The brief turmoil and encounter caused by a chaos troll came to an end, and the Ugo'er, who had recovered from the huge impact, quickly found the troll's body in the forest a hundred and ten meters away. The monster, which was originally swarthy, turned strangely pale after losing its life, which may have been the special effect of the amethyst spell. Captain Sajerski cut off the troll's head, and he solemnly lifted it up with the two Ugols and hung it between the two empty horses. Either way, a troll's head is a trophy worthy of glory, and it makes sense to give it to Ugol's village.

"Your Highness, this troll's head is your spoils of war with your great uncle. Here I apologize to you for my stupidity. Because I haven't met the great magicians of the Empire, except that I once fought against the Kugan army with the Chaos Wizards under the Duke's banner. I was so impressed by the horror of the Chaos Wizard that I took the liberty of attacking His Highness's noble uncle, which really made me feel ashamed. Please punish me, Your Highness. ”

Captain Saysky took off his fur hat and bowed deeply to Hyde to apologize, the other Ugours had already told him what had just happened, which surprised and apprehended the young captain that he had inadvertently attacked a legendary Imperial Grand Mentor, a shocking fact that really upset the archer, but he was a man of some eloquence, so he immediately apologized to Hyde.

"Your Excellency, this is nothing, because I made the same mistake as you. My uncle's costume was a little scary, and it was a mistake of our own ignorance. Fortunately, you are not injured, this matter has passed, let's go back to the village community, time can not be delayed any longer, we still have to hurry. ”

Hyde grabbed Sajesky's arm, he knew the squad leader well, and there was nothing to mind. The heroic and brave Ugoer are trusted comrades-in-arms, and Hyde likes the surname of the Ugol warriors.

So it was all over, and the small caravan set out on the way back. The Ugol soldiers talked excitedly about this adventure, and it was really something to brag about being able to meet the magic master of the great southern empire up close, not to mention that this great teacher was also a relative of their commander. Ah, and the amazing Imperial Black Griffin, a sacred beast that would not be seen in the whole of Kislev, and now it appeared in front of them at close range, and for a long time to come, it was something that the soldiers could boast about!

Hyde still rode Frey's horse to the end, deliberately distancing himself from the Ugol soldiers. His heart was not at peace, and too many questions swirled in his chest, making him want to be quiet, not wanting to speak, but subconsciously holding the mother's pendant on his chest with one hand, as if feeling its temperature. Frey sat quietly behind him, resting her dark-haired head on Hyde's shoulder, the empathetic girl who understood her lover's heart. At the same time that Hyde was deep in thought in the forests of the northern country, a drama closely related to Hyde was also being staged in the majestic palace castle of the capital of the Duchy of Midland, thousands of miles away, --- the city of Middenheim, and this drama had just begun. The protagonists of the play are also relatives of Hyde, but they are also relatives, and the difference and similarity are incomprehensible

"Well, that's right, Marshal Otlandus's letter is written more briefly, and Mrs. Otlandus's letter to General Lukin is more clearly written, Your Highness, you can browse in detail. The glorious grace of the Valkyrie descended on the heads of the Three Highnesses, the ferocious Slaanesh Chosen fell under his sword, the fog dissipated, the sun returned, and Midlandan added another brave Lord of the White Wolf. This is a great event for the entire Principality, and even more so for you, Your Highness. Do you need a celebratory ceremony, my glorious highness?"

Beneath the majestic and austere white granite-vaulted hall, a middle-aged man dressed in a blue and white embroidered gold-trimmed gown and draped in a red ribbon ended his tirade in a poetic tone, bowed gracefully, and then stood sideways, waiting for an answer from the man he called "Your Highness." Many nobles in robes or armor lined up on either side of the hall, and when the men's words ended, there was a faint noise in the ranks. For it was astonishing news that the well-known waste had been blessed with divine grace and a useless steamer turned into a sword, and that it was not shocking!

"God's grace is something to be desired, but now is a time of military urgency, the soldiers of Midlandland have not returned from the Northland, and the monstrous waves of chaos are besieging Kislev, and the celebration is inappropriate. Let's wait until the soldiers return triumphantly. ”

A heavy voice answered the man's inquiry, not loud, but full of a majestic momentum and demeanor, and the hall was silent for a moment, as if even a needle had dropped, and only the sunlight filtered through the towering window, casting its brilliance silently through the granite vaults.

The owner of the voice sat on a seat of steel surrounded by banners and swords, his black runic armor and silver fur cloak glistening in the midday sun, his short gray hair and gray beard were a resolute face carved from an axe, with several scars of varying shades. He was astonishingly burly, perhaps more than two meters tall, and his expression was as grim as an iceberg, as if he had not been touched by the astonishing news at all.

"By the way, there is one more thing to report to Your Highness, the troops under the command of His Royal Highness have suffered a little setback in the forests of Trumberg in the south, and His Royal Highness has asked for additional troops, preferably to be joined by some Knights of the Holy White Wolf Order. His Royal Highness thought that the number of troops bestowed on him by the Great Rurik of the Temple was too small, and he eagerly pleaded with His Highness to hear back. ”

The middle-aged man in a blue and white embroidered gold-trimmed gown paused, adding unfavorable news after the good news, a general technique for reporting. After saying this, he bowed his head deeply as if he was guilty, as if the "little setback" was caused by him.

"Felix should understand Midland's rules, the loser has no right to make demands, and his opponent is not the Chaos Legion of the Northlands, but the lowly beasts of the woods. The two hundred White Wolf Secular Knights that Rurik had allocated to him were enough, not to mention that he also commanded hundreds of Cheetah Knights and 5,000 Midlandan soldiers, which was enough to deal with the beasts. ”

The black-armored giant frowned, his tone becoming grim. "His Royal Highness's letter details the cunning and rampant nature of the Chaos Beast, and he would like you to see it in detail......"

"Alright, Lambert, you don't have to speak for him anymore. Go and inform Lord Darurik of the Shrine that not only do you not send even one battle monk to Felix, but also take back the two squadrons of white wolf secular knights and transfer them all to the northern front. The decisive battle in the Northlands is about to begin, and the Empire's armies need these warriors. The giant, known as His Highness, interrupted Lambert's speech with a simple wave of his hand, and then replied. "Your Highness, this ......"

The man in the fancy dress named Lambert asked a question with some hesitation, and this answer seemed somewhat unexpected.

"Tell Lord Darurik not to be too accommodating to Felix because of me and Carl! Two hundred white wolf secular knights are redundant, and the prince can't violate Midland's rules. The chaos of the Chaos Beasts is like a feather compared to the decisive battle in the Northlands, and Felix himself should be able to understand the meaning of priorities, and tell Felix to solve the problem on his own, and not to forget the family motto of the St. Midden Holland family! ”

The black-armored giant's unequivocal voice was irresistible, and no one dared to question it anymore. So the man in the sash withdrew knowingly, and the knights and civil officials standing on both sides slowly left, and the entire granite vault became deserted, leaving only the magnificent black-armored giant sitting quietly on the steel throne, staring expressionlessly at the vast sky outside the cloister and columns.

"Your Highness Enrique, I would like to bless the goddess Mirmidia with the earth-shattering news she has brought you. I think that if Her Royal Highness Anna could see this moment, she would be very happy, right?"

A gentle voice broke the silence of the hall, and with this voice, a beautiful woman in a long black dress with white trim gently lifted the curtain next to the throne, and lightly stopped beside the black-armored giant, lifted the corners of her skirt, bent her knees, and made an elegant salute. She has beautiful dark blonde curls and a slender figure, she looks like she is about thirty years old, and her gestures are full of tenderness and affection. As she spoke, her long eyelashes hung down modestly, making her dark green eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog.

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