Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 16 Sixteen Champion Warrior or Lord?

Lord   Leff continued: "The patrol team dispatched overnight found three blood sacrifice altars in the slum within 500 meters of the church. At least 40 people died on the altars."

   "It's my dereliction of duty that I didn't send more inspections in the slums on weekdays." Krill, the top city defense chief, expressed guilt and admitted his shortcomings and mistakes.

   About 40% of the population of the whole town of Bray lives in slums, and the beliefs of all kinds of people are extremely complex.

   One thing that all Chaos sects have in common is that they are not detected by ordinary means, so witch hunters and temple knights do not immediately detect their presence. Because the Imperium already has many secret societies of all shapes and sizes that have nothing to do with Chaos, this makes discovering the Chaos cult an extremely difficult task for those trying to eradicate them.

   What's more, most Chaos believers are more difficult to deal with than ordinary people. The high degree of Chaos Corruption has caused the Chaos Believers' bodies to mutate greatly. The followers of Tzeentch and Nurgle can also use spells and plague magic, which makes it even more difficult.

"By the way, Laylen." Lord Leif didn't blame the chief guard, he sat in the corner of the hospital bed, staring straight at him: "My brother said, you have the power of a two-tailed comet. Is this true? ?"

   Earl Delavan's eyes were pleading.

When   Krill told him that this young man was the Chosen by Sigmar, Lord Leif was a little unconvinced in his heart.

   How can a chosen person be unknown? And an outpost soldier?

  Leif has been observing the young man in front of him. His expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and his tone was calm. Krill didn't appear flustered when he introduced his identity, and he believed it a little in his heart.

   A hint of surprise flashed in Laren's eyes.

   "Lord Leif is a devout Sigmar, and our Anlosian family once followed His Majesty Magnus the Redeemer." Seeing that Laylen was speechless, Krill explained.

He couldn't help showing a proud look, the tradition of martial arts in the north, focusing on strength and inheritance: "The ancestors of the Anluoxian family participated in the battle for Tarabeheim and the war of weeping blood, and fought **** battles with the Chaos army going south to the end. the present territory.”

   "Compared to these, my lord's divine choice can rest assured to show its power." The devout believers' worship of religion is incomparable, and Lord Leif is eager to get in touch with the power of the twin-tailed comet.

  What Krill did was to dissuade Lallen from being wary, and there was no harm in befriending a Chosen One.

  Lyren realized that this was a good opportunity to convince a great noble that he was a chosen one, the great benefit of which was undoubtedly a great advantage to him.

"Okay, but I have a word in advance. The earl must keep my identity strictly confidential, especially the soldiers who saw my power last night. I hope they can keep their mouths shut." Lailun glanced at the two of them and mentioned a small condition.

   "I don't want myself to be remembered by Chaos Cultists all the time. Fame is a double-edged sword, and now I can't hold this sharp sword."

  Cautiousness is necessary. In the history of the empire, there have been many god-chosen people. Among them, the most famous one is Argnes, an ordinary imperial nobleman, who has won the favor of the **** of nature, Taal.

Only in the second year, he used the power of nature in a huge beastmen war, summoning a large number of griffins to defeat the three beastmen beastmasters; in the war, he turned the tide and made Algnes's fame reach its peak. But on the second day of his birthday that year, he died suddenly in the wild.

   After the incident, the Elector of Tarabek was particularly angry about this, ordered a search of all leaders, sent a large number of witch hunters and even seconded the Silver Knights of Reikland, but it was fruitless for several years, and finally ended hastily.

   "No problem! Krill will handle this matter." Lord Leif agreed immediately.

   "Then, please look carefully."

  Lairn pulled out a palm, closed his eyes, and after meditating a few words, a palm-sized ball of light appeared out of thin air, and there seemed to be liquid flowing inside.

   The dimly lit ward suddenly glowed, and the milky white light enveloped in front of the three of them.

   Earl Delavan stared straight at the ball of light, his Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly reached out to touch it.

   looks like a trance, and murmured in his mouth: "The power of my lord."

The closer the    was, the more warm he felt. The souls of devout believers were baptized silently. The purifying effect attached to the dazzling technique could be described as a powerful weapon.

  Clear's expression was not much better at the moment, still staring at this scene in disbelief.

   Although I saw it once last night, I was more or less mentally prepared, but the light ball that appeared out of thin air brought a visual impact, just like a loner who is used to seeing the night and suddenly came into contact with the radiant environment.

   A prompt from the system also follows.

  【+2 piety】

The    light ball only lasted for more than ten seconds, and the volume became smaller and smaller, gradually shrinking into a light bead shape, and dissipated under Lailun's control.

   It took a while for the two of them to react.

  Lord Leif looked confused as if he had just woken up from a dream. The moment he touched the ball of light, he felt a sense of relief all over his body, and his limbs and bones became warm.

   The impetuous feeling in my heart also disappeared.

  Lef Lord Leif's eyes changed when he looked at Laren, and there was a brief silence in the room.

  Two female doctors wearing turquoise dresses pushed in the door, one of them bowed slightly: "Sir Count, the patient's wound needs to be re-medicated."

   Earl Delavan stood up and straightened his clothes: "Come in."

   In front of the two of them, the doctor carefully untied the thick bandage on Lallen's body, took out the ointment from a green long-necked bottle, and smeared it around the wound.

   Seizing the opportunity, Laylen recognized the holy symbol on the chest of the physician, the healing priest of the Church of Mercy.

   Some of the small wounds from the **** battle had already scarred, but the obvious wound from the chest to the abdomen was still festering.

The moment    unfastened the bandage, there was a burning pain in his abdomen, and Lailun gritted his teeth, groaning faintly.

   As the doctor applied the ointment, the wound felt cold, which greatly relieved the hotness of the abdomen. After putting a thick layer of clean bandage on Laren again, the two doctors withdrew and left.

   "Krill, you go out first and order the soldiers to completely block off the block around the church." Lord Leif motioned for his own brother to leave.

   "Okay." The latter nodded, turned around and walked out of the room, not forgetting to say: "Layen, take care of your injuries, if you have any difficulties, just talk to the lord."

"okay, thank you."

   Before he left, he closed the door.

  Lord Leif picked up two cups from the wooden cabinet, unscrewed a bottle of low-proof fruit wine on the plate, and the faint fruity aroma drifted into the room along the wine.

   The market price of such a bottle of fruit wine is about ten silver coins, which is priceless in most places.

This is brewed with the blessing of the priest of the Church of Mercy. The effect of the liquor is similar to that of a potion, and it has a certain effect on the recovery of the body. You can see a few bottles in any noble's home. As for ordinary soldiers, there are enough gold sore medicines in the alchemist's pharmacy. For their use, and moreover, Mercy Church does not sell to them.

  Leff poured a glass and handed it to Lallen: "Try it, the fruit wine just brewed this year, it tastes pretty good, I told them to add some honey to adjust the taste."

"thanks."

   "To be honest, I didn't expect such a daring Chaos sect to appear in this territory." The burly man sighed, and Laren noticed the tiredness in his eyes.

The Earl of Draven is located on the border between Midden and Drakovald Forest. It is only a two-day ride away from the city of Greenmenhagen, the earl's fief in the southeast. To the east, you can pass through an earl. Seeing the place where the white wolf God of War lives, Middenheim is the main city of Middenland.

Just north of the town of Bray, lies the famous Grimmenhagen Canyon. This notorious canyon is not only a strategic location leading to the midden's belly, but also a famous beast trail through which countless beastmen travel, so Green The walls of Menhagen are often hung with the corpses of war beasts.

   To cope with the constant attacks of the Beastmen, Lord Leif is already exhausted, and coupled with the chaos sect hidden in Bray Town, he feels that the pressure on his shoulders is too heavy.

  The room fell silent.

Lailun didn't know what to say to the earl, so he comforted him a little: "There is nothing to relax, the earl has done a very good job, at least it can be seen from the outposts on the border, Della Wenling is quite peaceful and stable."

   "However, the resources and food supply of the border garrison are insufficient on the one hand, and I hope that the Count can provide supplies as soon as possible. In another month, it will be the end of autumn and winter, and beastman attacks are most likely to occur during the changing seasons."

"Um?"

  Lord Leif turned his eyes back and put his eyes on the young man in front of him: "So, Lord Lallen, you have been to the border outpost, right?"

  Lyren thought to himself: I've been there, I'm a soldier at the outpost! You are starving us.

   "I'm a soldier at the Berg outpost under Bray Town, Lord Earl, and also your soldier." Laylen continued.

   "Your Excellency. Or the soldiers stationed at the outpost?" Leif said in surprise, he suddenly felt that everything seemed so absurd.

   "In my original clothes, there is a soldier's waist card. The count can send someone to look for it in the church."

  Leif was silent for a long time.

   "That's it, Your Excellency Laren." After a while, he spoke again, a little excited: "Can you be my personal champion warrior?"

   "I can pay you dozens of times the salary of the outpost officer, at least 200 gold coins per year!"

   "And I will be appointed as the captain of the Empire in Bray Town, enjoying the treatment of the castle, and will lead the army of the Earl of Draven together with Creel. In time, I will give you two more villages, what do you think?"

Earl Delavan saw the potential of Lallen in the future. A God-chosener who is so young can fight against a Khorne bull-level demon, and he can survive, giving him twenty years, enough to grow into a leader. Powerful legendary warrior.

   Every noble will train a private champion warrior for himself. When facing the conflict of interests between human beings, the outbreak of war is the second and most extreme choice.

At this time, both sides need to send their respective champion warriors to fight a warrior duel. They represent the interests of their respective nobles and avoid the expansion of the dispute. Being nominated to participate in such a duel is the greatest honor a warrior can get. No matter whether they win or lose, they are in the duel Any action in this will save thousands of lives.

   Judging from Lallen's current performance, the price offered by Earl Delavan is too high.

   200 gold coins a year, which is more than a hundred times stronger than being an ordinary soldier. According to the ratio of gold coins and copper coins, this price is enough to hire a team of elite hundred guards for a whole year!

   This money can be used to lead a prosperous life in the southern electorate, and there is no need to "struggle" from now on.

   Such favorable conditions made Lailun a little moved.

  [The system prompts, if the host chooses to join a certain faction, it will be regarded as giving up the lord panel]

  [Automatically delete the lord panel and increase the upper limit of the host level lv5]

   Originally, the little deer's heart was rambling, but the system hit him with an icy iron fist, which made the old deer stagger.

   It’s okay to delete the lord panel, and add a limit to the level! Isn't this life-threatening!

   system, you are ruthless.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Count, I need to refuse your request." Laylen endured the pain in his heart, if the heartache is a knife stuck in his back, Laylen's back is riddled with holes: "I prefer A free and unrestricted way of life, with an unfettered future."

   Turn around and think about it, isn't it a good thing to be a lord yourself?

  You can do whatever you want, do whatever you want.

   And the system secrets on Lallen must not be known to outsiders. To become the Earl's private champion warrior, there will definitely be countless eyes staring at him, and Lallen is not easy to explain if he accidentally reveals his feet.

   "Of course, when the Count is facing the enemies of chaos in the future, if there is any need, I will do my best to help."

Hearing Laylen's answer, Leif couldn't help but feel lost, but he was relieved quickly. Naturally, a Divine Chosen would not follow his orders. Becoming a private champion warrior means Laylen and him will be in the same boat in the future. Will be branded with the label belonging to Lord Draven.

   In all respects, it does more harm than good.

"Okay then, Lord Rylan, I respect your choice." Leif said with relief: "At any time, the seat of Earl Delavan's private champion warrior will always be reserved for you, as long as Lord Rylan is willing, you are welcome at any time, on condition constant."

   "Have a good rest, the church affairs will be dealt with. I have already instructed that the pastors of the Mercy Church will do their best to rescue Zeis, and Your Excellency Lallen can rest assured."

"Oh, right."

   Earl Delavan took off a waist card before leaving and handed it to Lallen.

   "This is the order of the Earl of Draven. Every town in Midenland and Nordland will open their arms to you. I hope Lord Lallen can come to my castle in three days."

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  Work problem, sorry for being late again

   (end of this chapter)