The young Chaos Shrine Maiden was in good shape, with bare bronzed boobs and firm, toned thighs, bound only by a short black waistcoat around her slender and powerful waist, sharp copper studs and brass chains glittering gorgeously on the dark leather. A complete yellow-black saber-toothed scalp was draped over her shoulders as a cloak, hanging diagonally in chains, and strings of tooth necklaces and turquoise pendants hung from her neck to her chest, just right to block the key parts of her towering chest. She wears elaborate bronze enchanted fists on her arms, more like a wild warrior than like a wizard.

The words of the shrine maiden named Alesa are pointed, as she hates the dark elf Slaanesh hedonistic witch Lyga, who loves to inflict terrible and slow torture on captives and all sorts of strange transformations. She is a beast-like shrine maiden who is good at beasts, but she doesn't like all kinds of weird modified creatures, and she likes to kill, but prefers to kill the enemy's spear-wielding warriors on the battlefield rather than torturing the captives bound to the torture platform with all kinds of strange knives and awls and medicines. Alesa can command beasts and is also a powerful Chaos warrior, and she despises Riga, who is too weak to charge on the battlefield herself.

But the greater reason for their hostility was that Alesha was originally the favored lover of Analar, the goddess of Slaanesh. She had been accompanying the mighty Chosen Knight with her body since she was sixteen years old, and it had been seven years now, and although Analaire's relationship with her had been good and bad, there had still been a lot of sweetness. But the appearance of Liga a year ago changed everything, and Liga, with her supreme beauty and seductive charm, snatched the heart of the lord of the Slaanesh tribe in a matter of weeks, and Alesa was completely left out in the cold. Although she is also a fairly beautiful woman, she cannot compare to the dark elves with white jade-like skin and silky soft bodies.

In fact, this Kugan's thousand-year-long face is also quite good-looking, and he is considered a beauty. But after all, she is still a warrior and beast witch, her body has many scars, her muscles are solid as iron, her skin is like dark bronze, and her voice is rarely gentle. All this determined that she would inevitably lose the competition with the beautiful dark elves. Moreover, Lyga also possesses incredible bed skills and a dozen equally beautiful and skillful Dark Elf maids, which makes the Thousand Chiefs who only have fighting skills and hordes of roaring beasts lose their confidence.

At the thought of this, Alesa couldn't help but feel angry and sad. Several times she longed to use her halberd to open two holes in the enchanting dark elf, but she was afraid of the wrath of Analaire the Chosen One, so she could only keep dreaming in her heart to vent her frustration on the trolls and war beasts. But happily, last night the silver-goblin was damned, and a false god's deity broke her spine and turned the goblin into a paralyzed dead dog. Alesa could have given the highest praise to this, though it seemed a bit blasphemous.

"The enemy's battalion is already facing destruction, and the first hero in this battle is destined to be me. As long as my exploits in this battle are seen by Lord Lyle, that silver-swinging goblin will surely be punished by the Most High God......"

Alesa couldn't help but fall into happy dreams, she licked her upturned lips with her tongue, and her eyes were happy with happiness. Her war beasts and Kugan's cavalry advanced quickly, and the unbelievers' chariot camps were scattered. Victory is just around the corner, and the enemy's strong men have been beheaded by themselves, which is really a thrilling offensive! And he may even be favored by the Chosen One Lord again!

The prospect of stomping the naked, weak goblin Riga under her feet and making her lick her toes like a worm changed over and over again in front of the beastly shrine maiden of Kugan. The fire and chariot in front of her seemed to have changed into the dark elf witch crying and begging for mercy, and the thrill of revenge filled her heart. But suddenly, she felt the question, why had the Tertra troops who had joined her in the detour of the enemy's car battalion not yet arrived?

"But it doesn't matter, wouldn't it be better if I didn't share the credit with me......?"

But a black wind of arrows interrupted her illusions, and the armor-piercing arrows that were as fast as wind and thunder directly pierced her defensive barrier, which was a little loose due to her distraction, and slammed into her throat from the side!

"Lord Alesha has been attacked!

The Chaos Cavalry and Kugan's witch maidens and apprentices who witnessed this scene all shouted in panic, and this sudden turn of events plunged them into chaos. They were answered by a rain of armour-piercing arrows, sharp arrows with black magic that rained down the lightly armed cavalry into the dust, pinning the half-naked shrine maiden to the chariot's railings like an unstoppable hurricane.

"Comrades-in-arms, the whole army is assaulting!"

With a calm but determined voice, hundreds of coalition cavalry billowed out of smoke and dust under the banners of Steelland and the Imperial Court, lowered their spears and scythes, and slashed into the chaos army that was busy attacking the chariot camp. In the blink of an eye, flesh and blood flew everywhere, screaming incessantly, and the hunters who had just been triumphant became prey.

The warrior who shot the Chaos Witch into the dust with an arrow was none other than Baron Fischer of Nastirran. The middle-aged high-ranking raven knight did not rush to charge, but drew his yew magic longbow and shot the Kugans in the chaos with arrow after arrow. A magnificent rose seal of black and purple rose from behind him, like a sacred raven spreading its wings of death. Black ripples swirled around his arrows, like magical gems protruding from the deepest part of the night sky.

The eyes of the furry Chaos Rhino were pierced by an arrow, and they frantically dragged the chariot around; the hundred-man captain waving the flag was shot in the throat, and the people led the flag to the ground screaming miserably; the witch casting the spell was shot through the chest, and the black-robed Chaos apprentices were pierced through! Baron Fischer's magic arrows were like beads and thunderbolts, bringing fear to every Kugan with the magic fluctuations of Moore, the god of death and sleep! Two attendants wearing raven masks constantly replenished him with arrows, and the movements of the three of them were as tacitly as perfect notes.

"Your Excellency Fischer's archery skills are really unheard of, his firepower alone is like half an army, is this the strength of a high-level imperial knight?"

Hyde swung his sword and slashed down the two panicked Chaos Cavalry in succession, and he couldn't help but marvel at Fischer's divine might. In fact, Fischer's targets were all high-value Chaos War Beasts, mid-to-lower-ranking officers, and shrine maidens, and his thunderbolt-like magical black arrows could penetrate almost any defense. In this situation where the sharpshooter baron has no arrows, and those who are hit by the arrows are either killed or wounded, the Chaos officers have no time to command. So the forces of Chaos were completely disorganized, and it was almost impossible to organize a decent resistance. Hyde and the others took advantage of the momentum to slash and kill, and soon the enemy they fought retreated.

"Lord Fischer, he won the Young Ranger Master sent by the Elven Court in archery at the Imperial Knight Martial Arts Tournament eight years ago, and even the legendary Shadow Nobles of the High Elves praised his marksmanship and gave this noble Lord the noble Marksman Mithril Badge. It is said that for hundreds of years, there are only a few dozen imperial marksmen in the empire who have been recognized by the high elf shadow nobles, and our noble lord is one of them. ”

A raven rider smiled in response to Hyde's question, his mustache cocked in triumph. The black-armored Raven Knight was also a good marksman, and Hyde saw him lift the skulls of the Chaos Cavalry eighty paces away with a single arrow. But the bearded knight's words of Baron Fischer were indescribably indescribably yearning and reverence! In a sense, this could show how much the sharpshooter Baron Stillland was adored by his men.

"Your Highness, beware of the troll's sneak attack!"

Frey's slender and eager voice rang out, and the beautiful black-haired girl swung her sword at Hyde's side, golden vine crest and brown maple leaves of light shining brightly with the blade. A gray troll strewn with arrows and bullet marks leaped up from its lurking place, and slammed into Hyde with a three-hundred-pound black iron mace as if it had swooped down on a hill.

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