The First Empress of the Nord Dynasty of the Virgia Empire, Chief Protector, First Patrol Envoy, Grand Knight of the Nord Royal Knights, Artoria? Pan Gangda? Nord? Arnoor, perched on a hill south of the Mubohair River, stared at the orc formation across the river with dark green eyes. She wielded a golden sword in both hands, her equally golden hair coiled into a relatively conservative classical bun at the back of her head, and she wore a silver-colored Nord plate made of Mithril and steel smelted, the gold lines outlined the three-headed dragon's Nord royal coat of arms on the breastplate and shoulder plates, and the dragon's eyes were also embellished with rubies. On the mirror surface of the armor, there is still a halo of magic flowing like nothing, forming a very charming atmosphere. From a distance, it looks like a statue made of steel.

Yes, a domineering, yet unshakable steel statue!

Although this famous knight princess is not the kind of female man who is tall, has a strong waist and abdomen, and can run a horse on her arms; On the contrary, she was born into the first noble family of the Nord nation in the north, but her figure was subtly very petite, much shorter than the daughter of an ordinary civilian family, and at first glance she seemed to be a petite and delicate southern girl. However, now she will give people such a feeling.

Such a very small maiden, when she stood before the hosts in her delicate and majestic armor, with a sea-blue fur collar cloak, and with the oath and the sword of victory in both hands, was majestic and unmistakable. It seems that the Valkyrie was born to lead the sergeants to victory.

A Nord knight emerged from the eastern horizon and galloped along the road south of the river, passing through the array of armies on the banks of the river. Under his crotch was a tall and divine horse, Perrin's war horse, with a huge body and a long mane like a lion, but now, it was still quite cold early spring, but its sweat had already glued its beautiful mane into bunches, and its nose exhaled a heavy and tired breath.

The knight, dressed in Nord steel armor, soon ran down the hill and over his horse. More than 100 brightly clad knights and generals gathered around the hillside, and the stars surrounded the knight princess at the highest point of the hillside. The huge three-headed dragon banner and the Atlas Sacred Banner stood beside her, fluttering in the bitter north wind, and the sound of hunting.

The dusty knight went straight through the queue of dozens of generals and high-ranking samurai, and finally stopped behind the knight princess, and slammed his fist the breastplate.

"Your Highness Artoria! King Tarali, who is in charge of the beachhead on the east side, reported that the orc army on the other side is indeed gathering, and there is indeed an intention to cross the river to counterattack! ”

Artoria didn't look back, and didn't seem to hear the other at all. This move seemed a bit arrogant, and it was not in line with the knight princess's previous upright and kind style. However, the knight didn't think much about it, he was one of the knight princess's attendant military attachés, and he knew the style of the lord very well - since he didn't look back, he must not have heard it, and he must have been in a daze.

The knight was about to repeat it again, but a gray-haired Nord veteran standing behind Artoria raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a deep voice, "So, the enemy on the other side has been reinforced?" ”

"Lord Einfest......" The squire knight hurriedly nodded to the old man. He knew that compared to the knight princess, who was too noble and focused on honor, the wisdom and experience of this battle-hardened Nord veteran were also the most valuable elements of this coalition army.

We can even think so. Her Royal Highness the Knight Princess Artoria is the idol of ordinary soldiers and generals, and as long as she stands there, she does not have to worry about the morale of the soldiers. But in the same way, you can also understand her as a mascot who doesn't do anything, and the real dominance of the Nord army is actually held by this old man, and another player...... Well, in the hands of another Highness.

"Lord Antarno's scouts have returned and have not found any signs of a massive build-up. The Elven Silver Pegasus Knight doesn't dare to go too deep into the enemy territory at the moment, but this can be determined. The herald, who was also Artoria's squire knight, Faros, pondered for a moment and added, "In addition, the Scouts, as well as the detection magic of the Federation Prophecy Mages, have received the same news...... Your Highness, the supplies of the orcs on the other side are sent about once every half a month. Their supply team should have arrived last week, and the elven Pegasus knights were even ready to set up another ambush. However, it never came. ”

"In other words, the other side is going to run out of food? Oh, that's interesting! As I recall, the supply of the army on the other side was actually provided from the orc pastures of the Belka Hills. That should be the responsibility of Thr, the Child of the Wind, right? This old adversary, would make such a mistake? ”

The person who spoke was none other than the "other Highness" who had the actual command of the army. He was a young man who was not yet thirty years old, and he was at least five or six points like the awe-inspiring knight princess, and he was a rather handsome and beautiful man. He was tall and tall, and he was also dressed in a silver armor with precious stones and gold accents. It's just that the lines on the armor are much more exaggerated than Artoria's, although it is not vulgar, and it is even full of art-level gorgeousness and elegance, but it feels like it should be placed in an art museum, and it naturally looks a little exaggerated and out of place on the battlefield.

Similarly, unlike the awe-inspiring Artoria, this young man who should be her elder brother, although he is as handsome as a god, but the corners of his mouth have always been upturned with a cynical smile, and his temperament is closer to a street artist with a low style but a very down-to-earth attitude, and he feels that the whole person's existence is incompatible with the battlefield.

"Of course, there's no guarantee that they're going to run out of food. You know, there's a lot of goblin and kobold servant camps on the other side. He continued: "If it were me, I would probably be patient, right? We all know that across a river, whoever runs into the river first loses the opportunity. Unless it's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was another loud commotion on the other side of the river opposite them. In everyone's sight, the orcs riding wolves drove a large number of whining goblins to the river, and the black ground was like a large group of large wild voles, which made people's scalps tingle - this was certainly not due to fear, but typical of physiological disgust.

The dwarf creatures, who were barely old enough to reach the waists of the men, let out a piercing scream, and shouted frantically at the Nords who were staring at the MDZZ on the other side of the river, like a bunch of rats who had eaten gunpowder—again, not because these guys were fierce gentlemen, but because of a sign of hysteria that was terrified to the extreme.

But what can the goblins do? They didn't dare to resist their masters, so of course they could only scream at the enemies in front of them who were even more fierce than their masters, and their hearts were actually quite desperate.

In the black pressure goblin camp opposite, there are dozens of particularly giant guys, with an average height of more than five meters Cyclops. They slowly walked to the river, stood still beyond the range of most projectile weapons, and thumped their chests vigorously into a thunderous roar, like a pack of hairless gorillas courting to intimidate the rest of the females.

The Nord soldiers looked at each other, unwavering in their hearts and even a little like laughing. Seasoned veteran Dalma? Count Einfest gestured the distance between the Cyclops on the other side, making sure that they were out of range of human bows and arrows, and that trebuchets and ballistas were not enough to ensure a hit, so he summoned a squire.

"Master Antano who went to the rear reported and asked him to transfer 2,000 shooter masters."

The old Earl of Dalma was a veteran in his sixties, but he did not look old at all. He has a lot of experience in battles, but he has a calm and cautious trait that is rare among the Nord military aristocracy, and in his early years, he even traveled incognito to Auckland, Neosfia, and even the continent of Sosnes on the other side of the sea, and he did not have the inexplicable sense of superiority of the northern nobles at all. In his opinion, what kind of situation should be dealt with, and when you encounter trouble, let your allies who are better at solving it be clearly the wisdom of the commander - if you change to other normal Nord generals, it will probably be different. They tend to see asking for help as a shame. In the face of the enemy's provocation, if you find that the projectile weapon is not enough, you may rush to it with a knife on the spot.

Of course, even the elite Twilight Island High Elf troops will take a little time to assemble. Before they could arrive, the Cyclops on the other side began to stir up other moths. They found the roar to be useless, and simply scooped it from under their feet, and (literally) a large hand bigger than a punching bag picked up seven or eight goblins. In the miserable wails of these little creatures, they stuffed the goblin directly into their mouths and rattled and bit it. In an instant, the sound of bones and flesh shattering and the screams of goblins rang out. Fragments of the goblin corpse, which had been treated as a snack, leaked out of the Cyclops' open and closed fanged jaws and scattered all over the ground.

That scene can already be used as the material for at least a B-grade plasma horror movie (there is no A production for this thing). However, that's not all. The Cyclops made the standard shot put, waved violently, and threw the goblins they had eaten half of them in a hurry.

It must be admitted that in addition to the talent that the cyclops can unleash, the physical ability alone is enough to occupy a place at the end of the food chain. At a distance that a strong bow and a hard crossbow could not reach, they could actually throw it with brute force. The broken bones of the goblins, as if they were shrapnel smashed by a catapult, flew over the Mubohair River more than thirty meters with a roar, and then smashed directly into the Nord army with a thud.

If they were all a group of ordinary people, they would probably collapse on the spot by this kind of meat (meow) bomb attack, but for this group of elite Nord soldiers who were arraying by the river, such an attack by the other party would not cause any harm at all, except for disgusting people...... Or rather, as long as it's disgusting, it's enough.

"What an embarrassment! His Highness Olivier. The old earl's face was neither sad nor joyful, and he sighed in a low voice.

“…… Oh, yes! I've been talking a lot of nonsense just now, but now I'm sure that the rear of the orcs must be in quite trouble! This young man, who is not suitable for wearing armor no matter how he looks at it, also showed a helpless expression: "This kind of play is actually quite inconsistent with the race of orcs, they should be under considerable pressure now!" ”

It is easy for the intellectuals among the Nords to see the essence through phenomena and estimate the enemy's movements from their unreasonable actions, but ordinary generals do not have such intelligence. In other words, most of the Nord generals and knights are actually martial arts through and through, and their bodies tend to move much faster than their brains.

Look at the orcs on the other side of the river! After losing the goblin meat (meow) bomb, he actually turned around and slapped his fat buttocks (meow) to this side, making a whining sound, but it really looks more and more like a hairless orangutan with (meow) love.

Then, one of the particularly large cyclops stretched out his hand and made a rather obscene gesture to Artoria on this side of the hill!

Can this be endured?

"Your Highness, let's fight!"

"Your Highness, let's fight!"

"Yes, we must not let those lowly barbarians be so arrogant!"

…… Wait, isn't Artoria the commander-in-chief? Why did everyone gather around Olivier for advice? Could it be that these guys all subconsciously regard Her Royal Highness the Knight Princess as a mascot?

Then, I only saw the brother of the knight princess, no matter how I looked at it, it looked like a street artist, and His Royal Highness Olivier, who was still a little suspicious of being a monkey in gorgeous armor, looked at everyone, showed a deep and solemn expression, and said seriously: "...... Adults, you can't fight! ”

The subsequent development is about a calm, wise, and calm excellent commander, who teaches everyone's ideological education, right? However, at this time, the knight princess, who had not spoken out since then, suddenly sighed faintly and said softly: "The snow-capped mountains there are so beautiful!" ”

…… Everyone looked at each other, and for a while they didn't know what lines to use to respond, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while. Only then did they realize that from the very beginning, their wise, martial, upright, fair (and beautiful, lovely, gentle and kind) Si Ling (u) was in a daze at the snow-capped mountains over there.

"Yes! It's beautiful......" She looked at the snow-capped mountains and muttered again.

Olivier said in his heart that he would finish. Where is this girl just in a daze, she is clearly a girl who is thinking about spring!

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