Chapter 229 Dark Night Orchard
Lord Baia stood in front of a huge full-length mirror, with two male servants surrounding him. He was wearing an exquisite robe and his dark brown hair was oiled.

He proposed to Queen Rania in a semi-coerced manner, and by some luck, he succeeded!
Raniya didn't like him, but marriages between nobles have always been like this, and interests are the most important. He promised to protect Raniya and help him regain power in the Kingdom of Rand.

In the next few days, celebrations will be held throughout the territory, not only in the Troll Castle, but also in the six villages including the Troll Castle.

The militias from these villages serve as sentinels guarding the Troll Castle.

Although he didn't know whether the future that Whispering Grandma talked about had been changed, no, no, no, it had been changed. He would marry Her Majesty the Queen!
But soon a messenger crow arrived with an urgent message.

"A cavalry from the Kingdom of Land? Heading towards Raven?"

The smile on Lord Baia's face disappeared.

His first thought was that Rania’s “helper” had arrived, but he quickly realized that if the other party was loyal to the queen, he would also swear allegiance to him after he married the queen.

"It's a pity that I was just passing by," Lord Baya said with regret.

This wedding will last for several days, including bathing, praying, blessing, etc. The former Lord Baya hated these red tapes the most. Every time he would hide and yawn quietly, but when he became the protagonist, he suddenly discovered the beauty of these ceremonies.

If you want to make a piece of meat delicious, you have to be patient. Appetizers, etiquette, and ballroom dancing are all key steps to make the meat more delicious.

Noble, so elegant.

……

"Fuck!" Lind took a bite of meat.

He had a 30% chance of believing that Lord Baya was related to the "rat", for a simple reason: the other party was the most powerful force closest to the Snake Catcher's Fortress.

Cuigang, it’s impossible. He will be eaten by the giant snake Ronan before he even gets close to the fortress.

Even though that guy has a human head, you can tell from his huge wriggling snake body that he is definitely not picky about food. With Cuigang's limited strength, he would be eaten up in one bite if he got close to him.

Moreover, he listened to Doris's analysis and realized that as a "noble", he was completely loyal to Her Majesty the Queen and had reasons to kill the traitor Baya.

Compared with waiting, taking the initiative to attack is obviously more in line with the working style of this era.

Everything is just speculation, but Lind still decided to come back and contact Lord Baia.

Not to mention 30%, even if there is a 3% chance, he would dare to come and cause trouble.

Now that Her Majesty the Queen is getting married, as a Rand noble, it should be no problem for me to attend the wedding.

The Dark Night Orchard was right in front of him, and Linde forced his attention back.

This is a manor located in a valley, with a half-person-high wall made of diamond-shaped bricks.

Dead trees were planted on the ground and then entangled by vines with black leaves, creating a dark area that was completely blocked out from the sunlight.

The soldiers had already stopped to check their weapons and equipment at the first opportunity.

The Volcano Bird is useless in this battle, but the Scavenger is eager to try.

Including Lind, he was also checking his equipment. No one wanted to die from a trivial matter, so they had to prepare everything before fighting hard.

"I can't wait to have a big fight!" Peel said.

His words were recognized by the surrounding Star Dragon Knights. After possessing more powerful equipment and greater strength, they all longed for a real and pure battle.

The battle at Cuigang, no, it can’t be called a battle at all, it was boring.

If Night Orchard and Greenhills were listed as subordinate villages of the same Riven City, that might mean they only needed one or two people to take care of the place.

But there might be a fierce battle. After all, the enemy that Lord Linde hopes to capture alive must have some real skills.

"Don't use the crossbow," Pym said, "Pier!"

He had previously killed the poor knight with a single arrow from a secret pattern crossbow. If he accidentally killed the prisoner that Lind wanted to capture this time, someone would definitely be in trouble.

"I'd aim for their knees, and just whoosh—" Pierre gestured.

Kill the enemies, win, that's it.

"Are you sad?" Doris walked to Lind's side and watched him wipe the broken sword with oil over and over again.

She could feel the power surging from the broken sword.

"You may not believe it, but most of the people I killed along the way were humans," Lind said. "It's always been humans. The number of disasters that died in our hands is very small."

This world is clearly occupied by disasters, and people are suffering from them. But when you look back, you will find that it is the human forces of all kinds that have been fighting against them.

“Different positions,” Doris said.

"Of course I know this," Lind nodded. "It's just that sometimes I feel strange about the world I live in. Maybe we are not so pure. Fortunately, I know that the most important thing right now is to kill the enemy."

The fire burning in the soldiers' chests.

The horn for the raid on Dark Night Orchard is about to sound.

Before the end of the world, Doris had never seen a scene like the one before her: dozens of "gods of war" who might be praised by bards and might show their might in a war, formed a golden spear.

They are few in number, but they are more powerful than thousands of troops.

The disaster horse pawed its ground with its hooves, opened its big mouth full of fangs, and drooled from between its teeth.

The scavenger also rushed forward and tightened the chain that tied him.

Doris watched this scene quietly. She was sure that her grandmother had never seen such a scene before. It made her feel absurd, as if she had become the "evil" party.

The powerful side that drives the disaster usually appears as the villain in the story, while the weak side is usually the "protagonist".

The charge began, horses' hooves crushed the rocks in the valley, and the undulating slopes could not hinder the horses' advance.

All I could hear was a rumbling sound.

Soon all Doris could see was the bright golden light as they lit up the black vine-shadowed space like true Knights of the Sun.

The air temperature became scorching hot and the vines curled up due to the burning heat.

Lind did not act immediately, as if he was prepared to keep his promise to protect Doris, and Doris believed that he was definitely not afraid.

"Are you afraid?" She looked at Lind and asked.

He had already carried the broken sword on his shoulder, and the broken sword pressed against his shoulder armor, creating a sense of oppression.

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" Lind asked.

"I hope you can tell the truth." But she was worried that Linde would blurt out the word "afraid" at this time, because she was not sure what would happen if she heard the lord was afraid of fighting on the battlefield where the charge had already begun. At least she would definitely be panicked.

"will not!"

Lind said: "If you just rush forward, there is no need to be afraid. There is no enemy in this world that cannot be defeated."

"You mean you will be defeated too?"

"Haha, I'm often defeated," Lind said, "I didn't become a lord by relying on the title of an undefeated god of war."

"What does that rely on?"

"Because I'm not afraid of being defeated."

The conversation seemed to have reached a stalemate, and Doris didn't really like this atmosphere.

"Is there nothing that scares you?" She didn't know why, but the topic of conversation suddenly turned from the battle to asking what Lind was afraid of.

"I kill things that scare me."

"What about the ones that can't be killed?"

"Then let them be afraid of me."

Lind's figure rushed out like a falcon or a lion. The disaster horse under his crotch ran so fast that it seemed as if it was directly ejected.

The great knights at the front had completely torn apart the walls of the Dark Night Orchard. The disturbed air currents caused by running brought a storm, which completely tore apart the gloomy atmosphere of the Dark Night Orchard.

Nothing came out from anywhere, and the Dark Night Orchard seemed to be completely unattended.

The great knight smashed down the gate of the manor and slammed into the manor hall.

A raging black flame suddenly burst out, and along with the black flame came the big knight who had just rushed in. He fell heavily to the ground, and his weapon fell out of his hand.

The armor on his chest was torn by the black flame blade, and black flames burned on the wound.

The air was filled with the unsettling smell of fire.

Pierre and Pym rushed in shortly afterwards. The black flames ignited, and people were repeatedly knocked over and pushed out by the black flames. The gate of the manor seemed to have become an insurmountable chasm. Anyone who tried to cross it would be knocked over by the black flames.

After approaching the manor hall, Lind jumped off the horse and spread out his flaming wings behind him. He could use Shizi's abilities at will, including using the flaming wings to glide.

His feet plunged into the manor hall.

A disgusting smell came towards me.

Then there was a pitch-black flame.

The moment his body was wrapped in flames, Lind's body began to resist frantically.

pain!

The black flames were burning his spirit, but fortunately, Lind's spirit and will were strong enough. He had endured severe pain too many times, and he could withstand the flames flowing in his blood vessels. He could withstand the pain as well.

Then the furnace emblem absorbed the flames, and the flames could not cause any harm to Lind, but the black flames were not just flames, but also a curse.

Then, the krait emblem also flashed automatically. Instead of being hurt, Lind's body became stronger with the blessing of the curse.

The black flames devoured Lind, but only left him with a stench and disgust from his soul, as well as some damage to his spirit. The black flames that blocked his vision quickly disappeared.

Linde looked ahead of him and saw two dark figures.

He remembered that there should be no black people in the Kingdom of Rand, or a new race similar to the greenskins was born?
There was a foul odor on their bodies, just like the smell of rotting sewage in the summer, and they both muttered in strange tones.

If these were the Blackfire brothers, Lind could be sure that he had not found the wrong person. Their aura was not very strong, and they were just upper-level knights.

And the only means of attack he could rely on was the black flame.

Brother Blackfyre raised his hand once again.

Flames erupt.

"Clory's Explosion"

Lind was very familiar with it. It was this kind of black explosive flame that blasted the knights away just now.

But Lind was fearless. He didn't care about the black flame's curse and was even too lazy to dodge. He strode forward.

The Black Fire brothers obviously didn't expect this to happen. Their offensive means were completely silenced after encountering Lind. What's even more pitiful is that they didn't even know who was attacking the Dark Night Orchard.

The Black Fire brothers looked at each other, and suddenly they turned into two balls of black flames and separated.

All Lind could do was chase one of them and leave the other one to his soldiers, who would definitely catch him.

He chased Hei Yan upstairs, and the situation on the second floor made him frown.

Bones. Lots of bones.

The Black Flame brothers are researching something and require a large number of corpses.

Linde glanced and noticed that a corpse next to him had become a special petri dish. Insects were coming out of the corpse's eye sockets. It seemed that the corpse was dissatisfied with Linde's arrival and was staggering and trying to stand up.

"The Unholy Holy Grail of Black Flame" Lind looked at this scene with disgust and already had a guess.

The body had not been dead for too long. There was a hole dug in its chest, which was filled with soil, and a plant seedling had already grown out of the soil.

As the corpse staggered and sat up, the black seedling also struggled.

The muscles that had completely lost their vitality were barely hanging on the bones. As the broken corpse moved, the dirt and muscles shook and fell down in large chunks.

However, before the strange petri dish corpse launched an attack on Lind, Lind had already stepped forward to it and pressed the corpse's shoulder with his left hand.

His big hand was like a golden iron clamp, firmly controlling the corpse so that it could not move. His other hand grabbed the corpse's head and pulled it hard, as easy as pulling out a weed.

The spine did not try to stop the brain from leaving, and rotten flesh and blood appeared in front of Lind.

Lind decided to overturn his previous understanding. Perhaps the corpse was not cut open with the chest and the dirt was stuffed in, but stuffed into the stomach from the mouth.

As the head was removed, rotten soil was found in the neck and esophagus.

The esophagus had an abnormal expansion, which was caused by some external force forcing something into it, and it became larger. Until death, it was unable to swallow the contents of its throat.

A large number of insects were surging in the soil.

The Blackfyre brothers had apparently gotten hold of something else in the journal or in Blackflame's unholy chalice.

The headless corpse suddenly raised its arms, trying to grab Lind with its arms that were constantly shaking and chasing the muscle strips without stickiness.

Flames erupted, instantly destroying the corpse.

The high-temperature flame could not burn the wet soil in an instant. The corpse was covered with rotten fluid and mud. He could not catch the black flame. The power in the other party's hands was as slippery as a loach.

Not only upstairs, but also outside, there were sounds of fighting and screaming.

Linde rushed to the window and looked down from the second floor.

Those black vines had been crushed, but rotten corpses crawled out from the ground, their eyes flashing with strange light, and their number was almost endless.

"Are these the fruits grown in the orchard?" Pierre shot two arrows, and then helplessly discovered that the penetrating damage caused by the arrows was not satisfactory, and the corpse had no fatal weaknesses.

Since chopping off the heads didn't work, they had no choice but to chop off the heads of the corpses, then remove their limbs, or burn them.

The great knights encountered an unexpected siege. The enemy was not very strong, but the endless siege made them feel difficult.

The putrid pulp seemed to have some kind of almost magical restraining effect on fire extinguishing.

They could deal with five or even six zombies at the same time, but the number of zombies was increasing.

The dark night orchard is planted with many "fruits".

The flames of the explosion, the limbs smashed by the fierce blows, the corpses torn apart by the attack, and the body parts flying in the sky, but they were not afraid. Attacking the living seemed to be their instinct.

Occasionally, those strange fingers with no power would break through the defense and grab the chest armor of the great knights, but it was difficult for them to cause too much damage, leaving only a sharp and crackling sound.

But if the stalemate continues, the situation will get worse and worse.

Soon, something bad happened.

"Cough cough!"

A big knight suddenly started coughing, and he sprayed out mud and some maggots.

The horrifying scene made everyone present shudder.

It was like some kind of horrible infection, and the cause of the infection was simply because the great knight was accidentally scratched.

"Ah!" the knight screamed.

Maggots squeezed out from the gaps in the visors of the Land infantrymen's helmets. The fat and wriggling worms made people subconsciously hold their breath.

The soldier next to him immediately helped take off his helmet, and saw a horrifying scene, which was seen by everyone.

Maggots kept coming out of the soldiers' nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouths.

"Don't get hurt!" Pym shouted.

"Defend and don't get hurt!"

You must not get hurt, otherwise you will become that kind of thing!
The raging flames burned and swept away the rotten corpses that kept coming in. As the side with stronger combat effectiveness, when the soldiers really got serious, the situation of the battle was easily reversed.

They simply misjudged the enemy's attack pattern, mistakenly thinking that this was the same as the undead siege in the past.

In the dark orchard, the stench spread with the falling corpses.

The enemy's numbers were still endless, but they had the situation under control.

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance, and a huge fire broke out on the upper floor. Pierre was sure that it was Lind. The flames that shattered the windows were far more terrifying than the previous black flames. The fire was so fierce that it almost engulfed the entire manor building.

……

Lind found the escaped black flame again.

The other party also broke away from the black flame state, and stood there quietly looking at Lind, forcing a smile on his dark face, as if he was very happy that Lind had fallen into the trap.

A decayed and rotten corpse rushed over. It was a huge rotten corpse about two and a half meters tall. The owner of this body should have been very strong when he was alive, or he might have been a sub-human of a new race.

Every step he took while running would create a big hole in the ground.

"If we judge strength by who can make a bigger hole, is there still a way forward?"

In his eyes, the fat, rotting corpse that had no control over its own power was just a puppet that could be moved.

The most basic thing for a strong person is to learn to control his own strength. Otherwise, would an epic strong person like Leon wade out a small canyon after walking?

The broken sword roared, and as Linde slashed quickly, an orange-yellow arc was drawn in the air, covering the giant corpse, and then a hot burning line appeared around the waist of the corpse.

His upper body continued to move forward due to inertia, but his legs lost control and fell to the ground.

Cut in half!

The cut part is as smooth as a mirror.

He compressed the high temperature and it exploded in that instant, the flame did not burn, but the thermal cutting effect was good.

The Black Fire brothers were not surprised that Linde could deal with a giant zombie, but then there were continuous loud bangs, and dozens of giant zombies rushed out from behind.

Lind immediately turned the broken sword around, poured his strength into it frantically, then grabbed the hilt with his backhand and stabbed it into the ground.

With him as the center, the "Clory's Explosive Flame" compressed to the extreme erupted.

The fire wave engulfed the entire floor.

……

After sufficient preparation, the danger of killing corpses has been reduced to the lowest level. The knights kill mechanically and they must crush the enemy's corpses.

Even if only half of them remain, it may give the other party a chance to continue resisting.

The corpses piled up more and more, and my nose had become accustomed to the stench, until one corpse fell to the ground, and then the rotten corpses all lost control and fell down.

The great knights did not dare to relax at all, as no one could guarantee whether there would be more troubles next.

But when that familiar voice came from the burning manor, everyone could hardly help but cheer.

The body that had been drained of strength seemed to have fully recovered at this moment, and the spirit was more full than ever before.

"Clean up the battlefield, burn the bodies, burn all the bodies!" That was the voice of the Lord: "And, we won."

(End of this chapter)