"Vic Swordmaster, don't you have the guts to come out and see me!"

Outside the large barracks tent surrounding the MiG Fortress, a heroic blonde girl with a sassy posture and no tiredness approached the main entrance of the barracks with two strong men dressed as attendants, and the beautiful girl who had just roared angrily was Trelinka herself.

At this moment, Trelinka and her loyal archon Ax and her maid Naya have been surrounded by thousands of large legions, but the three of them did not have the slightest fear, on the contrary, the soldiers who were closer were frightened by the formal-level coercion leaked by Aix, and several soldiers who were swept by Aix's gaze even collapsed to the ground in fear.

Ignoring the "Noble Union" that only bullied the poor people, Trelinka stared at a tall tent in the center of the barracks with angry eyes.

Princess Trelinka is also a knight at the peak of the apprenticeship level, and she senses that an undisguised official-level swordmaster can still do it, and after about five minutes, Vic Swordmaster walked out of the tent unhurriedly, he glanced at Trelinka deeply, and then closed his eyes and sighed tiredly:

"Alas, Your Royal Highness Princess Thererinka, you are here after all, you are still here, you are ............ It's finally here".

After letting out a deep sigh like that of an old man in the twilight of his life, Vic, dressed in fiery red armor and carrying a two-handed greatsword that flashed with magical aura, stared at Trelinka from a distance.

Faced with Vic's complicated eyes, Thererinka responded with the most angry gaze and words:

"Vic, you still have the face to come out to see me, you still have the face to lead this army, you still have the face to carry the "Mufeng Punisher", are you still the Vic Sword Saint who is loyal to the country."

"There is no doubt that I am the Vic Sword Master, and my loyalty has never been covered with dust, and I can puff up my chest as always with the "Wind Punisher" in my hand.

In the face of Princess Trelinka's questioning, Vic did not hesitate to answer loudly, his tone sonorous and powerful, perfectly concealing the helplessness and pain hidden in this voice.

"Is this what you call loyalty to the country? Is your loyalty to the innocent people raising a butcher's knife? Is it to the third princess of the royal family of the Dylan Kingdom, I, Trelinka, with a sword against each other?"

Therelinka's iron-clad hands clenched into fists in anger, and the sturdy leather creaked as it could withstand the tremendous force.

"As your childhood swordsmanship teacher, I had to correct your three mistakes"!

Vic looked at Trelinka, who was fluctuating violently because of her anger, and said unhurriedly:

"First, there has always been only one object of my allegiance—and that is His Majesty the Holy King

Second, it was not my intention to raise the butcher's knife, I was only acting on orders, and as a tool of war, my actions never had any "nature".

Thirdly, you are no longer the third princess of the royal family of Dylan, according to the order of the great king, from the end of the third month of the cold winter, you are a great rebel and must be sentenced to death."

After speaking, Vic also suddenly released his coercion, and for a while, the surrounding soldiers all left without looking back, dragging the fainted companion with their heads, and anyone could see that this place was about to become a battlefield for the duel between the three official-level powerhouses, and the princess's words did not impress the "loyal" Vic Sword Master.

"How can you ............ like this?"

Seeing Vic's unmoved appearance, Trelinka once again felt the powerlessness and sadness wrapped in the despair, and she couldn't understand why the teacher who had personally taught her what kindness and order was, Vic Swordmaster, would behave in such an act without kindness.

In despair, Princess Trelinka said almost with crying pleading:

"Teacher Vic, for the sake of the god of justice, tell me that this is not true, you are a kind and strong man, and you want to repay your subjects with kindness, isn't this what you taught me?"

Looking at Princess Trelinka in tears, Vic couldn't help but show a trace of hesitation and confusion in her eyes, but in the next moment, this confusion was completely replaced by unquestionable firmness.

"By order of His Majesty the King, I, General Vic, the Commander of the Noble Coalition, hereby declare that the leader of the rebellious army, the Army of Glory, "Therelinka", is guilty of rebellion, betrayal of the royal family, betrayal of the country, and shall be sentenced to death by His Majesty's resolution............ Now do it now"!

After speaking, Vic's Sword Master slowly pulled out the "Wind Punishment Person" wrapped around the energy flow, and at this moment, Vic's whole person seemed to have turned into a sharp sword that cut everything. The terrifying momentum that shattered the mountains and tore the earth soared into the sky, and the entire battlefield was scorched by the little fire fighting energy he exuded.

"O great god of justice, Tyr, I beg you to send down a miracle to bring General Vic to his senses, is this the loyalty of "order", but why do I see only the deepest darkness"?

Princess Thererinka finally realized that it was impossible for her to convince the foolish Vic, and that the life of a "princess" brought her only blind self-confidence, and now, Trelinka had to admit that she didn't know anything about Vic's Juggernaut, even though the powerful Juggernaut had been her teacher for five or six years.

"Naya, you hurry up and leave with Her Royal Highness the Princess, I will resist the Vic Sword Master here."

Ax didn't expect Vic Swordmaster to attack without saying a few words, and he quickly ordered Naya to retreat with this Trelinka.

"Understood"!

Naya, who was silent, immediately nodded in response, her thin body suddenly disappeared into the air, and then, Princess Trelinka, who was standing next to the war horse, biting her lip and forcibly sobering herself from the terrifying coercion of Vic's Sword Master, also disappeared in an instant.

In less than a second, Naya and Trelinka vanished as if out of thin air, and in an instant there was no trace or breath of air.

Seeing that Naya had already taken Trelinka away, Aix calmly took out a long sword with a flickering cold light, and then thought silently while assuming a dueling posture:

"Very good, Naya, just take Her Royal Highness the princess and run away, anyway, Her Royal Highness the princess has already personally risked negotiating with the enemy for the sake of her subjects, and even I, the consul, have died in this negotiation, and now the generals and soldiers who accuse Her Royal Highness of not standing up bravely to negotiate have nothing to say!"

In fact, when Princess Trelinka insisted on going to the MiG Fortress, Aix also thought of using strong means to stop the blind and confident princess, but he finally realized that he could not do that.

A large part of the motivation that now supports the Glory Army to continue to work hard comes from Trelinka, a princess who promised to "protect the country without fear".

After the news broke that the "ecclesiastical" nobles were preparing to massacre the people of the northern part of the kingdom, the soldiers of the Honor Army and the people who supported the Glory Army needed to see the princess's attitude, and they wanted Princess Trelinka to intervene to stop it, or at least do everything in her power to protect her subjects.

If Princess Trelinka hadn't come forward at this time, there would be no need to strike any more blows at the Dawn Church, and the Glory Army, which had been disappointed in Princess Trelinka's leader, would really be facing collapse.

"With Naya's skill, with my desperate resistance, and with Vic being a sword saint who is not good at chasing and killing, the probability of surviving Her Royal Highness the Princess is definitely more than eighty percent............ There is still hope for the kingdom of Dylan!"

Aix optimistically thought of the sight of the glorious army rushing to the front line without fear of death under the command of Trelinka, and he only felt that his blood was about to ignite the fighting spirit.

Imagining a hopeful future, Ax roared loudly, dozens of dark blue arcs danced wildly on the long sword in his hand.

"Come on, Vic, let me see if your blade is as sharp as it is rumored"!