The Lion King of Middenland, Warhammer

() "Your Highness Catherine, looking at all this. It's okay to be afraid. Everyone who has seen the bloody river of corpses on the battlefield for the first time will experience it all. I was far from you 45 years ago. Calmness. Although our army’s artillery has suffered heavy losses, the main force of our army is still fighting on the south road, let us rush there, because victory is the best mourning for the dead comrades.”

Cicero immediately bowed deeply to the astonished princess, his voice heavy and firm.In the melee just now, he was entangled by two Chaos Knights and their attendants, and was slightly injured at one point. It was not until Old Loren arrived that the situation was reversed, so he came a bit late.The disastrous scene of the collapse of the Chinese army also made him a little depressed, because the artillery who almost wiped out the army had a deeper relationship with him. They were all elites selected from the Tubaro City Guard.

"Well... But I can't seem to use any power now, and the magic pendant my teacher gave me has also burst..."

Catherine gently answered the long-bearded Director Yujian, with confusion in her voice.In fact, the after-effects of using long-distance dispersal magic by leapfrogging are huge.Even though she has first-rate alchemy armor and magic items, she still exhausted all her magic power and physical strength, and I'm afraid she won't have any fighting power within a few days.This is the biggest gap between mortals and those favored by gods. The long-term endurance of those favored by gods is by no means comparable to ordinary people who have not received divine grace.The red-haired princess did not receive divine favor, and it was a miracle that she woke up so early.

"I can protect you, Your Royal Highness."

Something unexpected happened, Tenan actually took the initiative to pick up Catherine's words.This made Cicero's eyes widen, while Fleur gave Hyde a sideways look with a smile, and her eyes were full of special pride.

"Ah...this..."

The face of the client, Catherine, turned red again to the base of her neck. The delicate girl suddenly became overwhelmed, almost unable to speak, but at the same time she got closer to Tenan, her cheeks were pressed against On Tenan's majestic body, it almost seemed like he didn't want to be separated.

"Sister, I think it's the best choice at present to let Lord Tenan protect you, so let's do it! Lord Cicero, you are also covering on the side! The others follow me and attack the south road!"

Hyde made his decision almost instantaneously, in fact, he thought it was the best one.The current battlefield is in chaos, and the enemy's stragglers appear and disappear in the smoke.Where could he put his crippled sister?Is there a safe place?Tenan has amazing strength, no less than the strength of old Loren and himself, there is no safer place than Nan's side.

Moreover, Hyde could vaguely see that his delicate and dissolute elder sister seemed to have a special feeling for Tenan, which couldn't be better.Because the young divinely favored person had a headache a few days ago from this cousin's constant temptation and teasing. Catherine was his close relative, the granddaughter of his grandfather.Although Hyde is definitely not a sex-restrainer, he has no interest in close relatives and sisters. He doesn't want to have something that shouldn't happen with his cousin.

So the short drama scene in the middle road ended like this. Catherine blushed and sat behind Tenen's saddle, her slender arms covered with gold armor tightly hugged Tenen's waist.Tenan's expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened, and the two invincible four-foot hammer axes were still held in his strong hands.Hyde specifically asked Tenan not to charge too much like before, and then led old Loren and others to leap towards the smoky south wing position.

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"Your Excellency, Deputy Instructor! How are you?"

In the southern phalanx surrounded by sulfurous smoke, several heavy armored knights wearing short mountain lion skin cloaks filled with arrows and holding single-edged crescent battle axes shouted anxiously.The red-haired cheetah knight Marshall was actually among them, with a guilty look on his face blackened by the gunpowder.

"Brothers, Supreme Sigma has not planned to summon me yet, so...you don't need to be too nervous."

After taking a few breaths, a tall, elderly knight with a thick brown mustache supported his body with his huge sword, and stood up hard.There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and a large piece of the breastplate engraved with the cross of Saint Sigma was dented, as if he had suffered a serious internal injury.

"Respected Master Fred, the glorious leader of the mountain lion. You actually suffered such a serious injury for my new Cheetah Knight, which makes me... really ashamed."

The red-haired Marshall lowered his head, and extended the knight's solemn etiquette to the wounded middle-aged knight, his voice full of apology.

"Don't be a mother-in-law! A student of Daleen! You played well and commanded very well. You deserve... the mountain lions shot to protect you! What shame do you have? You let the cunning old fox Daleen You owe me a favor, and I can't wait to reward you heavily immediately!"

The assistant tutor named Fred stared at Marshall with sharp eyes, his staccato voice was mixed with indescribable anger and relief, and there seemed to be a trace of tenderness towards the junior in it.

"You have learned a lot from Daleen what he is best at. I know that old fox with cheetah fur must be very proud! But this is also a happy event for the empire, and I will not be jealous. Now, I will send the six mountain lion warriors The command right is entrusted to you, although it is very little, it is still a force! Take out all the skills that the old fox entrusted to you, and let that damned Chaos Kugan taste the power of imperial tactics!"

Fred straightened his body vigorously, stepped back on the horse, and then swung his sword to strike Marshall's shoulder armor.The voice of the old chief monk of the knight order was harsh, but the old eyes were full of gratification.

"Master Fred, thank you for your affirmation of my glorious teacher! Please take care of your health, Your Excellency is still waiting to drink with you in Kislevgrad!"

Marshall responded with dignified knightly etiquette, his voice echoing across the snowfield.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense! The specialty of the old fox Daleen is not to talk nonsense! Take the warriors up, the enemy's retreat is usually temporary!"

The loud voice of the deputy instructor of the Mountain Lion Knights rang in Marshall's ears like thunder. The tall and heroic old knight unceremoniously punched Marshall in the chest, a punch with affirmation and expectation.So the red-haired young man didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately rode his horse and the mountain lion knights to the Ugoer cavalry outside the phalanx.

"Ah, the damned old Fox Dalien finally has an apprentice who is as cunning and good at tactics as him! This really makes me angry! Ah..."

The tall old knight Fred said goodbye to Marshall with a smile and cursing, watching them disappear into the crowd.Although the mouth is very relaxed, in the eyes of the old man with a thick mustache, there is a kind of intertwined relief and loss turning, turning silently.

In fact, just now, the southern phalanx was almost broken under the surrounding fire of thousands of Chaos cavalry, but Marshall's excellent command of the cavalry changed everything.He commanded the Ugols to shuttle through the arrow forest of the Kugans, always launching just the right counterattack at the most critical moment, and defusing the inevitable assault of the Chaos cavalry into the maneuvers between the cavalry and the cavalry.This red-haired young man's prancing horse is like lightning, and more than 200 Qingqi are like elusive electric eels under his sword and command flag.

After seeing the importance of this team of annoying cavalry, Mosul, the 500-man commander of Kugan, immediately changed the target of the attack.He planned to concentrate his forces to defeat this group of cavalry first, and then deal with the isolated and helpless phalanx.So he did so immediately, and he was almost successful. His fierce deputy had brought the Chaos troll to the side of the red-haired boy, and it seemed that he could take the red-haired head immediately.

But something happened that Mosul didn't expect.A group of small cavalrymen, who came out of nowhere, suddenly thrust in from the side, and smashed the assault spearhead that he was determined to win!A tall knight in the pelt of a giant lion crippled his lance-wielding lieutenant with a single blow, before cutting down the last of his trolls.Although the trolls and Chaos Knights also made this damn old guy pay the price, the enemy's phalanx took the opportunity to launch a salvo of artillery fire and muskets, and formed a pincer attack with the cavalry, so they were unwilling to lose too much Mosu Er could only retreat in despair.

"Is there another general attack? Your Excellency Mosul, Suho, the commander of a thousand people, has blown the horn."

A nearly naked Chaos Dancer with her plump breasts bound only by silver chains and colorful pendants rode close to Mosul in heavy armor. The turquoise and agate woven in her dense braids were blowing in the wind. There was a soft sound, and the charming purple smoke flowed around her lips.

"I don't think it's time yet. It's better for us to continue to shoot around and consume the enemy's stamina. Victory is imminent, and we don't need to pay too much with the lives of the warriors of Kugan. Because every warrior on the Prancing Horse battlefield They are all precious treasures of Lord Analaire, we are responsible to the noble Lord Analair, this is a manifestation of our loyalty."

Mosul put down his mace and stroked the plump chest of the beautiful Chaos Dancer.His voice was full of high-sounding taste, but there was an uncertain light in his eyes.Because this Chaos Knight doesn't want to carry out the orders of the Chief of Thousands, Mosul has his own agenda.

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