Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 6 The Battle of Whiterun

Hu~hu~
Listening to his father's impassioned speech from the platform, Haven involuntarily began to breathe heavily again.

My current ability, or rather, my cheat code, can only simulate the next 10 hours. If I were to simulate it for any longer, my head would feel like it's been hit by a hammer, and it would take a long time before I could act again.
This is the fourth time; the previous three rehearsals in the mental space all ended in failure.

The first time, he let things develop freely, but his father was ambushed and was brought back by his personal guards with only one breath left. He wanted to lead the remaining soldiers to raid the city and buy time for the remaining citizens and their families to escape.

Unexpectedly, they overestimated themselves and were brought down by a patrolling dragon in the sky, resulting in a complete wipeout.

The second time, after racking his brains for a long time, he felt that no matter what he did, he would not be able to kill the Death Monk who controlled the Demon Dragon while it was under attack.

He chose to take advantage of his father's relatively minor injuries, preventing him from gathering the army and going out to fight the undead army, instead choosing to launch a sneak attack with him.

After much persuasion and moral blackmail, Earl Kevin reluctantly agreed. However, the end result was still a failure; although he and his father managed to break in, they only managed a miserable struggle against the undead army.

Guided by the Death Monk, the dragon flew directly towards the castle. Havel, protected by soldiers, could only witness Whiterun engulfed in flames. Finally, under the onslaught of wave after wave of undead and ghouls, he perished on a hill three kilometers from Whiterun, achieving the golden achievement of father and son dying together on the battlefield.
The third time was when Haven truly understood what it meant for each person to be an independent individual with their own independent consciousness.

After reflecting on his previous two defeats, Haven realized that his forces were too small to tip the scales of victory. He then thought of the nobles and their guards who had left before the siege began.

However, when his father tried to persuade Earl Kevin to request their participation in the war, he shook his head, patted Haven on the shoulder, and said...
"For nobles, territory is static, and temporary gains and losses are not important. Not everyone is like us, and we have no right to demand that of others."

Unwilling to give up, Haven, accompanied by his servants, visited each of the remaining nobles in the castle. In the end, only Earl Morley agreed to help, while the other nobles, seeing the situation, also expressed their willingness to contribute to the battle to come.

Unexpectedly, when the real battle broke out, he only contributed a small part. After his father and Solis fought to the death with the dragon, he watched as the nobles, seeing the city fall, activated the teleportation array and left Whiterun.

Thinking of this, a sense of powerlessness rose from Haven's heart.

Watching the soldiers carry their equipment neatly up the city wall, Haven shook his head vigorously. There must be some other way, there must be.

"teacher!

I'd like to ask, is there any way we can break the enemy Deathbringer's control over the dragon?

At this moment, Solis had already sat back down and was picking up a herb to treat it. After all, the war had begun, there would be many wounded, and there would be many places where medicine would be needed.

"Hmm~ I'm a fire mage. To be honest, I don't know much about holy magic, and my chosen major is potion making, so I'm not very clear about magic rune binding either."

However, I have read relevant books, and generally speaking, the conversion of the dead is irreversible, and the conversion ritual of the Church of the Dead should also involve divine magic.

I know what you're thinking. You want to break the necromancer pact with that demonic dragon, don't you?

Haven nodded. This demonic dragon was an obstacle he couldn't avoid, and the first time he saw the dragon's golden eyes, he felt he should adjust his thinking.

“That’s not very realistic, child. If the dragon were still alive, we could try to find a way, but it’s just an inanimate object now. Unless the archbishop casts the Great Light spell, he might be able to remove the death aura from the dragon.”

After saying that, Solis sighed a little. After all, a dragon transformed by an undead was a huge waste in the eyes of a potion master, and the dragon bones also had great research value.

"What if that dragon is still alive?"

"If you're still alive, all you need is..."
"Huh? Still alive? How do you know you saw that demonic dragon?"

Haven wanted to nod, after all, he'd been killed three times already, but in the end, he shook his head. "No, I was just saying. If this dragon is really alive, is there anything we can do?"

Solis stroked the beard on his chin.

"If that's what you're saying, then there is indeed a way we can do it, but..."

Before Solis could finish speaking, a loud crash came from outside, followed by the door being flung open. Taren walked in, his face covered in blood.

"My apologies, Lord Solis. The undead army is approaching the city. Lord Kevin has instructed me to inform you to prepare to go to the city to meet them in battle."

Solis collected all the medicines on the table into his magic pouch, turned around, walked to the shelf, and took down his magic wand.

"Okay, let's go. Let Starry and the others bring their magical equipment along."

"The mages in the magic squad have already been notified."

Solis nodded, picked up his things, and prepared to head to the battlefield with Taren. As he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and turned back to Havent, saying...

"Don't worry, child, it will pass soon. We just need to hold on."

By the way, if you want to know the answer to that question, you can go to my study. I remember there's a book on the far right of the third shelf of my bookshelf.

You can take a look at the 'Basic Theories and Knowledge of Necromancy' and some reports on cults if you're interested.

Watching Solis's departing figure, Havent gritted his teeth. This old man, who smelled strongly of herbs, had tried to teleport him away at the very last moment during the third simulation.

Everyone has their own principles and choices. Just as a father chooses to fight to the bitter end rather than abandon his people and flee for his own life, a teacher chooses to help his best friend until the very last moment, and therefore cannot give up on him.

Walking down the corridor, Haven headed to the study, where even from a distance, he could still smell the nauseating stench of burning corpses.

Solis's study was on the third floor of the magic tower. Pushing open the door, Haven quickly walked towards the target bookshelf, just as his teacher had instructed.

'The Secret History of the Barabbas Snake People, A Map of the Distribution of Potions in Okan'

"Ah~ here it is."

Haven took the bronze-covered book down along with the one next to it, found a sofa, sat down, and eagerly began to read it.

Death is not the end of life, and necromancy is not synonymous with evil.

'

Anxious, Haven quickly flipped to the two rather philosophical sentences on the title page and eagerly began searching for the answers in the book.

"Kevin, how is it?"

Solis, who had already arrived, asked his friend.

(End of this chapter)