Chaos Crown

Chapter 166, The Merchant from Hell
Early February 1361 in the valley calendar, Evening Star Town, Arabel Restoration Army camp, headquarters.

Ms. Millman-Laure was standing high on the hillside.

From here, using the binoculars of the mages of Waterdeep City, you can see the Arabel City in the distance.

Cormyr, once the pearl of the north, her city, was now occupied by a horde of orcs, black and dirty and green, and their torches lit the outline of Arabel, as vast as a sky full of stars.

Ms. Raul has recalled the day when Arabel fell countless times: the endless green tide engulfed her city, and the desolate and loud drumbeats from the one-eyed orcs would be expelled from any military band, but the orcs didn't care , They were like an infectious disease of the earth, and like a disorderly tide of destruction, they overwhelmed their own army.

The Orc Ancestral Souls of the Orc Great Khan Tujin carry unstoppable power, nothing can stop them, she has tried everything, all her strength, all her wisdom, but still can't stop the orcs strength.

The orc army raged in Arabel like a tide, crushing all the last resistance of human beings. The bloodthirsty orc saber roared and tried to destroy everything. The army of giants and monsters smashed the last guard of Ms. Raul. Carnival on the ruins of ancient cities.

She saw with her own eyes that the holy land hotel left by her god during the turbulent years was rushed in by ecstatic orcs and looted, and then set the hotel on fire. reduced to ruins.

Now, she's back, bringing her army along.

Looking back, Ms. Lauer looked at her army, the army she had placed high hopes on.

"Hey? My lord, how much do you want?" The old lady opened her mouth wide in surprise, "My lord, this will spoil if you don't finish it."

I could die here, but Christine, my daughter, I want you to live a full life.

A figure in slim-fitting clothes stood in front of the booth. He looked half-dead. His body was thin, his cheeks were sunken, and his face was like a skeleton. He held a glass of goat milk and was sipping it.

According to the oracle of the lucky lady Taimora and the lord of the morning Lathander, if you want to suppress Tujin's ancestral soul and prevent those ghostly killing machines from sweeping your army like wheat, you must pray for the power of the gods .

If she is alone, it doesn't matter if she is a lord or not, but behind her are tens of thousands of refugees from Arabel, they are displaced, they are the civilians she swore to protect, and her dead bodyguards, Her friends, as well as her army, these soldiers who have lost their homes and loved ones are frustrated and resentful, and their anger can only be appeased by the pile of orc heads.

Aaron was not polite either. He took the wooden cup, drank it in one gulp under the distressed eyes of the old woman, and slammed his mouth: "How old are you this year? Granny."

"What business?" Aaron asked lightly, holding three buckets of goat milk, "Is there anything we can talk about?"

They are dying for their territory, and what remains are the opportunists.

Coming out of the wartime command post, Aaron and Samir looked at each other, relatively speechless.

"This question is difficult, and my mother can't." Ms. Lauer didn't even read the questions left by the court tutor on the scroll, her smile was covered with a thick layer of fog: "Daughter, the war is about to begin , let me send you back to Suzar."

But Ms. Lauer also understands that by making such a decision, she is tantamount to letting these adventurers who are closely related to her and come for the justice of the country and the restoration of Arabel risk their lives for themselves.

After too many sacrifices, mortals are still displaced and precarious.

Therefore, the religious adventurers headed by Aaron put forward several very close plans.

"Hey, don't be so serious." Samir put his head in his hands pretending to be relaxed, and said with a smile: "Isn't it just to call for divine power? It's not like you haven't done it before."

How could such a person buy cheap goat milk to drink?
"Is it still hot?" Aaron didn't have any pretensions. He looked at the wrinkled face of the old woman under the kerchief, the sagging cheeks, deep wrinkles and cloudy eyes, and the few strands of almost white hair exposed under the kerchief. Hair, knowing the age of the other party should be very old.

Each of them held a scroll of parchment, on which was a certificate of permission to act, stamped with Ms. Lauer's ring.

"At such an age and in such a cold weather, why are you still selling things?" Aaron's attitude became softer.

"How much is left, grandma, I want it all." Aaron said softly.

"Understood, may Timora bless you... I'm tired, let's go down." Ms. Raul waved her hand, indicating that Aaron and Samir could leave.

Aaron and Samir just looked at him, they already sensed this guy, he was deliberately waiting for them to create a chance encounter.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just letting you know!" Ms. Lauer said coldly, and then two heavy armored soldiers took Christine out.

"It was my strong desire to survive, I wanted to live, I wanted to live more than ever before, this strong will drove me out of Avernas, to the bottomless abyss, and from there The bottomless abyss leaves."

"Sell a barrel and give me a silver coin. I can live on this. If I can't sell it all, I will be deducted."

"Hot, hot, sir, would you like some?" The old woman asked cautiously, for fear of offending the nobleman.

Aaron and Samir looked at each other, and went up to ask the price calmly: "Grandma, what are you selling?"

"There are still many good people in this world." Samir laughed.

"Thanks to Your Highness the Regent and Ms. Raul, they arranged for me to work on a ranch. It's just that an old woman like me who has no children can't do much work, so the ranch let me sell goat milk."

"Then can you sell it?"

"Thank you, thank you so much, my lord, I really..." The old woman was about to cry gratefully: "Thank you so much, today there was also a knight with a fierce face who surprised me and asked me why I was selling sheep here Milk, after I told him, he also bought a whole barrel and left."

"Two copper coins for a cup, my lord, you can try some first, it doesn't cost money." The old woman scooped up half a cup from the barrel and handed it to Aaron, indicating that this cup is free of money.

"how much is it?"

"Of course." "Hey hey~ Do we have any other options? My lady?"

"I'm here this time to discuss a business with you." The bald singer said gracefully, with violent flames flashing in his amber eyes.

"Human beings always need a goal to truly live." Samir smiled lazily.

Thinking in vain of the number of enemies, she turned back to the tent.

In the camp, apart from her deputy and several generals, the wizard Samir and Viscount Salian Aaron were already waiting.

Only gods can fight gods, this is some kind of unspoken rule in the kingdom,

"Heh." Aaron smiled, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little unnatural: "That's right, there is nothing to be afraid of, the worst thing is to die."

After asking the old woman repeatedly, Aaron handed the money to the old woman after the money was really in her hands instead of being taken away by the ranch owner. He motioned for Samir to help with the goat milk, turned around and planned to leave.

Aaron silently stared at the wooden barrel in front of the old woman. In the distance, the setting sun was slowly setting.

"Of course, for our common interests, we have many things to talk about, but... I think we should change the place, if you don't want to be rudely disturbed by others..." The bald singer bowed gracefully, gesturing to the people on the block with his eyes the other side.

"Mother? No! I want to be with you!" Christine was surprised at first, then shook her head stubbornly.

Exactly the same is the Church of the Three Gods of Justice, the Church of the Lord of the Dawn, the Church of the Mother of the Earth, and even the Church of Nature including the Druids in the Green Garden. They all plan to activate the power of their own gods to fight against The ancestral spirit of the fearsome orc god-lord Gruumsh.

84 years old? !

"It's okay, I have a lot of followers." Aaron showed a bright smile. He first took out two golden lion coins, and didn't ask the old lady to change the money.

Hundreds of tents were scattered around Evening Star Town—except for the 3000 people in her headquarters and a small number of supporters of other nobles, anyone was forced to admit that this was a motley army of good and bad, with people from Bedaiwu barbarians from the north, adventurers from the Sword Coast, primitive tribesmen from the south, and even necromancers and monks from the east.

He had ridiculed Leonard for being kind before, but he couldn't remain indifferent when this happened to him.

The orc tribe of Great Khan Tujin of the Orcs is just one of many orc tribes, nothing more.

Ms. Raul knew in her heart that this might be one of the few key missions that she could take the initiative in her own hands and have a decisive impact on this war. She and her cronies knew that if Tujin’s ancestor soul could not , then there is absolutely no chance of winning this war.

"Let me ask you one last time, Aaron and Samir, have you really thought about it?" Ms. Lauer felt her heart was pierced.

What's more painful is that she has to let these excellent young people take risks.

The old woman's eyes turned red immediately, she lowered her head, and said in a low voice: "My children are gone, none of my five children are gone, and they were all killed by orcs..."

There are several plan books on the table, which hide the battle plan for turning passive into active.

This plan is simple to say, but it is not easy to implement. Although the Temple of Sulun is located on the outskirts of Arabel, there will not be so many orc sentries and patrols. The danger of performing this task alone with only a few people is still very high. .

As the Goddess of the Silver Virgin Suelun, Aaron has obtained an oracle from Sulun. He has three moon gems on him. Aaron's plan is that he will not participate in the frontal battlefield, but form a squad of adventurers. Try to bypass the orc's line of defense, enter the outskirts of Arabel, the Temple of Our Lady of Silver located in the forest, use the moon gem to activate the divine power transmission device hidden inside the temple, activate the blessing of Su Lun's divine power, and use Su Lun's divine power to fight against the orcs God King Gruumsh's divine power.

"Goat's milk, fresh goat's milk! Only two coppers a cup!" In the evening, the old woman in a dress of the coarsest linen, a check headband, and greasy sleeves on her arms is selling sheep. Grandma, she looked a little anxious because the light was getting dimmer.

Not far from here, the city of Tivanton was also occupied, where his parents died in battle.

"I'm honored to introduce myself. I come from a scorched wasteland full of rubble. Unfortunately, I can't tell you my real name, but you can call me 'Singer', which is my code name."

Aaron was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly, he understood what Samir meant.

This has become a black comedy: as a lord, she cannot take the risk herself, otherwise the Liberation Army will fall apart, and those who plan to take the risk are all truly excellent and valuable, aspirants who are willing to dedicate themselves to the peace and justice of the country .

However, just when Aaron was about to leave, the skinny, bald man who had been standing by the side tasting the goat milk spoke up. He put the cup on the stage and said with a playful smile: "I didn't expect you to have such a kind heart, Aaron -Your Excellency Salian, this does not seem to match the intelligence."

She doesn't know how powerful her army can be, she only knows that she has only one chance.

Ms. Lauer has seen this kind of reverse elimination too many times in her life-the warriors who truly yearn for peace and justice sacrifice their lives for the country and fight for their ideals, while those opportunists and selfish people enjoy Their sacrifices, but also laughing at the ugly posture of the warriors when they died.

"84 years old." The old lady took back the wooden cup and replied dully.

This is a mother's... wish!
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And Aaron deliberately waited for him to take the initiative.

Watching the two of them leave, Ms. Lauer's adopted daughter, Christine, walked in with a thick stack of books in her arms: "Mother? How do you solve this problem?"

"Haha, you know, that's not what I said." Samir shook his head.

When submitting the plan, Aaron was full of confidence, but after he actually got the license ring, his mood became a little depressed.

"Goat's milk, fresh goat's milk." The old woman's eyes lit up when she saw someone coming up to ask the price, and she saw that it was two young people in fancy clothes, her complexion darkened a lot.

"Goal, I have it. I have always wanted a fiefdom, and I have always wanted to restore the glory of Salian. I..." Aaron said seriously.

"In the ranch...it's okay, just come out and sell a little..."

"..." Both Aaron and Samir were silent. After a few seconds, Samir asked, "How do you live now?"

There are Asmo people who are descendants of celestial creatures and mortals, there are Tiefling wild species (no derogatory meaning) left by hell devils in the mortal world, there are elementals born under the influence of the four elemental planes, and there are also their own Behind him is the master of the heavenly realm, the master of demons, and a sorcerer who can retreat from the two places of hell and abyss in a circle.

Similarly, Samir's plan is to carry the token of the goddess of luck, Timora, into the interior of Arabel City. This member of the Harpist Alliance who destroyed the plot of the Lord of the Nine Hells in the turbulent years knows a secret route to the interior of Arabel City. He also planned to sneak into the city with a few people to activate Timora's divine power.

The two didn't chat anymore, because the fluctuations in the air aroused their vigilance. A slender and clear figure was standing in front of an eighty-year-old woman who was setting up a stall on the side of the town street.

"Where's your kid?" Aaron said softly, his charisma at work again.

A pain so deep, yet expressed only so easily.

"Not necessarily, sometimes you can get some money if you can sell it all, and sometimes you will be scolded if you can't sell it all back. Recently, so many troops have come to the town, I see if I can sell more and save more money." The old woman probably couldn't tell. What's the use of saving money by yourself? It seems to be just her instinct. She was confused at times, and at times she didn't want to think so much. She just looked at Aaron with hopeful eyes: "My lord, do you want some? I can make it cheaper." , just don’t tell the ranch owner, I don’t want to be scolded, in front of so many people..."

She couldn't do anything, just living had exhausted all her courage, all her strength.

"Don't be like this, Aaron." Samir sighed softly, and he shook his head again and again: "Do you know how I returned to the mortal world after going around the hell and the abyss?"

This caused her great pain.

Purple Dragon Knight Mannacorn-Anaheim is approaching with a group of followers.

"You and him are enemies, right? His Excellency Aaron-Salian, and His Excellency Samir." The bald singer blinked: "It's an honor, the person I trade with is also an enemy."

"The enemy of the enemy is the friend!"

"This is the rule of the game in our place."

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(End of this chapter)