"Expedition!"

St. Giles' holy sword pointed forward, rode forward, and first stepped into the powerful legion teleportation array left by the ancestors.

This large array of ancient arcane runes can steadily teleport entire imperial legions to the farthest frontier realm, which is even closer to the desert where the ruins are located than the neighboring kingdom of Rhodok.

He was followed by Fabius Spair and the heavily armored cavalry, and the horses were trained not to be frightened or delayed by stagnation even if they plunged headlong into this eerie-looking green vortex.

Then, with the roar of the machine, Sigismund's [Fortress of Pride] chariot entered the portal with a sea of infantry and longbowmen.

This batch was so numerous that by the time the last artillery unit began to move, nearly an hour had passed.

"Brothers, let's go, remember, blow up their group of stinky boys!"

The Artillery Commander was a short man with a brownish beard, and although he was a gunner, his thick arms were a formidable opponent for all the soldiers.

With a roar, various artillery pieces were slowly pushed through the portal.

Eventually, only the mage troops remained, and when the last cannon disappeared into the portal, the mages who had just been fighting each other suddenly stopped at the same time.

"Boss, what are we going to do?"

A young mage who had been making trouble just now stood beside the mage war leader with a respectful bow at this time, bowing deeply with a humble expression.

As for all the other mages, they also stood with their hands down, silently waiting for the orders of their true leaders.

[Frost Nova] Cologne Todd Bollinger's expression was indifferent at this time, and he did not have the embarrassment and inferiority complex that he had just felt because his subordinates had lost people, on the contrary, he seemed to be full of ambition and high spirits, and his eyes projected a deep arcane brilliance that a ten-ring mage could never have.

"We waited 10 years."

As he looked around, it was not difficult to see that not only he was among these mages, but also some of the old men had a dazzling arcane light in their eyes, which was not something that a seven- or eight-ring mage could do.

"We're going to keep waiting, waiting for the opportunity, and this time we'll do what they want."

"Yes!"

All agreed in unison, and bowed to their lords and leaders in varying degrees.

Ignoring these courtesies, the Ice Mage, Legion Commander Goloni slowly walked towards the portal.

"Let's go, remember [don't cross the line]."

By the time the last person disappeared into the portal, it seemed like everything was over.

Except for a short figure, which appeared after about five minutes. With a flash of flickering like a bad signal, he or she was wearing a pure black cape, staring thoughtfully at the portal, where the mage had just disappeared.

"Really, really, interestingly"

The Shura-like mask was removed from the side of the cloak, blocking the face of the handsome young man. With a faint mockery, I can't hear whether it's a heroic woman or a young man's voice.

"Don't cross the line? Teach me? ”

Slowly, the figure slowly disappeared as if it had melted into the air.

All that remained was a soft, heart-wrenching chuckle.

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The northern frontier of the empire, the battlefield against the troll invasion army, the central tent, the command center.

"Your Royal Highness!"

A hurried herald rushed out of the portal, shouting and heading straight for the tent.

In his hand, a magic scroll flashed with the royal insignia, standing out in the sun, which had begun to sink in the west.

"What's the matter?"

As always, Prince Sigwald, wearing heavy makeup and hugging a strong body, seemed to have completely failed to wait for the night, and started his favorite entertainment early.

"Yes!"

Shy and puzzled, the soldier fell to one knee in an instant, avoiding his gaze and looking directly into the prince's lustful aqua blue eyes.

"His Majesty's Magical Message, please receive it!"

"Hmm-"

Lazily looking at the scroll held high by the soldier, the prince's bewitching face was tinged with displeasure.

"Cut—what's that stinky old man going to do?"

Gently holding the face of the soldier who embraced him, and kissing him lightly with a defiant gaze, the prince's voice was blessed by the subspace evil god [Slaanesh] Shaliz himself, and could make everyone hear the whisper of the person they loved the most in the middle of the night.

"Wait a minute, dear."

Then, freeing himself from his embrace, his two long legs supporting him to his feet on the bed. Sigwald, in this case, took the spell scroll with one hand without respect, tore it open casually, and listened to the [will] of the man he despised from the bottom of his heart.

It was a brief order, and the words were so fierce that no one could have imagined that the conflict between father and son could be so great.

To put it simply, St. Giles directly said that his main task now is to go out to the ruins to conquer, and he has no time to deal with those ugly trolls, and his letter this time is to tell himself that if he is afraid that there will be no reinforcements and die in the north, he will take his own war group to join the conquest troops quickly, and the battle will be solved quickly, and then come back together to solve these low-strength but difficult trolls.

In other words, Prince Sigwald was completely abandoned by his father, or gave up, admitting that he couldn't defeat the trolls and defected to the expeditionary force.

Otherwise, the leader would have to lead the soldiers to defeat the trolls, which were almost impossible to kill, as the trolls continued to gather.

"Hmm."

At this time, the prince's complexion changed several times, but no amount of ugly expression could change his handsome face.

"Take a closer look—"

A slender finger picked up the soldier's already sweaty face.

"—you're pretty cute, come on, let's do something more meaningful."

"No—my lord, I..."

For a soldier who already has a wife and children, these things must not be touched, almost subconsciously, and the soldier subconsciously took a step back.

"What-"

Finally, a hideous and terrifying face like a wild beast appeared on that handsome face, and it looked terrifying.

"No one can refuse me, do you mean I'm not attractive enough?"

Word by word, revealing terrible anger.

"Someone!"

When a large group of guards rushed into the tent, the prince sneered and looked at the already panicked soldiers.

"Kids, let him know today, refuse my fate, but don't die."

So saying, the prince stepped into the wide bed again, and gently slipped into an embrace, like a bird returning to its nest.

When the soldiers were tortured and almost unconscious, the wanton laughter in the camp became more and more impressive.