I, the yellow-haired noble, hypnotize the beautiful wife from another world

Although it was somewhat inappropriate to say this, he had already made a decision - this battle against the Grey Tusk Tribe coalition would ultimately end with the victory of the Crusaders.

He will defeat all enemies of order at all costs.

Those moon elves are the price.

Chapter 5: Elf Princess, Orc Warrior, and Unexpected Enemy

The time was February 1001, 2. A little over a week had passed since the four Iberval banners had been advancing towards the area where the Grey Tusk Orc tribe was gathering.

The army went from being excited, arrogant and impatient at the beginning to becoming demoralized, numb and confused.

It had been more than a week since the expedition, and due to the lack of winter clothing and supplies, the four fully equipped flag teams had lost more than 20% of their troops. Every day, people fell on the snow, and every night, people froze to death in their tents.

Under such low morale, desertion has become a common phenomenon. Even the pure-blooded, most arrogant Moon Elf Knights are no longer as arrogant as they were at the beginning.

Even worse was the attack from the Frostmaw Orcs.

These orc warriors, with grayish-white skin, the same color as the dirty snow, have an unparalleled tolerance to cold and ice. They can hide in the snow and ambush any passing enemy.

After a round of throwing axes and javelins, if the enemy numbers are not enough or their morale collapses, the violent orc warriors will swing their axes and rush towards their enemies with fearless madness - or if they are sure that the enemy numbers are too large or their morale is still high, the gray-skinned Frostthroat orcs will turn around and flee without hesitation.

Relying on this tactic, which the Moon Elves called despicable, they fought piecemeal, and had already killed hundreds of half-elf soldiers, while the number of orcs killed by the Moon Elves was not large.

In such a cold climate, the longbows that the moon elves were so proud of were completely unusable - the composite material of keratin and gelatin was completely frozen, completely losing its elasticity, and the entire bow became extremely brittle. It would break into pieces with the slightest force.

Long-range attacks were useless, and the charge of the light cavalry would soon be lost in the vast snow. In the end, nothing was gained, and the morale only became lower.

At this moment, Her Royal Highness Princess Liana Streldran Neyalega Moonsinger already felt a little regretful.

She couldn't help but wonder if the situation would not have been so bad if she had listened to Aslan and acted together with his troops.

However, the elf's arrogance supported her, making her refuse to regret, and even more so refuse to lead the army back in disgrace and face failure.

"As long as we can attack those dirty orcs' huts and destroy them, then those orcs will have no choice but to jump out and fight with us! By then, we can kill them all and return victoriously!"

Although at this moment, even if they returned victoriously and killed all the orcs, it seemed to have no meaning. But Her Highness... her name is too long so I am too lazy to pronounce it Her Highness, so she could only use this method to comfort her subordinates and stabilize the morale of the army to prevent her army from completely collapsing.

……

In contrast are the gray-skinned orcs.

Those orc warriors who used ash powder to dye their protruding fangs gray.

More than twenty tribes were mobilized by Krieg, the leader of the gray-skinned orcs.

The number of troops under its command therefore reached a huge number of five thousand.

If Krieg had led this army to fight the Moon Elf Knights with real swords and guns at the beginning, the grass on his grave would probably be sprouting by now.

But Krieg wisely chose to be patient, lure the enemy deep into his territory, clear the countryside, and use harassment tactics.

All these tactics achieved quite good results.

At this moment, the four flags of the Elven army had less than 3,000 exhausted soldiers left, while the number of troops under Krieg's command had swelled to more than 8,000.

"it's time."

"It's time to deal with those pointy-eared bastards once and for all."

After checking again and again, this extremely strong but cunning fellow made a decision: Now is the time to launch a general attack.

If it was two days earlier, the elves would have retained more combat power and their own losses would have been too great.

If it was a few days later, the elves would collapse and flee. By that time, he would not be able to raise his prestige and make a name for himself by having a large-scale battle.

Now is neither too early nor too late, just right.

The elves still have enough fighting power and can serve as the best sacrifice to demonstrate their own strength and greatness.

As for the possibility of sacrificing more people, Krieg doesn't care.

The one-eyed god believed by the orcs only likes the strong and rejects the weak. The orcs are a cruel, social Darwinist race.

Sacrificing some soldiers for his own reputation seemed like a good deal to Krieg.

As long as he makes his name known, as many orc warriors as he wants will come to join him.

To many orcs, the Northern Crusade is a danger, but to a cunning and ambitious orc warlord like Krieg, the arrival of the Crusade is an opportunity.

Give him the opportunity to unite and gather more orcs and become king.

Since the death of the Supreme Chief of the Beast Tide, no orc chief has been able to unite such a powerful orc army.

All the ambitious orc chieftains hope to become the next supreme chieftain - even though this is the Northern Territory, not the Orc Wasteland, and Krieg is not a clan of green-skinned orcs, but a cousin of the gray-skinned orcs, the Frozenthroat Clan.

But for the uneducated orcs, none of this matters.

As long as he is strong, as long as he can fight, as long as he has enough prestige, Krieg can become the second Supreme Chief.

"Everything will start from this battle."

As he thought this in his heart, his heart was filled with excitement. He drank the strong liquor looted from a dwarf village, sharpened his axe, and waited for the next brutal war.

Until the next second.

A feeling of fear that made his blood freeze came over him, causing Krieg's hair to stand on end.

"Who?!"

He grabbed the axe as quickly as possible and stood up, but was a little surprised that the enemy who suddenly appeared in front of him looked so weak and vulnerable.

However, this delicate woman was looking at Krieger with an arrogant, condescending gaze, as if she was evaluating a strange work of art:

"To be honest, I kind of admire you. You're a character, after all. It's a shame."

After the tasting, the petite girl made this comment.

Krieger: “????”

The gray-skinned orc warlord froze for half a second, then swung his battle axe without hesitation or mercy, slashing at the opponent fiercely - but missed -

There were roars, the sound of candles and broken pottery, which made Krieg's soldiers standing guard outside the tent stunned for a moment, and then rushed in hastily. However, in the tent, there was only Krieg alone.

The orc soldiers looked around and found nothing wrong, but they did not dare to neglect it and asked hurriedly:

"Master, what's going on? Is there an enemy?!"

"It's nothing, I just thought of some unpleasant things. Go out and have a good rest. We still have to fight tomorrow." Krieg said.

"Ah, yes!" Although they felt something was wrong, the soldiers did not think too much and left the tent. They began to imagine the glorious future that Chief Krieg had instigated and instilled in them. However, they did not expect that at this moment, the warlord, chieftain, and ambitious commander of the gray-skinned orc coalition in their tent had been replaced by someone else.

Chapter 6 Everyone takes turns to crawl under the table

At the same time, in the temporary port area established by the Crusader pioneers, Aslan frowned and looked at the busy porters at the dock who lit torches even at night:

“This is not a good place to build a large port.”

He said to the captain of the flag, the battle puppet maid, and the knight commanders from the Norse family who came to greet him:

“The best target is still the mouth of the Dongshui River.

There is a natural harbor that is wide and deep enough, and it is the most suitable area for expansion and becoming the economic hub of the entire Northern Territory."

"Yes, indeed, but..."

On Aslan's side, a captain of the Crusaders flag, a minor noble from the imperial royal territory, spoke, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.

"But the commercial city-states there don't welcome the Crusaders, is that right?" Aslan said the second half of the sentence she hadn't said.

"That's right."

Aslan: "..."

The young man was silent for a few seconds, then strode forward, secretly making up his mind that he must swallow up this Gouba city-state and then build his own port city.

Seeing that their coach didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood, the other people present hurriedly followed him, not daring to breathe.

After obtaining the two red-quality destiny entries of [Human Saint] and [Founding Emperor], Aslan's prestige and aura became stronger and stronger. Even those who complained about him on a daily basis would become obedient like mice seeing a cat after they actually met him.

Fortunately, although Aslan was not in a very good mood at the moment, he did not have the bad habit of taking his anger out on others. Although he had a sullen face and looked very angry, as long as the head maid squatted down and took a few deep breaths, he would basically calm down.

Thinking about it, in such an environment, while he was playing various games with Roberia, Aslan's mood became subtly happy.

Facing the generals, nobles and knights around him, Aslan could not help but shiver when he felt that Roberia was working very hard in his lower body, not only using her oral skills but also her breasts to serve him. The feeling of unhappiness in his heart decreased a lot.

"In short, we are ready to go to war." Aslan finally said calmly: "Continue to send out search and rescue teams and evacuation teams to take in as many defeated elves as possible and reorganize them."

"And be prepared to fight those Grey Tusk Horde orcs."

"This will be the first tough battle after the Northern Territory Crusaders land."

Aslan said this and looked around: "I hope this battle will be fought beautifully, so that the whole world can see the strength of our Crusaders. No matter if you are from Lensenor or Wend, I hope you can go all out. Everyone, can you do it?!"

As Aslan's sharp gaze swept over them, all the generals present, whether they were the knight lords in the west or the Wends in the east, could not help but tense their bodies, and then shouted at Aslan with all their might: "Yes!"

"Very good." Aslan nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go down and prepare."

"Yes, Commander!"

Then, those relatively non-direct descendants, including other duchies of the Golden Eagle Empire and noble knights from the Queen's territories, all left, leaving only Aslan and his direct generals in the temporary meeting tent.

They are the Duke's heir from the Norse family, the commander-in-chief of the five Norse flags, the powerful knight Luvia,

Riven is a powerful black magician from the south of Korlia, a black magic girl favored by destiny.

Nana, a female teacher at the Traveler's College of the Imperial Capital Royal Academy, the Chief Magic Advisor and Alchemist of the Crusaders.

Lady Elizabeth, the most important ally of the Crusaders, the spiritual leader of the Silver Dragon clan, and the Dragon Priestess.

Athrun's classmate, a fanatical fangirl, head maid and confidential secretary Viviana.

And the head maid, personal bodyguard and commander-in-chief of the puppet maid army, who commands an army of three thousand puppet maids and controls ten thousand puppet officers and human soldiers, the first general of the Northern Crusaders, and the super perfect and invincible puppet maid Roberia who is currently kneeling below and blocked by the table.

I don’t know if it was an accident or carelessness, but all of Aslan’s direct generals were unexpectedly women.

And whether it was accidental or not, it seemed that all of these direct generals had an affair with Aslan.

It is still unknown whether it was an accident or carelessness, but the ladies who were also Aslan’s direct descendants but were not very suitable to appear here really did not appear here.

Yelena is still working hard on magic experiments and providing magic services to Aslan. Mrs. Elly and her twin maids follow Yelena as assistants and apprentices.

Duchess Arimoe stayed in the south to provide logistical support for the Crusaders. The female swordsman Margaret accompanied her, serving as a military advisor and chief instructor of the Crusaders, providing military training for the Crusaders who arrived one after another.

Archbishop Maria preached in the Golden Eagle Empire, Lensenau, Iberval, Wende and Lotharingia to build momentum for the Crusades.

The above mentioned ones either have had an affair with Aslan but it is not suitable, or maybe they are about to have an affair with Aslan but it has not reached that level yet. Anyway, they are not here.

In this case, the head maid Roberia didn't have to hide her anger. She wiped the corners of her mouth and crawled out from under Aslan's desk. She rejoined the meeting as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, seeing Senior Roberia make room, Viviana smiled and wanted to crawl under the table - although at present, she and Aslan have not developed that kind of relationship. But as a die-hard fan, she thinks that handling Xingyu for Master Aslan is a benefit.

It's just a pity that although her mentality is commendable, her fighting ability is very average. Although she is an excellent student in the Royal Academy and her fighting ability has reached the elite level, her mediocre skills depend on who she is compared with. Teacher Nana took a step forward and pushed her away in two moves, and then happily crawled under the table.

Mrs. Elizabeth Silver Dragon was so stunned by this scene.

"Hey, hey, this, isn't this a little bit wrong?!" She couldn't help but ask. But unfortunately, everyone around did not support Mrs. Elizabeth's evaluation.

"It's normal." Luvia said calmly.

"Yes, yes." Everyone chimed in. Mrs. Elizabeth was stunned: "Is this really the case? Is this normal?"

"Yes Yes."

"It's normal, very normal."

"Ah, well... in that case..." So Mrs. Elizabeth was fooled. Aslan nodded in satisfaction, believing that he was one step closer to Silver Pop.

"Then we can talk about business now." Aslan said calmly: "In this war, we need to cooperate well with [Order Society], [Noles] and [Silver Dragon] to see how much they can gain."

Chapter 7: Her Royal Highness Missed All the Right Options

At 2 p.m. on February 21, Princess Taichang received an exciting piece of news - her vanguard troops finally engaged the orcs' coalition forces!

This time, the orcs did not run away, but fought head-on!

"Great! All the suffering is finally coming to an end - attack, forward, forward, and kill all the orcs!!!"

At this moment, the Princess Taichang shouted excitedly, looking no different from the guy she had always despised and claimed to be "too vulgar".

At the same time, the orc army had divided into three groups and attacked the exhausted elven princess' army in a semi-encirclement.

……

At the same time, the relaxed mood of the Crusaders sent by Aslan to support the troops gradually turned heavy.

Along the way, they received many dazed deserters, as well as ice sculptures that were several times more in number than these deserters and almost blended into the ice and snow.

Hundreds of half-elf warriors did not die in proper battles, but died in the extremely severe weather in the North, and indirectly died at the hands of the ambitious, frivolous and reckless elven princess.