Chapter 542 - The Furious Viscount Kemil

Chapter 542: The Furious Viscount Kemil

The remaining 600 knights of the four knight orders of War Temple did not escape the fate of being massacred by Kant’s army.

The priests of War Temple, who were originally guarding the other side, led the guards of War Temple to retreat from the West Main Road.

This battle was very tragic, but the results were also very good.

The 4,000 knights and grand knights of the four knight orders were all wearing standard armor, along with knight lances and knight swords. Even if most of the armors were damaged to a certain extent, it was still an extremely rich spoils of war.

The knight orders of War Temple were undoubtedly elite troops, and their equipment was also very good. However, all of Kant’s soldiers had their own set of equipment that came from the system, so they did not need these armors.

Although his army could not use them, it did not mean that these armors had no value.

If these armors were sold to a noble, it would be easy to sell them for 80 great silver coins per set. Two sets would be enough to gather a golden eagle.

The equipment of these four knight orders was enough for Kant to exchange for more than 2,000 golden eagles. With so many golden eagles, it was enough for Joslin to exchange for nearly 2.5 million to 6 million denars on the Pendor Continent.

In addition to this war, due to the terrain, the loss of warhorses was not too much. The capture of nearly 3,500 warhorses was a considerable profit.

However, Kant did not plan to sell the warhorses.

His three fortresses or towns were far away and inconvenient to travel. These horses were just right for use.

At this time, the heavy rain was still pouring. Kant did not plan to continue attacking the War Temple.

Firstly, the battlefield environment was too terrible.

Cavalry could not be the main force in a war like attacking the War Temple.

The main force should be the archers and mages. However, such a heavy rain would have an adverse effect on the power and range of the arrows.

At the same time, the mages might be affected more than the archers.

Their physiques were weak. It was too harsh to let them cast spells in such a storm.

Secondly, the War Temple had just suffered a huge defeat. If Kant pressed on, it would definitely cause the War Temple to be in a desperate situation.

The army of the War Temple was not weak, kept pushing the enemy might backfire on Kant.

However, if they were given some time to digest the news of the War Temple’s defeat, this news would definitely cause a huge impact on the soldiers of War Temple who had never lost before.

It was very likely that it would directly destroy their invincible belief of winning the war, demoralize their morale, and greatly weaken the resistance that Kant would encounter when he attacked the War Temple in the future.

“Baheshtur, you command the soldiers to pack up the spoils of war!”

“Yes, Lord Kant!”

After tidying up the battlefield, all of Kant’s soldiers became ‘cavalries’. Even the original cavalry squad carried an extra warhorse.

Although the iron equipment of the knights of the War Temple was heavier, with so many warhorses, everything was no longer a problem.

“Send the order: withdraw the army and return to the barracks at the south city gate of Lionheart City to rest!”

After Baheshtur led the soldiers to tidy up all the spoils of war, Kant once again gave the order.

The East-West Main Road and the North-South Main Road divided Lionheart City into four big blocks.

The main temple of War Temple was located in the regions surrounding the South and West Main Roads.

Half of this region belonged to the West District and the other half belonged to the South District.

After the army rested at the south city gate of Lionheart City and the weather became good, Kant could lead the army to pass through the South District and surround the War Temple.

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It was raining cats and dogs in Lionheart City, but it did not rain at Seria Castle, which was at the junction of the North County and South County.

The sun was still shining brightly.

At this moment, Firentis slowly led his army and approached Seria Castle.

The number of soldiers in Firentis’s army was reduced by one-third.

The army that Firentis originally led was made up of three parts.

One of them was Kant’s army, which had the least number of soldiers but was the most elite.

The other was the North County noble alliance army. These people had joined forces to attack the Stone Pass controlled by Kant, but before the army reached the Stone Pass, they were all captured by Firentis.

The third was the East County noble alliance army. When they saw that His Highness Kant was powerful, they had the idea of submitting to him, so they sent their army to support him.

But now, because of the rumors and slander of the nobles of the South County in Seria Castle, His Highness Kant was branded with the name of submitting to the demon. The East County noble alliance army was in a hurry to cut ties with Baron Kant, so they directly withdrew their army from the allied army.

Of course, they were able to withdraw because of His Highness Kant’s benevolence. At the beginning, he saw that they had come to support him with the intention of serving him.

However, the North County noble alliance army who had the same thoughts, they also wanted to break away and return to their own estate.

In the eyes of Firentis, this was simply a dream. They did not understand their own situation at all.

They were just captives!

With Kant’s order, Firentis treated them as cannon fodder.

Hence, the number of troops under Firentis’s command had increased from 30,000 to 20,000 people.

There were 1,200 Swadian Sergeants, 800 Swadian Footmen, 3,000 Swadian Light Footmen, and 15,000 infantrymen of North County noble alliance army.

At this moment, at the border between the South County and the North County, the blue sky was graciously clear, and the sun shone brightly on the earth.

The gentle breeze blew gently, making people feel very comfortable.

This was the best weather.

However, in the commander’s meeting room in Seria Castle, the atmosphere was gloomy.

Pa!

Viscount Kemil threw his beloved exquisite clay cup onto the floor of the meeting room. His face was ashen, and he could no longer maintain his composure.

He quickly stood up from the chair on the main seat of the meeting table, and in a few steps, he arrived in front of the knight who was reporting the news. He grabbed the rough brown linen robe of the knight angrily. He was unable to control his emotions, he said viciously, “What did you say?”

“Repeat what you just said!”

“You basta... I’m sorry, my knight, I’ve lost my mind.”

Viscount Kemil did not say the word “b*stard”.

After breathing heavily for a few times, he tried his best to calm down his anger, and let go of his hands that were grabbing onto the knight’s robe. He apologized to the knight, even though his tone were rather reluctant.