"Your Highness Hyde, Lord Chris Leyson of Midland, loyal servant of the Lord of the Great White Wolf, sixth-ranked champion warrior under the Seat of Sacred Steel Fang, and commander of the Second Wing of the Royal Cavalry of Midland, hereby salute you!"

Chris's words are swift, but his actions are quicker than his voice. Before Hyde could react, the white-armored knight had bent his knees slightly, lowered his head and took the young man's hand. This was the basic courtesy of a vassal to a liege, and it also marked his recognition of Hyde's strength and status, as evidenced by the spectacular scene of Hyde's victory over Abulair the Chosen One, that the nobles of Midland obeyed only the valiant men.

"I would also like to express my deep gratitude to you and your brave warrior for your help, Your Excellency the valiant Lord Chris. ”

After a momentary pause, Hyde bowed solemnly to Chris. The great shock just now still hit his heart, slowing him down by half a beat.

"You are the noble Highness of the Duchy, the brave son of the Wolf Lord, and it is only natural that the warriors of Midlandland should fight for you. So thanksgiving is not necessary, I only care about the wine that celebrates the victory. I hope that Your Highness will personally toast me and the warriors with a drink, and that will be a great honor for everyone. ”

Chris's voice quickly returned to his original flamboyant tongue, and the burly Divine Knight smiled and squeezed his eyes, and his whole body was full of lightheartedness. A large number of white-armored Midland cavalry whistled merrily behind him, and these wild warriors in wolf's clothing seemed to be unruly people.

"I will solemnly salute all the brave warriors. It's just that I remember that I am not His Highness recognized by the noble wolf lord!"

Hyde's voice suddenly turned cold, and the sight of his mother's holy spear reminded him a lot. The sad memories of the forest tore apart his heart all the time, and he felt a great sense of rejection for his father, whom he had never met.

"This ...... Where does this begin......"

Chris was suddenly a little embarrassed, and the mighty Eurek Champion was in a quandary. Hyde's fierce words made him not know what to answer for a while, and he could only subconsciously twist his short beard. It is a well-known fact that the unconscious Hyde was abandoned in the first place, but it would be too embarrassing to mention it now.

"I, Hyde von Midenholland, am now the captain of the Third Death Brigade of the Imperial Court, a soldier of His Majesty the Holy Emperor. I would like to thank you with the utmost respect for your brave subordinates, but I am not the Highness of Midland! for Your Highness is not supposed to be abandoned in the jungle like a dilapidated steamer!"

Hyde's voice echoed in the air with heavy rage, and Chris's reference to a "wolf lord" on the left and a "wolf lord" on the right suddenly angered the most vulnerable part of his heart. He straightened up and gave a solemn salute to the embarrassed general, his thick golden eyebrows twisted tightly together with excitement.

"Of course, you are Your Highness Midland, because you are the most beloved son of Her Royal Highness Princess Martial God! The death of Princess Martial God is the most painful dereliction of duty in my life, please punish me, Your Highness Hyde!"

Something unexpected happened, and the black-armored female knight named Lisa suddenly fell to one knee in front of Hyde. She raised the red feather spear above her head with both hands, her voice filled with deep guilt and sadness. This shocking scene made Hyde suddenly froze, and the angry god suddenly turned into a statue.

"The death of Her Royal Highness the Princess is a dereliction of duty on the part of my personal armed maid. She saved my little life in the sea of dark elf slaughtering blood, but I was not there for her when she needed me most! Rebuke me, my noble highness, but please do not be angry with your noble father!"

There was indescribable pain in her voice, her deep blonde hair dancing in the cold winter wind, the familiar red feather spear in her hand like a beating flame, the sigil of Sharya's holy seal and the three-colored light of Mirmidia glowed like a rainbow, tears flowed gently from the beautiful cheeks of the god who swept away the enemy army like a decaying god, and dripped on the blood-stained ice field with fiery fluctuations.

"Miss Lisa...... You saved my life, please don't say that!"

After a moment of astonishment, Hyde also fell on one knee before the beautiful knight, the familiar breath and gentle voice that made him feel embarrassed. Her deep voice seemed to pierce Hyde's heart, and the affectionate and familiar spear struck his young heart even more. In any case, it was Lisa who had just saved his life, and Hyde was by no means ungrateful.

"Please don't blame your noble father, for His Highness the Wolf Lord is the most beloved person of your noble mother in this life!

Lisa hugged Hyde tightly again, her warm body trembling slightly with excitement, her big emerald eyes welling up with fiery tears. Now Lisa has no military demeanor at all, now she is more like a gentle bird, and the holy seal of Sharya spreads beautifully behind her slender body like an angel's wings, with a sad aura.

The healing power of the goddess of mercy, Sharjana, poured like a warm tide into Hyde's bruised body, stopping the bleeding and healing the wounds like the giant hands of spring caressing the rugged wasteland. But Hyde's heart is intertwined, and it is difficult to describe the feeling at this moment.

He was a smart man, and he had understood from Chris's conversation that Lisa was now quite with his stepmother, but he felt a hint of motherly tenderness in the stepmother's embrace. Resentment towards his father, pain for his mother, gratitude to Lisa, and countless indescribable emotions almost instantly hit his young heart. Facing Lisa's eyes, he suddenly fell silent, the volcano that was about to erupt was extinguished, and could no longer erupt.

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In this way, the battle that took place on December 11, 2880 A.D., came to an end, and the two friendly armies embraced each other in ecstasy on the snowy battlefield where blood flowed and corpses piled up. The small unpleasantness was not noticed by most of the soldiers, and their cheers resounded in the sky in praise of the arrival of the great Midland's elite. Praise the glory of Holy Sigma and Yuric, the god of war.