Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 143: Trapped in the Enemy Camp

Carl had a dream. He was walking slowly in a fog. The air around him seemed to freeze time. It was so quiet that even the sound of his breathing seemed particularly abrupt. He just walked in confusion and continued to move forward.

In front of him, the fog gradually thinned, and a magnificent palace appeared before him. Its dome towered into the clouds, shining with golden light, and was connected to the sky.

He continued to move forward, climbing the stairs, and what came into his sight was a magnificent golden throne in the center. The throne was huge, like a high wall, emitting endless majesty and power. The throne was made of pure gold, shining brightly in the dim light. Huge gems were inlaid on the armrests and backrests, emitting colorful spots of light, as if gathering the starlight of the entire universe.

What was even more incredible was that on the throne sat a corpse, as huge as the throne, like a legendary giant. It was wearing a broken robe, covered with gold and silver threads. It wore a golden crown, and the huge gem on the crown shone, as if telling of its former glory.

Karl stared at the corpse, but suddenly he had an illusion that the other party seemed to be looking at him as well. At this moment, the air seemed to freeze. The eye sockets of the corpse were deep and dark, which made people shudder.

Then he heard a deep and majestic voice ringing in his ears, the sound was like thunder, like an echo from ancient times, impacting his body:

"You! You shouldn't be here!"

Then a strong force hit him and knocked him out of the hall. The things around him began to retreat rapidly. The palace was getting farther and farther away from him, and finally disappeared completely on the horizon. He also felt a severe blockage in his chest and lost consciousness for a while. Only at the last moment did he vaguely hear a familiar female voice saying:

"Did he survive?"

Then there was another old voice:

"Yes, at the critical moment..."

Then he remembered nothing.

I don't know how long it took, but when Carl woke up again, he found himself lying on a bed made of animal skins. From the dome above his head, he could tell that he was lying in a yurt. He was covered with a warm wool blanket and there was a smell of herbs around him.

"You're awake~" An elderly voice sounded, and the speaker was an old woman with a strange appearance.

She was short and thin, with a slightly hunched back, wearing clothes made of various animal skins; her face was full of wrinkles, her skin was like wind-dried tree bark; her hair was gray and messily draped over her shoulders. However, from the other person's deep eye sockets, Karl felt a sharp gaze, as if he could see through a person's soul.

Then she stretched out an arm and placed it on Karl’s forehead. Her arm was covered with bracelets made of various materials, which began to collide with each other and jingle as she moved.

After concentrating for a moment, she whispered:

"Yeah, it's okay. You'll be fine, but you need to rest."

Then he retracted his arm and said again:

"That girl Nura owes me another favor."

Noura! Carl remembered that he was bitten by a zombie wolf and was in danger. It was Noura who saved him, but where was Princess Snow at this time?

While I was thinking, the curtain of the tent was suddenly opened, and a cold wind blew into the yurt, followed by a familiar voice:

"Mother-in-law, didn't I tell him to call me as soon as he wakes up?"

"Hmph, he's still the same as he was when he was a kid, always with a bad temper. He just came back from the gates of hell and needs to rest!" said the old woman angrily.

"It's just a bite from a zombie wolf." Nura replied bluntly.

"No, the one that bit him wasn't just a simple zombie wolf. I can't tell, but it was more terrifying than we imagined." The old woman continued, "You were also at the scene, so you should know better than me."

Noura sighed and then continued:

"I didn't say that he couldn't rest. I just asked him to agree to a few simple things."

Agreeing to a few simple things, Karl had roughly guessed what the other party wanted to say. Before she asked, Karl had already answered first:

"impossible."

"I haven't said anything yet!" Noura replied.

"Yeah, but I know what you're going to say," Carl replied.

"I saved you! You owe me!" Nura replied, with a bit more anger in her tone.

Carl sighed deeply, then said:

"I know your kindness, and I can promise you anything except that."

Noura widened her eyes and shouted:

"What's wrong with submitting to my father?"

"Will you let me submit to the Great Khan so that your tribe can move south?"

"Are you so loyal to your king?" Noura cried.

"This is not just a question of who to be loyal to. If your tribe moves south, how much damage will it cause, and how many people will die?"

Carl did not consider himself a saint, but with his understanding of history, he was well aware of the destruction and disaster caused by each large-scale invasion of nomadic peoples to the south. He was also well aware of how future generations would evaluate him if he agreed to this. He was indeed an egoist, but even from a utilitarian point of view, future reputation was important, and he could not afford such a crime.

Noura became more and more impolite. She snorted coldly:

"Humph, you don't seem to understand the current situation. You are in my hands now. You have no choice. Either surrender or stay here forever."

Carl just shook his head:

"You are the one who doesn't quite understand, Noura. You are right, I really have no choice. Once I submit to the Great Khan, I will no longer be the Viscount of Reikland. The king will immediately send someone to replace me, and all my men will abandon me."

"What? I don't believe it! I can't say anything about other people, but that girl named Flame Alia will never betray you!" Nura shouted.

"No, she has no choice in the face of justice." Carl replied calmly.

For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate, and the air in the tent was so eerily quiet that it was almost suffocating.

After a long time, Carl was the first to break the silence:

"Listen, I can redeem myself with money, and I am willing to trade with you. In fact, I have a very good thing that can improve your situation. Then you don't have to go south!"

After all, the nomadic tribes went south because the northern border was too cold to grow crops, forcing them to make a living as nomads. However, such a life was extremely risky. As long as they could change their current living conditions, there would be no need to go south. He had already thought of many plans, such as increasing the grain production of the entire Morgan Territory through fertilizers, and then establishing a trade with them to provide them with the most important food, so that he could get the most important strategic materials such as horses. At the same time, he also thought of greenhouse planting. Once such a planting method is adopted, there is no need to consider the weather, and food can be produced even in the cold north.

A complex emotion flashed across Nura's eyes, but then she shook her head and continued shouting, "You don't understand at all. Going south is our only choice!"

“Why are you so obsessed with going south?”

Noura was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to answer, and the two sides fell into a stalemate again. At this time, a hurried horn suddenly sounded in the camp.

The curtain was opened again, and a tribal warrior rushed in in a panic:

"Princess, they're coming again!"

They? Who are they? Carl was confused.

Nura's expression became serious. She stood up, grabbed the ice spear beside her, and shouted to the tribal warrior:

"Prepare for battle immediately!"

"Yes!" the man shouted and went out immediately.

Karl was getting more and more confused. In his memory, Great Khan Akitila had unified all the nomadic tribes long ago, and united the northern nomads to establish his own nomadic kingdom. Logically, they should have no other enemies except the kingdom! So who were they fighting against now?

While he was thinking, Nura beside him suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted him up from the bed.

This action directly startled the old woman next to him and made her scream:

"I told you, he needs to rest."

However, Noura ignored the other party's words, but stared at Karl, and then said seriously:

"Don't you want to know why we are heading south? I'll show you now!"

Without waiting for Karl’s reply, he dragged him off the bed like a chicken.