Chapter 214 The journey ends

The defense battle of Duncan Castle ended with the victory of the Baron Draco, Midenheim and other coalition forces led by Leren. After attacking the castle for a night, the beastmen army approached the victory, but their Ten Thousand Demon Rocks were destroyed, and there was turmoil and disputes broke out within the man-made tribe, but they still fled in a big defeat. Several scattered beast war gangs were forced to retreat into the forest and flee deep into the depths.

In the duel at Wanmo Rock, Leren killed the screaming Shaman Perotz with his own hands. The four-horned beast king of the man-made tribe, Angur, was neglected to be killed by Cannon's heavy artillery because of his rebellion.

Now, this victorious army is no longer able to chase the defeated beastmen. After several days of repairing the castle, building defense lines and fighting last night, this army, from top to bottom, is extremely exhausted, both the knights and ordinary free militia.

At noon the next day, Leren immediately ordered the cessation of all military operations, repairing the outer castle gate and gap, and taking the time to rest.

After the war ended, the burden on his shoulders was lifted, and all the soldiers were too impressed to stand up. They were extremely greedy for resting, but everyone's face was full of pride. They felt honored for participating in this brilliant battle, and the recruited soldiers who followed Baron Draco were even more happy. They made military achievements, and Baron Leren was famous for rewarding for his contributions, and this war of recovery that lasted for several weeks would become the most beautiful and precious memory in their lives.

"Losing the Ten Thousand Demon Rock and the guidance of the screaming shamans and the Beast King, the beastmen around Duncan Castle no longer pose a threat to us. At this moment, what the soldiers need most is to have a good rest." Leren walked in the tent of the wounded soldiers, and said to the adopted son of the White Wolf Elector: "We need at least two days to rest, and at the same time continue to mobilize supplies to completely gain a foothold in Duncan Castle and establish a solid defensive position."

"In this battle, your artillery battalion played a very important role. Many beastmen were killed by bombs, especially their four-horned beast king, who were even killed by cannons." Feng Tugenheim wiped his cheeks with a clean bandage, rubbing off some turbid objects mixed with sweat, dust, and blood. The adopted son of the White Wolf Elector was exhausted. Although he had been resting for a while, his spirit was a little tired: "Huh~~ It seems that Leren, you are right in your opinion of advocating firepower superiority. When I return to Midenheim, I will lobby for Lord Boris to appropriately expand the number of artillery in the provincial legion."

"Eight artillery pieces that were entrusted to cast by dwarf engineers before. Half of this battle was lost, and all the mortars were scrapped into scrap iron." Speaking of this, Leren felt a little painful for the first time. He sighed: "Fortunately, he plundered a considerable amount of spoils in the forest land of the Dragon Sleeping Land. If he simply attacked the orcs, he might not even pay enough money for the money he could seize."

Although this battle that devoted all its wealth was won, it completely destroyed the coalition forces. The clerks of the army counted the casualties. Because it was a city defense battle based on the advantage of terrain, only a small part of the casualties in close combat accounted for a small part. Overall, most injured were injured and fewer killed. In the battle last night, the coalition forces lost about 600 people, and the number dropped sharply from 1,700 to less than 1,100.

If more than 200 wounded soldiers who can recover after a period of time have been added, from the time they went to the expedition to the present, they have experienced two fierce battles and dozens of encounters, and the coalition forces have generally lost 40% of their military strength.

"Yes, we, like the enemy, have paid the price of war." Von Tugenheim smiled bitterly.

Among the casualties of the coalition, the Midenheim army led by him suffered the most losses. The Yurik Swordsman Order dropped less than one from two companies, and there were 120 White Wolf Knights. After the war, more than 70 knight souls returned to Yurik's Valhalla.

But is it worth it?

Von Tugenheim will answer without hesitation: It's worth it, it's worth it!

The price Midden paid was worth it. The first time, this was the first time that Midden led his army fought at the home court of the Beasts, defeating the more with less, and playing a huge difference of 6 to 1, which was an epic victory that has been recorded in history.

Nearly four thousand beasts were killed in the soul of Duncan Castle, with an unparalleled brilliant record!

"Thank you, Tugenheim, this battle has been hard." Leren finally breathed a sigh of relief: "The latest supplies will arrive soon, so let everyone have a good rest."

"Yeah, OK."

In this way, the coalition forces continued to rest in Duncan Castle, repair the gates, and arrange for alerts.

Afterwards, Leren went to the wounded camp.

On the aisle of the camp, the boiling hot water kept boiling in a few large iron pots. The moans and wails echoed in the ears of Leren.

A few minutes later, under the guidance of the soldiers, he stood outside a very inconspicuous tent.

The soapy green skirt on Princess Dragon's body was stained with a lot of blood stains and mud. Shenzhu was dealing with an axe wound on the shoulder of a baron-led halberd soldier. It was caused by a battle horned beast. Fortunately, the halberd soldier was equipped with solid shoulder armor.

Shenzhu's green onion pinched the iron needle with two fingers, held his breath and concentrated, meticulously sewing the flesh and blood on both sides of the wound, regardless of the strong bloody smell, and tried his best to reduce the pain of the wounded soldiers' suture the wound.

Leren stood quietly outside the tent, waiting for her to complete it all.

"Thorn-" The clean gauze was cut into strips. After applying a layer of ointment, Shenzhu carefully bandaged the wound and whispered: "Okay, brave gentleman, I believe the axe wound on my shoulder will be completely healed soon."

"Thank you, thank you very much, the kind-hearted lady." The halberd soldier sat up again, and he moved his injured arm lightly. It was indeed much better than before, and the pain was relieved.

"Yeah." Shenzhu smiled and rubbed his slightly stiff neck: "Next one, please come in."

Leren walked into the tent silently and sat on the mat.

"Um, you..." After the brief and soothing massage, Princess Long realized that the man sitting in front of her was so familiar. Her pretty eyes quickly discovered the unusualness of Lelen: "Are you injured?"

"It's okay, it's just some bruises and scratches, just take a simple treatment." Leren smiled: "The subordinates have already rested, so I want to find a more professional person to apply the agent to me. After thinking about it, it seems that you are the only one who is the most suitable. After all, the soldiers respect you and you are very kind."

"Just just think it's praising me." Shenzhu complained to himself with some dissatisfaction: "To be honest, I should play a greater role. As a dragon, I will fight against those chaotic creatures, but now I can only be an ordinary human being and become a burden to you."

"It's okay, you've done a good job," Leren said softly: "You have also helped a lot of soldiers. The wounded can recover quickly, which is largely due to you."

"You...really do you think so?" Shenzhu took out the wiping agent and applied it in his palm: "Since that's the case, then lie down and there are still many people waiting for me to help!"

"…..All right."

Two days later, a small number of troops remained in Duncan Castle, and Nicas Francis was temporarily in charge of command.

Leren led the coalition forces that had ended the rest and embarked on a journey home.

Shortly after leaving Duncan Castle, the woodland lord Olasif and dozens of wood elves said goodbye first. They had completed the support mission. It was time to return to the Lauren Loren Forest: "An unforgettable battle, Lord Leren, winter is coming, the forest spirit is falling asleep, and the gold and silver holy tree needs all the protection of Esley."

"Thank you very much for Lauren Loren's support. This battle has made our friendship stronger. My Baron leader will always open the door to Queen Marist's subjects." Leren thanked him: "The spoils belonging to Esley will be shipped to the trading post. I promise you that Esley's merits will never be forgotten."

"You have received support from the forest, and some of my tribes have paid the price of their lives, and the spoils should be." Olasif said calmly: "But we don't need money. Lord Leren, Lauren Loren needs a lot of weapons, armor, ore and food. The Woodland Council hopes that you can exchange the spoils belonging to Esley for the materials that are urgently needed to survive the winter threat."

"No problem." Leren nodded.

"Well, see you again." After the woodland lord finished his last sentence, he rode the stag and turned away.

The wood elves' army disappeared deep in the forest, leaving behind a full load of humans and dwarf troops.

They won the victory, the Dragon's Sleeping Land was destroyed, and the victory of Duncan Castle made all the Borderless Lands south of Duncan Castle owned by Leren, which tripled the territory of Baron Draco's territory, especially the destruction of the man-made tribe. In the next few years, Leren will finally not have to worry about the threat of the forest north of the Baron's territory.

The beastmen will not form a decent beast tide to attack the forest patrol line.

Thinking of this, Leren was in a better mood. After two months of battle, he was finally able to relax a little.

Before we knew it, time came in mid-December, and the army walked out of the forest.

The recruitment of free militias was already discussing how they would receive rewards, and many soldiers were also discussing whether they could be promoted, and the entire army was seized in large quantities.

There was no excessive euphoria on Leren's face, on the contrary, he was just a smile.

He once again proved his strength and conquered all races of the coalition forces through a series of victories.

As the forest gradually left the distance between the trees became larger and the bushes became sparse. The knights could finally ride war horses without having to walk and enjoy the fun on the horse's back.

Leren did not choose to ride a half griffon, he was just accompanying Firnos, with the head of his screaming Shaman Perotz hanging behind the saddle sheath, as the trophy of the duel, sacrificed to the wolf god Yurik.

The ground is covered with frost and snow, everything is lonely, and the plants wither, so naturally all the vitality is hidden.

It took three or four days to return to the Baron Corps with the army belonging to Draco.

The continuous heavy snow of goose feathers made the earth covered in silver, and the rivers were frozen into thick ice. Yes, the arrival of winter also means that spring is not far away.

The army led by von Tugenheim set off for Midenheim after a day off.

"Okay, let's part here. Leren, I will always remember the two-month journey with you. Big and small victory." The adopted son of the White Wolf Elector opened his arms and expressed his friendship with Leren: "I won't say much if I don't want to say anything else. I have successfully recovered Duncan Castle. There are many things you need to deal with. Staying here will only increase the burden on Baron Draco. If you have anything, please go to Midenheim to find me. Remember, you will always have my friend."

"No problem, thank you very much for your help, Tugenheim, Armand." Leren and von Tugenheim hugged, and expressed their gratitude with serious expressions. Without the assistance of Midenheim's army, Duncan Castle would not be easily recovered by itself.

"Oh, by the way, Tugenheim, and this, I hope you can tell the Lord Elector." Leren took off the rune teeth of the beast slaughter and held his hands flat in front of him.

"It's really a big trouble. A long-lost Holy Sword of the Elector has been found. I really don't know whether it is a good or a bad thing for you." Feng Tugenheim pinched his chin and gave a positive answer: "I believe that Lord Elector will definitely support you with all your strength. Since that's the case, you can keep the Holy Sword yourself first!"

"I have to do this." Leren nodded. To be honest, he didn't want to hand over the holy sword he got. Even if he was not a side of the emperor, there were already lessons in the history of the empire.

For example, the Holy Sword of the Elector of Thor, and the Rune Tooth of the Beast Sender, have always been handed over to Marshal of Rick, Helbyrd of the Imperial Emperor. If considering the current influence of Lelen and the support of Miden, represented by Boris Todd Bringer, perhaps the Rune Tooth of the Beast Slayer will remain in the hands of Lelen.

"Look goodbye, Lord Leren." The Winter Wolf Knight nodded.

"Goodbye, Sir Armand!"

Leren glanced at the Winter Wolf Knight sent by the Eric Pope, took out a wooden box and handed it to Armand: "Please ask you something, Sir Armand, the man-made tribe in it screamed Shaman Perotz's head and the four corners of Angur. I hope you can go to the Eric Temple on my behalf and throw this as a sacrifice into the eternal fire."

"Take it in... Eternal Holy Fire?" Armand was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, the Pope will support me in doing this, and he will definitely understand this behavior," Leren said with a smile. "So, please, Sir Armand."

"Okay, I get it."

"Goodbye, Leren! Looking forward to our next fight together!" Finally, the adopted son of the White Wolf Elector turned his horse's head and waved his hand.

Soon, Von Tugenheim led the army and disappeared from the end of his sight.
Chapter completed!