The elves regard the oath as life. The dragoons www.biquge.info stealthily hijacked the carriage and fled back to the country, seemingly tearing up a covenant, causing the elven priests of the Ten Kingdoms to be enraged and sent their most elite hussar squadron to retrieve the hostages in the carriage.

It was this group of noble hussars with gold and steel equipment that set out from the ten elven countries, all the way west, biting and chasing, killing few of the 100 dragoons, leaving only a dozen horsemen in the depression.

However, the Bafarians still launched an earth-shattering charge to fulfill their loyalty to the royal family.

The black dots that covered the mountains slowly moved down the hillside, like black paint flowing down the green hills, with an overwhelming roar, slowly eroding towards the depression.

The stunned elves began to slaughter the light infantry. They pulled their bows and pulled the strings, easily pulling the hard bows stronger than their crossbows into a full moon, and then whizzing their arrows. The arrows could even penetrate two or three people, all of them submerged in the grass, and none of the arrows pierced the human body.

The dragoons seized the opportunity and began to fight back at any cost, taking advantage of the elves' arrows, charging at them, flying up, knocking the elves off their horses, and then rolling and tearing in the muddy grass.

Frederick heard the last remaining professional heavy sergeant shouting in the ranks: "Go and save the people in the carriage!

Frederick was afraid of murder and chose to save them. He crossed the meadow with one foot high and one foot low, panting and running to the carriage, and the arrows were constantly "poofed" from the ground, silently falling on the grass, splashing with the sound of water, and Frederick was not afraid, because the Bafarian crowd gave him a sense of belonging.

The elves sensed the danger of the carriage and began to kill it.

The sound of swords cliding outside rang out at intervals. The Bafarians were accustomed to gritting their teeth when they died in battle, and rarely let out screams, so the sound of killing was deafening, but the sound of battle was relatively sparse, and even less dense than the sound of horses' hooves. This makes the bloody morning seem a bit undersound.

The light infantry regiments of light infantry surrounded the carriage, three layers inside and three layers outside. Arrows kept falling in front of the carriage, but Frederick discovered that the carriage could be opened from behind. He lifted the heavy gilded compartment and saw an elderly wet nurse hugging a thin girl with purple hair hanging to the ground, curled up in a gorgeous futon and shivering.

The compartment was lifted, and the morning light poured into the dim carriage, cutting a piece of darkness and leaving a dividing line between light and darkness on the quilt. The thin girl in the nurse's arms looked back at Frederick, and felt only a black figure with a sword with his back to the sun, carrying a carriage, and shouting repeatedly: "Go away." She couldn't even see Frederick's face clearly, but this dark silhouette made up her entire vision.

The freckled little girl was carried out of the car by the nurse and stepped barefoot in the cold puddle, causing the little girl to fall down in astonishment, but was grabbed by Frederick's hand.

"The grass is soft! It's okay to hit barefoot. Frederick said, "Run." ”

Before she could run two steps, the nurse was pierced through the chest by an arrow, and fell into a shallow puddle of water, and the thin blood threads were rubbed into the clear water, like countless small red snakes spreading. Frederick was stunned.

Then, the angry elven hussar galloped in. The handsome elf fought so hard that her blond hair flowed out, and she reined in her horse beside the little girl, and reached out to grab the girl, shouting elven words in a chirping voice.

Frederick saw many light infantry rushing towards him, and the command "Take the princess!" came one after another, so Frederick was emboldened, picked up the little girl and began to run, so that the elf reached out and took it into the air.

The little girl was only about ten years old, not yet developed, and was softly held by Frederick, even if she hooked Frederick's neck, the little girl was jolting and sliding down, like a thin little loach.

The elven hussar reined in his horse and cut down a few light infantry, and rode his horse to chase Frederick, but he was afraid of hurting the princess, so after overtaking Frederick, the elf turned over and dismounted, and raised his sword to take the princess.

Frederick put down the little girl and raised his sword tremblingly, he thought that he could confront the enemy for a while, like a child playing, the other slashed his own sword, and he struck the other's sword, and the two of them could fight happily for a while.

The elf, who was almost numb, raised his bloody saber and chopped it. Frederick managed to raise his dagger to block, and the dagger was cut off like a candle, and the saber fell straight into Frederick's brain.

"Don't kill anymore!" the little girl screamed as she pushed Frederick away. Frederick fell into the grass, thinking that the girl should not be good-looking, she looked thin and not smart, but she had so much strength.

The saber hovered over the girl's purple hair and did not cut down. The elf looked anxious, pointed at Frederick and then at the little girl, and chattered earnestly.

The little girl lowered her head and clenched her fists, shaking her head desperately, and her purple hair flew wildly.

The elf raised her saber in despair, resting tremblingly on the little girl's slender neck, the viscous blood on the blade like a red paint, trembling and smearing her white skin.

The little girl bowed her head and waited for death, but the elf relented and hesitated for a second.

More light infantry surrounded him like a tidal wave, and the bolts "poofed" into the elf's vest, causing him to shake a little. The elf let out a cry of pain, turned his head and began to break through, sprinting his horse with all his might, turning over his saddle and trying to make a bloody way.

The little girl always stood in place, with a spur drawn on her neck, but she was alive and well. The elf, perhaps in a hurry to flee for her life, or perhaps soft-hearted, did not cut off the little girl's head in the end.

18Four of the elven hussars were killed, and only 14 fled from the borders of Bafaria. But in that depression, there were a hundred and three corpses of light infantrymen, including 23 hoplites.

However, they succeeded in pushing off the weary elves and rescuing the crucial princess at the last moment, proving Bafaria's loyalty to the Habs and planting the seeds of the seven-year War of the Succession. Their names are all engraved on the monument of Power Square.

"What is the elf talking to you?" On the way back to Mingxing City, Frederick curiously chased after the dragoon, looking up and asking the purple-haired girl who was riding with the cavalry.

The dragoons tried to drive Frederick away, but the girl grabbed the gauntlet and silently stopped him.

"Told you at night. "The girl's voice is nice. Then the dragoons drove their horses away, leaving Frederick panting and holding his knees panting.

Otto walked over with a crossbow in hand, frowned at Frederick, who was bent over and panting, and asked a little jealously, "Brother, if I am also chased by the elves, will you run away with me?"

"Damn, how do you ask such a question," Frederick gasped and slapped his brother's head hard, "I don't fucking kill that elf?"

Otto cranked his crossbow in his hand and bent over with a smile.

In the evening, Frederick could not contain his curiosity, and when he had filled the porridge from the campfire, he ran to stand behind the dragoon camp, wondering when the girl would tell him the truth, for the earnest elf was so handsome that he wondered what was going on.