Imperial Crown.

Chapter 100 After the Decisive Battle
The weather in Bloody Heights is unpredictable.

The sun was shining brightly just now, but now dark clouds are covering the city and the north wind is blowing.

The ground was a sea of ​​red, and every time one stepped on it, smelly blood would be squeezed out of the snow. Even flies would vomit because of the smell.

However, the people still walking on the ground at this moment had no time to care, including Raven.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the body of an Eagle Army soldier with a solemn look on his face.

Raven knew this man, a soldier from the third squad of the first battalion, named Moore. He had been singled out for praise by Raven for his outstanding performance during training.

Moore was lying on the ground with an angry expression on his face, his right hand raised as if he wanted to hold something, but a scimitar nailed him to the ground, ending his life.

Reaching out and pulling out the scimitar and throwing it aside, Raven closed Moore's eyes, grabbed his shoulders and tried to drag him out. With a click, Moore's body left the snow, taking with it a large piece of red ice.

Breaking the ice, Raven carried Moore on his shoulders and walked silently to the back, until he reached a corner filled with leather and remains.

Gently placing Moore on a piece of horsehide, Raven closed Moore's eyes, which had just opened again, and laid his body flat on the skin. He held his stiff hands and began to pray in a low voice:
"The Lord of Light will forgive you for your bravery, fearlessness, and sacrifice."

"May your soul rest in peace in the kingdom of the Lord of Light..."

After the prayer, Raven was silent for a long time, then he slowly raised his head, put Moore's arm back on his chest, covered his body with horsehide, then stood up and continued to collect the remains of the dead.

Since he has brought the person out, he has the obligation to bring him back.

Margaret, who was warming herself by the fire, suddenly froze. She opened her mouth, her dark pupils trembled, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

A strong sense of sorrow filled Margaret's heart, a feeling that was extremely unfamiliar to her.

That was not a natural emotion for her, but came entirely from her master, Raven.

The curse brought about a close connection, allowing her to clearly feel Raven's mood. Raven did not want Margaret to pry into his heart, so he took the initiative to block this, which greatly weakened this feeling.

But at this moment, the blocking dam was still there, but the strong emotions were rolling and boiling, overflowing the dam and filling Margaret's heart.

Turning her head and looking around, Margaret's eyes fell on Raven, but she found that his steps were steady and his posture was upright, and there was nothing unusual about him.

Margaret's heart skipped a beat, and she felt that Raven was even more terrifying. This Baron was able to completely suppress such strong emotions without showing any expression.

At the same moment, Nancy was huddled beside the fire, her hands on her knees, staring at Raven without blinking.

Nancy has always known that Raven is different. He does not care about the so-called "etiquette" like many nobles. All etiquette seems to be just a tool for Raven. He is also not as licentious as many nobles. The title of "Little Bee" is simply unworthy of his name.

Raven also has a trait that many nobles do not have - self-discipline.

Since moving into Eagle Castle, Nancy had hardly ever seen Raven indulge himself. His life was always full of regularity. He was either doing serious work or on his way to do serious work. Practicing horse riding and magic could be considered a way of relaxation.

And today, Nancy discovered another side of Raven.

She had been watching Raven for a long time, watching him carry the bodies back one by one, then pray for them, collect the bodies, and tidy up their appearance, every step was meticulous.

The almost coagulated blood stained Raven's clothes, his hands, and his cheeks.

But this did not disgust Nancy, who always liked cleanliness. Instead, it showed a different kind of charm, making her watch more fascinated.

Staring at Raven's thin back, Nancy felt a different emotion. She suddenly felt that Raven was so...

lonely!

He always does what he wants and never explains to anyone even if he is doing the right thing.

Maybe he already knew that no one could understand him.

For a moment, Nancy desperately wanted to get into Raven's heart, but she didn't know how to do it, so she could only continue to sit there and push a water bag closer to the flames.

After carrying back the last Eagle Army corpse and tidying up his appearance, Raven glanced at the corpses on the ground and his cheeks suddenly twitched.

There were twenty-nine bodies in total, not counting the casualties of the vanguard troops.

A fire had been lit next to the wounded. Raven walked over and saw the Eagle Soldiers lying on the ground.

Although Raven ordered them to rest for only two hours, they still slept together, snoring loudly, drowning out the crackling of the campfire. Some people slept restlessly, kicking their hands and feet randomly, but no one woke up.

After tucking the blanket for Visdon, Raven walked to Mosingan, reached out to touch his forehead, then raised his head with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

Those in front of him were the remaining elite members of the Eagle Army, a total of thirty-one people. All of them were injured, nine of them were seriously injured, and four of them, even if they were cured, would not be able to participate in the battle.

The battle losses exceeded 70%!

In this era where more than 30% combat casualties will lead to the collapse of the army, the Eagle Army's tenacity can no longer be explained by discipline and environment.

They are all good soldiers!
Raven clenched his fists, his breathing began to become heavy, and there was a hint of guilt and regret in his eyes.

Or I am too weak!
If I were strong enough, if I were a second- or third-level magician, I wouldn't have to use the method of dividing my forces to lure out Heleti, but I could defeat him head-on on the battlefield!

If I were not a small baron and my territory was not only the size of a palm, I would not be forced to expedition to the Bloody Heights with such a small number of people, resulting in such huge sacrifices!

Stronger strength!
A higher title!
This was the first time that Raven's desire to become stronger was so strong.

At this moment, a warm water bag was handed to Raven. He was slightly stunned and turned his head to see Nancy standing on tiptoe and holding the water bag to his side.

"Yes." Nancy raised her chin and blinked: "You've been busy for so long, take a break."

"Thank you." Raven took the water bag and took a sip, but it failed to calm the anxiety in his heart.

He lowered the water bag, lifted the back of Mosingan's head, and poured the wine into his dry lips.

Nancy frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, she pouted and turned her head to the side, but in the end she didn't say much.

Mosingan didn't drink much, but when Raven saw him swallowing, he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Baron." Volav also came over. Seeing the scene in front of him, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, but he still saluted respectfully: "The war horses and pack horses have been gathered and can set off at any time."

Margaret didn't want to stay in this environment any longer. Raven's rich and real emotions made her feel a little nauseous. She came forward and said in a sharp voice: "Baron, look at the weather now. The blizzard is coming soon. If we don't move now, we will have to march at night."

Eric hasn't returned yet, but the Eagle Army only has these few left. Raven doesn't want them to survive the brutal battle only to be killed by the blizzard.

Taking a deep breath, Lei Wen was about to give an order when suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard.

Turning around, I saw Eric riding a warhorse and galloping towards me with a human head in his hand.

Raven finally showed a relieved and relaxed smile on his face.

Eric pulled the reins in front of Raven and dismounted, his eyes flashing with excitement:

"Lord Baron!"

As he said this, he was about to kneel down on one knee and salute.

But before he could kneel down, Raven stepped forward and gave Eric a big hug:

"You are finally back!"

Eric felt warm in his heart and nodded heavily: "I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Let's not talk about this." Raven stood up, took off his cloak and put it on Eric's back: "Go get some clothes and put them on. We can talk when we get there."

"Yes!" Eric nodded, saluted and ran to the back.

It was because of the presence of the Baron that Eric was able to "willfully" pursue Eugene, because he knew that Raven was the backbone of the entire army.

Looking at Eric's back, Raven finally breathed a sigh of relief and shouted:
"Get ready to go—"

The next stop is harvest time.

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(End of this chapter)