Throne of the North.

Chapter 101: Death of the Viscount (Subscription Request)

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing Baron Kendra's army appear, Viscount Dragun laughed. He was proud of his trump card. No one would have thought that Baron Kendra, who followed the Miles family, would betray them, right?

I couldn't help but look at the two angry Miles members in the distance with pride.

"Miles, how could you know that you have been enjoying the tributes from the Kendra family for so many years, which has already caused their dissatisfaction. Especially after the orcs went south, Kendra had already decided to abandon you."

After saying that, he looked at the knight army that was less than two hundred meters away from him, with madness in his eyes.

"Kill all these knights of the Miles family. In the next ten years or so, they will lose a large number of knights in their army. The day when the Dragun family will rise is today."

He knew very well that the time and money required to train an apprentice knight or even a formal knight was a huge expense. This army of knights could be said to be the greatest wealth of Viscount Miles' family. As long as they could be defeated, the Miles family would be completely ruined.

Seeing the thousands of people rushing towards them from a distance, the knights who had swallowed the rage potion were also a little panicked, but at this time, Gray appeared in the front. He killed the enemy in front of him with the giant axe in his hand, and then roared:
"You don't have time. Only by ending this war can you survive!"

The rage potion can only last for half an hour. Once the time is up, these knights will lose their blood and energy, their flesh and blood will ache, and even slaves can kill them.

Hearing this and seeing Gray and the barbarians rushing into the enemy's army, the soldiers finally stopped hesitating, jumped off their horses, and slashed wildly forward with the power brought by the rage potion.

The doubled strength made them invincible, and the silver knights standing in front of Gray were in great pain. Even their combined efforts could not do anything to the monster before them.

"Hold them off!"

Viscount Dragun roared and sent out all the knights guarding him. As long as he could hold back these barbarians and knights and wait for Baron Kendra's army to arrive, victory would belong to him, Dragun.

But he still underestimated the strength of a golden barbarian and hundreds of knights who took rage potions, especially when there were thousands of soldiers behind them threatening their lives.

It was a fight to the death, and these knights burst out with unprecedented fighting power. They gave up all their defensive postures and attacked frantically. The louder the shouts of the slave soldiers behind them, the more frantic their attack became.

In one minute, thirty or forty knights fell at their feet. In three minutes, hundreds of knights were defeated and half of them died. In five minutes, the violent barbarian Gray had killed two silver knights with the giant axe in his hand and penetrated all the defenses of Viscount Dragun's army.

The pair of bloodthirsty eyes stared straight at Viscount Dragun, and Viscount Dragun's heart suddenly stopped as if he was locked by a ferocious beast, and his face changed drastically.

"Stop him!"

The Viscount was roaring, and the surrounding knights, even though they were afraid of the power of the golden barbarian, rushed forward without fear of death at this moment, and then they really died in front of the giant axe.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and no knight could slow down Gray, who rushed towards Viscount Dragun.

The charge of the golden barbarians terrified the Viscount so much that he kept retreating while pushing the remaining people around him forward.

"Stop him!"

Gray stopped and looked at the four men and women in front of him who were obviously not knights.

The next moment, he saw the strange lines in these people's eyes, as well as the sudden heat and strong wind around them.

"Warlock?"

These extraordinary sorcerers, who were different from magicians and used their blood to drive spells, made Gray's eyes gradually go crazy.

He let out a roar like a wild beast, and charged at the warlock in front of him with a strong blood power. The four warlocks also launched their spells at this moment. The difference between their spells and those of magicians was that they did not need too much preparation, and the power in their blood was enough to be launched smoothly.

"The Art of Blood Decay!"

A warlock had a ferocious look on his face. He roared in a low voice, and then his face turned pale. At the same time, Gray's aura also weakened a lot at this moment.

"The wrath of the earth."

The warlock's power exploded, and a wall of earth rose from the ground. Gray's violent power destroyed it, and then quickly destroyed the second wall of earth.

Seeing Gray's speed not slowing down, the expressions of several warlocks finally changed drastically.

"Hurry up!"

They were also afraid. After the third warlock threw out a few seeds, the wildly growing thorns entangled Gray's body. The flow of blood and the pain made the golden barbarian lose most of his sanity. His body swelled up again, and he roared and swung the giant axe.

It can be said that the three warlocks were creating conditions for the last warlock. At this moment, the last woman did not care about anything else. After swallowing the bottle of emerald green potion in her hand, she became as cold and indifferent as a god.

"Mutilation Curse!"

Nine spells appeared in the void and flew towards Gray like arrows. Each spell would make Gray stagger, and his flesh and organs would gradually decay and die under the spell.

"what!!!!"

If such a curse fell on any knight, even the Golden Knight would probably kill him, but they were facing a barbarian, a barbarian created by Count Weiss using special means.

Gray roared. He had already come in front of the warlock. Even though his strength was greatly weakened now, he was still not something that the warlock, who didn't even have the physique of an apprentice knight, could resist.

"Die to me!!!"

As Gray roared, the sky suddenly became bright for a moment. Viscount Miles, who was hundreds of meters away, floated in the sky again. The old Viscount Miles stared at the direction of Viscount Dragun with grim eyes. He muttered something, and a ten-meter-long golden illusory sword appeared above Viscount Dragun's head.

"Great magic, Zenith Sword!"

It is said to be the most powerful spell among the great magicians and is also the spell that magicians like to use most to turn defeat into victory. At this moment, it appears in the hands of Viscount Miles.

Viscount Dragun's body was also glowing with the light of magic. That was the defensive magic device he had purchased at great expense after learning that Viscount Miles was a magician.

But at this moment, Gray threw out his giant axe, and the force of a thousand pounds hit Viscount Dragun, causing the Viscount's blood to vibrate for a moment, and the defensive barrier on his body also rippled.

"You will die before me."

Viscount Miles in mid-air looked at Della and spoke. The next moment, the greatsword from the sky fell down, and the golden spell made the earth roar.

"Lord Viscount!!!"

The knights went crazy and rushed towards Viscount Dragun in terror, but until the light of the spell faded away, they did not see the Viscount, who was lying in a pool of blood in a huge pit, open his eyes.

(End of this chapter)