I Want To Be a Nobleman

At the end of the continent, Harold and his party, who are about to arrive at their new home, finally saw the green scenery, with sparse vegetation standing in front of them, and more importantly, a clear river flowing past.

"Water! Water!!"

"it is finally over!"

A large number of civilians and soldiers flocked to the river to drink water. There were so many people that Harold had to maintain order. After successfully leading the civilians out of the desert, his prestige was completely restored, preventing the crowded riot that almost occurred.

Due to the monster's surprise attack, a large number of livestock escaped. In addition to affecting the speed of the journey, the most terrible thing was the loss of water. These civilians had not drank water for a day and a half.

Harold's endless water bag is at most enough for a few people to drink, and even many knights are thirsty with smoke from their throats.

"Will drinking unboiled water make you sick? Forget it, don't worry about it, it's finally over. The migration loss this time is really too much!"

Harold was a little relaxed, but also a little sad. He didn't let these civilians rest for too long, but he tried his best to encourage him: "Keep working hard, we are only one step away from our home. If you don't want to sleep in the wild, hurry up and build a house there." own house!"

Harold was so anxious that he just wanted to feel sent to the civilians and leave everything to Rand so that he could take Crome away with him.

After walking for another half a day, I finally arrived at the rudimentary settlement, which is still some distance from the city or village, but it is much better than the wild camp, with a large number of simple but sturdy houses.

In the distant plains, farmland was gradually opened up, and the surrounding trees and boulders were almost cut down and mined. I believe it will not be long before this place will become a vibrant big city and countless peripheral villages.

"Brother, let's discuss the more detailed planning process all night tonight, and call Uncle Kryon. When the time is right, we can discuss the new king. Although the number of people is small, we are considered an independent country!"

Rand is very excited. He is responsible for most of the planning of this place. He can realize all kinds of ideas in his heart, build a city from scratch, and expand the country. The extreme pleasure of farming makes every one of Rand Cells are cheering.

After hearing this, Harold's face suddenly became a little depressed. Rand didn't know about Cleon, and he couldn't keep it a secret for long, but Cleon didn't want to say it, and it was hard for him to reveal it.

"No need, I'm about to set off with Chrome and the sun priest, and I'll leave it to you here! Basically, you are fully responsible, and Kryon will support you. In addition, there are more critical decisions, so ask for a little Get Anne's opinion!"

Harold explained these things to Rand in a complicated mood. Although he was going to set off after meeting Cleon, he had no intention of resting at all.

"No, brother, this is too urgent. Shouldn't you rest for at least a day or two? Those civilians also need you to give an inspiring speech. This is the homeland we have arrived at after a lot of hardships, and we are about to start a new life. life, should not be slightly"

"It's urgent, I'll leave everything to you!" Harold interrupted Rand. If it was really just to help the orcs, it would be okay to be late a day or two, but this is a matter of Cleon's life, so it must be done as soon as possible.

Rand nodded numbly, and didn't say anything else. He couldn't persuade Harold about what he had decided. At this time, the sun priest was already doing a tasteless magical treatment in Kryon's camp.

Divine spells can heal wounds, but those strange curses in Kryon's body will not be dispelled. It only takes a few minutes for the healed wounds to open again.

Harold's original intention was to let Kryon persevere as hard as possible, try to drag him back, and don't give up hope, but he was shocked when the sun priest came up with a word.

"Harlot, use your awakening spell [Flame of Punishment] to attack Kryon's wounded place!" The sun priest's expression was very serious, and this seemed to be his thoughtful idea.

Harold suspected that something was wrong with his ears, and asked hesitantly: "What did you say? Let me attack Kryon with the flame of punishment??"

Isn't this killing Kryon? Harold wanted to knock on the head of the sun priest to see if there was something wrong with him.

"Yes, listen carefully, your flame of punishment is not an ordinary flame, but a powerful weapon bestowed by the great sun, and the sun is what that monster fears the most?"

When Harold heard this, he understood a little bit about the meaning of the sun priest. Simply put, the sun priest guessed from the fact that the monster was suppressed by the sun that the monster was afraid of the sun's divine power.

Harold agrees with this point. He uses the flame of punishment to deal with monsters indeed has an extraordinary effect, but this does not guarantee that the curse on monsters is also effective, and Kryon has been hit by his flame of punishment a few times now. There is no need to wait for the curse to continue to erode, and it will be cremated directly.

"No, it's too dangerous, I can't take the risk, I'd better take back the Sun Scepter and talk about it!"

Harold shook his head. If there is no other solution, this can be tried as a last resort, but although it is very difficult to get back the Sun Priest, in Harold's opinion, it is much better than blindly gambling and trying his luck.

"Harlot, have you ever thought that the sun scepter may not be snatched back at all? Even the orcs must defeat the demons? That is the gate of the plane passage. Keep replenishing!"

"And the demons can escape when they are about to fail. Some of those demons can teleport, and some can teleport. Flying is a bad racial skill. It's not that simple to get back the sun scepter!"

"Even so, you can try your best to fight for it, and your plan is a complete gamble on luck!" Harold still did not compromise. If he failed, he would kill Kryon himself. This is absolutely unacceptable.

"Harlot, come on, don't moan, I'm not afraid of your jokes, I feel pain every day and my soul is about to split, even if it can't heal my injury, give me relief!"

Kryon's bloodshot eyeballs were waiting for Harold. He couldn't sleep because of the severe pain. He would rather die than live. It would be better to be relieved directly after suffering like this.

Harold hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind, condensed the flame of punishment in his hand, walked slowly to Kryon's side, brewed for a moment, and pressed hard on the rotten and pus-feeding wound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Kryon's miserable cry was stopped in the tent by the magical barrier of the sun priest. The gasoline is average and burns extremely vigorously.