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

Even though they are the shame of dragons, even though their individual combat power is very low, but if there are more ants, they can still defeat mammoths. The number of white dragons has increased. It should also come in handy... right?

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"The dark elves sent messengers here before, saying that they would turn against us and be stabbed in the battle. But we can't have too much confidence in them," Aslan thought.

"If our army shows strength, then they will definitely obey the previous secret agreement and betray us. But if we don't show such strong power, then those guys will definitely abandon us without hesitation and attack our army together with the enemies of Giant's Foot."

……

This is the situation in the military aspect. Aslan feels that he has a certain advantage.

If the erratic dark elves were taken into account and joined their side, the Crusaders' advantage would become even greater.

As for the legendary strongmen, Aslan felt that he had a greater advantage.

He, Madam Elizabeth, and the head maid Roberia are three legendary powerful men.

The little silver dragon Kanna is considered half.

As for the other side of the Crusaders, the Iberval elves sent a legendary elf magician to help because of the previous incident with Princess Beatrice. In addition, with the help of teacher Margaret, Aslan was able to spend a lot of money to hire two legendary knights. That makes six semi-legends.

Unfortunately, the Crusaders' cause is not big enough now. So there is no way to attract more legendary masters to join their organization. However, six semi-legendary masters, including powerful legendary masters like Aslan and Lady Elizabeth, are not bad.

The fighting power of the maid leader of Roberia is beyond the reach of ordinary legends. The two legendary Paladin seniors are also above the standard, professionally trained, and well-known strong men at home and abroad.

The opposing Giant's Foot Alliance had seven legends, two of which were dedicated to the city-state, and one of which was a legend owned by the city-state itself.

Among these three legends, only the magic swordsman, Frost Sword Ivan Chris, who is known as the strongest in Giant's Foot, has some reputation. The other two legends still have some reputation in the Northern Territory, but they are basically not well-known outside the Northern Territory.

There were four more, one of whom was from the mercenary side, Dragon Slayer Basata, whose profession was a dragon slayer. The other two were from the dark elves. The Black Rose Sisterhood said that both of them were legendary assassins, and Aslan was half-believing and half-doubting this.

The last legend was Cronmir from the Frost Giants, a legendary beast tamer. It was this guy who led the twenty or so wounded white dragons into the battle.

"If there is no spellcaster, this will be easier to deal with." Aslan thought to himself.

Although the opponent had one more legendary warrior than their side, their actual combat power was still stronger.

In this case, you don't have to worry too much.

Thinking of this, Aslan gave orders to the army, swung his ice crystal lance forward, and the 22,000 Crusaders advanced in an orderly and leisurely manner.

Aslan's main force was in the middle, with 4,000 Crusader Knights from the Phoenix Family of the Golden Eagle Empire guarding the left wing, while the right wing was given to the Moon Elves of Iberval. Most of this force was Elf Knights and Light Cavalry, fighting on land. The other half rode on small and powerful inland warships, heading north along the Frozen River.

At the same time, the air knights who were trained and adjusted by Athrun himself also rose into the air. In addition to Athrun riding Kanna in dragon form, Lady Elizabeth in dragon form was also there.

But compared with the twenty or so white dragons and the same number of frost dragons in the sky opposite, it seems not enough.

The enemy's air force is much more powerful than ours. If we don't find a way to deal with them, then this battle will be disastrous.

……

Facing the main force of the Crusaders in front was the main force of the city-state, a total of 15,000 citizen soldiers and mercenaries.

The main force of the mercenaries are the brave and violent barbarian berserkers, as well as a group of orc warriors who look as strong as the barbarian berserkers.

Deployed along the Frozen Water River were eight thousand dark elf troops and the Giant's Foot Inner Water Navy.

Aslan guessed that the Giant's Foot Council was also worried about these guys, so they wanted to use the method they used against their arch-enemy, the Moon Elves, to give the Dark Elves a rage buff.

Of course, the troops of the Frost Giants are fighting against the Phoenicus family.

Aslan paid some attention to the frost giants and found that they were indeed different from ordinary monsters and guerrillas. Although the formation was not completely strict, it was by no means ordinary.

One hundred frost giants, each with five ogre warriors and twenty gray-skinned orcs, formed a small warband. This warband was the most basic combat unit of the frost giants' kingdom army.

Ten small war gangs cooperated with each other to form a larger phalanx.

A total of ten phalanxes were all the military forces the frost giants had deployed.

In these square formations, Aslan could not see the flags of the Slaughtering Dragon, Mountain Lords, and Old Kings that the Frost Giants liked to use. This also symbolized that these Frost Giants did not represent their three kingdoms, but joined this war as mercenaries.

This represents the frost giants' contradictory attitude towards the Crusaders.

He didn't want the Crusaders to continue expanding, but he also didn't want to really break off relations with them.

"I wonder what they will think after this battle is over."

Aslan thought so in his heart.

At this moment, a frost dragon suddenly flew out from the opposite formation. Kanna, who was under Aslan, opened her mouth, wanting to freeze it into an ice sculpture with a breath of dragon's breath, but Aslan reached out and comforted her, telling her not to do that.

The red-haired man riding on the flying dragon, with a resolute face and carrying an extremely exaggerated three-meter-long door-panel sword, is the legendary dragon-slaying warrior, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Basata.

"So, you're here to surrender?"

Aslan first looked at the greatsword in his hand, sensing the strong resentment and hatred on the greatsword, and then said this.

"How is that possible? I'm here to challenge you!" The other party said loudly, "How about it? Do you dare to challenge me in a one-on-one duel? Let's have a decisive battle between men!"

Aslan: "..."

The boy looked at the other person as if he were an idiot: "What good will it do if I win?"

"What a joke! How could I lose?!" The dragon-slaying swordsman said this with his head held high in arrogance.

Although he had basically confirmed that the other party was an idiot, he still had to give the legendary master some face. Aslan finally asked tentatively: "What if you win?"

"If I win, of course the Crusaders will go back to where they came from! Of course you should be dead by then. So go to hell and repent for your sins, ahahahaha - um -"

The next second, Kanna, who had received Aslan's order, opened her mouth and blew out a breath of dragon's breath, interrupting the other party's wild laughter.

Should we say that he is worthy of being called a dragon-slaying swordsman? His resistance to dragon breath is surprisingly good, and he did not die immediately.

But the frost dragon under him didn't have such good luck. It screamed and froze into an ice sculpture and fell from mid-air, causing the idiot to fall and get dizzy.

Before this guy could fully understand, Aslan's sword slashed directly at him. Then he used the dragon rider's ability to greatly enhance Kanna's dragon breath under his crotch, and a breath of pure energy, not ice breath, was more powerful than before and spurted out fiercely.

The power of the Divine Silver Dragon Crusader Knight is so terrifying that even the Dragon Slayer Swordsman who specializes in anti-dragon attacks cannot fully withstand it.

"You are so immoral!"

The opponent roared and strengthened all his strength into elemental resistance, but he was still frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Aslan could sense that this guy still had a strong vitality under the ice, so he continued to command Kanna to descend, relying on the huge weight of his body and the inertia of falling, and smashed the ice sculpture into frozen meat with one dragon claw.

At this point, this guy with a mental problem, who seemed to have not figured out the importance of war and adventure, was completely killed by Aslan.

As expected of a legendary warrior, his vitality is so strong.

"This is war, not house, you idiot."

Looking at the pieces of flesh on the ground and the other party's soul screaming unwillingly, but finally disappearing, Aslan shook his head and said, "What a joke, I am the commander of the Crusaders. What is my identity? What is your identity?"

……

In a split second, Aslan killed the famous legendary warrior on his side. It was so fast that the others didn't even have time to rescue him.

After the Dragon Slayer Swordsman was defeated, many people have not yet recovered.

It was not until Aslan piloted Kanna back into the air that the soldiers of both armies came to their senses.

"That's so despicable!"

Of course, that's what the coalition forces on the opposite side shouted.

"The coach is invincible!"

This is what the Crusaders on this side shouted.

But no matter whether Aslan was despicable or invincible, the two armies did indeed start to maintain their formation and march forward under the orders of their commanders, and the battle began!

Aslan: Can you do it?!

As the two armies slowly moved forward like two huge monsters, Aslan turned his head and looked at the head maid Roberia who was on the ground on one side.

Roberia nodded, then rode his horse, accompanied by a team of maid guards, and charged towards the legendary frost giant tamer Cronmire.

At the same time, Clenmiller, who had sensed something, roared and swung his whip.

Under his pressure, the white dragons flew up into the sky trembling with fear. Half of them circled around him, while the other half gritted their teeth and rushed towards Aslan. Together with an equal number of orc frost dragon riders, they attacked Aslan's air force, seemingly intending to crush Aslan's air force in one fell swoop.

"They are all young or adult white dragons. Although there are many of them, their combat effectiveness is a bit too..."

Aslan shook his head helplessly, then turned to look at Lady Elizabeth. A flash of reluctance flashed across the eyes of the Silver Dragon Priest.

As two types of dragons that both like glacial areas, silver dragons and white dragons have fought more often than other dragons. And 99% of these battles end with the silver dragon winning.

The silver dragon priest, who was ranked among the most powerful legendary dragons, was fighting against a group of white dragons that had not even reached adulthood. Although the number of the enemy was more than ten times that of his own, the outcome was already determined.

"Fight, fight, fight, and die fighting for the Titan cause! You pathetic reptiles!!!"

The voice of the frost giant Cronmire was loud and clear, like thunder. Along with his roar and the sound of his whip, the fearful and uneasy white dragons' eyes gradually turned into enthusiasm.

Their bodies swelled up, and they looked like a team of frenzied berserkers as they charged towards the Silver Dragon Priest!

At the same time, the two armies were still approaching. However, the master-level spellcasters and the artillery had already entered the range. The huge ice balls and the hot shells bombarded each other, and some of them were blocked by the magic shields set up by the spellcasters of the same level of the opponent. Some of them hit the target, and opened several bloody and bloody alleys in the enemy's formation.

"!!!!!!"

After just one encounter and half a round of fighting, the difference between the Crusaders and the Allied Forces was immediately apparent.

The Crusaders suffered zero casualties, while hundreds of the main forces of the coalition forces died in this round of artillery and magic bombardment.

The professional military mages crushed the amateur mages of the Giant's Foot with both quantity and quality.

Although the casualties were small, an atmosphere of uneasiness gradually spread among the coalition forces. It seemed that our side was not as strong as those gentlemen of the Congress had claimed. Was the enemy not as weak as those gentlemen of the Congress said?

In such an atmosphere, the Crusaders still won a great victory in the second round.

"In the name of the Dragon God Bahamut, wake up, pitiful soul!"

The Silver Dragon Priest did not kill everyone as Aslan had expected, but instead cast a large-scale awakening spell and a magic-breaking spell.

The silver light spread out in all directions with her as the core. Wherever it went, the fanatical white dragons who had just been shouting and killing fanatically seemed to be hit by a magic of rationality. They all calmed down one by one and looked at Elizabeth with the same fear as if the white dragons saw the legendary silver dragon's eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"

After Lady Elizabeth's calm words, all the white dragons scattered like birds and beasts, screaming and wailing as they turned and ran away.

Seeing this scene, the morale of the city-state coalition army dropped sharply again. However, the legendary beast tamer Clenmill laughed almost crazily: "Hahaha, no problem, no problem, it doesn't matter if all these losers run away, there are as many white dragons as you want in the entire Giant Mountains, I can just go catch more! As long as I can get you, all the losses will be worth it!!!"

This hairless frost giant with a face full of scars raised his head and looked at the silver dragon in the sky with greedy eyes, as if he wanted to tame Lady Elizabeth into his own hunting dog.

This look made Lady Elizabeth extremely disgusted: "Disrespectful!"

Most of the time, Lady Elizabeth, who was good-tempered, roared and blasted a breath of dragon at the frost giant.

“Ahahahaha! It’s very strong, but it’s not enough!!!”

Amidst such wild laughter, the frost giant Cronmir did not dodge or evade, but instead opened his arms and was directly hit by the dragon's breath - and then, nothing happened!

There was no freezing, nor death, as if the dragon breath before was a complete illusion.

“Ahahahaha! There is no dragon in this world that can kill me! Dragons are creatures that are born to be slaves of us giants!!!”

Seeing Lady Elizabeth's stunned and unbelievable expression, the giant Clenmiller became even happier, and he laughed loudly and boasted -

"Oh, is that so?"

But then, a huge golden dragon suddenly appeared and flew over Cronmire's head at the fastest speed. The flames hot enough to melt metal violently bombarded the arrogant giant.

Clenmire: “!!!!!!!”

The arrogant frost giant trainer rolled on the ground at the fastest speed to avoid Aslan's flames. This also proved that all his nonsense was just nonsense.

As a beast tamer, this guy had super-strengthened his resistance to frost in the process of taming the white dragon, so he was not afraid of Lady Elizabeth's icy breath. But now that Aslan's flaming dragon breath had been replaced, this guy couldn't continue to show off.

Because of this, the morale that had just been boosted by the successful installation of Clenmill dropped again and continued to drop.

As Clenmill cursed, a figure faster than the most agile cheetah in heaven flashed past all the people around Clenmill, came to Clenmill's side, and raised his knife to chop at the trainer's head.

Clenmire: “!!!!”

In great panic, the head maid Roberia chopped off the head of the powerful legendary frost giant trainer, and then threw the bloody head, which weighed dozens of kilograms, into the air, right into the claws of Aslan, who had transformed into an ancient golden dragon:

"Clenmire was killed by our army!!!"

As Aslan's dragon roar spread across the battlefield, the morale of the Crusaders soared, while the morale of the opposing coalition forces plummeted.

The consecutive loss of two great generals caused the city-state coalition to show signs of collapse before the battle even began!

Chapter 41: A Great Victory, Aslan, the Ruler of the Entire North

"Don't panic, don't panic, we can still win! Damn it, it looks like we can only rely on those dark elves from now on!"

Seeing the chaos in his own army, and then, the morale and strength of the troops were constantly depleted under the bombardment of the Crusaders' artillery. Seeing the high-spirited Crusaders' phalanx advancing and about to enter the range of the muskets, the commander of the opposing coalition army secretly said that it was not good. If this continued, his side would be in great trouble.

The frost giant army, which was originally relied on as the main force, also fell into chaos after the death of its commander, Cronmire.