"Your Highness Catherine, watch all this. It's okay to be afraid, everyone who has seen the blood river corpse mountain on the battlefield for the first time will experience all this, forty-five years ago, I was far from being as calm as you. Although our artillery has suffered heavy losses, the main forces of our army are still fighting on the southern road, let us rush over, because victory is the best mourning for the dead comrades. ”

Cicero bowed deeply to the stunned princess at his horse, his voice heavy and firm. In the melee just now, he was entangled by two Chaos Knights and their squires, and was slightly injured at one point, and it was not until Old Loren arrived that he turned the situation around, so he came a little late. The tragic scene of the collapse of the Chinese army made his mood a little depressed, because the artillery, who had almost completely wiped out the army, had a deeper relationship with him, and they were all selected elites of the Tubaro City Guard.

"Well...... But now I can't seem to use any power, and the magic pendant that my teacher gave me has burst......"

Catherine replied softly to the bearded Edgeworth, her voice confused. In fact, the sequelae of using remote dispel magic for skipping the level are huge. Although she possessed first-class alchemical armor and magical items, she still used up all her magic and physical strength, and I am afraid that she would not have any combat power for a few days. The biggest gap between mortals and the gods is here, and the long-term endurance of the gods is by no means comparable to that of mortals who have not received divine grace. The red-haired princess didn't receive divine grace, and it was a miracle that she woke up so early.

"I can protect you, Your Highness Princess. ”

Something unexpected happened, and Tenan actually took the initiative to pick up Catherine's words. This made Cicero's eyes widen, and Frey glanced at Hyde with a smile, her eyes full of smugness.

"Ah...... This ......"

Catherine's face was red again to the base of her neck, and the delicate girl suddenly became overwhelmed, almost unable to speak, but at the same time she was closer to Tenan, her cheeks pressed against Tenan's majestic body, almost not wanting to part.

"Sister, I think it's the best choice for you to let Your Excellency Tenan protect you at the moment, so let's do it! Your Excellency Cicero, you are also covering on the side! The others will come with me and attack the south road!"

Hyde made the decision almost instantaneously, in fact, he thought it was the best decision. The battlefield was in chaos, with enemy stragglers looming in the smoke. Where can he put his incapacitated sister? Is there a safe place? Tenan has an amazing strength, no less than the strength of old Loren and himself, and there is no safer place than Tennan's side.

And Hyde also vaguely saw that his delicate and dissolute sister seemed to have a special affection for Tenan, which was even better. For the young goddess had been troubled by the constant temptations and teasing of this cousin the other day, and Catherine was his close relative, the granddaughter of his own grandfather. Although Hyde is by no means an ascetic, he has no hobby of his close sisters, and he does not want something to happen with his cousin that should not happen.

And so the brief drama in the middle ended, and Catherine sat down in the saddle of Tenan with a red face, her slender arms covered with gold armor wrapped around Tennan's waist. Tenan's expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened, and the two invincible four-foot hammeraxes were still in his powerful hands. Hyde specially instructed Tenan not to charge too violently as before, and then led Old Loren and the others to run towards the smoky southern flank position.

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"Your Excellency, Vice-Mentor, what's wrong with you!"

In the southern phalanx, which was surrounded by the smoke of sulfur, several heavily armored knights wearing short cloaks of mountain lion skin filled with arrows and holding single-edged crescent moon battle axes shouted anxiously. The red-haired Cheetah Knight Marshall was among them, a look of guilt on his smoky face.

"Brethren, High Sigmar has not intended to summon me, so ...... You don't have to be too nervous. ”

After taking a few breaths, a tall, thick, brown beard of an elderly knight supported himself with his huge sword and struggled to his feet. There was blood on the corners of his mouth, and the cuirass carved with the cross of St. Sigma was also sunken into a large piece, as if he had suffered a minor internal injury.

"Honorable Master Fred, glorious leader of the Mountain Lion. It makes me ...... that you have suffered such a serious injury to my new Cheetah Knight There is no place for shame. ”

The red-haired Marshall hung his head and saluted the wounded middle-aged knight with a knightly salute, his voice full of apologies.

"Don't be a mother-in-law, a student of Dalene, you play well, you command well, you deserve ...... The lions of the mountains have come to defend you! What do you have to be ashamed of? You have made the cunning old fox Daleen owe me a favor, and I want to reward you at once!"

The assistant mentor named Fred glared at Marshall with sharp eyes, and his intermittent voice was mixed with indescribable anger and relief, as if there was a trace of tenderness for his juniors.

"You've learned a lot from Daleen what he does best, and I know that old fox with a cheetah-skin must be very proud! Now, I'm handing over the command of the six Mountain Lion Warriors to you, it's a few, but it's a strength! Take all the skills that the old fox has given you, and let that damn Chaos Kugan taste the power of Imperial tactics!"

Fred stiffened himself and stepped back onto his horse, then swung his sword and tapped it on Marshall's shoulder armor. The old Knights' voice was stern, but the old eyes were full of gleam.

"Master Fred, thank you for your recognition of my glorious teacher! Please take care of your health, Your Excellency Durren is still waiting to drink with you in Kislevgrad!"

Marshall responded with solemn chivalric courtesy, his loud voice echoing across the snowfield.

"Boy, don't talk nonsense! The old fox Dalen's specialty is not nonsense! Take the warriors up, the enemy's retreat is usually temporary!"

The loud voice of the deputy instructor of the Mountain Lion Knights sounded in Marshall's ears like thunder, and the tall and heroic old knight unceremoniously punched Marshall in the chest, a punch with affirmation and expectation. So the red-haired young man did not hesitate any longer, and immediately rode his horse and the mountain lion knights and ran towards the Wuguoer cavalry on the outside of the phalanx.

"Ah, damn old fox Darenne finally has an apprentice who is just as cunning and tactical as he is......!

Fred, the tall old knight, smiled and said goodbye to Marshall, watching them disappear into the crowd. Although his mouth was very relaxed, in the eyes of the old man with a thick beard, there was a kind of intertwined relief and loss that was turning, turning silently.

In fact, the phalanx on the southern flank had been almost broken by the fire of thousands of Chaos cavalry, but Marshall's excellent command of the cavalry changed all that. He commanded the Ugols to shuttle through the Kugan Arrows, always launching just the right counter-attack at the most critical moment, defusing the inevitable surprise of the Chaos cavalry in the maneuver of cavalry and cavalry. The red-haired young man was like lightning, and more than 200 light riders rode like uncatchable electric eels under his sword and banner.

Seeing the important surname of this group of cavalry, Mosul, the 500-strong commander of Kugan, immediately changed the target of the attack. He planned to concentrate his forces on the cavalry first, and then deal with the isolated phalanx. So he did it right away, and it was almost a success, his ferocious lieutenant had blasted into the red-haired boy's side with the chaos troll, and it seemed that he would be able to take the red-haired head off immediately.

But something happened that Mosul didn't expect. A small squad of horsemen, out of nowhere, suddenly slammed in from the flank, and smashed the assault spearhead he was determined to win! A tall knight in the fur of a giant lion mortally wounded his snake-wielding lieutenant with a single blow, and then cut down the last of his trolls. Although the trolls and Chaos Knights paid the damn old fellow, the enemy phalanx took the opportunity to fire a salvo of artillery and smoothbore guns, forming a flanking attack on the cavalry, so Mosul did not want to lose too much but retreated.

"Another general attack? Your Excellency Mosul, the thousand-man commander Sukho has sounded the horn. ”

A Chaos Dancer, who had only a silver chain and a colorful pendant on her plump breasts, approached Mosul, who was heavily armoured, the turquoise and agate woven in her dense braids swayed softly in the wind, and purple seductive smoke flowed on her lips.

"I don't think it's time yet, it's better for us to continue shooting around and drain the enemy's stamina. Victory is already on the horizon, and there is no need for us to pay too much for the lives of the Kugan warriors. Because every warrior on the Prancing Horse battlefield is a precious asset of Lord Analyre, we are responsible for the noble Lord Analyre, which is the embodiment of our loyalty. ”

Mosul lowered his mace and stroked the plump chest of the beautiful Chaos Dancer. His voice was full of high-sounding flavor, but there was an uncertain light in his eyes. Because this Chaos Knight does not want to carry out the orders of a thousand commanders, Mosul has Mosul's own calculations.

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