After rebirth, buy the elf princess for one gold coin

Things are not peaceful in the Kingdom of Lower Sarsen.

Several grand dukes have been intermarried for generations, and their disobedience is clearly written on their faces.

He was young and had little foundation, so these big nobles didn't take him seriously at all.

He desperately wanted a victory.

While he was searching for his opponent, Baron Münhausen himself came to his door, and he almost laughed out loud.

He never underestimated his enemies and was fully prepared before going to war.

The Gracia family of Baron Münhausen was once the lord of the trading city of Lanza, and their family was well-off. Even if the transfer of seals this time was very difficult, it would be almost the same if the family did not have [-] gold coins.

This money is enough to hire thousands of well-trained mercenaries.

He would never regard Baron Münhausen as an ordinary baron.

He prepared food for a month and a half, obtained military rights of passage along the way, mobilized elite soldiers and generals, and countless other equipment and baggage.

He prepared according to the configuration to attack the count or even the duke.

Baron Minhausen is a good opponent and can be used as his training tool for future crusade against the princes in the territory.

He left huge margins in his war preparations.

Not to mention a mere baron, not even a duke can stop this army.

He would use the blood of Baron Münhausen to end this farce.

You like touching porcelain, right?Then use a human head to apologize.

The proud king sent more than 500 elites as forwards, hundreds of scouts spread out to collect intelligence, and he personally led the army to advance along the road.

With such a huge advantage, there is no need for fancy strategies, just push it through.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just a clown's farce.

What's more, he has a backup plan.

If the war goes against him, he has reinforcements.

Being so cautious is to achieve a crushing victory.

He even deliberately slowed down his march to leave time for Baron Münhausen to recruit mercenaries.

It would be a bit fussy if the thunderous hammer only smashed eggs.

He also wants to save face.

At least he had to kill and defeat thousands of enemy troops in order to frighten the princes in the country.

Just when His Majesty the King was confidently leading the army forward, a cavalry galloped over, raising dust along the way.

"Your Majesty, that is the messenger from the forward troops. It must be good news. Congratulations, Your Majesty."

King Geralt was not as blindly optimistic as the generals around him, and he frowned.

He is a quasi-level five holy light warrior with excellent eyesight. He can clearly see the expression of a messenger from thousands of meters away.

There was no joy on the messenger's face, and his expression was even a little scary.

This is not a good thing.

Geralt's expression changed slightly, he raised his riding crop and ordered the troops to stop advancing.

He waved his riding whip vigorously, urging the horses to leave the team, and he went directly to meet them.

If it is bad news, it must not be spread casually.

Only the personal guards followed him, the others stood still and were a little confused.

Geralt intercepted the messenger several hundred meters away and asked coldly: "Who sent you? What happened?"

"Your Majesty, something bad is going on..."

"Shut up. I'll make a decision on whether it's okay or not. You just report."

The messenger was startled by the king's cold voice, and muttered the truthful report of the dispersion of the forward troops.

After hearing the report from the messenger, King Geralt's eyes widened and he murmured: "The enemy army defeated the forward force with only three people, and even killed the forward captain?"

"Yes."

"Lying about military information is a capital crime!"

The messenger raised his head in shock, feeling a chill on his neck as the earth became farther and farther away.

The pain in his neck frightened him, and the dizziness from the crazy blood loss made his vision go dark.

In the moments before losing consciousness, he saw a headless corpse falling from the horse and twisting on the ground.

It turned out to be his body.

He traveled for dozens of miles, not even taking a sip of water, just to deliver accurate information to His Majesty the King, but he never expected this to be the result.

Xin used his last strength to curse the king loudly, then his vision went dark and his head fell to the ground.

Geralt blew the blood off the blade, hummed softly, and gave an order to the captain of the guard.

"Bock, you immediately take people to the front to collect the broken troops, and never allow them to appear on the way of the army."

Captain Bok understood what the king meant.

The forward troops have been defeated and will have no further contribution to this war.

At least they cannot be allowed to affect the morale of the army headquarters.

It is indeed cruel, but His Majesty the King is the commander-in-chief of the army, and some things must be done.

He turned over and dismounted, looked at the dead-eyed messenger, and said softly: "Find out his information, and after the war, he will be buried with a third-class meritorious service. If he has a wife and children, and they are brought to the palace, I will raise them for him."

Leaving a few personal guards to deal with the scene, Geralt quickly returned to the army formation.

He smiled brightly and shouted loudly to the entire army: "Warriors, the forward troops have achieved a brilliant victory. Captain Charles has opened the way, and we can move forward with confidence."

"I declare that the entire army will rest in place for three days and participate in the decisive battle in the best condition!"

The soldiers naturally believed it. How could His Majesty the King lie? If he said he would win, he would win. It was just the difference between a big win and a small win.

Soldiers are easy to cajole, but generals are no fools.

They knew the messenger's message and smelled the blood in the scabbard of His Majesty's sword.

Apparently, the messenger was chopped up.

No one killed the magpie, it was the crow that was killed.

Geralt flicked his whip and rode his horse towards the hill behind. The generals followed quickly. They knew clearly that something had happened.

On a small hill not far from the main army, Geralt summoned several close generals and recounted what had just happened.

"To put it simply, the forward troops were defeated and Ciel died in battle."

Faced with this bad news, everyone was stunned.

They originally thought that at most the advance of the forward troops was blocked, but who would have thought that they would be defeated directly.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit tense, a general stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Captain Charles is very powerful and cautious, and will not fall into traps easily. Baron Münhausen must have been anxious and recruited a large number of mercenaries to stop him. His Majesty mentioned this before the war started. At that time, everyone still didn't believe it. Your Majesty is indeed wise."

When he said this, the other generals nodded.

This is the best guess.

When the war started, everyone thought it was an armed parade. Only Geralt thought this battle was not easy to fight.

Baron Münhausen had money, and with money he had soldiers.

Victory can only be achieved by exhausting financial resources.

Facing the compliments of the generals, Geralt remained expressionless and said coldly: "According to the information provided by the messenger, the forward force was defeated by three people."

The generals wanted to say something else, but they were interrupted by Geralt.

He raised his riding crop, pointed at the location of Barony Münhausen, and said loudly:

"Generals, although our army's progress is blocked, we don't need to be discouraged. Even if he goes bankrupt, he can only recruit five to six thousand mercenaries who are paid to do things."

"Nine thousand versus five thousand, the advantage is still on our side. But we must not underestimate the enemy!"

"We now need accurate intelligence and timely adjustments to tactics."

Geralt was not depressed by the temporary defeat. He ignited his fighting spirit and even had a smile on his face.

He was a little curious, what was Baron Münhausen, who had won the great victory, doing now?

Celebrating a victory?

Chapter 12 A magician who doesn’t understand melee combat is not a good warlock.

Of course Roland wouldn't pop the champagne, he didn't lead by three goals at halftime.

He even had to prepare for a fat beating.

When the Niedersarsen army halted its advance, the Star Gazers' special execution team arrived.

This is the mobile force of the Star Gazing Club. Each execution team consists of 3-5 squadrons, with hundreds of people, well-equipped, and a combat effectiveness close to that of an ordinary regiment-level mercenary group.

After the special execution team arrived, under the command of Egilina, they entered the baron unimpeded and surrounded the castle.

Baron Münhausen, who was "at the end of his rope" and "frustrated" challenged Egilina to a knight's duel.

Although Egilina was "dismissive" of his challenge, she reluctantly accepted it.

In the eyes of passers-by, Baron Münhausen is like a trapped beast still fighting. Only Producer Luo, Director Ai and the female lead Melanie know that it is an act.

Everyone else was kept in the dark, including several maids.

Seeing that Roland was planning to challenge Egilina to a duel, Granny became anxious. She held on to Roland's reins tightly, her eyes were bloodshot and her voice was trembling.

"Lord Roland, let me go first. If I lose, you might as well surrender. There is a saying in our hometown that as long as the forest remains, there will be endless saplings."

Melanis's expression was inexplicably unnatural when she heard "the endless saplings."Roland's eyes looked at Granny with a little more tenderness.

Buying Granny was a complete accident.

He didn't originally want to buy the barbarian girl, he just scraped it together to spend all his gold coins.

Unexpectedly, the barbarian girl with the lowest value became the most loyal maid.

Facing the enemy's army pressing down on the enemy, everyone else's faces turned pale with fear. Only Granny stood firmly by his side.

Melanith knew the script, but Granny didn't, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to read it.

With her mind, it was too difficult to understand the script.

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Granny looked back at Egilina and shouted angrily: "Miss Egilina, you are my master's guest, why do you want to hit us?"

"You hit us later after eating and drinking. Do you still want shame?"

Egilina was a little embarrassed.

It's too much for barbarians to understand such a high-end game.

Seeing that Granny was about to rush out in excitement, Roland took her arm and said with a smile: "Granny, I recognize your bravery and loyalty, but this is my battle."

"But..."

"Excuting an order!"

Granny was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly let go of the reins and backed away unwillingly.

The master's orders were above all else, and she could not disobey Roland.

Granny took a few steps back, her eyes red, and she gripped the giant sword tightly.

Barbarians have an upright character, and anyone who treats them well will repay you twice as much, and Granny is no exception.

Roland provided her with food, never beat, scolded or abused her, and was very gentle when speaking. In the eyes of the barbarian girl, he was the best master.

When she was in the tribe, she had to be beaten every now and then, and she even went hungry.Master Roland was not related to her but was so kind to her. She knew who was good and who was bad.

If Master Roland unfortunately dies in battle, she will avenge him even if she risks her life.

If you are unable to take revenge, then you will die with your master!