Just as the fierce battle on the snowfield of the northern country was about to enter the most **, there was a large army galloping on the wasteland avenue twenty-five leagues away in the south. They had a lot of horses, two or three horses for each rider, but most of them were thin, which seemed to be the reason for the long and hasty march. Thousands of horses' hooves kicked out the snow dust on the snowfield, and the wheels of the mighty and fast carriage shook violently, like a rushing tide.

This force was pure cavalry, without a single infantry, and even the baggage corps were all two-loaded, fast four-wheeled carriages, marching at a much faster pace than the Imperial coalition troops that had passed here not long ago. They marched side by side in three battle-ready columns, each consisting of two columns of cavalry, and the ranks that stretched out were not in sight. Many neat blue banners with golden tassels fluttered above their heads, embroidered with silver galloping frostwolves and warhammer coats of arms, the emblem of the emperor [***] god Ulrik the white wolf.

The horsemen were well armed, almost all dressed in elaborate full-body plated gold armor or heavy three-quarter armor, with embossed sigmar and ulrik coats of arms shining on the cuirasses. Most of them were strong, muscular men with short, dense beards, and blue or gray eyes that shimmered under their lowered helmets. Broad-bladed swords and finely crafted muskets hung from their waists, spears were set up like woods that rippled in the wind, white and gray fur cloaks were stirred like wings by the cold wind, and Gothic diamond-shaped heavy armor was like a steel wall on the strong chest of the horses.

"General Chris, the smoke clouds in the distance are rising high, and this should be the battlefield where our friendly forces and the enemy are fiercely fighting. His Highness Hyde should be there, too. ”

A gentle, eager voice rang out at the forefront of the army, owned by a tall woman on a black warhorse. Her armor was exquisite, trimmed with intertwined vines and ears of wheat, and its polished black surface shone with dark magical lines. This dark and ornate plate armor is tight-fitting, brilliantly outlining her slender and graceful curves, exuding an alluring aura.

"Yes, the smoke clouds in the distance are urgent, and there is a faint sound of cannonballs, and I think we need to speed up. ”

The big man, known as General Chris, saluted the tall female with a solemn salute, his heavy white armor rattling. His mount was a muscular half-griffon, clad in the same gold-trimmed breastplate on a white background, with a constant white air rising from under the unicorn armor studded with the Ulrik coat of arms. That's about the reason for the rush.

"Yes, the battle situation waits for no one. We need to be faster. How about letting your lieutenant Patrick, lead the wagons and a battalion at a high speed, and we will speed up with the two best battalions and the core knights?"

The black-armored female knight tugged at the reins of her horse and replied simply. Her long brown hair fluttered under her wolf-shaped helmet in the cold wind, with infinite excitement and a faint sadness. Her visor was pulled low, revealing only her soft lips, but her amazing beauty could be seen in the soft curves of her face.

"My noble lady, this battlefield is dangerous, let's just come. I don't think you need to take the risk yourself, because we all understand how important you are to Your Highness. ”

General Chris leaned down from his majestic half-griffon, and there seemed to be a peculiarity in his tone.

"Dear General Chris, I understand your doubts, but you should know that I was the chief armed maid of Her Royal Highness the Princess seventeen years ago, and you should also know what Her Royal Highness means to me. As for the question of whether I can protect myself, I believe that the only person who knows best about this is His Royal Highness the Elector. ”

The voice of the black-armored female knight was gentle, but there was an undeniable firmness and burning momentum in that gentleness. With that determined voice, the dark green eyes under her wolf-shaped armor flashed with flames, and faint magical fluctuations emanated from her slender body.

"The Glorious Spear of Mirmidia will not identify with the delicate and useless, it is also my honor to be able to use the weapons of Her Royal Highness the Martial God Princess, I will bring His Royal Highness the Elector's heart to His Highness Hyde, I think that is also the wish of Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

The black-armored female knight raised her weapon, a two-headed spear that shone with tricolor brilliance, red feathers hanging gracefully from the hilt of its ornately patterned Mithril spear, with a holy and familiar aura.

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