"My Lyga, you speak my heart, don't worry, I'll show you my courage, but now is not the time. ”

Analaire laughed, kissed the dark elf on the cheek, and then jerked to his feet, exposing his burly body to the moonlight. His muscles are very toned, and the strange purple snake tattoo on his skin coils from his chest to between his legs, and if you pay attention to it, you can see that the eyes of the demon snake are shining strangely in the middle of the pectoral muscles----- which are a blue gem set into the skin. In fact, his arm was set with the same gem on the left and right, beating like life in the moonlight.

"I look forward to the career of my beloved champion warrior, and the glory of Salis will surely bless us. Lyga of the city of Dietes will always be with you until the moment when we become princes, until the hour of eternity. ”

The naked dark elf shrine maiden also stood up, pressing her perfectly curved body against the broad chest of the Slaanesh Chosen One, her lips meeting the Chosen One's cheek once more, her slender fingers running over the bulging pectoral muscles. At her feet were the white carcasses of the dark elves lying upright, some of them waking up like soft snakes to their master's laps again, and many misty eyes gleamed with lust and longing.

The frenzied clouds and rain in the forest continued in the moonlight, and purple clouds of smoke and fragrance rose in all directions, dyeing the birch forests of the northern country with a layer of lust. The two Transformed Chaos Servants stood silently on either side of the suitcase, as silent as solidified steel statues, only a faint white gas rising from between their lips, indicating that their lives were still there. They were once human, but now they have been transformed into a tool of slaughter that has lost all emotion and is no longer recognized, the Servants of Chaos.

The black copper-rimmed suitcase at their feet was about six feet long and two feet wide, with sea serpents carved on the edges, bronze chains and skull clasps. Layers of purple and black flesh filled the chest, with scales and tentacles, and a large scar that showed signs of flame burn. And in the middle of the flesh and scales is a beautiful body as smooth as a jade carving, like the legendary sleeping beauty.

She slept quietly in the strange suitcase, purple and black scales covered her limbs, revealing only a seductive and perfect naked body in the middle, her long flowing blue hair hanging low, and there seemed to be a trace of tears on her long eyelashes. The beautiful curves extend from the erect crisp breasts to the lower abdomen, and the white skin is like a soft jade carving, slowly rising and falling with the faint breathing. The purple-black demon snake tentacles circled her smooth shoulders, extended to the bottom of the gold and silver thorny collar on the jade neck, and then fused perfectly into one, forming a touching beauty.

The moonlight shone on her soft cheeks, shone on her soft lips, and her face could be clearly seen, it was a surprising identity--- she was none other than Lesya, the Chaos Dancer who was devoured by her master, the transformed Slaanese Chosen One, in the Battle of the Garrison!

Everyone thought she was dead, but she miraculously didn't, and Tiggle's body turned into a strange protective cocoon that protected her body, leaving her to sleep like a hibernation. It may have been the proud Chosen One's last gift to his lover before he died, and Tiggal was indeed an unusual Knight of Slaanesh! But was it right or wrong? What fate awaits the sleeping beauty in the future? No one can answer, and no one can judge or answer.

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Two days after the small turmoil in the Kharkiv Castle, a mighty army that stretched for more than two leagues walked in battle formation on the steppe where the first snow had fallen, like several long snakes advancing side by side, leaving endless black footprints and ruts behind them. The banners of the Imperial Court, the Elector, the Kislev, the Tyrier, and the flags of the Frontier Duchy and the Mercenaries flew in the sky above the army, adding a touch of color to the desolate and lonely snowfield.

In the middle of their procession were wagons with canopies, flanked by spearmen in hundreds. These soldiers were heavily armored warriors, dressed in wrought iron cuirasses with ribbons, feathers, and various heraldic insignia, and wearing various iron helmets with feathers or red tassels, and marched side by side in a strict marching array of five men. Dense lines of spears and halberds shook on their shoulders like woods, and the sharp spearheads and halberd blades gleamed in the afternoon sun.

The spearmen were surrounded by two columns of musketeers, most of whom wore no armor and were dressed differently, except for the muskets on their shoulders that were roughly the same as the leather powder bottles on their chests. Most of the soldiers of the empire wore colorful leather jackets with wide sleeves, wide-brimmed soft hats with feathers, and swords and short daggers hanging from their waists. The warriors of Kislev, dressed in red tunics and cylindrical fur hats, leaned their terrifying melee weapons as stands--- Crescent axes and long-barreled muskets on their shoulders, sometimes silent, sometimes all in a long chorus, and the vigorous singing of the hearts of the people.

In front and behind the musketeers were the world of crossbowmen, and the Imperial crossbowmen, who were also dressed in colorful leather jackets like the musketeers, marched in a wide column similar to the spearmen, but they were much more scattered, and there was no strict order among the musketeers. They carried all kinds of crossbows, longbows and quivers, long swords or scimitars stuck in their waists, and some carried large shields like turtle shells, which were used as brackets for crossbows. There was no Lady Keighrie in the procession on foot, for every Ugol who was adept at wielding a horned bow was inseparable from his horse.

Selected swordsmen were in groups of three or five among the crossbowmen, their long feathers on their flapped hats as if to shout proudly about their differences. The elite of these infantry were dressed in knightly heavy armor and carried a one-man-tall two-handed broadsword on their backs, while others wore light leather armor reinforced with chains and heart goggles, and carried small round steel shields engraved with magical runes and one-handed swords with wide or curved blades. They were the best melee infantry in the Empire, paid two to three times as much as spearmen, and were mostly good at horseback combat, and could be used as reserve knights in times of need. In fact, there are many selected swordsmen who have become knights because of their bravery, and there are many of them in every war.

About fifteen paces to the outside of the infantry lined up in four columns of cavalry, thousands of horses' hooves showing traces of ash and earth between the yellow blades of grass and the white snow, long spears and colourful flags fluttering above their heads. Most of them were Ugol warriors from Kislev, but with a small number of Imperial knights and cavalry, they were deployed in squadrons of 100 men to serve as escorts on both flanks of the infantry.

These cavalrymen numbered about 1,000 people, accounting for nearly half of the entire army, and the long queue was endless, but each had its own characteristics. None of Kislev's hardy horses wore armor, and the Ugours rarely wore armor, only wearing a thick leather cloak behind their backs for basic defense. Known for their excellent bows and arrows and fast horses, the Ugol warriors sought speed, and wind and gallop were their best armor. The knights and squires of the empire were all dressed in plate armor, holding twelve-foot-long heavy spears, and even the tall war horses were wearing plate armor, and slowly advanced like shining walls of steel.

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