Cat Princess and Human Knight

Sofia watched the interaction between the two bickering lovers, speechless.

A Maine Coon cat rider stopped beside her, jumped off the back of the war lynx, and made a gesture to help her up.

Following the giant cat paw in front of her, Sophia saw Regal's gentle cat face. His golden mane was still radiant, but the two cats' hearts had drifted further and further apart, and the intimacy they once shared was gone.

Sofia sighed.

"Rehgar. Fiery Heart...you've really come..."

Regal nodded.

"Of course, my princess."

Even if it's to the ends of the earth, I will come without hesitation whenever you call.

Sofia closed her eyes in pain.

"But when I needed you most, you weren't there for me."

Why weren't you there during that bloody night in the imperial city? Why weren't you there when they killed my parents?

Refusing Regal's help, Sofia stood up on her own.

Regal bowed deeply to her, returned to his war lynx's back, lowered his face armor to conceal his pained expression.

He knew that Sofia would never forgive him.

"I do not ask for your forgiveness, my princess, but I will protect you, just as I swore, and guard you forever."

Regal raised his hand to signal the messenger knight beside him, who took off the horn from his back and began to blow it.

The Emperor's Claw knights, having enjoyed a satisfying slaughter, quickly moved towards this place. They were well-trained and stood in front of Sophia, forming a new charging formation with Regal at the head.

As each Maine Coon cat passed by Sofia, they all bowed by tapping their left chest with their right fist.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

The Lynx Riders of the Shattered Hills, their mounts mostly dead or scattered.

Duke Snowclaw, Marquis of Velvet Carpet, and Marquis of Iron Oak loudly called for their respective cat knights to gather around and form a foot knight formation behind the Royal Claw's heavily armored knights.

They were eyeing the nomadic cats' lines with predatory intent, ready to engage in battle again at any moment.

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The nomadic cats' fish-scale formation had been scattered by the Royal Claw's heavily armored knights, and the clan cats' morale was low.

Faced with the reorganized three armies, the nomadic cats' ranks began to stir, and the fearful clan cats retreated, attempting to break their own lines.

Chief Blackhand, leading his detachment, relentlessly slaughtered the fleeing clan cats, but could not maintain their increasingly crumbling morale.

Orgrimmar stepped forward, raised his giant hammer, and called out the name of Blackeye, gathering the scattered Blackeye warriors together.

Grom led the warriors of the Howling Clan toward Orgrimmar, roaring.

"Well done! Orgrimmar, you are the pride of the Blackeye Clan, completely different from that cowardly Blackhand who only hides in the back and oversees the battle!"

Orgrimmar roared.

"Do not dishonor our Great Chieftain, Grom. We need unity now more than ever!"

Grom nodded, pointing his axe at the Royal Claw heavy cavalry that were already poised to attack.

"You're right, so will you stand beside me at the very front?"

Orgrimmar raised his giant hammer.

"For the nomadic cats! I will fight alongside you until the enemy cats trample over my dead body!"

"For the nomadic cats!"

Orgrimmar and Grom stood at the forefront, flanked by the most ferocious and fearless warriors of the Blackeye and Howling Clans, all strong Siberian cats over fifty centimeters tall.

The nomadic cats' formation has faltered. If they are overwhelmed again, they could collapse entirely. They cannot retreat; they must hold off the Royal Claws' heavily armored knights here.

But material things are unmoved by spirit. With their physical strength and equipment, they simply could not stop the Royal Claw Knights, who were armed to the teeth. They were courting death.

Planting the battle flag of the Cat Howl Clan beside him, Grom raised his battle axe and fearlessly challenged the Royal Claw Knights ahead.

"Victory or death!"

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Regal coldly watched the group of clan cats charging out from the front. They were brave, but that was all they were brave about.

The Royal Claw Knights' lances had been almost entirely destroyed in the previous charge, and Regal drew his sword and shouted.

"Swords drawn, shields pointed forward, for the last Mankik!"

The knights of the Royal Claw drew their swords, struck their shields, and shouted.

"For the last Mankiken!"

Regal raised his shield, held it against his sword, roared the motto of the Royal Claw Knights, and charged out first.

"Blood stains my armor, I swear to defend glory, honor is my life!"

The heavily armored knights charged forward like a tidal wave towards the enemy cat.

"Glory is my life!"

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Just as the nomadic cats were in dire straits, the human sacrifice was coming to an end on the altar behind the high slope to the east, the stench of blood so strong that it made the cats nauseous.

The great shaman Ner'zhul, who had been inhaling the black mist, suddenly opened his eyes. He slammed his staff into the altar, and the black mist from the entire altar shot straight into the sky.

Embrace the darkness!

The sky darkened instantly, thick clouds gathered, shadows enveloped the entire battlefield, and a foul-smelling black rain began to fall.

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The Royal Claws' heavily armored knights led the way, followed by the foot knights of the Shattered Hills. They were about to charge into the Nomad Cats' lines when darkness fell and a shower of black rain pelted them.

A sudden surge of fear, doubt, and cowardice gripped the knights, throwing their formation into disarray. Except for a few resolute high-ranking knights, the rest of the cats panicked.

Sophia and Luna, who were at the back of the line, also felt a pang of fear. Then Bell raised the holy hammer in his hand and emitted holy light to calm them down.

Bell cursed loudly.

"This is the evil power of the God of Darkness!"

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Grom, who was also drenched in the black rain, felt an immense surge of power coursing through his body.

Beneath his greenish skin, veins bulged and muscles grew enormous. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at the chaotic knight formation ahead, his heart filled with no fear, only a bloodthirsty desire to kill.

The nomadic cats, who had just shown signs of morale collapse, now had green skin and red eyes, and they roared like wild beasts.

A clan cat broke out of formation, bypassing Grom at the front, and charged directly at a Royal Claw Knight, pouncing fiercely on him.

Then one after another, countless clan cats leaped over Grom, charging towards the opposing knights like mad beasts.

One by one, the knights, filled with fear, pulled down the war lynxes. Only a few knights with strength exceeding the Silver Necklace managed to hold their nerve and launch a weak counterattack.

Regal's eyes flashed with golden light as he tried to urge his mount forward, but the ferocious war lynx trembled and dared not move.

He simply jumped off his mount, and Regal, who possessed the strength of the Golden Bell, stood in front of the group of cats, sweeping away the horde of cats. The Maine Coon cat, who was 1.2 meters tall, was like a god descending to earth at this moment, and he roared.

"For the last Mankiken!"

Two cat shadows flashed by, and Rehgar raised his shield to block the giant hammer and battle axe. Orgrimmar and Grom attacked him together, and the three cats fought each other.

Around Rehgar, the clan cats charged at the chaotic knights like mad dogs, and the situation on the battlefield reversed once again. It seemed that the nomadic cats were about to turn the tide.