The orc-dominated Chaos army has returned, and Martin, as the new king of Bakaria, is naturally duty-bound to lead the army.

If Martin can get his hands on the orcs, Bakaria will truly turn the entire country into a giant war machine, wielding every part of it.

Bakaria founded the country with chivalry, and everyone in the country, from top to bottom, has a fighting factor. As long as the kingdom is given enough time, not to mention hundreds of thousands, even a million regular troops can be pulled out.

On the contrary, if this powerful orc force is not eliminated, once the main force is destroyed, then the situation of the entire kingdom will fall into a state of erosion.

The whole barracks were boiling, and everywhere there were officers who drank orders, soldiers who were busy sorting out their equipment.

In the king's tent, Carlos and Maridza are saying their final goodbyes to the king.

"Go, Carlos, Maritrus, you don't need to stay with me, an old man who is about to die. ”

Carlos wanted to speak and stopped, he started as a knight's apprentice, and followed the old king for almost thirty years, once separated, it meant goodbye, he looked excited, and a thousand words were stuffed in his throat and could not be spoken.

Mary Die is similar.

"Go, show your worth to the new king. If you have to dwell on loyalty, then find a way to let Martin and Vivienne and Eliza, give birth to the blood of House Cotte, and do your best to teach them. This is my last willfulness and my loyalty to you. ”

The old king's words made the eyes of the two loyal ministers suddenly light up, and their hesitant hearts suddenly settled down. Because they have found a new hope, a new purpose in life.

The two were gone, and only a few attendants were left in the big tent. At this moment, the old king Keane suddenly noticed that there was a female knight in the big tent who was haunted by a soft red light.

Divinity, majesty, virtue, and precepts unreservedly emanate from the beautiful, deep black eyes between the helmets. Seeing so many things in the eye is a bit of an exaggeration under normal circumstances, but it's true.

The king was no stranger to her, as she was the embodiment of the Red Knight.

"I'm sorry, Red Knight, I passed the throne so willfully to a man who could well be a god. Didn't even say hello to you. But I think you should be able to understand. "For the patron saint of the kingdom, Keane is guilty.

How to look at it, the rise to power of Martin, a pragmatist, will inevitably lead to a split in faith within the kingdom. This is undoubtedly a significant loss of profit for the Red Knights.

The king also has the idea of a king, because according to the ancient covenant of the gods inherited from the camp of this world order, the most important thing between the gods of order is freedom of belief: as long as they believe in the god of order, even if they convert, they will be unconditionally pardoned.

This is the foundation of the Rick Empire and the Bakaria that allow polytheistic beliefs to exist.

The Curt family promised to take the god of knights as the patron saint, and now that the Kote family has relinquished power, whether Martin will still worship the god of knights as the patron saint after coming to power is a matter for Martin.

In a sense, this is also a dumping pot.

But the red knight can't do anything about him, because the rules of the order camp are that the gods belong to the gods, and the mortals return to the mortals. Normally, unless there are mortals who refuse to fight against chaos and fight endlessly, then there are gods interfering in the internal affairs of the mortal realm. For example, this civil war in the Rick Empire has been fought for several years, and Sigma has not let out a fart.

If it weren't for the chaos army, maybe the civil war would have been fought for a long time.

At this time, the dying old king actually saw it, and the red knight was laughing.

That's right, it's a pair of smiling eyes.

"Let me tell you a little secret, Keane Kurt. The words of the Red Knight suddenly became heard only by the old king, and they were divine voices that went straight to the heart.

"Huh?" the old king was no longer afraid of anything. He is not a believer in the Red Knight, to be precise, he is an unbeliever. After death, there will be no divine envoy to lead him to the kingdom of the gods.

"Do you know why I didn't meddle in the royal power?" The Red Knight's eyes showed a hint of smugness and intriguing cunning: "You know, before accepting the summons to come to this world and become the god of knights, I was the god of strategy...... A god of strategy with only a faint divine power. Frankly speaking, with only weak divine power, it is impossible for me to accept such a gift at once, which should be a divine heritage that only powerful divine power gods can have. ”

The old bear was stunned.

The Red Knight continued: "Give me a hundred years, and perhaps I will choose to strengthen my faith slowly. It's a pity that I don't have a hundred years, so I didn't intend to monopolize all the power of faith in the whole of Bakaria from the beginning. And, to my surprise, I had a fun little adventure that allowed me to gain something unexpected. ”

As he spoke, the Red Knight incarnation in the eyes of others did not move, but the Red Knight in Keane's eyes took off the helmet that he never took off.

It was a face that Keane was not so unfamiliar with......

King Keane was simply stupid: "You, how could it be you?"

The Red Knight immediately put his helmet back on: "You should know by now, right? Anyway, are you interested in joining my kingdom? I'm at least sure I can let you see a good show. ”

"Even if I don't have a strong faith in you?" Keane hesitated.

"No, no, no, just now, I found out that your belief in me has changed from a shallow believer to a devout one. The Red Knight shook his right index finger a little tremblingly.

"Good!" the old king's expression became quite amused, and he became the kind of guy who would never die as if he had not finished watching the play.

On the other side, Martin is preparing to play and other matters.

He is no stranger to fighting large armies. It's just that this is the first time for him to fight on this scale, and he hasn't used the lineage he brought out single-handedly.

After General Carlos caught up, he kept following Martin's side: "According to preliminary estimates, there are still more than 100,000 troops on the orc side, the ratio of ordinary orcs to black orcs is unknown, and there are more than 1,000 Chaos warriors. This is what needs our attention the most. ”

"What about us?"

"There are three knights of the kingdom and ten infantry regiments, all of which are less than a member, and only about half of the troops remain, about 30,000 people. There were 40,000 noble troops and 35,000 garrisons. In fact, except for the 20,000 people directly under the three archdukes of the Baden Forest, the Duke of Ernès, and the Duke of Rucks, the rest of the combat power cannot be recounted with much hope. ”

Martin frowned: "Morale?"

Carlos blushed: "Most of them have lost their weapons. ”

Needless to say, it was the fault of the old king's defeat before. The orc troops, which were originally rogue-like, not only increased in number overnight, but also became the most ordinary black orcs from the most ordinary green skins to the most bunkers.

The misjudgment of the strength of the enemy led to a great defeat.