven cavalry discovered my traces. If I hadn't dropped the entire convoy and lured them away, I wouldn't have gotten here at all. Your Majesty, you must make a decision early."

A trace of fear appeared on Eric's face as he told the story. It was obvious that things were far more dangerous than what he said.

The many lords in the camp had different expressions, and whispers began to sound, weaving a large web of temptation and suspicion in the warm tent.

King Ulric, who was in a state of confusion, managed to remain calm, sat down again in a daze, and muttered to himself.

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible."

Nothing is impossible. When Allen's army set off from Changhe Town, he gave all his men the ability to move with the wind. With the rapid consumption of dinar, the entire team moved at a speed of Traveling three hundred miles a day.This is thanks to the many dinars obtained in the lottery, which, as its introduction goes, "Don't talk, you'll always need it."

At first, Allen was worried that the troops were marching so fast that it would excessively consume the soldiers' physical strength. However, after a period of observation, he found that this was just a unnecessary worry.

Even those civilians who had not been trained were able to carry their weapons and keep up with the large troops at full speed. Although the expressions on their faces were not particularly relaxed, they did not appear to be out of breath or sweating profusely.

Seeing such a situation, Allen was relieved and let the ability to move with the wind last for two full days. Finally, at sunset on the second day, more than 6000 people came to the vicinity of Lion City.

Then, Lion City was captured.

The griffon flag, which exuded golden light, was planted on the four wide open city gates before the sun completely set.

Even Lion City, the royal capital, could not hold out longer than Changhe Town. Facing Allen's army, it only defended for less than an hour before being completely defeated.

The difference is that the defenders of Lion City, led by the Lion Knights, chose to resist to the end. Allen, who failed to persuade them to surrender, could only massacre them all.

Blood formed a stream on the street, the screams never stopped over the town, and corpses covered the steps where Allen stepped onto the Silver Throne.

The so-called corpses under the throne are nothing more than the situation today.

When the sky completely darkened, the shouts of killing gradually stopped. Any defenders who dared to raise their weapons were killed on the spot. Those who escaped scattered, Allen did not want to continue chasing them.

They can no longer afford to ride any waves.

Immediately, Allen promulgated his first decree in this city, which also prohibited anyone from leaving home, even in the bright sunshine at noon. His attitude towards the residents of the city was far harsher than in Changhe Town. many.

This is Ulric's base camp. No one knows how many hidden forces the king has deployed in the city, and the hidden lion knights are likely to form an army capable of fighting.

At such a critical moment, we must not cause greater trouble because of temporary kindness.

Late at night, the autumn moon hangs high.

The cry of killing suddenly sounded outside the castle again. Allen, who was sitting on the Silver Throne, stared coldly at the darkness in front of him, as if an enemy could suddenly appear from the void.

"Shuh" "Shuh" "Shuh"

A dozen black figures took advantage of the shouting of killing outside and jumped off the roof. After landing, without saying a word, they raised their gleaming swords and killed the figure on the throne.

Since the moment the city was broken, these assassins have been hiding in the beams above the Silver Throne. They know that any enemy who invades here will occupy the Silver Throne immediately.

These people have been patiently waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to successfully kill the enemy leader.

And the opportunity is now.

"Boom", "Crack", "Ah!!"

The sound of thunder and lightning running and the miserable howls of the assassins came one after another. The sudden light of thunder illuminated the empty hall. This unusual sound also alarmed the two people guarding outside the hall.

Ser Azrael and Ser Morcas Vilar.

After two days of marching and an hour of fighting, the two men had developed something similar to admiration for Allen.

Forget about Azrael, this gryphon knight who was born as a blacksmith has always been educated to be loyal to Pendor, protect the weak, and fight against rape. It is not surprising that he is loyal to Allen who sits on the Silver Throne.

And Mocas Villar saw the power of Allen. Compared with the power of the new king, the old Ulric was like a weed in the dust. He believed that the cause of unifying the northern territory would definitely be achieved. Finished in this person's hands.

When the two of them pushed open the wooden door and rushed into the hall, under the moonlight, they only saw a dozen charred corpses and an order that was indifferent and devoid of any emotion.

"Find someone to clean this place up."

The two looked at each other quietly, and both could clearly see the shock on each other's faces.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Azrael and Mocas Villar walked out quietly with their heads lowered, never daring to raise their heads to look at the figure on the throne.

"ε=(ο｀*))) Alas." A sigh slowly came out of Allen's mouth.

"It seems that I can't escape the name of a tyrant here in Pandor. I'm a sinner."

By the time everything settled, most of the enemy's resistance had been eliminated, and all of Allen's soldiers had successfully occupied all the important buildings in the city.

For a time, even without the latest decree, all residents in the city closed their doors and windows, and no one dared to walk on the street.

Sometimes brutal soldiers scare these people more than greedy robbers.

But what they feared almost didn't happen. Under Allen's tough orders, no soldier was allowed to bully civilians, and the dozen or so corpses hung in Silver Square served as a warning to everyone.

In just three days, Lion City fell into an extremely strange silence. It was not until the ban on going out was lifted that the civilians in Xiacheng District dared to quietly poke their heads out of their homes to take a look at the situation on the street.

The upper city area where the nobles lived was once again a river of blood in the past three days. All nobles who had sold elves faced the punishment of genocide.

The recalcitrants who behaved more decently were imprisoned, and the titles and wealth vacated by these people were distributed to warriors who fought bravely in battle, as well as those who were willing to submit to Allen. .

As long as his power is stronger than Ulric's, Allen doesn't care whether these guys who take advantage of the situation are loyal or not, he just needs these people to help him get the town running again.

Allen himself will not stay in Lion City for too long. As long as the soldiers rest for one more day and arm Ulric and many nobles with weapons and equipment, he will lead the troops to Qicha Fortress.

There, he would have a good talk with Ulric about the ownership of the Silver Throne. (End of chapter)