Chapter 342 - 216: Thor Is This Awesome??_2

"Hahaha, as expected, Thor has been targeted, this time he’s going to bleed heavily."

"Those guys aren’t easy to deal with!"

Engel’s voice sounded with a hint of laughter.

He wasn’t actually gloating; in his view, this outcome was also a form of training for Thor.

"Oh, our eagle fledglings in Dressrosa have gone to war with them!"

"This is not a wise choice."

"Eh, they actually won, not bad, not bad, that boy from the Walt Clan was captured, hahahaha!"

Count Engle’s smile grew richer.

But as he spoke, Count Engle’s brow gradually became solemn.

"Northern Alliance!"

"They actually united."

Count Engle muttered to himself, and the smile gradually faded.

In his view, Thor wouldn’t be in any real danger because Michael and Chesire were present, addressing the reason being these powerful noble descendants.

But once these powerful noble descendants unite, the situation changes completely.

In such a case, Thor’s safety couldn’t be absolutely guaranteed.

Yet, in his seriousness, the words that followed suddenly left him stunned.

"Win, won!"

"This, this!"

Count Engle’s eyes widened, and he immediately stood up.

"Sir?"

Seeing Count Engle stand up, the butler Charlie’s expression changed slightly, instinctively speaking.

But at this moment, Count Engle had no intention of addressing this.

"Impossible!"

"How could it be?"

"This, this!"

Count Engle muttered to himself, unable to remain calm at this moment.

He was originally worried, but no one expected the content that followed would deliver a heavy blow.

Faced with the united conquest of twenty-seven powerful noble lords, Thor actually won.

Yes, he won.

Not only did he win, but Thor also captured nineteen powerful noble descendants and killed a descendant of the Spencer Family.

Count Engle only felt dizzy at this moment.

Instinctively, he looked at the letter again, and the words remained, confirming he hadn’t seen wrongly.

This left him completely bewildered.

He couldn’t imagine how Thor managed to win.

Twenty-seven powerful noble descendants, this time he knew the strength they brought, every ounce of power surpassing previous efforts to gain prestige points.

As powerful noble descendants, they would possess at least accompanying Earth Knights. Twenty-seven powerful noble lords, at least twenty-seven Earth Knights, possibly even thirty, forty, including many at Earth Knight Peak.

And how many Earth Knights were in Eagle Territory: Michael, Chesire, Marshall, along with Thor and Reine possibly equivalent to Earth Knights, and other supporters providing Earth Knights—ten, maybe?

The answer is obviously no, having seven or eight would be good.

Such strength, let’s not mention thirty or forty Earth Knights, even twenty-seven Earth Knights couldn’t possibly be defeated.

But the result was a win.

Not only did they win, but the Northern Alliance was completely destroyed, nineteen Pioneer Lords directly captured.

At this moment, Count Engle even thought either Thor had gone mad, or the world had gone mad.

Otherwise, this result couldn’t possibly happen.

That was dozens of Earth Knights, even previously against the Dressrosa Family encounter, they might not win.

No, it shouldn’t be said they might not win.

They definitely couldn’t win.

His strength was formidable, Michael was formidable too, but how many Earth Knights could they handle—five, or ten? Even if they could face ten, there were still ten, even twenty, thirty Earth Knights.

The Dressrosa Family couldn’t possibly mobilize even if all their branches’ forces were pooled.

How did Thor win?

Especially as seen from the letter, the war lasted a short time, just over ten days, it seemed the result had already concluded.

This was simply a miracle.

The miracle radiance of the Goddess of Life.

"Whew!"

Finally, Count Engle suppressed his fluctuating emotions and slowly exhaled a breath of air.

"Charlie!"

His gaze turned toward the butler Charlie.

"Sir!"

Though the butler Charlie expressed some confusion, he quickly responded.

"Go!"

"Forget it, I’ll handle it myself!"

"You may leave!"

Count Engle contemplated speaking but halfway through took a deep breath and waved his hand.

"Yes!"

Despite increasing curiosity, the butler Charlie refrained from asking and slowly exited the study.

Only after the butler Charlie left.

Count Engle sat back down.

"Thor, you’ve indeed given me a big surprise."

Once again, Count Engle looked at the letter and muttered to himself.

He had no idea how Thor accomplished it.

Couldn’t imagine how the victory was won.

But Count Engle also sensed Thor’s intentions in the letter.

He never thought one day he would rely on his son.

He had to admit, looking at the final content of the letter, he was genuinely tempted.

Two hundred thousand Gold Coins.

No, it should be at least two hundred thousand Gold Coins.

Because Thor left out the Spencer Family.

As the only nobility killed, whether Thor or the Dressrosa Family, they had undeniably offended the Spencer Family grievously, not asking for ransom wasn’t unnecessary; it was left for Count Engle to handle.

After all, regardless, Moravis Spencer attacked Eagle Territory.

Demanding compensation isn’t unnecessary.

As for how much compensation, it depends on Count Engle’s methods.

Count Engle, of course, saw the meaning inside.

And for him, or rather, for the entire Dressrosa Family, to have enough accomplishment in Kingdom War, further expanding their strength is needed.

This kind isn’t something Count Engle breaking through as a Sky Knight alone can bring, it requires a large sum of Gold Coins.

Two hundred thousand Gold Coins, or even more, would satisfy a substantial need.

Ensuring the Dressrosa Family’s upcoming expansion proceeds without any issues.

And just as Count Engle received the letter.

Xiyue Province location.

Spencer Family.

"Crash!"

The sound of a teacup shattering.

"What did you say?"

A middle-aged man suddenly stood, his face showing shock as he looked at the knight reporting in front of him.

"Marq, Marquis Sir, Moravi Young Master, he, he.....!"

The knight spoke with trembling, his words stuttering with a hint of hesitation.

"Speak, what happened to Moravi?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes glowed with fierceness, his gaze fixated on the knight.

"Marquis Sir, Moravi Young Master was, was killed by Thor Dressrosa in the Northern Province."

Facing the middle-aged man’s fierce glare, the knight quickly replied, afraid to stutter for even a moment.

"Bang!"

The desk in front shattered, a torrent of Life Source Power erupted abruptly, the powerful aura instantly pressing the knight down.

The middle-aged man’s face instantly became grim.