Chapter 451, After the War

Kemler's head fell to the ground, and the eyes of the great necromancer who had ravaged the Gray Mountains for decades gradually became dull, and his gradually dilated pupils reflected the monastery of La-Messonnell in the distant mountains and valleys.

There, there is the staff of Nagash that he has been pursuing all his life.

But it's all over.

The long history of him and his ancient tomb army came to an end.

At the moment Kemler died, the entire undead army began to collapse. Those powerful barren grave guards and skeleton warriors, those undead creatures, those undead chaotic warriors, they collapsed on the spot and turned into a Pile of bones.

Losing the supply of mortal energy, Gul's body gradually disintegrated on its own, and it continued, "My master is..."

"Na..." Before the champion of the undead Chaos Four Gods finished speaking, he dissipated on the spot, losing the support of Kemler's undead magic, and Gul's body turned into a wisp of gray smoke, dissipating in the air.

This is actually a bit strange, because even if other undeads except Gul lose their magic power supply, they will disintegrate on their own at most, and when Gul disappears, there is nothing left.

It seemed that some force forcibly moved Gul away.

On the field outside the monastery, only large corpses and blood pits remained.

"victory!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

It seemed that after five minutes, the human army realized their victory. Francois was the first to stand in front of Kemler's body. The Duke himself looked at Kemler's head first. Francois had a hideous face. He grabbed the head of the great necromancer and slammed it to the ground: "Crack!"

Kemmler's dead head fell into the plasma, stained with stains.

Immediately afterwards, Francois stepped on Kemler's head forcefully with his iron boots.

Stamp hard, hard, one after another, until the head is bloody and bloody.

"Kemler! Years of revenge! Father's revenge! I finally avenged it today!"

"Father! I finally avenged you!"

Ryan had never seen Francois lose his composure like this before. Duke Wenford's hatred was revealed in front of everyone. Immediately, the Duke burst into tears, and the father-in-law wiped his tears with a handkerchief, unable to control himself for a long time.

François' father, Tancred I, was killed by Kemmler in the Battle of Montfort Bridge, and was resurrected as an undead. In order to show off his victory, Kemmler used Tancred I's face The Duke's face was removed and sewn onto his robes.

This is a great shame to François and the family of the Duke of Wenford. Since Francois inherited the dukedom, he vowed to take revenge. The battle of the war is exactly the masterpiece of his vengeance.

But that's not enough.

It's not over yet!

It was not until today that Francois finally completed his revenge. Duke Wenford breathed a sigh of relief, with a joy on his face, he pulled out the unicorn sword and shouted loudly: "Victory! Gentlemen, let Let us be intoxicated by this great victory and enjoy the glory to our heart's content! Today's victory will be recorded in the annals of history forever, and our glory will also be celebrated forever, even if it comes to the end of the world!"

"victory!!!"

The defense of La Messonner Abbey finally ended with the defeat of the great necromancer Heinrich Kemmler,

Kemmler, who once ran rampant in the Old World and left many wounds to the Empire and Britannia, completely failed in this battle, which represented the disintegration and destruction of the Tomb Legion, and the forces of order in the Old World lost a strong enemy , and the humans, dwarves, and even wood elves of the Gray Mountains ensured the tranquility of the mountains through joint operations. Since then, southern Brittania has completely got rid of the shadow left by Kemmler, and finally achieved a stable and peaceful development environment.

The defenders shouted long live together, everyone was firmly united together, many soldiers wept with joy and felt supreme glory, and the mountains and plains were full of carnival scenes of victory.

Francois laughed out loud amidst the roar of the mountains and the tsunami. He first nodded to Ryan. Weng and his son-in-law are our own people, so there is no need to say anything. Ke stretched out his hand: "Your Excellency Theodoric, I am really surprised and surprised that you will come to support me. Thank you very much for your support!"

The rough-faced Theodoric shrugged and told Francois that his arm was injured and he couldn't shake hands. It was obvious that he was very proud of his performance: "When I heard the news, I knew I'm needed here, the kingdom needs me, so I'm here, and so far, it's not a bad result."

"Yes, the result is not bad." Francois withdrew his hand, the revenge was avenged, and the father-in-law was in a great mood.

The relationship between him and Theodoric is actually very bad, but after all, everyone is a fellow human being and a knight of the fairy in the lake, and there is still a consensus on the unification of the outside world.

"Hehehe~ The timing of Duke Theodoric's arrival is also very accurate." Ryan was injured all over, and he appeared from the side with a smile, with a little teasing in his tone.

"I am doing this helplessly, Ryan boy." Theodoric heard what Ryan meant, and he was a little bit cynical because of his age: "I and my subordinates only have more than two hundred people... now only There are more than 80 left, I must choose the right time, otherwise I will just provide new sources of soldiers for the undead."

"Hmm..." Ryan didn't have much opinion on this point. As Theodoric said, when the balance of the battle was swinging, Theodoric and his two hundred knights successfully played own role.

Then, the Duke's fearless charge brought Kemler a lot of trouble. Kemler, who had concentrated his troops to resist Ryan, had to be distracted to fight Theodoric.

Don't underestimate the 20 to 30 seconds of the battle. Theodoric had the same effect as the duel between Ryan and Gul. Kemmler, who was forced to distract himself from the fight, lost the best chance of escape and drove the undead The legion covered the timing of his retreat, otherwise the great necromancer might still be able to escape.

The battle in the sanctuary is like this, it is easy to defeat the opponent, but it is difficult to kill the opponent.

Thinking of this, Ryan's complexion improved a bit. Regardless of Theodoric's personal character, this timely support still played a decisive role in this war. This may indeed be Theodoric's speculative behavior , but as the main beneficiaries, both Francois and Ryan must accept his favor, so this old guy should also be proud.

After coming to Brittania for nearly ten years, Ryan began to understand the court and officialdom: "Thank you for your support, Your Excellency Theodoric."

"Don't thank me. If you really want to express your feelings, please help me pay a pension." Theodoric shook his head. He looked back at the knights who followed him. Loyal eyes staring at his duke's Berleon knights have been reduced from more than 200 people when they charged to more than 80 people: "They are the backbone of this kingdom!"

"Hmm!" Francois had no objection to this, and Duke Winford readily agreed to pay the pension.

"Hey~Hey~" Bellega led the dwarves of the Angrund clan to arrive, and the king of Eight Peaks Mountain arrived first: "Hey! You Britannia! Why is it over, no Give the dwarves a chance to perform!"

"There will be a chance for you guys to show off, King Belega." Ryan bared his teeth and said to Belega. The God-Chosen Champion of the Fairy in the Lake was severely injured in the duel with Gul, and he was covered in blood: "You and your clan People have shown us the glory and tenacity of the dwarves, and it is an honor to fight alongside you."

"Me too." Francois also said with a smile.

"Hey hey hey! I killed one hundred and fifty-nine of them! I remember them all!" Being put on a high hat and enjoying the compliments from everyone, the King of Eight Peaks Mountain was very proud. Bellegar held up his Angrund Hammer: "A dwarf never disappoints a friend, tell me, Brother Lane, how many have you killed?"

"It doesn't matter how many I killed, what matters is that I am very happy to see you safe and sound." Ryan had no intention of arguing with Bellegar: "My friend, King Bellegar."

"Me too, Brother Ryan." Hearing Ryan's answer, Bellegar was stunned for a while, and then murmured in a strange tone: "Well, I admit that your words are more beautiful, you must be on your mouth Smeared with our Anglund clan's secret barbecue sauce."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The battlefield after the battle was full of laughter, and even the serious wood elf lord Alaros couldn't help but smile.

After laughing, Francois' face became serious. He walked to Kemmler's headless corpse, pulled out his storage ring, and handed it to the Lake God Prophet for purification. Afterwards, Duke Winford used He held the black arrow stuck in Kemmler's chest: "Whose arrow is this? Who shot Heinrich Kemmler! Stand up!"

"It's me, my duke, and this is my black arrow." Bertrand, the commander of the Chalon Forest Patrol Battalion, came to the crowd with some trepidation. Francois, who was at the top of the domain, even went further because the knot in his heart had been resolved, looked directly at him, Bertrand licked his lips, and quickly knelt down: "This is my black arrow! Everyone can testify!"

"Yes, this is Bertrand's black arrow. He showed it to me." Ryan also came out to testify.

"Hmm... Made from the tendon of the sub-dragon heart, this is a dragon-core arrow specially designed to destroy demons. No wonder it can pierce Kemler's body." Alaros reached out and pulled the black arrow out of Kemler's body. The elf lord checked it, and said a rare good word: "Humans can actually make this kind of arrow. Although it is still a waste of money, it has finally played some role."

"Yes... yes!" Bertrand faced the Duke directly. The well-known "Green Arrow" in Ryan's territory was a little trembling. Supreme glory.

Many serfs had never had the chance to speak to the baron in their entire lives, but now they were able to talk face to face with the duke. What an honor it was?

"Kneel down." Francois said with a serious face.

"Crack!" Bertrand knelt down almost immediately after hearing the Duke's order. Francois clapped his hands, and his valet brought a shiny unicorn medal.

"Wow!" Everyone realized what was about to happen, and almost all the serfs who were watching this scene instantly had red eyes, jealous, unwilling, envious, and longing.

Shining medal! Noble lord! Almost all the serfs swallowed their saliva.

"The descendants of Redmond the Pure will never break their promise, I remember my promise." Francois took the silver plate from the valet and handed it to Ryan: "He is your subordinate, Ryan ,give it to you."

Armand, Ryan's flag bearer, took the silver plate, and Ryan unsheathed his sharp sword, and the Nemesis burning with platinum flames directly pressed on Bertrand's shoulder.

"I, the Earl of Glamorgan, the Baron Jean, and Lady's God-Chosen Champion, Ryan Machado, hereby formally confer on Bertrand Winford the honorary title of Lord of Honor! May you use your performance and your honor to continue to guard this country , fight for light and glory Britannia!"

"Yes!" Bertrand trembled, with tears in his eyes, he knelt down and kowtowed to Francois and Ryan.

Click on the left and right shoulders, pin the medal on the chest, and the award ceremony is completed.

No words can describe Bertrand's excitement, from serf to thief, sergeant to lord.

Starting today, there will be no more Bertrand the serf, Bertrand the thief, or Bertrand the sergeant.

And there is Sir Bertrand, Lord Winford!

The story of this rogue is destined to become another legend!

The war ended, and that night, the whole army had a good time with wine. Everyone at the grand banquet was drunk, even François, who was always elegant and calm, got very drunk, and everyone sang "Lady Bless Britannia" "And, the knights celebrated their victory loudly, and the whole monastery fell into a sea of ​​joy.

Halfway through the drink, Ryan came out of the banquet alone. The cold autumn wind blew across his face, which made the somewhat drunk earl sober up a little. He let out a long sigh and breathed out a breath of alcohol: "Wow~"

The lively La-Messenelle Abbey was full of joy and fire. Ryan cast his eyes on the snow-covered gray mountains in the distance, nodded, and then he stretched out his hand to catch the oncoming burden: "This is it?"

"You are very brave, Your Excellency Lane." The wood elf hero Alaros appeared from one side with a calm face: "I chose you as a trading partner, and Eslai feels traded about it. Eslai is very happy about this victory. The venison jerky, processed and blessed by us Eisley, represents our friendship with you."

"Thank you, but unfortunately I don't have anything to give you back now." Ryan knew how precious the venison jerky made by the wood elves was. In Britannia, this kind of thing can only be seen at the royal family's annual banquet.

"This victory is the best reward." Alaros nodded, and he walked to Ryan's side: "What are you thinking? You seem to have something on your mind?"

"I'm wondering if we celebrated too early, Matthew Bard and his Musillon... Forget it, the current military strength is very exhausted, and we have suffered heavy casualties. Humans are not dwarves. This battle is over, Matthew Bard De and his undead will be quiet for at least several years." Ryan frowned: "Victory is always short-lived."

"The world is like this, but in this moment, we can still celebrate victory."

"good!"

The two chatted for a while, and the lake goddess Morgiana appeared: "Lian?"

"Ok?"

"Come here, I have something to see you."