Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 206 After the battle

As the night was about to fall, Carl had already returned to his camp on his bat monster and landed quietly in a forest. The night battle had come to an end and everything was quiet again. He felt his heartbeat calm down a lot, but the power of the black sword still flowed through his body, bringing a faint throbbing.

Then he saw Isabel transformed into a human form and landed beside him, looking him up and down with a complicated look in her eyes.

Then she suddenly said:

"I carried out your orders, even though you invaded my homeland and slaughtered my people."

Carl was dismissive of this:

"Invasion of your homeland? Perhaps you have forgotten who started the war."

"Mother has already explained the reason to you. Now you have seen the state of these orcs. Do you still have doubts?" Isabel shouted.

"Even if it's true, in my opinion, your behavior is more terrifying than madness." Carl answered truthfully.

Isabel looked at him for a long time, then sighed: "I really can't understand why my mother values ​​you so much. Even King Philip has never treated you like this. She even sacrificed Ford..."

"Sacrifice Ford?" Carl looked at her with his eyes slightly sideways. He was not very surprised by Isabel's words because he had already felt it. It was that voice that guided him and made him see Ford's weakness.

Isabel didn't mean to hide it, she just smiled coldly:

"Otherwise, you have experienced the power of the black sword. Do you really think that a few ordinary people can destroy the vampire king?"

Carl frowned slightly and looked down at the black sword in his hand. He could feel the power flowing from the sword into his body. It was so powerful that it was even fascinating, but it also made him feel worried.

"Will this turn me into a vampire?" he suddenly asked.

Isabel did not answer this question, but sneered:

"Do you know what the funniest thing in this world is? The new vampire king is not a vampire~"

There was a hint of jealousy in her tone as she said this.

Then she sighed again:

"Well, since my mother has chosen you, you are my king, and I will obey your orders."

Not long after Isabel left, the sky gradually turned white. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun rising gradually, with warm light shining on his body. He could feel the warmth of the sun and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He could bask in the sun, his heart was still beating, and his blood was still flowing, which meant that he was still a living human being and had not become a vampire.

When they returned to the camp, they saw a mess. The soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield and sorting out the mess. Alia and Noura had been waiting in front of the tent for a long time. When they saw Carl coming back, they hurried over to him with worry in their eyes.

"Where have you been?" Alia spoke first, her tone full of concern. "We couldn't find you. After the battle, I thought something happened to you."

Nura stood aside with an equally solemn expression.

Carl looked at them, and suddenly a warm feeling rose in his heart. Then he smiled:

"solved."

The two of them still frowned, looking confused:

"What's solved?"

Then they got a surprising answer:

"The great chief is dead." Carl said this with unusual calmness.

"You did it? How is this possible?" Noura looked incredulous.

But subsequent facts forced them to believe that the orc troops actually retreated at dawn.

Noura was obviously the happiest person after hearing the news. A long-lost smile appeared on the princess's face. Noura nodded gently: "We are safe. This way, Daddy doesn't have to go south again!"

Alia stared at Carl with a worried look on her face:

"How did you do it?"

"Isabelle helped," Carl replied.

"Vampires?" Alia's eyes widened instantly, "They can't be trusted!"

But I heard Carl reply:

"Since Gareth is our hostage and they are willing to help, why not take advantage of them?"

"But they are vampires, and you know their methods," Alia replied.

"I know." Carl replied. He looked at his palm and seemed to still feel the black sword. He didn't believe Isabel's mother. There is no such thing as a free lunch. But now is not the time to think about it. The orcs have retreated, but only temporarily. Since they have new strength, he has to make changes here. He needs more powerful firepower to deal with the upcoming battle, and it is urgent.

In the castle of the Western Prime Minister, the wizard Casabelos walked slowly into the hall. He was leaning on a cane, hunched over, and limping. From time to time, a crow feather fell out of his wide black robe. Then he saw Prime Minister Aaron sitting alone on the lord's throne, seemingly thinking about something. The lights around him had all gone out with his arrival. Only a faint sunlight came through a colored glass window on the high wall, shining on Aaron's body, outlining a black outline.

Casabelos looked at the outline, then spoke slowly in a hoarse voice:

"Karl led his army to the Great Khan."

"Really?" Aaron raised his head, his eyes shining slightly.

"I was there. He aided the tribe, killed the orc chieftain, and was about to provide the tribe with his new weapons called muskets."

"Musket?"

"Our cavalry was defeated by this weapon." Casabelos replied, without any emotion in his tone.

Aaron's eyes flickered, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, and then he slowly repeated, "He not only brought people to aid the tribe, but also provided them with the latest weapons?"

"That's right." Casabelos said calmly, "He had already given the other party some artillery."

Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then said:

"If His Majesty knew, how would he react?"

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to define such a thing as treason," the wizard continued.

"Yeah~" Aaron nodded in agreement.

"When do you plan to act?" the wizard asked again in a hoarse voice.

Aaron smiled faintly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes:

"There's no rush. Let's wait for things to ferment for a while until Carl actually delivers the weapons to the tribe..."

Casabelos nodded and stepped back.

Aaron sat in a high-back chair with a deep look in his eyes. He thought everything was over and Carl would firmly take the position of Duke of the North, but now things seem to have taken a turn for the better. He seemed to still have a chance. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.