Cat Princess and Human Knight

Blackhand glanced at Grom, secretly seething with resentment.

Listen to that arrogant tone. This chieftain from the Howling Cat Clan has never truly respected himself as the Great Chieftain.

Blackhand knew that he had been put to the position of Warchief by Ner'zhul, and that he was not really worthy of respect from the clan cats who valued martial prowess and honor.

They were willing to accept their command, all for the sake of the nomadic cat colony's future.

After drinking the green water given by the Dark God, they had no way back and could only move forward.

But there are always some troublemakers who occasionally anger the mastermind.

For example, this powerful Grom in front of us doesn't even like Ner'zhul, let alone the Black Hand who is privately jokingly referred to as Ner'zhul's puppet by the chieftains.

Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Black Pointed Forward and said.

"The Marquis of Ironoak will surely charge into battle, and the Duke of Snowclaw will surely come out as well. This is the wisdom of the Great Shaman Ner'zhul; he has never been wrong."

Grom was clearly not satisfied with the answer; he smirked, as if he were laughing, but also as if he were mocking.

"I hope so."

Blackhand's face twitched. He didn't want to look at Grom anymore. He turned around and saw a huge altar behind the high ground occupied by the chieftains.

On the altar, the great shaman Ner'zhul was sketching some kind of diagram.

Shamans from the Shadowmoon Clan surrounded the altar, leading prisoners of war from the Shattered Hills up to it and slitting their throats with daggers.

As if drawn by something, the blood gushed from his throat, transforming into blood snakes that stretched inch by inch across the ground, forming a massive array.

The Shadowmoon Shamans, who once worshipped the Earth Mother Goddess, now had red eyes and green skin, coldly repeating the work of executioners.

As cats were offered as sacrifices to the altar, the array became clearer and clearer, its color growing more and more vibrant red, and gradually black mist rose from it.

Ner'zhul inhaled a breath of black mist, his eyes flashing with a dark light, and let out a satisfied pant.

More, I want more blood, violence, slaughter, and hatred.

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Why did the Marquis of Iron Oak dare to come?

Because he believed that the nobles of the rocky hills were not fighting alone in this war.

The Dark God seduced the nomadic cats, and his actions crossed the line that the Earth Mother could tolerate, which led to Durotan, the chieftain of the Frostfang Clan, coming to Eaglebeak Pass to deliver the message.

Marquis Ironoak believed that with the great wisdom of Mother Earth, she would never place all hope of severing the dark god's hand on Durotan or the nobles of Shattered Hills.

The two gods of light and darkness have been gone for thousands of years. The divine light of the Earth Mother Goddess shines on the continent, and believers are found all over the world.

In the more than two hundred manors in the Shattered Hills alone, the Shattered Hills parish under the church controls dozens of manors, wielding immense influence.

If the Earth Mother Goddess so desires, she can utterly defeat the Dark God, who has yet to return, in a secular war, leaving him utterly humiliated and disgraced.

The Marquis of Iron Oak also wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to overpower the Duke of Snowclaw and become the new leader representing the nobles of the Shattered Hills.

Mounted on horseback, the Marquis of Iron Oak glanced at Princess Sophia, the dwarf cat accompanying him, pointed to the valley entrance ahead, and shouted.

"Warriors! The glorious moment has arrived, our battlefield is before us, advance!"

"go ahead!"

Hundreds of cat riders on lynx mounts shouted as they rushed out of the valley and into their battlefield.

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The hills are continuous and rugged, and even the relatively flat plains in the south are divided into countless small plains, with ups and downs and bumpy roads.

The fractured terrain prevented the nomadic cats from fully controlling the reconnaissance situation across the entire area.

The Snow Owl Knights of the Owl Roar Clan were focused on the reinforcements at Eagle Beak Pass, ignoring everything else.

The nomadic cat pack's neglect of other directions also leaves them completely unaware of threats from those directions.

In the hills southeast of Grayrock Castle, Bell wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke to Regal, the commander of the Emperor's Claw Knights, beside him.

"If the Silver Cross Knights hadn't opened up the border and lent us these dozens of broad-backed badgers, we don't know how much longer we would have had to wait to get to the battlefield."

Regal smiled wryly.

"The Emperor's Claw is a heavily armored knight order. These rascals were only thinking about a glorious finale, so they secretly brought too much equipment, which slowed down their journey."

This was my mistake; I didn't keep a close eye on them, and they ran amok.

Bell shook his head and pointed ahead.

"It's nothing, the battlefield isn't far away anyway."

I just didn't expect that the Grand Master of the Silver Cross Knights would be so approachable. He truly is a respectable paladin, just as the rumors say.

Regal looked at the innocent Bell, who felt a little guilty under his gaze and asked.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Regal smiled.

"Are all the orange cats in your Golden Flame Knights like you... hmm... simple and honest?"

Why does it feel like you're insulting a cat?

"Sorry, I didn't mean that. Actually, simplicity is good, and I'm really envious."

"Hey, that sounds more like an insult to a cat."

Regal shook his head and sighed.

"The Silver Cross Knights' support for us was not just the opinion of that commander; it must have been authorized by the Golden Harvest Royal Family."

Have you noticed that they not only generously lent us dozens of broadback badgers, but they themselves are also mobilizing rapidly?

Bell was taken aback.

You mean...

Regal nodded solemnly.

"Having endured decades of raids by the nomadic cats, the wise king sitting on the throne of the Wheat Waves Royal Court has finally decided to take action."

With his intelligence, he either doesn't do anything, or if he does, he solves the problem thoroughly.

Leaving aside the small circles of the rubble hills and the nomadic cats, the political implications inevitably involve the high-ranking members of the Seven-Tailed Council, especially the queen on the frozen throne in the north.

Even if this war is over, the ending will not be so simple.

It can only be said that this war, in which the Earth Mother and the Dark God intervened, has shattered the long-standing secular balance, and the continent may truly be heading into chaos.

The weakened royal family, the seven powerful royal families that dominate their respective regions, and the 108 noble families with fiefdoms scattered throughout the land constitute the upper echelons of the cat race's political system.

With the demise of the Mankikang royal family, the Frost Whisper royal family and the Golden Harvest royal family began to clash, causing a major upheaval in the previously fragile yet balanced political landscape.

Perhaps this will be the first domino to fall, plunging the continent into constant chaos.

Bell stared blankly at Regal's compassionate expression, and finally scratched his head.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Regal shook his head and laughed.

"These are just my wild thoughts, you don't need to worry about them."

Looking at the innocent-looking Bell, Regal's mind conjured up the image of another paladin.

Milor, the Holy Claw Knight and Grand Master of the Silver Cross Knights, was a classic brown and black tabby cat.

He wore mithril armor on his chest, wheat totems carved on his shoulder armor, and a Bible slung across his waist. The image of the Gospel with golden claws inspired awe in all the cats who saw him.

His act of assistance sent a chill down Regal's spine.

How many divine pronouncements did the Earth Mother Goddess issue this time, and how many believers did she mobilize? Was she trying to achieve her goal in one fell swoop and suppress the Dark God's restless ambitions with overwhelming force?