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Isaac heard the horse's hooves roaring, and he knew Frederick was roaring up the hill, but victory or defeat had already been decided. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He rushed towards Elena. No one can stop the paladin from snatching the girl. No one.

The personal guards of the officer corps desperately tried to block it, but like a mantis arm for a cart, they were staggered and stumbled back by Isaac's left and right bows, and watched as the red-eyed paladin rushed towards their queen.

200 points of divine power are enough to exchange them for high-ranking officials, but they are not worth mentioning in front of the angel pupil.

Isaac saw Elena standing helplessly at the door of the tent, this beauty was rippling with intellectual brilliance from head to toe, from the long hair pouring to the serene skirt, full of unattainable temptation.

Only the beauty of the Empress of Germany can compensate for my suffering, and this is the reason why I am invincible. Isaac thought confidently.

Then he swung his sword in a dashing manner, swung his slashing saber, and roared, "I have hostages, don't move!" and reached out to put his arms around Elena's thin waist.

He smiled contentedly, as if Elena was in his pocket.

Elena rolled her eyes in disgust, turned and walked away, revealing the big black mouth in the handsome tent.

It was a well-crafted mist nozzle mounted on a large, cumbersome, pitch-black mechanical device, the body of which was hidden in the commander's tent. The surface of the machine is filled with rough iron pipes and parts, which are intricate and complex, rippling with the original charm of steam technology.

It was a giant sprayer, the nozzle just popping out of the two-page tent, just obscured by Elena's figure. As soon as she walked away, the nozzle was revealed, and Isaac greeted him with a kind smile.

The elven engineer flips the valve.

The nozzle shot out a dark and viscous smoke, which was as thin as smoke and rain, but it was like a bamboo, and it was four meters away, and the momentum was still endless, like a dense swarm of bees enveloping Isaac.

Isaac was shot in the face, giving the illusion of running in the drizzle. At this moment, he was confused, and countless images flashed in his mind: "What is this? It's not a pesticide, right? It's sticky and smelly, how can such a sticky liquid be sprayed into such a fine mist?"

As he plunged headlong into the drenched spray, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of the nozzle he had seen while working out in the family business: high-pressure airflow nozzles.

A high-pressure airflow nozzle that uses high-velocity gas to spray thick liquids in the form of a mist. It has a narrow purpose, mainly as a combustion nozzle, and its function is to fully burn the aerosol-like heavy oil.

Isaac recalls his visit to the furnace: the vast furnace burned red, and through the viewing window, a row of burning nozzles in the furnace continuously shot out aerosolous heavy oil, which deflagrated and turned into a red-hot flame, forming an excellent temperature for steelmaking, and refining an unparalleled alloy.

His heart was cold, and he realized once again that he had underestimated the scheming of this beautiful woman—she actually used civilian steel-making equipment to deal with the invincible paladin?

Isaac smelled a dizzying pungent breath, and only then did he react, and the spray that poured him on his face was indeed heavy oil, indeed the kind of heavy oil that ignited the river!

Elena took off her torch and threw it into the spray without mercy. The flames were blown crooked, and the four-meter-long spray was transformed into a four-meter-wide flame dragon!

Isaac, who was invincible, was caught off guard and turned into a human figure dancing in the flames.

The French army rushing to the high ground was stunned, and suddenly heard the leader let out a heart-rending wail. Isaac, this wonderful leader, a god-like god, has just become the spiritual belief of the French army, and in the blink of an eye, he has become a stickman jumping in the flames.

The French struggled to see the blurred human form of the flames, and they saw the commander holding his face and wailing, pushed back by the thin pillar of fire. All the gods who descended to heaven were burned to the ground by the flames of dragon breath, and the images of leaders were all destroyed in the terrible cry.

"That's a forbidden spell, a dragon's breath! The fire magic of the elves can defeat the paladin!" The French army was so frightened that they became incoherent, and various rumors began to circulate, and rumors spawned countless versions like pirated novels, causing the French army at the foot of the mountain to hear that the false god Isaac was corrected on the spot by Archangel Gabriel.

Isaac's newly established supremacy collapsed in an instant in the midst of the embarrassment. The Holy Leader of the French Army, Isaac, was turned into a screaming pile of coals by Elena.

The invincible leader was cooked on the spot, and the sight demoralized the French army, leading to a third rout. Someone ran madly down the hill, led the army to roll and crawl down the high ground, hit the river headlong, and then saw black wood curled up all over the ground. This hellish scene completely deprived the French army of their senses, and many people who had a nervous breakdown directly threw down their guns, knelt on the ground and surrendered, begging the Germans to surrender.

The trust of the army, the victory of the battle, and the benefits of the expedition were all wiped out the moment Elena turned around and revealed the heavy oil atomizing nozzle. Once again, Isaac lost everything.

Isaac was burned for a second, like a locust on fire, and in an instant he jumped three meters away, rolling on the ground and making a donkey's cry. He painted the ground like a roller, but he was drenched in heavy oil, and no matter how much he rolled, he couldn't crush it.

Frederick rode up the hill and screamed, "Elena!!"

Elena heard his hoarse scream, and she couldn't be happier than she could, thinking that he was so panicked for me, that I really didn't know how to cherish it when I lost it. She hurriedly threw away the torch, ran two steps to stop, made a good girl with her hands behind her back, and tiptoed and shouted: "I'm here." ”

Frederick hurriedly dismounted, got up again, ran to Elena with open arms, hugged her hard, and when he spoke hoarsely, his lungs gasped like a leaky bellows: "You, it's great that you're okay, you're amazing, thank you, thank you for being safe." ”

In the distance, Isaac screamed and leaped three meters, and the flames clung to him like a ghostly fire.

"Go after him, Isaac has already run away. Elena frowned at the tin man's restraint and pushed him angrily.

But Frederick cared only about Elena. He only turned around and scribbled Lancelot to "go after the enemy", then he grabbed the girl's shoulders, looked her up and down repeatedly to see if she was safe and sound, and made sure that all this was not a hallucination, and then repeated incoherently "Thank you for being safe, thank you for you", and then hugged her tightly, like a demented neurotic.

Elena suddenly pursed her lips aggrievedly, lowered her hand to him and hugged him, poured into his arms and muttered, "How afraid are you of my death? Let me know, tell me if you like me, stupid." ”

Frederick's six gods pushed up his visor in vain, revealing tears on his face: "Then do you want to say, my heart is like smoke on a frying pan." ”

"If you want to say it, you have to say it as diligently as you like it, I want to listen to it every day!" Elena remembered the anxiety of being left out, and she was so excited that tears rolled in her eyes, and the more satisfied she was at the moment, the more squeamish her lips became.

"I like you so much, my life is for you. Frederick hurriedly wiped away her tears, and in a panic he went back to hugging her, as if he would not lose her.

Elena burst into tears and laughed, stretched out her arms around his cold armor, looked up at him, and whispered: "Me too, too! I will never be captured alive, don't be afraid of losing face......"

"Don't say it!" Frederick was so frightened that he ripped off his helmet and threw it away, tilted his head to hold her hot face, and kissed her in public.

Filia rode up the hill, saw the embarrassment of the officer corps, lowered her head and sneered, and when she looked up, she urged the officer corps with a straight face: "The knights are chasing and killing Isaac, and we are also busy! Thousands of French troops are waving white flags by the river, and your lords are not going to receive prisoners and weapons?"

The jealous officer corps woke up from a dream and shouted and directed the army to clean up the battlefield.

Elena heard Filia's clear voice, hurriedly pushed Frederick away, lowered her head and bit her lip: "It's all seen!"

Frederick took her hand: "I want to change the constitution and authorize citizens to marry two ladies." So I can always kiss you openly?"

Filia's pointed ears moved, and she could hear it clearly, and she shouted with a smile: "What are you in a daze, come with me to receive the captured cannon! She unreasonably announced the distribution rules, then giggled and ran.

As soon as the officer corps heard the "first-come, first-served" principle, fearing that its division would have a few fewer guns, it suddenly jumped on its horse at the speed of light, and with a whoosh, all of them disappeared, and only bullet casings swirled on the ground.

Elena found that the light bulbs were gone, and after a moment's pause, she tiptoed her head and pecked at Frederick's lips: "You broke my heart, you can't do it without compensation." ”

Frederick was almost robbed of his beloved by Isaac, and he thought he would hold a grudge for the rest of his life. He can smell Elena's body fragrance, which is a gift from God, so he is obedient to Elena and asks for it: "You are good-looking, you have the final say." ”