Throne of the North.

Chapter 538 Working Hard for Gerald
Continue to ask for food from the nobles in the south?
Everyone present fell silent. Beside Kemon, the golden knight For was looking vigilantly at the ferocious beasts in the surrounding forest. He didn't notice them last time, perhaps because of hunger, but this time he was shocked to find out how these beasts appeared in the forest and in such harmony.

But they don't look like druids. Those druids look like wild beasts, but you can clearly feel the aura of magic.

"Is this okay?"

Ke Meng opened his eyes wide in shock. He loved to show off too much and was too naive.

No, it should be said that it is not him, but Gerald. The thoughts brought by the ancient traditions here are still stuck in the state of many years ago. They have many good qualities, and the perfect imagination of human beings about knights and nobles can be seen in them.

This is a very high evaluation.

When the fox-skinned Brunimigis thought about what he was about to say, he couldn't help but mourn for the child. He might be exposed to the insidiousness and cunning that he shouldn't know.

Gerald had no idea how to strengthen himself. For hundreds of years, their foundation and wealth had been less every year than the previous year.

The legacy left by one of the few kingdoms has been consumed for hundreds of years but is still in decline. Tsk tsk tsk tsk.

"Lord Ryan's original words were 'Gerald's war is doomed to fail because they have forgotten why they are fighting since the first day of the war.'"

"I'm talking about you. Lord Ryan said that your war was for the Church of the Dawn, for the Pope, and for the faith of the Lord of the Dawn. But from the beginning, you were only fighting for your own honor and dignity, for the right of the noble Lord Gerald to speak in the north, and because the Earl did not want to lose this war and all the remaining wealth."

"You did it for many things, but not for the dawn."

Fox Skin's loud words made Ke Meng lower his head. On the other side, the knights and noble young masters from the Earldom of Golden Eyes were also thinking. They were older, so they were thinking about the connection between the two things.

"We fight for Gerald, that is, for the Morning Light. We have loyalty and faith in the Morning Light."

The eldest son of the Earl with Golden Eyes, a tall young man in his late twenties, spoke in a firm tone.

On the other hand, his nephew Kemon was much simpler. He was just ashamed that his faith in the morning light did not seem pure enough.

"At that time, I also asked this question. Isn't your loyalty for the dawn?"

"Do you know how Lord Ryan answered me?"

Fox Skin kept it a secret, and a wolf not far away looked at him with disdain. The people of Gam didn't know why Fox Skin was fox skin and not the skin of other more powerful beasts.

Because he is smart enough and cunning enough, just like a fox.

Ryan didn't tell him so much. What happened later was just a process that this guy came up with based on Lord Ryan's purpose.

Fox Skin still has his own hobbies and interests. Compared with the tall knights around him, he is petite, but at this moment, standing on the stone under the tree and looking at the people in front of him with a burst of curiosity, he also became excited, just like a short fox teacher standing on the podium explaining knowledge to the tiger.

"Lord Ryan said that the Dawn Church is so powerful. The Earldom of Gerald only inherited a little bit of the wealth of the former kingdom, but they have been able to prosper for hundreds of years without having to communicate or trade with the outside world. What about the Church?"

"The Church has ruled the Norris Continent for countless years, and their wealth has been accumulating since ancient times."

"They have a huge amount of wealth. If there is even a little bit of it, it can support the continuation of this war."

"In the south of the empire, the empire tried its best to start a war with the Holy See, but the result was that the war always broke out in the Thousand Lakes Province of the empire. The war started by the empire failed to break out of the empire. This is the foundation of the Holy See."

"The war in the north is also a war between the Holy See and the Holy See, and it was initiated by the Holy See, not Gerald. But now they are caught in the shadow of war because of logistics and food."

“Isn’t that the biggest problem?”

"This war was started by Gerald, but it should not be Gerald who supports the war, but the Holy See."

……

“They need to pay more.”

The two earls were also thinking about this question in the manor of Knight Tiffany of Moonlight.

They didn't want to think about it. After all, the two earls and many people in the earldom were believers of the Dawn. No matter whether they were devout or hypocritical, years of habit made them a part of the Dawn Church.

But the current situation forces them to think.

Pastor Yawen needed food, and they needed food too, but they couldn't get the food themselves, and the wheat that should have been harvested in the fall was forced to be harvested early.

There is none inside the territory, but outside the territory, there are up, down, left, right, east, south, west and north. One direction is the north, and they should be thankful that the monsters in the north cannot steal their food. The other is the west, which is the direction of the Andara Kingdom. If they could fight there, they would not start a war at their doorstep now.

One is in the east, the [Forest]. Even they dare not step into it easily. Others only think of the power of the elves, but the [Moonlight] Knight knows very well that in that vast and dense forest, every tree has life, and they are very scary.

They have been the only ones providing food to the elves, and there has been no example of them buying from them in return.

If we can't get food from any of the three directions, then the only thing left is the south...

"I will write letters to the Kingdom of Coran and the Cathedral of the Holy See."

Count Zeton Motong said this and looked at his uncle Count Jintong. Going south from Gerald's side, across the plain, is the Kingdom of Kolan, one of the nine kingdoms in the south.

Count Golden Eyes was still hesitating.

"I don't want to lose this war. Gerald's bloodline must return to its homeland, whether it means waiting for the great Lord of Dawn to melt the snow in the North or Gerald's bloodline must go back through the North."

"That was the oath we made to our ancestors, and Gerald's bloodline is honored by it."

“We will put our crowns back on.”

The crown... The two earls looked at the Moonlight Knight. The crown that belonged to them was in this manor. That was why the two earls would appear here whenever something happened, because the crown represented Gerald's legitimacy, but none of their two families were qualified to wear it now.

"I can write letters too. Yes, we asked for too little before."

"We need more food. Tell them that they were looted by the imperial army while transporting food. That's because the army they sent was not strong enough. Otherwise, how could the imperial army have taken away the supplies for this war of faith?"

"Gerald has lost too much for Dawn."

Count Mo Tong blinked his eyes. It seemed that he was still lacking something compared to his experienced uncle.

"It's just... why did the baron tell you how to get supplies?"

The legendary knight, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up and asked with some confusion.

"He wants to continue to steal food and sell it to us."

"It's for Gerald's wealth."

The two earls spoke at the same time, one sentence at a time, and then looked at each other, both gritting their teeth.

"The people of the Empire are greedy. They wanted Gerald to become an earldom of the Empire and promised to give us the power of a province in order to bring the wealth of the South to our kingdom."

"They have already taken away more than half, but they are still not satisfied."

The two were unwilling to give in. At the beginning, the northern nobles who fled south were more or less asked to pay tolls by the empire, and this tradition was naturally passed down among the nobles.

"The same is true for that baron. If the war ends too early, Gerald's wealth will become compensation to the kingdom and the empire after the war is lost, and he will get nothing."

"He wants to squeeze us dry before the war is over, and then end the war."

"He was too arrogant, but he won the war against one of the six orc kings and even killed one of the kings."

"Then we must defeat him in this war."

……

……

Rumble.

Herds of big buffalo are running wildly across the plains. They are a little irritable this summer, and even the fertile rainfall cannot dispel their anger.

In just less than a month, they were driven here and there, and those overbearing humans and carnivores from the plains also joined in the fun.

Do you really think that buffaloes are vegetarians?

The enraged buffaloes were angry for a while, and then started to compete with the zebras for water and grass. They had no fixed territory to begin with, and now they had to live a wandering life following the water and grass.

Even though they are vegetarians, they will bite people no matter how weak their temper is.

The big buffaloes huddled together, their shiny black horns emitting a cold and sharp light. They mooed and watched the human armies fighting over there.

Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and the terrible smell of blood made them want to vomit. The knights who were killing everyone in the battlefield were all wrapped in iron lumps. They were so powerful that in just a short while, a zebra was seen being picked up by a knight and thrown to the soldiers on the other side, knocking down many people.

hiss……

They still didn't bite anyone, so the big buffaloes huddled together and looked in another direction, where there were many ferocious beasts, including lions, vultures, leopards, and even damn hyenas.

Ok……

It’s not easy to bite here either.

Looking back, there were many tall trees at the end of the field of vision. The big buffaloes didn't dare to enter them. That [forest] would eat all life that did not belong to it. In the past, many powerful monsters came out to hunt them.

Looking around, the big buffaloes found that there was no place for them to stand in this world. Are they so miserable? Is this world too cruel to buffaloes?
Furious!
Hundreds of buffaloes shivered in the grass-covered stream, huddled together and not daring to go anywhere. As a warhorse neighed and rushed over with a knight, and more knights were chasing him, the buffaloes panicked and wanted to tell the human being being chased, "Can you please not run this way?" In the past, they had worked together to scare off the beasts, but now...

Stab it!

The sharp knight's sword, with the cold light of the North, split a mad and insane buffalo in half. The bloody flesh fell down with the gushing blood. In the middle of the cracked buffalo's corpse, Egil jumped up from the back of his warhorse, crossed a distance of dozens of meters and landed behind the terrified knight of the Kingdom of Kolan who was fleeing.

The terrifying force was accompanied by a wolf howl. The fleeing knight looked in horror at the grass and water meadow in front of him that was getting farther and farther away from him.

--boom! ! !

The huge force caused the warhorse to be grabbed by one hand and slammed to the ground, splashing a lot of water.

Egil glanced at the big buffaloes around him who were frantically pushing their companions away from them, and finally his eyes fell on the knight in front of him who had one leg pinned under his horse.

He was screaming, but he was even more afraid when facing Egil's gaze.

"I, I, I am the knight squire of Grand Duke Gaelan of the Kingdom of Coran. You, you can't kill me. The Grand Duke will pay the ransom for me."

"Me, don't kill me!"

Looking at the hand that Egil stretched out to him, the knight's soul was scared to death. He saw with his own eyes that this terrible monster defeated hundreds of soldiers he brought with him by itself. They besieged one person, but it was like besieging a dragon, which was enjoying the process of slaughter.

The irritable Egil had calmed down because of the end of the war. He pulled the knight up from under the horse and helped him put the broken leg bone back into place.

Listening to the screams in his ears, Egil became a little impatient.

"You should be thankful that the crazy woman Bogold was not allowed to participate in the war, otherwise you wouldn't even have the courage to speak."

"ransom?"

Egil reached out and pulled the purse off the man's body.

"Okay, you can leave with your soldiers and slaves. No ransom is required, and I won't kill you all."

The knight was afraid to speak. He did not believe a word of Egil's words. He was not like this on the battlefield just now. This man alone defeated the morale of the entire army before those cavalry charged in their faces.

But in the end, the knight still escaped alive, limping. This is the advantage of being extraordinary. They have strong vitality and can walk even with a broken leg. However, after leaving sight, the knight stole a horse from his companion.

“These grains…”

Egil glanced towards the north, where there was a group of troops... with little combat effectiveness.

"You can only transport two hundred carts of this food!"

“Only two hundred cars.”

Egil shouted loudly, asking Gerald's slave army to take away the carriages.

"This... don't we need to sign a contract this time?"

A knight asked, they were here to receive the supplies sent by the Kingdom of Kolan, but when they just arrived here, the war was already coming to an end, they didn't even have the courage or strength to shout and kill, they just watched the massacre end quickly.

"Contract? We can't take much of this food with us. If we leave it here, won't it still be yours in the end?"

"Don't be nervous. We fought this war with all our might and killed hundreds of people just to get the food for you."

Egil looked at the knight with some confusion, and then watched Gerald's army leave with a large amount of food.

Not long after, another army led by Earl Gerald also arrived. As usual, Egil asked them to take away some food, and then drove away the intact grain carts loaded with oxen and horses.

After they left, Earl Gerald's army turned back again, and a large number of slaves snatched food from the mouths of the buffaloes.

……

"The war is so brutal. It seems that Pastor Yawen is also aware that the lack of food is chasing him and he dare not stop."

"He is so anxious, Gerald can only accompany him and send all the knights to the battlefield."

"Gerald's noble territory is not strong enough. The only ones who are qualified to participate in the war of the three extraordinary legions are the knights. They only care about the beginning and not the end. If I don't leave them food in the south, they will not get a single grain of food."

"but now……"

Ryan pointed to the battlefield ahead. It was almost visible to the naked eye that both the Cross Redemption Army and Gerald's Knight Army had slowed down the pace of their attacks.

"Now they can continue the war for a few more days. There is no need for them to go into a desperate situation and start a life-and-death battle today."

Ryan laughed.

"If it was before, they might not feel anything, as they would be strong enough in the war, but now, when food appears, they will feel at ease. With food in hand, they will not panic."

"In war, the last thing a soldier should have is a sense of peace of mind. Even if victory is in sight, soldiers may die in the pursuit and lose benefits in the process of rewarding merit afterwards."

"If there are problems in logistics, there will definitely be problems on the front line."

"This is war, even if they are extraordinary."

"The enemy will be reassured because of the food, so there will be no time to launch a reckless attack. Your Excellency can rest assured that today's war will be the same as yesterday's and will not have any results."

"It's no use for Pastor Yawen to be anxious."

Count Pascal nodded. Ryan made similar judgments every day, and there were no problems every day, but he was still confused.

"But there will always be times when they are out of food, and we don't want to face a well-fed Crusader Army."

"When that day comes..."

Ryan responded to Count Pascal's words.

"When that day comes, it will be the day of your revenge. I assure you, if they had run out of food ten days ago, I don't think they would have lost. But now they are facing such a desperate situation again."

"They will be weaker than they have been at any other time in this war."

Ryan was confident enough. After observing for the past few days, he had realized that those Crusaders were still human beings, not some strange creatures.

If it's human, then it's easy.

"If they fail again and again, they will lose the courage to face us."

“That day will come soon.”

"When Gerald didn't tell the truth when he first got the food, it was impossible for them to tell the truth again."

"Lies don't hurt people, but the truth forces them to make a decision."

"In ten days, ten days from now, I will go and meet that [Moonlight] Knight in person."

"That's when we'll truly invite him to help you kill Pastor Yawen."

Count Pascal was surprised.

"That's dangerous."

"No, when that time comes, the safest place will be next to that Moonlight Knight."

"As a former king's guardian knight, no one is better at protecting people than him."

"But to be on the safe side, I want you to invite Lord Ivy to join us. You know, the ten great magicians of the empire are not easy for a baron like me to invite."

Count Pascal nodded and said:

"Whatever he wants, I will satisfy him."

"But what are you going to do in the next few days? Or intercept the food in the south and give them some of it?"

"No, if nothing unexpected happens, there will be no more food being sent from the south. The Kingdom of Kolan is not a large grain grower. Besides, the Crusaders believe that Gerald stole the food from me, but the Kingdom of Kolan will not believe it."

"My soldiers will let some people go back"

"When Gerald lost everything, they had no choice but to turn to the Empire."

"Of course, there is one last one, and that is the Holy See. Gerald needs to break free from the embrace of the Holy See."

Ryan told Count Pascal his plan without reservation, not to show off or advertise, but because he wanted to win the support of Pascal, a great noble count in the empire, so he had to demonstrate his abilities.

Simply put, the aura of a king or a hero is not innate.

If you want to gain the support of real people who can think and consider their own interests and the future, you must have strength.

(End of this chapter)