"Yes, the outstanding chief general of the Duchy of Avalan and the great prince of the Butcher Kingdom are right in a certain sense, because the princess's strategy of concentrating forces is correct, and the castle of Starlund is indeed very important. But in another sense, they were all wrong, because our wise Lord Regent, Her Royal Highness, did not give up on Starlund. ”

The young Kislev nobleman, Marquis Ivanov, also laughed, and the wind-winged officer in a snow leopard fur cloak was in a good mood. Not long ago, he had led 2,000 Kislev cavalry south to meet the northbound troops, and had joined Hyde and Chris on a snowy field forty leagues from Sdallund. In fact, the day after Hyde's coalition defeated Analaire the Chosen One, the coalition army won another outstanding victory in the northwest direction, and the 30,000 coalition cavalry galloped west for 150 leagues, and joined the imperial forbidden army led by the crown prince at the city of Gligino, defeating the 50,000 Chaos army in the east and west, and completely sweeping away the obstacles on the western front.

"This must be the mechanism set up by our great dwarven ancestors, the divine ancestors and gods will always rain stones and gunpowder on the heads of Chaos! The stupid cerebels of the Chaos Devil cannot understand how great those thousands of years old relics are, only the iron alliance of the dwarves --- the human beings with the same wisdom as the dwarves can understand the role of the sacred relics of our ancestors!"

At some point, the dwarven blacksmith Baska--- or "His Highness the Wandering Prince Baska" suddenly joined the conversation. The sturdy dwarf, still wearing his severed helmet, rode on a panting donkey, and expressed his opinion with emotion. He was not tall, but his voice was surprisingly loud, as if a sudden thunderclap had struck.

"Ahh

Before everyone could react, the petite singer Lucy had already jumped up like an angry mongoose and pushed the lyrical Baska off the donkey. She hurriedly bowed around, seeking forgiveness for Bhaskar's offense. Although this petite girl with colorful hair looks like a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, she is actually much more mature and understands some aristocratic exquisiteness and taboos.

"Oh my God! My unmarried princess is so ignorant! Is there anything wrong with me, as the sole heir of the old kingdom, discussing the great victory of our army and the wisdom of the princess regent with His Highness Hyde and His Excellency Ivanov? Look what you are doing, staining my precious dress! How much this will affect the image of my crown prince in front of your noble highnesses!"

The short-haired dwarf shouted in frustration like a puffing frog. Originally, in order to celebrate the grand occasion of this master, His Royal Highness Bhaskar deliberately wiped his armor shining, and hung a red ribbon on his chest, dressed quite beautifully---- at least from His Highness Baska's own point of view. But after falling off the donkey, he was covered in snow, and his precious helmet with broken horns rolled out five or six paces away, and his current image was a little unseemly.

"Your Royal Highness the Marquis of Kislev, these two petite treasures are the pistachios of our troops, a rare model of entertainment, and I have always admired their excellent performances. Because what a rare thing it is to make the Inquisitor happy, you say?"

The tall blazing mage Maria smiled and adjusted the black feathers on her wide-brimmed hat, then slowly instigated her red-armored warhorse to come and join the conversation. Baska's amusing performance with his lover made the red-clad Inquisitor curl the corners of his mouth with a happy expression on his face.

"Miss Maria, you are so humorous, I haven't had time to introduce our wise and brave Highness Baska to Marquis Ivanov. In any case, His Highness Bhaskar and his lover, Miss Lucy, were the heroes who saved my cousin, Her Highness Catherine, and they had many strengths, and they were my friends and excellent warriors, and they were definitely not just acting in theater. ”

Hyde smiled, and he nodded lightly to Maria, then jumped off his horse and introduced Bhaskar to the Marquis of Kislev in front of him with a nice courtesy. Although the young deity didn't believe much in Baska's royal legends, he knew that the funny Baska wasn't that simple. In fact, not long ago, Hyde had already appointed Baska as the acting commander of the artillery squadron, because it was Hyde's criterion to reward meritorious service.

"No matter how humorous your dwarven minions or allies may be, his words are right in a sense. Indeed, the secret of Starlund Castle lies in the mechanism left behind by the ancient dwarves, without which we would not have been able to take back the majestic Starlund so easily. Of course, the miracle of Sdallund was the result of the incomparable courage of Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia, because the spirit of war always protects those who dare to take risks. ”

With this somewhat solemn voice, the Marquis of Kislev, dressed in a snow leopard fur cape, jumped off his majestic warhorse. The tall, thin, richly dressed aristocratic officer solemnly returned the salute to Hyde, his bearded face full of admiring memories, and his smile had been replaced by seriousness.