"What is a metal girl? Is it some kind of gold jewelry? Is it valuable? Ah, the wind brings the stench, this old man who has been spoiled by chaos, can't you take a bath?

Without hesitation, the girl named Lucy stood up from the carriage to answer the Chaos Wizard's question, and the small girl deliberately tilted her head and waved her middle finger confidently as if she didn't care about anything. In fact, she is even shorter than Lala, maybe at most one and a half meters, which is quite a match for the dwarf who is about one meter three tall. However, this girl's figure is well-proportioned and plump, with a slender waist and towering breasts, and the proportions are actually quite good, so she is still very attractive.

"What a powerful tongue, look at your dress, you are an unbeliever's entourage-prostitute-woman, do you know how many variations the torture prepared by the believers of the Most Beautiful God for your unbelievers in the South?

Essar, the chief wizard of the Chaos Kugan army, smiled coldly and waved the deadwood staff he had decorated with alien beast skeletons. Green and purple dots of light and demonic snakes swirled around the skeleton, and flashing magic arrays rose from the troll's feet, casting a special color over the wizard's wizened body.

"That mid-level metal mage destroyed my Chaos Altar, killing and injuring my witch and beloved disciple. Her sins have provoked the wrath of the Kugan warriors, and her body of magic and treasures is the best thing to atone for her sins, and I need to obtain her in its entirety!

The wizard's cold voice tore through the air like a snake and venom, with an astonishing sense of oppression. The small position of the coalition forces suddenly became very quiet, and the noisy battlefield seemed to freeze in an instant.

"As far as the rules of our Kugan are concerned, except for beautiful women, who can keep their lives as playthings and slaves of our army, all unbelievers who dare to resist will be carefully skinned, sacrificed to the holy god of supreme beauty in torture, and then draped over the saddle of the warrior to play its rightful value. This would have been your destination, but I don't want to do it right now. ”

Chaos Wizard Ace Saller paused, then swung his staff to continue his menacing speech. A seductive tone suddenly emanated from his old mouth, with an eerie and breathtaking scent.

"Give me the hidden metal mid-level mage among you, and I will give you the opportunity to believe in the Most High God! When you abandon your hypocritical gods, you will save your small life, and become a glorious warrior of the Kugan army, and have the right to receive booty and prisoners! There will be no more such lenient conditions, I count five, and reply before the end is your last chance. ”

"That's special advice, wizard of chaos!"

The leader, Sergeant Andrew, raised his glittering steel halberd and slammed it to the ground, his voice tinged with contempt. In fact, the old wizard named Essar was right. Catherine, a mid-level metal mage, Hyde's cousin, and the princess of Tubaro, was indeed in this small position! At the moment when the phalanx collapsed, several Tubaro great swordsmen desperately rushed towards the galloping Kuganjia horseman, covering the princess who had exhausted her magic power and was sleeping unconscious. Now she was lying on a blanket behind a carriage, accompanied by several gunners and a singing girl, but she was still unconscious, like a sleeping kitten.

"Oh, that's a great suggestion, what a kind old man, but ---- I'll give you a gift first!"

Lucy, the little singer of the army, suddenly laughed happily, but her movements were faster than her sweet laughter! Almost instantly, a well-wound pulley heavy crossbow somehow appeared under her feet, and the broad-bladed crossbow arrow rushed out of the bow arm like lightning, and shot like a gale towards the wizard a hundred meters away!

"Lucy, you are truly worthy of the princess candidate of my Highness Baskar!

Without warning, the wall of the carriage suddenly flipped open, and three large-caliber muskets and a miniature cast-iron cannon two feet long let out a thunderous roar at the same time, and the air vibrated with Pascal's smug laughter. The young dwarven craftsman and his lover worked together like lightning, and the calcium carbide fire launched a joint assault on the wizard!

"Well done!"

This is the voice of the leading soldier Andrew, with joy and relief. Almost at the same moment, his halberd swung downward, and more than a dozen sharp arrows whistled towards the wizard sitting on the troll's shoulder, intertwining with the sound of a series of muskets, forming an indescribable reverberation.

"Stone above, in my experience, this wizard of chaos must have used up most of his magic power, which is why he will come up with such a shameless face to deceive us. It's a pity that in front of the well-informed His Highness Baskar and my dear little princess, this damn old hunchback is nothing more than a worthless fart! That buckshot has the invincible divine rune of my Highness Baskar, and this foul-smelling old hunchback is going to have a good drink!"

In the smoke of gunfire, the dwarf Bhaskar reloads his ammunition with lightning speed, and talks about his wit with a smile on his face. Although the range of the vehicle-mounted large-caliber cast iron short cannon is very short, the rain of shrapnel within 100 meters is still very lethal. Considering how accurate the dwarven muskets are far more accurate than the human muskets, and with the heavy crossbows Lucy shoots and the longbowmen's arrows, this damn Chaos wizard will definitely be in for a hard hit.

"Damned dwarves and damned unbelievers!"

The Kugan light horsemen, who were on standby on either side, shouted furiously, drew their bows and arrows, and fired at the small position. But the infantry had already hidden behind the carriage in time, and the dense rain of arrows only shot the wall of the carriage like a hedgehog. Seizing the opportunity, Bhaskar fired again with two other loaded muskets, and between the white smoke of the brimstone, the sturdy young dwarf had another victory.

"Wicked unbelievers, you have given up this last chance, have you?"

After a moment of silence, the cold voice of Chaos Wizard Essar rang out again, with a hint of anger. In fact, as Baska had guessed, the old and hunchbacked wizard had indeed exhausted most of his mana in a series of fierce battles, which was the natural rule of magicians. And the fact that Kugan's army had suffered heavy casualties made the wizard unwilling to continue to fight this small but stubborn position, so there was the scene just now. But what the old wizard didn't expect was that his deception and intimidation were exchanged for buckshot, and he paid the price for his rashness.

At that moment of attack, although Essar's troll shielded the old wizard with his arm, the magic pendant he carried with him also served to protect him. But under such dense and fierce fire, the Chaos wizard was still injured, his hat was pierced by a crossbow arrow, his legs were grazed by several shotguns, and crimson blood slowly flowed from his tattered and strange leather coat, looking very embarrassed.

The Chaos Troll was hit hardest, though, with its thick arms and horned head battered like a half-skinned hedgehog by bows and shotguns, but it was only skin wounds. The real blow was a round lead bullet that struck its abdomen, and the red-hot cannonball tore a foot-long bloody wound in its tough abdomen, digging deep into the abdominal cavity and tearing the intestines into a rolling mess of rotten flesh that looked difficult to recover from in a short period of time. Chaos wizard Essar stood at its side, the old wizard's old face full of murder.

"In that case, lowly unbelievers, only torture on the altar can save your souls from being deceived by false gods!

With Essar's angry voice, a smaller Sigil of Slaanesh swirled from his thin palm and slowly slammed into the body of the troll who was struggling in pain. Suddenly, two purple rays of light burst out of the wounded troll's eyes, and a terrifying roar pierced the sky. In the midst of the purple flames, the black troll rose to its feet, brandishing its massive mace weighing three hundred pounds and charging towards the small carriage position. Nearly a hundred Kugan light horsemen, wielding swords, spears, bows and arrows, followed closely behind, their long skull-decorated human skin flags whistling terribly in the wind.

"Hmph, you chaotic damn old turtle, it's useless to skin you! Making a collar for a dog overestimates the value of your rotten bark!"

The pretty girl in the red cloak answered the old wizard's threat without fear, her fine-cut repeater glowing blue-black in her hand. In fact, the shape of this repeater is very special, with a strange meaning.

But Essar didn't answer the little girl's poisonous tongue, and when the Slaanesh sigil disappeared, his energy seemed to be completely gone. Unexpectedly, the hunchbacked old wizard did not throw any demon snake light waves or chaotic flames as he imagined, but turned around and quickly retreated backwards, disappearing into the chaotic and noisy crowd in the blink of an eye.

"Don't hide behind with your shrimp soldiers and crabs? Why did you run away like a moldy mouse? Phew, you freak raised by evil gods!"

The girl named Lucy shot her repeater and cursed at the old wizard who had retreated into the smoke, her voice full of confidence, standing like the goddess of victory on the baggage carriage. Bhaskar and the other soldiers shouted in unison, firing lead bullets and arrows violently. The courage of the little singer stirred everyone's heart, and Jim's hands stopped shaking, because there was nothing to fear, and all the success or failure of life and death could only be decided by his own hands and weapons!