A few days later, when Kerriben opened his wounded eye, revealing a color as the sea under a clear blue sky, everyone couldn't help but smile with pleasure - in the battle with the pirates, the thief Glenn was the least injured, with only a few minor abrasions and bone cracks, and the poison smeared on the arrow that shot Leona was not violent, and its greater effect than killing the enemy was to paralyze the opponent's consciousness, a "bridle" under Dada's command He knew the unique color of this poison taken from the internal organs of a giant starfish, and knew how to remove its ill effects on humans. Except that the wounds were wiped with wine and vinegar, and the wounded were given plenty of water, the Norman of the Highlands did not have too many frightening wounds on her body, the worst of which was probably the bruises left by the back hitting the rocks, and she was completely fine with just one healing spell from the priest, and the pirate who caught Mei Mi was shot by an arrow and was made into a trance by the priest's magic when her arm was unconsciously forced, thus breaking two of the priest's ribs, and for the next ten days she had to abandon the silk robe and instead wrap a rough and thick homespun cloth (a cloth woven from the fibers of palm leaves) lest the ribs that have been displaced by inadvertent movements pierce the delicate internal organs.

As far as Gavin the Norman of the Highlands had seen, what happened to the black-haired colleague as the main target of the ruthless female warlock was really not good, especially after he used his body as a shield to protect the elves several times in order to prevent Kerryben from being injured again- Although he didn't look like a badly injured man, it was a fact that the warlock fell silently as soon as he fled, and in the end, he rejected Gavin's healing on the grounds that he had a healing potion, and instead poured out all his healing skills on the elves.

Perhaps he did have some unexpectedly good potions, and at noon the next day, Gavin saw the black-haired spellcaster emerge from his tent unscathed, his face calm and his expression flat.

The Lich had to be thankful that the damage taken by this body was more inclined towards negative energy, curses, and acid. These are just ringworm scabies for the positive energy that is surging inside the body, and if yesterday it was not the weak-blooded Ryette, but his siblings, like Ostal, he is not sure if he will be able to get out of it, and even worse, he will reveal his true identity prematurely.

He should have spoken to his cohabitant, but now he had to save his eyes for the elf, and the former undead cursed another soul who dwelt in this body for the thousandth time, and he was about to become a priest of Ilmort, but in the end he resigned himself to taking out the so-called "potion"—his diluted and mixed blood. Although he can't say that he is 100% sure before using it, who knows what will become?Speaking of which, Kerry used his blood for the second time, and the first time the elf did not turn into an octopus can be said to be Angrice's blessing, this time the lich hopes that Angryth still favors this pale blonde-haired elf, the only son of the king of the silver-crowned jungle, but don't grow a few more eyes because the positive energy in the potion is too fierce, imagine it, the elf ranger Kerry has a compound eye like a fly, of course. That's ridiculous, the problem is that the lich can be sure that he's the one who was forced to settle the matter in the end.

Luckily, there was no superfluous or abrupt change, and the elf's eyes were still as bright as the stars. The cursed scars on his cheeks also began to dry and smooth, and no longer leaked the restless black blood.

They rested a little under the broken black conch rock, and the Norman soldiers of the Highlands had twelve wounded. But there were no dead and no serious injuries, and the wounded were still whispering and laughing at each other. Rushing to tell Birdwin about how much fish, lobster, and pork he had eaten at Cape Fortress to grow a lot of fat in such a short time, causing him to be sluggish and stabbed by the dwarf-like pirates with toothpick-like swords and daggers—Birdwin and the others lay in a tent, laughing from time to time. In fact, even though these soldiers had been well rested and fed during their stay at the fort, they could not shake off the withering and emaciation accumulated over the months, and they were like the knights, with their eyebrow bones prominent, their eye sockets and cheeks sunken into three deep shadows, and when they took off their coats and shirts, they could clearly see the outlines of their ribs and shoulder blades, and there were almost no muscles on their bodies.

The coats and shirts they had taken off had been washed, but even they were as clean as fresh snow could not hide the new stitching marks that were familiar to Baldwin, long, narrow, streamlined by swords, stars in the shape of arrows, and in three or four rows from the claws of orcs— The surging anger beat like the tide in the hearts of the former Lord of Thunder and the Paladin, and he did not know what Dylan Donclair thought, did he think that the only reason why Thunder Castle was a cornerstone that the orcs had not shaken in hundreds of years was because it was a strong fortress? No, Thundercastle, hated and feared by the orcs, exists only because of his people, the loyal knights, the fearless soldiers, their families, the craftsmen and merchants who serve the soldiers and knights, who are the strongest shields and the sharpest spears, and now, the son of the elder Don Cree, his brother, is tearing apart, destroying and crushing this solid fortress.

Baldwin had heard a few things about Castle Thunder, and he knew that Dylan had been put in the hands of his mages with the support of the new king, and that the knights and soldiers had been screened, removed, and eliminated one by one, and those who missed him or did not approve of Dylan's practices were forcibly expelled, and their families were evicted from their homes where they had lived for decades and centuries, and the remaining craftsmen and merchants were also subject to strict scrutiny。

The former lord of Thundercastle doubted more than once whether he was doing the right thing, and before he left the royal capital, he was glad that Thundercastle still had a Don Cree to rule and watch, but he found him wrong, and since then, Dylan Don Clay is no longer the green-eyed rabbit he remembers, he is no longer the younger brother of Baldwin Don Clay, nor is he the son of Old Don Cree, he doesn't love them. On the contrary, he was full of hatred for them - the new King John and Dylan's mother, Princess Diane, had been injecting their venom into the child's heart for decades, making him hypocritical and cold, and in order to erase all traces of Birdwin, Dylan Donclay did not mind shaking the foundations of the entire Castle of Thunder, and his anger even spread to these innocent soldiers - in the way they fought for the Castle of Thunder, After paying for the Normans of the Highlands with nearly a third or even a half of his life, he discarded them like a broken slipper, leaving them to endure hunger, cold, and orc minions in the endless wasteland.

Baldwin's body is struck by the Sea Devil's flail. In addition to the broken bones, there was torn flesh, his leg was pierced by a shuttle dart, and many more, large and small, but they did not cause a ten-thousandth of the pain in Baldwin's heart. Lying beside him, walking around the tent, temporarily resting on the borders of the Archduke Luzel's domain, the soldiers were full of trepidation, they were like Baldwin's brothers and children. When Baldwin was the lord of Thundercastle, all he could do was keep them warm, and occasionally a silver coin or two could be used to surprise his wife and children, but what about the damage he had done to them? Unparable damage, to this day, Baldwin is unable to apologize to them, nor can he make amends for them - his broadsword, chain mail, coins, and even clothes belong to the princess Leona. The shelter they were to receive belonged to Cremar, and even the food, swords, and bows they were given were provided by the Archon and the Mage Alva of the Fortress. He himself was empty-handed.

Xiu walked to Baldwin's side, maybe no one else noticed, but he was also the one who followed Baldwin for nearly ten years anyway, although he only had to be in charge of logistics and reserve knights before the mutation spawned, he knew no less about Baldwin than his Hu never did. Unfortunately, Berdwin's personal entourage, those who followed him to the royal capital were beheaded and hanged by the new king one by one on charges of belonging to the treason, and those who remained in Thundercastle were also imprisoned by Dylan Donclay on various charges, and there was no more news of it, and the banishment was a fluke for them, but he could not say this to Baldwin, otherwise his poor master would be afraid that it would be difficult to escape from the abyss of repentance and sorrow.

"You're still alive," Xiu whispered, "we're alive too, we're together again," he stared into Baldwin's eyes, "we...... Always waiting for you, sir. ”

He said: "Waiting for you, take us back to the Highlands Norman, back to the royal capital, back to Thunder Castle." ”

Dada was caught in a state of contented busyness.

Slaves who served their master and his friends had to be brought back (although some soldiers were willing to do the work for them, but they would not obey an outsider's orders), and a greater selection of "skilled hands" from which the soldiers might not have needed slaves, but the knights certainly did, and almost all of them were men in the prime of life, and Dada's father and brother had figured out what they needed most, and the "bridle heads" Dada ordered them to let the slaves offer more food, you can't let these people go into the sea to catch fish by themselves, not to mention that the soldiers here are almost all roe deer who are not good at water (the southerners are a contemptuous name for the northerners), if you can't get enough bread for the time being, then taro with cane sugar and beet sugar is also okay, this right is still within Dada's control, and the tents of the host and guests, The sedan chair has been burned by the flames, the horses have been scared away, or the legs and necks have been broken, all of which require Dada's handwriting and the master's seal to remobilize from the merchants, uh, the master doesn't have a seal, well, magic runes are also possible, maybe this can make the merchants move faster, the biggest problem is that Dada needs to negotiate with the merchants in person, "bridles" and "cows and horses" One was tools, the other was livestock, and the merchants wouldn't even say a word to them, but the soldiers were willing to help, climbing palm trees, cutting leaves and setting up tents, and the lifeless pirates, who wanted to dig graves in the sand and bury them, but Dada stopped them. There is no better place for these evil thieves to be buried than in the sea, and they don't need to sail a boat, just remove their clothes and move to a place where the sea can submerge their entire bodies - the Dragonfire Islands are rich in a kind of carrion creatures called giant starfish, some say they are naturally generated, others think they are the product of warlocks, but they don't hurt corals like other starfish, and the numbers are not so alarming, so the people of the Dragonfire Islands go with them. Their favorite is rotting carcasses, fish, shellfish, shrimp...... From the corpses of sea insect larvae as small as grains of rice to the carcasses of whales as large as houses, if there is no external interference, even the latter will need to be completely covered by giant starfish in one night, and groups of giant starfish will vomit their stomachs and secrete acid to dissolve these bodies, the size of pirates, which can be eaten in about three nights.

The great merchants, who had taken possession of the side islands, soon arrived, bringing with them food, horses, tents, and palanquins, as well as their carefully selected slaves, who had pretended to be deaf and dumb for the first few days when Cremar and the others had just arrived on the side islands. On the islands of the Dragonfire Islands, can a lord without an army still be called a lord? Even if he is a spellcaster, unless he is a dragon, how can he fight against an army, even if he is not caught and killed, he will be forced to flee far away, in this case, it has become a thankless task to please him. Even at nightly banquets, more than one guy secretly made a bet that their new lord could survive on the side island for a few days.

Now, of course, it was different, two hundred soldiers who had retreated from the battlefield against the orcs were already sharp and dangerous weapons, and nearly two thousand or more soldiers would arrive in the next period of time! Among them were knights and mages!

As soon as they heard the news, they came obediently, and brought with them a gift ten times more generous than they had expected. (To be continued.) )