Lord of Rot

Chapter 656: You told me this is a goblin? (page 12)

Baron Dehn put on new spurs and stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.

Thick flaxen white hair is mixed with a few strands of white hair. As a local ruler, Baron Deen's family has always lived a long life. Of course, this is also related to the fact that they never get involved in the power disputes in the kingdom.

The housekeeper drove away the manservant who was standing next to Baron Deen, arranging his collar, and took the initiative to lightly spray the baron with perfume and make final preparations.

"How are you preparing?" Baron Deen glanced at the butler.

The person he trusted the most in the entire manor was not even his wife, but the housekeeper.

"The Third Prince welcomes your visit very much," the butler said with a smile, "He is at the end of his rope and has no choice."

"Yes, being kicked out before the power struggle between brothers and sisters has even begun is a waste." Baron Deen did not hide his disdain.

"But you helped him at a critical moment." The butler did not follow Baron Deen in scolding him, even though he was still a prince no matter how miserable he was.

As a commoner, he dared to scold the prince in front of the baron. Doesn't it mean that he dared to scold the baron even when the baron couldn't see him?

Maintaining your own elegance and etiquette is the life of a butler.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince will remember your help!"

Baron Deen smiled: "If he gets it right, although we all know it is difficult, I hope our prince can have a normal mind."

After finishing cleaning up, Baron Deen mounted his unicorn horse, which was a hybrid between a Warcraft and a war horse. Its snow-white fur and sacred horns always played a sacred role in the story.

The unicorn is a kind of bloodthirsty monster that is difficult to tame, like a hyena, and is greedy for the blood of virgins. It will choose to penetrate its lower body with the horn on its head, knocking it until its intestines are pierced, and it dies.

There is also a way to deal with beasts with low IQs, and that is absolutely powerful power. A one-horned horse like Baron Deen will be afraid of the riding crop in his hand.

The whip is woven from chimera goat hair and lion's mane, mixed with snake bone vine, and has the ability to tame animals.

Baron Deen, who was riding a unicorn horse, swung his whip and led the team towards the small border town.

Greystone Town is quite a distance from Baron Deen's territory.

It has always existed as a border between the Goblin Kingdom and the Goblin Kingdom.

There are very few people in the village, and young women are almost invisible. As long as a woman with childbearing potential encounters a goblin, she will not end well at all.

Fortunately, the overall strength of goblins is not strong, and the average intelligence is not high. Although they can use weapons, they cannot make weapons, and it is difficult to form a scale, so it has not been a big problem.

However, everyone in the entire empire knew that Greystone Town was a barren place. A dignified prince was sent here to be the lord. He had no soldiers, no one, no money, and was not even comparable to a small baron.

After driving for several days, Baron Deen saw the towering city wall in the distance.

Represents the borderline of a country.

But when he came to Greystone Town, he didn't see the third prince.

"Where is His Highness the Third Prince?" Baron Deen asked.

The person in question was the local political affairs officer. He had a huge belly but very slender legs. He held out his belly and said with great effort: "Your Highness went to the valley outside the country."

"What?" Baron Deen mistakenly thought he heard wrongly: "There are goblins there!"

Goblins cannot be killed cleanly.

Although the goblins cannot attack, it does not mean that the goblins are not in danger.

On the contrary, the endless troubles of goblins are enough to give him a headache.

"What's going on?"

"When His Highness the Third Prince came to Greystone Town two months ago, he was attacked by bandits. The accompanying Shield Knight repelled the bandits, but His Highness the Third Prince was also frightened and fainted."

Baron Deen thought: "Then it would be better to let him die in that attack. I'm afraid the king thinks so too."

But he still remembered his intention to come here. If the third prince really died, his trip would be in vain.

It's a waste of time but no gain. It's better to fight those beautiful maids on a sunny afternoon.

Look, not long after leaving the territory, Baron Deen started to panic.

Especially the night elf who demanded an extremely high price. His figure...cheeks...and nobility all over his body made Baron Deen's blood boil.

The Administrative Officer did not know that Baron Deen's thoughts had drifted to the silky gray skin and tight buttocks of the beautiful night elf, and he kept his ten finger prints on them in his mind.

And the light gray-blue skin slowly turned red with the trembling and painful screams of the slaps.

"After waking up, the third prince attached great importance to local agriculture and commerce." The political officer continued: "He carried out reforms, and he seemed to have suddenly learned magic."

"Huh?" Baron Deen didn't care.

Even though the entire empire was rumored that the third prince was a loser, he had royal blood after all.

The most natural thing in this world is that it is unfair. Some people try their best to train and learn, but they may not be able to compare with the two spells that a person with excellent bloodline learns casually while taking a nap.

It is normal for efforts not to be rewarded.

"Recently, people have been missing one after another. His Highness the Third Prince believed that they must be goblins, so he led the army into the depths of the valley, hoping to rescue the people."

"Army? How many people?"

The political officer said: "There are more than a hundred people, all elites from the royal capital!"

"Elite?" Baron Deen sneered in his heart: "There are no elites, only fools will follow. They are probably the big-head soldiers who spend a lot of money to hire."

Only those short-sighted farmers who are greedy for money would be willing to follow a good-for-nothing prince to the border.

"Then, let's wait and hope that His Highness the Third Prince can successfully rescue the person."

In Baron Deen's expectation, there should be two results.

In the first type, the third prince really found the goblins, and then used his excellent strength to kill all the goblins and rescue the people.

In the second type, the team bowed sadly, and the third prince ran away with his tail between his legs.

The first possibility is high. The overall combat effectiveness of goblins is not high. Ordinary adults can deal with them one on one. If the weapons are better, one against three is not a problem. As for the second situation, the other party will only be frightened and run away on their own.

However, one day and one night passed, and the third prince did not come back.

Three days passed, and the third prince still didn't come back.

Baron Deen felt something was wrong. Could it be that the third prince really died in the valley?

He had just arrived in Gray Stone Town but had done nothing. Now that the third prince was dead, even if he told others that it had nothing to do with him, he had not been searching for the third prince for so many days since he came to Gray Stone Town. He would still die. Save the crime.

The king doesn't like his third son, and may even be glad that the third prince died outside. But when the third prince dies, someone must be responsible for the incident.

Baron Dehn is the unlucky guy now.

"Immediately prepare all the young adults in Greystone Town and follow me into the valley!" Baron Deen said seriously: "The third prince is very likely to encounter something unexpected!"