Start as Inherited Baroness

After this battle, the orcs' nest was filled with the smell of blood, and a large number of corpses were scattered and piled between the low wooden houses. The blood seeped into the ground and made it muddy.

"Baron! We drove the orcs away!"

A heavy-armored, blood-stained anti-axe mercenary leader walked to the patrol team's formation and knelt on one knee to report.

"Well done, clean up the battlefield." Simon nodded calmly and responded.

Since they won the battle, it's not easy to blame them. Anyway, these mercenaries are not his direct troops.

Discipline doesn't matter, as long as they can kill the orcs.

"Yes! Sir!" The burly mercenary leader saluted respectfully and went to work.

At this time, the surviving mercenaries were scrambling to seize the orcs' bodies and cut off their ears as proof. This is all money.

They didn't feel too sad about the death of their companions.

Since these people embarked on the path of mercenaries, they are probably prepared to die at any time.

"I killed him! You're blind!"

"Nonsense! Gay! Open your eyes..."

When the mercenaries fought for the animal ears, they inevitably fought, but they were all very restrained, at most pushing and shoving, without using weapons.

After a while, they cut off all the animal ears and moved the bodies away in different categories.

Then they found a clean place to sit down and take a breath to rest.

"Let the mercenary group arrange for the guards." Simon ordered.

"Yes! My lord!" Upon hearing this, Hilde went to dispatch immediately.

At this time, several mercenary leaders walked over and saluted, saying, "Baron, we lost a total of 89 people.

Including one mercenary leader, in addition, 27 people were seriously injured.

Killed 561 orcs, including one strong orc and two tauren.

Do you want to continue the cleanup?"

"Of course, the battle is still behind.

There are more than a dozen strong orcs in this group of orcs. It's too little to kill one now.

Tonight, rely on this orc nest to set up camp and defend yourself. Throw the orc corpses farther away, and there will be wild beasts to clean up the mess.

As for the mercenary corpses, you can do it yourself, anyway, don't leave them in the camp."

Simon ordered that it was too late to burn them at this point, and it was estimated that they would just dig shallow pits to bury them.

If it were up to him, he would have to cut off the limbs to prevent corpse transformation.

However, the probability of corpse transformation is very low, and even if it becomes a corpse ghost, it is not strong, so Simon did not ask the mercenaries to do so.

After all, chopping corpses is a bit blasphemous, and it is usually done to the enemy.

"Yes! Sir!" The mercenary leaders took the order and left.

"Hilde, arrange the soldiers to set up camp, build a wooden wall, and surround this place." Simon then ordered again.

"Yes!" After taking the order, Hilde immediately began to command the soldiers to cut wood.

It was already approaching dusk, and it would not be long before the sky would darken, and the danger would increase much more than during the day.

So Simon kept urging the soldiers to speed up the progress, and he even picked up an axe and did it himself.

With his strength comparable to that of a silver knight, he cut down a small piece of waist-thick woods in a short while.

Unknowingly, only the last embers of the setting sun were left in the sky, and the dark night was coming.

With the hard work of so many soldiers in cutting wood, a simple camp rose from the ground, covering most of the orcs' nest.

The height of the wooden wall was more than five meters, and three watchtowers of nearly ten meters were built, which barely looked like a good camp.

"Awoo~Awoo~" Waves of wolf howls sounded in the depths of the forest.

The soldiers and mercenaries had all entered the simple camp to rest.

Simon's guards took out the yellow bread from the pouch on their waists and ate it.

They not only had bread, but also cheese and butter, which could replenish a lot of energy.

Simon's dinner was similar, except for the white bread mixed with honey, everything else was the same.

The mercenaries' dinner was also good. They brought some things with them, which looked richer. Some unknown plant roots were among the meals.

Simon was chewing with big mouthfuls. Just after finishing a piece of honey white bread, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and a little creepy.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately figured out what was going on.

There were too many kills in this orc nest today, and it was estimated that the dead souls would be formed.

After he was full, he stretched out his hand to cast the light spell, and an egg-sized ball of light slowly rose.

It illuminated the camp once, and a faint roar that was not like a human voice sounded, and then it was annihilated very quickly.

The mercenary leaders looked at Simon, surprised. They didn't expect that the baron was a mage... It was quite rare.

After a while, a mercenary leader hesitated for a while, stood up and walked over.

He saluted respectfully and begged: "Baron! I wonder if you can treat those seriously injured mercenaries."

"Of course, but it will cost you.

If you want to treat, it will be deducted from the final reward.

I have always been fair in doing business, so I will calculate it according to the price you go to the doctor for treatment." Simon smiled faintly.

"Uh... Yes! Thank you for your help!" The mercenary leader was slightly stunned, and then immediately agreed.

There were more seriously injured mercenaries under his command, as many as eight people.

Because when the orcs raided before, they were the most outward, the first to bear the brunt, the heaviest losses, and more unlucky.

Simon nodded slightly and smiled: "Carry the people over."

"Yes! Please wait a moment, sir!" The mercenary captain went immediately, and soon a dozen people carried eight mercenaries on stretchers.

They were covered in blood, most of which had holes in their thighs or stomachs.

Although it was bandaged in time, it was still difficult to stop the bleeding. In addition, it was easy to get infected, and it basically cost me most of my life.

At this time, the benefits of the military mage are revealed. It is much easier to use than a doctor. There is no need to look at the wound at all. When you raise your hand, there will be a burst of yellow light.

Simon cast a healing spell on each of these eight people.

It didn't take long for their wounds to stop bleeding and scabs formed, and they became a little more energetic.

"Thank you, Lord Baron! Save my life!" They all expressed gratitude.

"Hey! You're welcome, it's the one who takes the money." Simon grinned and waved his hand, and the mercenaries carried the wounded away again.

Seeing this, the other mercenary captains also asked him to treat him, saying that the price was not an issue.

Simon refused to accept anyone who came, and treated all the lightly and seriously injured people. During the process, he also meditated to restore his mana. It was already past nine o'clock when he finished.

He felt slightly mentally exhausted, but it was nothing serious.

Simon's current magic level is still a bit low, he is just an entry-level mage.

Otherwise, a single healing spell can completely cure a seriously injured person.

If a high mage learns the healing aura, once the spell is activated, soldiers within a radius of more than 20 meters can continue to be healed.

Treating it at the same time, not to mention how beautiful it is.

At this time, Sylde walked over and reported: "Lord Baron, the wolves are coming.

I don't know what it was over there among the orc corpses, but it started fighting with the wolf. "

When Simon heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "Let's go to the watchtower and have a look. It's best to understand."

"Yes!" Hilde responded and opened the way ahead.

After a while, Simon climbed up to the watchtower. It was pitch dark outside and he couldn't see anything clearly.

However, he knew the Light Technique. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a dazzling ball of light appeared. With a wave of his hand, the ball shot out.

Illuminating the pile of corpses more than a hundred meters away, I was shocked to find that the ones conflicting with the wolves were more than a dozen dead and restless orc corpses.