I just covet their strength

Chapter 280 Why are there so many old heroes in Yonglan Country?
In response to Westhead's friendly questioning, he was probably impressed by his personality charm, or he might have weighed the difference in strength.

In short, the knights who participated in the Holy Grail Trial did not object stubbornly, but said they would consider it:
"If you want us to recognize you as the king, you must convince us with strength. Our territory cannot stop the legendary army, so we will not resist. We can only obey you temporarily and will not join your team. If you can win the heart of Jun Linlan, we will offer our loyalty!"

In other words, it's not bad to just wait and see.

This attitude of superficial support is already very good. Although it is impossible to expand the pilgrimage army by fighting to support the war, there is no need to go to great lengths to conquer them. After taking control of the [Heart of Storm], you can directly issue an order to take charge.

"Ah, as it should be."

Westhead released these people and said:
"Then turn back and remember to plant my flag on your castle. This is very important."

"Because anyone who doesn't raise the flag will be considered a rebel, and I will not show mercy to the rebels. I know that the knights are warriors who value honor above their lives. They can save face by obeying before the battle, but it will be difficult to deal with them after the battle. They would rather die in battle than surrender and betray their allies out of fear of death."

".You are absolutely right."

The trial participants were silent for a while and then nodded.

It was for this reason that they gave in. Otherwise, with Lord Qinghui's methods, their entire clan would probably have been wiped out, right?
It's not that he's afraid of death. As long as the knight can enjoy fighting, he won't be afraid of death. But he also doesn't want to die in vain, like wheat being harvested with no honor.

It is not completely unacceptable for Lord Qinghui to become the Knight King, and there is no need for him to die to prove his integrity.

"Don't feel ashamed. This is a wise move. It would be a dereliction of duty for a king to let you harbor doubts. I will show you the power a king should have."

Westhead smiled and patted the trial-taker on the shoulder, then returned with the white-haired dragon lady and the wolf-eared girl.

He raised his head and said:
"Let's go, show our strength, and head towards the Heart of Mist."

The subsequent pilgrimage was just as Westhead had expected. It could only be described as a smooth journey. The three supermodel legends with T0 talents were able to ignore any territory without a great knight.

Every time he sets foot in a new knightly territory, he will issue an ultimatum to the local lord and knights.

Westhead thought that the conditions he offered were very lenient. In the past, when the Knight King went on a pilgrimage, every time he conquered a place, he would incorporate the local knight group into his pilgrimage team.

In order to gain procedural support as quickly as possible, Westhead no longer requires supporters to join the team.

If anyone dares to say anything, then he is no longer a bystander, but a false neutral! He is a real traitor! He must be dealt a heavy blow!

Therefore, for those knight leaders who resist stubbornly, the floating battleships will go directly to the knights' base and dispatch the first air transport force composed of newborn numerical monsters.

Then came the one-sided unlimited fighting contest. There was no need for more imperial guards and bodyguards to follow. Westhead and his three men were enough to defeat the Knights Templar, drag the Knight Lord out of the castle and beat him until he knelt down in surrender. However, the end result was most likely death.

No surprises, no setbacks, and no risks.

Even if some great knights expressed clear opposition, it would be useless in the face of overwhelming force.

Whether it is Westhead, Reshia or Myvana, they are all supermodels who can ravage blank legends at will.

"Chi Lala——"

The flames mixed with magical light gravel greedily licked the flags on top of the castle, and the ruined fortress was filled with a smell of burning and blood.

The castle of the Kingdom of Yonglan is ancient and majestic, with every brick and tile enchanted with runes. The seemingly primitive structure actually has solid protection. The force field connected by a large number of runes repels all external shocks and invasions, and the faint light reflected under the sun will add dense benefits to the defenders in the fortress.

No knight family would be stingy in this regard, they squeeze the people's money just for this!
However, under overwhelming force, these fortresses were unable to do much.

"Fancy."

Westhead commented pertinently.

Walking on the castle corridor covered with lava-like cracks, under the extinguished flames, the entire castle is slowly withering, and no matter what material it is made of, it gradually turns into flying sparks.

He was wearing a slim-fitting black robe with silver edges, and his vital joints were covered with mithril armor, making him look extraordinary and heroic.

According to Westhead's habit, there is no need to wear armor. How can a piece of forged armor compare to a well-trained body?

However, in order to show that he is also the "Eternal Lan Knight", Westhead still put on this handsome outfit.

In his hand he was dragging the corpse of an old knight, who was the owner of the castle. Before the arrival of the pilgrim army, he had clamored to eliminate all the usurpers and to fight Westhead to the death.

Then he asked for a hammer and got it, and he sent justice from heaven, broke into the depths of the castle and punished him.

When we reached the end of the corridor, the battle inside the fortress was basically over, and the stubborn defenders were about to be wiped out. The sparks floating in the sky drew beautiful trajectories in the air like flaming butterflies.

Westhead threw the Knight Lord he was dragging out, and he landed heavily in the courtyard in front of the castle, completely breaking the psychological defenses of the remaining defenders.

"The rebellious minister is dead!"

As Lord Qinghui's resonant voice spread across the battlefield, cheers immediately broke out after a moment of silence.

"Long live!"

"Long live the king!"

"Your Excellency! You are invincible!"

"Lord Westhead!"

The most excited ones were not the Qinghui Guards, but a group of guys who were also wearing silver mithril armor.

They are the Yonglan Knights who took the initiative to join the pilgrimage team.

After Westhead displayed violence and toughness during his pilgrimage, he not only did not encounter greater obstacles and hostility, but many homeless knights in the kingdom recognized that Duke Qinghui had the potential to become king.

All I can say is that this is how knight boys are. When Lord Qinghui demonstrated his overwhelming strength as a knight, he was immediately regarded as a big knight. The boys flocked to him and surrounded him with fanatical worship.

These newly joined Yonglan Knights fought even more desperately than the Qinghui Guards, and at Westhead's command, they would charge forward with their heads down.

This made Westhead extremely satisfied. He wanted to be the Knight King just to get these extremely warlike knight boys to strengthen his military strength.

But the premise is that you must not lose.

As long as they fail once, these Yonglan Knights will turn around and leave, there is absolutely no doubt about that.

For now, they are all die-hard fans of Westhead, and they came up to flatter him:

"A few days ago, we suppressed the old hero Duncan who was obstructing the pilgrimage, and now the old hero Lei has also been killed by you. Lord Westhead, where are you going to fight next?"

Upon hearing this, Westhead couldn't help but say:

"No, I was killing old heroes all along the way, right? Why are there so many old heroes in Yonglan? Is Yonglan a country that produces many old heroes?"

After Lord Qinghui complained, he immediately nodded and answered himself:

"Really." Not all knight lords who have lived a long time can be called old heroes. It is not enough to just perform well in expeditions. The title of "old hero" is a customary title in the Kingdom of Yonglan for lords who have cultivated many excellent knight seeds.

The reason why they stand out is probably related to their various unique ways of loving the people.

These old heroes are the most superstitious group of people in the Kingdom of Yonglan who believe in the "virtue of suffering" and will never allow the serfdom system to be abolished. Westhead's pilgrimage spent most of his time dealing with this group of guys, and they could not be killed completely.

Lord Qinghui waved his hand and gave the order:

"Open up the warehouses in the main city and distribute the grain and wealth to the towns and villages, especially to the lower-class serfs. Give them more rice, flour, grain and oil."

"Yes, my lord, we will do it soon!"

Knight Yonglan just wanted to have a great time, so if he had to talk about reliable confidants, it would have to be the Qinghui Guards, who immediately took the order and left.

Westhead suppressed opposition voices along the way and did not forget to win the hearts of the people.

Although it is a bit humorous to buy the hearts of the people in the Kingdom of Yonglan, it is a good thing if there is someone who is grateful to him for this. After all, he is generous to others and he does not feel sorry at all.

After waiting for a day in the ruins of the castle, Westhead met up with Resia and Myvana on the floating battleship. The two women had previously gone their separate ways with him to conquer the neighboring knight territories.

"All the despicable people who abused the people and refused to recognize Mr. Weiss's throne have been dealt with."

Mivana wiped the silver sword over and over again, with a dull and silly expression, but the words she spoke were murderous.

Since her enlightenment, Miss Knight has been able to kill people without blinking an eye while restraining the curse in her body.

"here you go!"

Lord Qinghui immediately touched the wolf-eared girl's head to show encouragement, and then looked at the quiet silver-haired princess, who was tilting her head to think about something.

"Leshia, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with you?"

Hearing her lover's question, the white-haired dragon lady turned around and replied:
"Our achievements have spread everywhere. When I arrived at our destination, I found that the local knights had already evacuated. Could the Yonglan Knights have also escaped?"

"Oh? That's good news."

Westhead's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said:

"They are going to the Heart of Mist. Since they know they can't resist, they will definitely stick together. The last stop of the King's Tour is the capital of Yonglan. These guys are planning to make a last stand in the Heart of Mist."

"That's good. Since someone has already done this, it means that all Yonglan's opponents will go to the Heart of Mist one after another. We don't have to run around everywhere. We can just go directly to the Heart of Mist for the decisive battle. It will save a lot of time."

Westhead quickly turned around and opened the projected map, clicked on the current location of the fleet, and connected it with the [Heart of Mist].

"From here, head straight to [Heart of Mist]. It's not far away and can be reached in a few weeks. There are no obstacles along the way, except..."

Mivana looked at the projected map and said slowly:

"Yingxi Castle, the territory of the Black Knight Uther."

"Will the great knight allow us to pass?"

Leixia frowned and said, "Weiss's defeated opponent? Will he cause trouble?"

"If you ask me that, my answer is optimistic."

Westhead shrugged and said:
"If there are any great knights who will join us, Uther must be the most likely one."

On the pilgrimage so far, two short-sighted legendary knights, like Brolet of the [Sword of Stone], have died at the hands of Westhead and others. Even for the Eiran Knights, who have a high mortality rate, legendary knights rarely die in battle, and this usually only happens in large-scale chivalric expeditions.

As for the other great knights, they were all waiting and watching, and some had already run to the Heart of Storm.

Mivana's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said:
"Hmm? Lord Uther also supports the abolition of serfdom? That makes him our friend?"

"No, actually Uther doesn't have that awareness, but compared to sticking to the system, he has a bottom line that he absolutely cannot retreat from."

Westhead stroked his chin and smiled slightly.

"Let me write him a letter!"

Yingxi Castle, standing at the highest point of a valley, is a majestic and magnificent giant military fortress that overlooks the endless prosperous towns, various towers, fortresses and training grounds below.

In these vast areas, thousands of knight apprentices come and go in an endless stream.

They shuttled around Yingxi Castle, practicing hard and sweating profusely.

This is the territory of the legendary powerful [Black Knight] Uther. As Yonglan's prestigious great knight, in addition to the "quite watery" title of the Knight Competition Champion, his truly important identity that cannot be ignored is the dean of more than 30 knight academies.

As a base for training knight apprentices, there are only two hundred knight academies in the entire Kingdom of Yonglan, which shows Uther's influence.

Yingxi Castle is a giant academy, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has many outstanding students all over the world.

At least one-sixth or even one-fifth of the Yonglan Knights were trained in Yingxi Castle. Even if they went out on their own, they all remembered their apprenticeship under the Black Knights.

This has built a huge network of relationships.

"For Lord Uther!"

"In Yingxi Castle, the words of the seniors are orders!"

"Newbies, come here, start with you, introduce yourselves!"

"Speak louder! I can't hear you! I can't hear you at all! In Yingxi Castle, if the senior says you can't hear me, then you can't hear me!"

"How can you be Master Uther's student if you are so careless? Do it again!"

"Can't even stand steadily?! Bring the spirit injection stick over here, we need to teach him a lesson!"

"........."

What an energetic young man.

Uther sat in a room high up in the castle, looking through the window at the bustling apprentice training scene below, and nodded with satisfaction.

But after retracting his gaze, he picked up the snow-white letter paper on the table, the smile on his face faded, and his expression became extremely solemn.

This is the letter sent to him by Qinghui Gong, and the content is very simple.

To fight or to surrender.

(End of this chapter)