"I can be your princess, but you have to show me your kingdom, and I didn't say that you are not a good man, but you admit that you are not a good man!"

The humorous dwarf Bhaskar is talking to a small girl with a red fur cape. She poked her head out of the side of the carriage, her full chest swaying like waves, the short sword in her hand glittering, but her words were full of playfulness, almost not like she was on the battlefield.

Her face is very beautiful, with traces of elaborate makeup, and her hairstyle is quite exquisite, and she looks like a noble lady. But the brown hair with gold under it, and a little red at the ends, it seemed that the dyed hair color and the strange dress added a layer of funny look to her. The bare-chested pleated dress was tied with the mercenary's short leather armor, the black suspenders that exposed the white thighs were covered with old knight's knee pads, the white and black lace stretched haphazardly from the armor of the arms and the red cowhide collar with silver nails, and the bright red wide leather cloak and the little top hat with unkempt feathers were indescribable!

"With my runic talent inherited for thousands of years, and with me, a noble dwarf prince, are you still in a hurry about what kingdom? My glorious road to recovery has already begun, you can't be too shallow!"

Baska retorted with a laugh, but at the same time an arrow slammed into his old severed helmet, sending out a loud clatter of gold and iron. But the young dwarf only took a step back, and then immediately threw out a hand axe, and miraculously struck the head of the Kugan cavalry dozens of paces away, and the wounded horse neighed and fled with its hapless master, and knocked over several horsemen beside it.

"Enemies who dare to attack His Highness Bhaskar, whether he is a rat, a goblin, a greenskin, or some Chaos Legion, will all be cursed! This is the power of the lucky rune that my Highness has passed down for thousands of years! Lucy, shouldn't you say something when you see the heroism of my future king?"

The sturdy dwarf in the severed helmet triumphantly brandished his pistol and tomahawk and whistled at the girl on the side. He was almost surrounded by a pile of tattered weapons, ready to draw a handful to use. In fact, the carriage seemed to be a blacksmith's repair shop with the army, so His Highness Bhaskar was well armed.

"I remember that His Highness Bhaskar also engraved a lucky rune on my mascot doll five days ago, which is said to have been passed down for thousands of years, and this rune is said to keep us from encountering disasters for a long time, and there are many probabilities of heavenly happiness. But as a result, the current situation is the happiness of the lucky rune! His Highness Baska's rune skills have broken my pure girl's heart!

The girl named Lucy grumbled loudly, her tone stretched long, adding a touch of lightness to the battle in the smoke of war. Almost as soon as the words fell, the funny girl suddenly flipped up her cloak and fired five or six arrows with a small wheel crossbow, which was immediately met by a Kugan light rider who was charging with a spear. At the same time, the spearmen also overturned several Kugan horses that were approaching, and the situation was temporarily eased.

"Oh my God, are human women so ungrateful!I need to put this note into the ancestral book of hatred of my Highness Baska! You see, we are still safe and sound in such difficult circumstances, isn't that enough to show how good my lucky rune is? Besides, don't you say that you are the second red card of the Rosethorn Royal Tavern Clubhouse, and that it costs a third of the gold florin to spend a night with you? When did this become an innocent and pure girl again?"

The dwarf, who called himself His Highness Baskar, jumped up again, like a puffed bear. He quickly reloaded the musket, and in a complaining and humorous tone, he teased the girl who was riding in the same wagon with him. The howls of wild beasts and the screams of men came and went, and every now and then stray arrows were fired at the walls of the carriage, but the young dwarf with his severed horned helmet and goggles faced it as if he were blind, and his humorous voice made one laugh out loud.

"First of all, some of your 'Book of Hatred' has been sold by you to an antique dealer for wine and ham three months ago, so your dear Highness Bhaskar can only record this hatred in your panties! Finally, I must also point out that it was the bravery and composure of His Excellency Andrew who saved us, and the tragic runes of His Highness Bhaskar were of no use!"

As soon as the dwarf Baska finished speaking, the girl in the red leather cloak also jumped, her long curly hair, half brown and half blonde dancing beautifully and strangely. A series of playful, heavy notes spat out from her lips like a hammer to the proud and humorous dwarf, and at the same time, her hands were not idle, and the speed of reloading the repeater was almost as fast as that of her happy enemy.

"Tall Lucy, you and the fortunate Highness Bhaskar are a match made in heaven by the gods, and I am so moved that I almost cry. When you ascend the throne and celebrate your wedding in the Rock Hall of the New Kingdom, remember to ask me to be your witness, and be sure to have the real first-class wine of Black Rock Mountain, because the counterfeit wine that His Highness brought me last time made my brothers and I have a day of diarrhea. As for the position of Generalissimo of the mercenaries that His Highness Bhaskar promised me before, I am not in a hurry for the time being. Finally, please be careful to stay hidden, because the enemy's arrows are coming again. ”

The leading army sergeant, Andrew, ended the show with his calm and humorous voice, and then disappeared behind the baggage carriage like lightning, and easily pulled the awakened spearman Jim into the safe zone. Almost instantly, a rain of arrows rained down on the small position and the crowded wagon, with a chaotic war cry and howling wind.

In fact, the girl named Lucy was right in one sentence, because Andrew was the one who saved them from that great collapse. It was a miracle that the brave and calm leader of the leader managed to lead his group to retreat into a mass of baggage wagons at the moment when the phalanx collapsed, and joined up with Baska and the others to fight off a wave of Chaos cavalry.

In the midst of the chaotic smoke, Andrew gathered some other scattered infantry and relied on a dozen baggage wagons to form a rudimentary defensive formation. An Imperial Sigmar Battle Priest who suddenly woke up after being wounded and a dozen or so longbowmen joined them, making the small defense even stronger. It seemed that the command should have changed hands, but the noble warlord had almost run out of oil, and after killing the two Kuganjia horsemen in a frenzy, he vomited blood again and fell into a coma. Therefore, the highest person responsible here is still this thirty-year-old chief sergeant, and what his halberd points to is simply the light of hope!

Of course, Andrew is not a man who can perform miracles, and this fortunate defense has a premise. Because the Chaos cavalry were in a hurry to pursue the defenseless rout when the phalanx was broken, they did not pay much attention to this small remnant of the position. There were no banners and no richly dressed knights, and the Kugans were not interested in loot, preferring to attack the remnants of knights and better-decorated carriages. In addition to the love of peeling off the human skins and skulls of warriors as decoration, the Chaos Kugans also have a fanatical pursuit of gold, silver, and fine workmanship.

In addition to the first reason, the more important premise is that the infantry of the coalition forces still has a large force of resistance. When the pursuit was over, more of the main Chaos cavalry was attracted by the fierce fire of the southern phalanx of the main position of the coalition army, which was composed of the elite soldiers of Tubaro, leaving only a small number of cavalry to continue to sweep the remnants of the chaotic position. This is the fundamental reason why Andrew and others were able to survive, because the balance of power is the iron law of most wars.

But all this was destined to be short-lived, because a pair of keen eyes had already noticed here. With a shrill whistle, the Chaos Light Riders dispersed in both directions, and a huge figure loomed out of the cloud of smoke, his sharp and eerie voice tearing through the air like the neighing of a viper.

"Stubborn unbelievers, are you the ones who hid the metal girls?

The cold, murderous voice swept through the hearts of every warrior, and a hunchbacked Chaos wizard in a cloak of broken bones and colored fur sat on the shoulders of a troll, sweeping away the smoke and dust and walking towards the small ring. Many shadowy hooves followed, and the waves of chaos magic spread eerily. Between the carriages, the eyes of some of the infantry couldn't help but flash back, because they knew that the wizard had seen through an important secret. Andrew, on the other hand, clutched his halberd tightly and said nothing, the brave sergeant's expression was like solidified steel.

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Note 1,

The "florin" mentioned by the dwarf Bhaskar was a popular currency in the Old World of Warhammer in the Middle Ages, and one gold florin was approximately equal to 3.6 to 4 grams of gold, depending on the fineness and region of production. And a silver florin is worth one-tenth of the value of a golden florin. Eighty to a hundred coppers can be exchanged for a silver florin. Silver florin and copper are mainly used in daily life, and gold florin is used in bulk trading.

Note 2,

The Book of Hate is a sign of vendetta against the dwarves, and with the exception of the oldest and most sacred version of the palace of the High King, each kingdom, or each independent realm, generally has its own book that records the enemies and hatred of the dwarves.