Start as Inherited Baroness

After searching for a while, Simon really made another discovery.

In the best half-cave house, he found three tattered magic scrolls, two magic gems and some magic materials.

This should be the residence of the dog-headed priest. Maybe he left in a hurry and didn't take everything with him.

"Spirit control... and life exploration, underwater breathing, hey, rare, not even recorded in the Book of Illusions."

Simon studied the three magic scrolls for a while and found that there were three spells recorded on them, which he had never heard of before.

Among them, the spirit control, according to the description, is very useful.

It can control animals or people, and observe external objects from their perspective.

"If you control a golden eagle, wouldn't you be able to see all the mountains and rivers in the sky, which is equivalent to opening the full map vision!"

Simon thought in his heart and realized that this spell is of great significance to marching and fighting.

He immediately put all the scrolls into the storage column in a good mood.

When I get back, I can ask Winis to see if there is any special origin of these three spells.

In addition, the two magic gems obtained are also very valuable, which is the material for making the staff.

One gem is at least hundreds of golden eagles, and it is possible to be worth tens of thousands.

However, Simon speculated based on the magic fluctuations on the two gems that the value of each one should be between 800 and 2,000 golden eagles.

It is also a windfall.

If those mercenaries find out, there may be a conflict, after all, they are guys who want money but not life.

Simon is making a fortune here, but the mercenary groups are still fighting hard.

They chased to the west of the valley, where there is a narrow pass, where strong orcs led many jackals to guard.

Two mercenary groups had gone around and came here to cut off the orcs' retreat, and they ran into them.

When they were killing each other, a deputy chieftain of a strong orc tribe who withdrew from the valley also rushed over with many orcs.

With more orcs joining, the mercenaries were in danger, and members fell under the hammers one after another.

"What should we do! Captain! We can't hold on! More than 30% of the members have been killed, we can retreat!!"

A swordsman in heavy armor killed a gnoll vanguard and forced back an ordinary orc with another sword, and shouted.

"No! Hold on! Our people are coming! If you let them go, the baron will punish you severely!"

The mercenary leader with a resolute face roared like a lion.

He had golden brown hair and seemed to be from Xigodi, perhaps with noble blood.

"Damn! Don't forget me if you are knighted!"

The heavily armored swordsman was helpless, gritted his teeth and shouted, and fought a few moves with a strong orc.

These few moves were enough to show that he had the strength of a golden warrior.

"No problem! Kill!"

Another mercenary group had been defeated, and only a few dozen of them were still holding shields, firmly guarding the pass behind the valley.

In addition, there were more than a dozen mercenary archers on the hillsides on both sides, constantly shooting arrows to harass the support.

"Damn! If you don't retreat, you're going to die! Retreat! Retreat!!"

After holding on for a while, more than a dozen mercenary members were killed, and the heavy-armored swordsman was also splashed with blood. He couldn't hold on any longer and ran away.

"Here they come! Support is coming!!"

At this time, the golden-brown-haired, lion-like mercenary leader roared.

The remaining members of the mercenary group were immediately refreshed and stopped the collapse.

There were indeed shouts of killing like a tide.

More than 400 mercenaries came over, and seeing so many orcs blocked here, they all screamed excitedly.

One by one, regardless of danger, they rushed forward, with no orcs in their eyes, only their ears.

No wonder the enthusiasm of the mercenaries was so high.

Because before this, they had never encountered such a task to settle the reward according to the number of kills.

Usually, half is paid first, and the balance is paid after the goal is completed.

How much a person can get depends on the allocation of the mercenary leader.

There are inevitably many injustices, so most people just want to get by when fighting.

But now it is completely different. How many orc ears you have in your arms can be exchanged for how much money, so why not try your best to make a fortune?

The two teams of mercenaries sandwiched the orcs in the middle and hacked each other wildly. Gradually, they all got excited.

And the orc priest also used a strong medicine. He chanted a spell and emitted a red light all over his body. The next moment, a circle of ripples spread out.

The gnolls, dog-headed men and other orcs within a dozen meters were all included. Their eyes were bloodshot and they roared wildly.

These orcs became extremely excited, fearless of death, threw away their weapons, and rushed towards the mercenaries like crazy.

Even if their arms were chopped off by an axe, they would rush up and bite off the mercenary's cheeks.

They would never give up until their heads were chopped off.

Although the mercenaries were well-equipped, their morale was on the verge of collapse under this crazy life-for-life fighting style.

"Ah!! My eyes! Beast! Help... Ah!"

"Ah, my fingers!!"

Many mercenaries who were blinded by money saw these tragic scenes, woke up, and began to retreat.

After all, having money but no life is nothing.

"Deputy Chief! The offensive of the human soldiers has weakened. Let's open a gap and retreat!

As long as you and I are still alive, there will be no worries about pulling out another group of orcs!" The priest said solemnly when he saw this.

"Okay! Charge to the west!"

The deputy chieftain was also quick to follow suit. In this situation, it was impossible to turn the tide with his bravery alone.

Several strong orcs immediately rushed towards the mercenary leader with golden brown hair.

However, they also had reinforcements. The mercenaries who had retreated before, seeing the situation turned around, came back again...

When Simon finished collecting the spoils and led his troops over, he saw this scene.

He was stunned by the bloody situation: "Mailan, are these the mercenaries we hired before?"

"Yes! They are so brave! Sir! I will lead my brothers to charge!"

Mailan looked at the situation, his blood boiling, and asked for a fight.

"Don't be reckless! Take the archers to occupy the high ground on both sides and shoot them to death.

I will charge the battle later!" Simon moved his wrist, raised his saber, and said in a heroic voice.

"But this is too dangerous! Sir! Please think twice!"

"What nonsense! I am an entry-level knight, and those orcs are all traitors!" Simon shouted.

"Yes!" Mai Lan immediately climbed to a slightly higher place with his archers, drew his bow and arrow, and shot at the orcs.

"A reward of 20 gold will be given to those who kill the strong orc leader! Honorary knight!!" Simon shouted with great energy.

"The baron is here! Kill!!"

This shout really worked. A big reward will attract brave men.

Many mercenaries who wanted to retreat were encouraged again.

If they fought bravely, they might be able to catch the eyes of the nobles and rise to prominence in the near future.

Too many people have this fluke mentality.

"The opportunity has come! Morey!"

The golden-brown-haired mercenary leader heard Simon's shout, and although he was covered in blood, he became more and more courageous.

"Fall!"

The swordsman called Morei leaned down and cut off the leg of the orc, and then tripped him.

The mercenary leader took advantage of the situation and swung his war hammer, hitting the orc's head.

A big dent suddenly appeared on the orc's iron helmet, and blood gushed out...