Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Damn Harvey, damn evil wizard! Isn't it just a necromancer who has nowhere to stay and is forced to hide in the northern wasteland! He dares to provoke and mock him as a fief count, and he deserves to die!"

Earl Feigen kneaded the letters in his hand into a ball, threw them viciously on the ground, and then spit them in a breath, and felt a little more comfortable.

He took the warm towel handed over by the waiter and wiped his forehead. He remembered his nephew who died inexplicably more than a year ago. His new and old hatreds surged into his heart at the same time, and he felt so angry that his teeth were itchy.

After escaping to the northern wasteland, the evil orcs were not eaten by the evil orcs, did they think they could gain a foothold from now on? Now, the power of the union under the nobles has been completely wiped out in St. Valen, and His Majesty also publicly stood on the side of the church to see how long you can be proud!

If the other party hadn't been a mage lord with the power of a spellcaster, and if he wanted to deal with him, he would have to wait for the church's trial army to come from Jinhui City, Earl Feigen really wanted to ignite the army that had already assembled, and he rushed forward. The Jackdaw left and tied the untouchable wizard who was only good at talking to the stake and tasted the pain.

Moreover, the church reinforcements that came from the capital would also bring a decree of His Majesty: "Deprive Harvey Floyd of the power to pioneer the fief lords, and to spread the plague and harm the people, The necromancer was sentenced to death.”

At the end of this decree, there is also an additional supplement that makes Earl Fagen ecstatic, that is, the Northern Pioneered Firm, owned by Harvey, will be temporarily taken over by Earl Fagen himself in Grizzly Castle, and will wait for the re-enthrone of the capital to be re-enthroned. The nobles went to succession.

That is a pioneering territory located in the northern wasteland. Not to mention the harsh environment and extremely cold climate, the evil orcs who have to go south to rob each winter are not something that ordinary fiefdom lords can resist. No royal nobles are willing to When this unlucky guy rushed to suffer? Anyone who accidentally loses his life there.

This means that the temporary power of his lord, who is close to the fief, will be infinitely extended, and Harvey has been operating the pioneering territory in the northern wasteland for almost three years, which is equivalent to becoming the bag of the Fegan family. Something.

In fact, Earl Feigen was not interested in the barren land north of the Divine Ridge Mountains. He just believed from beginning to end that this mage lord who suddenly made his fortune in just two or three years after traveling to the northern wastelands, and would open up the territory and lead the business and grow. , it must have been discovered in that bird-free territory that could bring him great wealth - either a large gold mine, or perhaps a more valuable magic stone mine.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain how this low-level undead mage who was born in a poor and poor family has accumulated such a wealth of wealth and has been continuously transporting a large amount of food to his wasteland territory through the largest Dragon Stone Chamber of Commerce in the South Continent for several years. Materials.

No matter how mysterious and powerful the power of the spellcaster is, I have never heard of anyone who can possess the miracle of turning stones into gold.

At this time, the clerk pushed the door and bowed to Earl Fagen and said, "Your Earl, Baron Ross, the representative of the vassal noble, asked for your visit."

After obtaining the acceptance permission, Baron Ross, who was short and fat, walked into the count's study heavily, showing a flattering and flattering smile, "Oh Earl, the vassals and nobles are waiting anxiously, I don't know when you plan to send troops to the cold. Crow Town, seek justice from the evil wizard lord for us..."

He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his greasy forehead, and said angrily: "The wizard lord detained us in Jackdaw Town some time ago to restrict personal freedom. After we left, we actually occupied our property in the town. Killed guy! My maple fir resort villa was actually demolished by those untouched and burned as firewood! "

Baron Ross took out a stack of paper documents from his arms, and handed them to Earl Feigen with a pile of smiles, "See, this is the loss of houses and property we calculated after statistics, totaling more than 6,800 gold. pound."

Six thousand eight hundred gold pounds? Can the aristocrats build a vacation house in a small Jackdaw town be occupied and demolished, which can cause such huge property losses? Is your house made of pure gold?

I'm afraid these guys shamelessly added an extra zero after the bill when they settled the accounts?

Earl Feigen glanced at Baron Ross with a sideways, without any idea of ​​picking up the accounts.

"My army has been assembled, and the reinforcements sent by the royal capital will arrive at Grizzly Castle soon... But what about you? Do you want to ask me to get back the losses and justice for you just by opening your mouth?" Count Feigen He raised his hand and knocked on the desk, making a dissatisfied bang.

"The conscript order was sent to your fiefdom three days ago. How many knights and militia do you plan to send to follow me on the expedition?"

Baron Ross's heart skipped a beat, and understood that the Earl would definitely not suffer any loss in this regard, so that their vassal nobles could take advantage of it. He quickly blushed and said, "Of course, we will respond to your order of recruitment, not just me." I, other nobles have already gathered their troops in their respective places and are ready to march towards Jackdaw Town with your army at any time."

After saying that, he added carefully, "But I heard that the wizard lord has many serfs under his command, and he is also a powerful spellcaster. Your nephew, Baron Steve... seems to be..."

Before he finished speaking, Earl Feigen scolded in anger: "Barl Steve died of a shameless sneak attack by the other party, and was besieged without any warning. His Majesty's decree is very clear, he must It costs the price of life to attack a noble for no reason. When I tie him to the stake, I will naturally wash away the humiliation of Steve's defeat and death! "

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After scolding the trembling Baron Ross, Earl Fagan stood up and paced in the study in annoyed manner.

Angel, who stood beside him from beginning to end, spoke without saying a word throughout the whole process, comforted him in a timely manner: "Your Excellency, don't worry, this time the royal capital has sent a full hundred church judges to support him, among which Including several high-level presiding judges and combat priests, even if that...the mage lord is secretly reinforced by the Federation, we will never be at a disadvantage."

The gray-haired old man Angel was originally a spellcaster, but because he was originally from a long-standing ancient noble family of Daes and St. Valen, and he also had the identities of both spellcasters and nobles, he was naturally excluded. In addition to the goal of this purge of the Union's forces, his family has always been inclined to secular royal power and church forces, and is in a strange way with the Union's spellcaster faction.

Earl Feigen nodded in agreement when he heard this, and estimated in his heart that the two hundred elite knights under his command, the corresponding knight entourage and horses, plus the five hundred militia temporarily recruited, were all equipped with simple Weapons can gather about one thousand troops, which will be the main combat power of this expedition.

The church reinforcements sent by the royal capital will naturally take the initiative to deal with the mage lord and the union caster who might have hidden in the dark to reinforce him. This does not require him to worry too much.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

As for those vassal nobles who regard money as their lives and only stare at the slightest profit, except for the few family knights they cultivated in their respective prosecutors, the other mobs may only be able to grow and shout. effect.

According to the oral narrative of the nobles who returned from Jackdaw Town, the other party sent to the town to temporarily take over the town's strength, and there were no more than five hundred people, and there were no regular knights wearing armor and holding sharp edges. All the soldiers were wearing thin cotton coats. Even a set of leather armor can't be made up.

snort! So what about the caster? In front of the powerful coalition formed by oneself and the church, it is as weak and sad as a bug crushed by a chariot.