This winter, the entire Duchy of Bavaria was turned into a massive war machine.

The heart of this machine is the city of Lille.

Lille, long since lost the spotlessness of the Grand Duke's wedding, is now noisy, filthy, and crowded. In the cold wind, there will be a strange smell.

Convoys transported supplies from the Duchy and Allies to the city of Lille, where they were hoarded, distributed, and transferred to the front. The warehouses in Lille were already full of grain, dried meat, forage, and armor. The heavy wagons not only turned the snow into snow, but also crushed the road. Except for the city where the Grand Duke's Mansion is located, the main roads of the other districts are muddy all day long, and the crowds of vehicles push and shout at each other, interspersed with the cries of children.

Wars are not all romantic.

The first thing that makes this feel so much to the citizens of Lille is that the prices of all food and alcohol are skyrocketing. The wealthy can also ignore the skyrocketing prices and continue their extravagant habits. But in the topic of banquets, the price of a certain brand of red wine has doubled, and the whisky of a certain year has been out of stock, and so on, has begun to take over.

Ordinary people really feel the hardships of life. Instead of thinking about whether or not they would eat better, they racked their brains to figure out how they could fill the family's stomach with a limited amount of silver. The price of bread has doubled, and cheese has risen by almost the same amount. Cured meats with a local flavor are already sky-high prices for them.

The harshest side of the war existed outside the city of Lille. There was a large open space tightly fenced off with a curtain.

There, there is a makeshift morgue where the remains of the fighters are kept.

The morgue was so large that more than 300 bodies could only occupy a small corner when placed in it. The morgue guards are veterans of many years. But every time they entered the morgue, they always had a look of fear on their faces that could not be concealed. No matter how outsiders asked, they wouldn't say what exactly was in the morgue.

The veterans guarding the morgue knew that the morgue was only the first batch of corpses. The war has just begun, and there will be a steady stream of corpses transported here in the future. Just by looking at the scale of this neon morgue, one can guess the estimate of war damage from the upper echelons. That's going to be a chilling number just to think about!

But these veterans are used to the bloodshed of the battlefield, and now that it is winter, the morgue will not have the stench and bloody smell of the sky, and for them, this should already be considered heaven.

What terrified them deeply were the corpses that would not have caused them to react at all!

Beneath the white cloth, there were more than a hundred corpses that looked like charcoal. More than 100 bodies were mutilated. Even the corpses with complete parts can be seen to be mysteriously torn into more than ten pieces, which are completely put together later, and even the hands and feet of some corpses obviously do not belong to the current owner!

In contrast, normal corpses are pitifully rare.

The eyes of the veterans subconsciously avoided these corpses, and they didn't even want to think of them in their hearts, just because of the horror of the makers of these corpses!

Those were two forbidden names, Archmage Hiero and Grand Karcist Lhasa.

The incredible power of the Archmage is a nightmare for all soldiers. In the face of the overwhelming horror magic, even the battle-hardened veterans seemed so small and helpless. They are completely unable to resist the power of the Great Magic Master's magic, and they are completely unable to escape the scope of magic.

All they could do was wait for death to come and pray that it would not be too painful. Being able to keep a whole corpse is already a luxury.

The war between the Seven-Power Alliance, led by the Duchy of Bavaria, and the Rhine League finally began a month ago. In an impassioned declaration of war, the Archduke of Bavaria accused Louis IX of seducing the evil Banshee Elesis and turning him into a demon!

From this date, the Duchy of Bavaria officially broke away from the Rhine League and declared war on the League. To the attention of the entire continent, the Pope personally attended the ceremony and blessed the first soldiers to go to the front.

This is tantamount to a statement of alliance with the Duchy of Bavaria!

This day was the first time in the history of the Church of Light that it was officially involved in a secular war. Receiving this information, the great powers immediately began to assess the situation after the annexation of the Rhine Confederation by the Duchy of Bavaria. In this war, no one will be optimistic about the prospects of the Rhine League, and even if the three empires confront the Church of Light head-on, the outcome is difficult to predict, not to mention that the Rhine League is only a second-rate power? After the split of the Duchy of Bavaria, it can only be regarded as a third-rate power at best.

At the beginning of the war, the nobles of all the principalities were excited, and they seized every possible occasion to attack Louis IX, the ally of the dark devil, mocking and satirizing them to the fullest, and then fluttering in the adoring gaze of the noble maidens, and issued countless victorious declarations against the infidels.

Large numbers of noble sons and daughters put on the most splendid armor and demanded to join the army to conquer the infidels through various connections. But to the disappointment of these hot-blooded young people, no matter what kind of relationship they trusted, they would all be vetoed when they arrived in the Grand Duke's Mansion. It is rumored that in the initial period of the war, the principality will no longer conscript any nobles into the army in addition to the existing army.

This rumor was like a spark, and it quickly ignited the anger of all the aristocratic youths who were interested in making a fortune on the battlefield! They flocked to the Grand Duke's mansion and demanded a reasonable explanation.

The battlefield was originally a stage for aristocratic youth, and this kind of winning war was an opportunity that every nobleman would strive for. How can such a grand event keep them aside?

It was Catherine who calmed the anger of the hot-blooded aristocratic youth.

When the first beauty of the royal capital appeared at the gate of the Grand Duke's Mansion, the noisy crowd immediately became silent.

Her elegant face is so perfect, and the noble temperament inadvertently revealed in her gestures is the ultimate that a most elegant nobleman can dream of. Every tiny ornament on her body is fashionable or quaint, and it can be a model of aristocratic clothing.

Catherine smiled in front of the fiery eyes of countless aristocratic youths, and her condensed and mellow voice once again drove these young people crazy.

"Dear gentlemen, you are the youngest elite of the Duchy of Bavaria, the cornerstone of the Duchy's existence, and the only hope of high society! As we all know, at this moment, there are waiting for the public [***] team on the front line, not only the powerful enemy [***] team, but also the mysterious and unpredictable Great Magister!"

The young nobles were agitated, and they cried out to make a way to the Archmage with their own blood and flesh! One of them must plunge his sword into the heart of the Archmage and offer it to Catherine.

Catherine smiled, and pressed her hands down slightly, calming the enthusiasm of the young people a little.

"I have never doubted your loyalty and bravery! But you are the nobles, the principality, and the great duke's all hope! You, the youngest elite of the principality, cannot be hurt needlessly. Even if there is a temporary setback in the principality, as long as there is a fire left, one day our anger will burn in the land of the infidels! Therefore, honorable gentlemen, do not sacrifice lightly! Hone your wisdom and sword skills, the war is far from over, I promise you will have enough opportunities to use your sword to win your glory in the flames of war!"

The aristocratic youths were enthusiastic when they heard this! They shouted wildly, raising their swords again and again.

Finally waiting for them to calm down, Catherine said gently, "But, honorable gentlemen, I have a small request! I beg you to return from the battlefield in good condition, and I hope to have such glory that I can receive the spoils of war that you have brought back with your own hands!"

The grassland in the hearts of the aristocratic youth was completely ignited by this spark!

Although they still can't go to the battlefield, their vanity and self-esteem are greatly satisfied. The most precious loyalty of the nobles also has a place.

Recognized as the first beauty of the royal capital, the embodiment of nobility, elegance and perfection, Catherine Rocherio, on this day became the object of the allegiance of countless noble youths. The ancient chivalry is once again on the rise in the Duchy of Bavaria.

The war has been in a stalemate for half a month, and although there are no soldiers killed in the battle, batches of wounded soldiers who have returned from the front have calmed down the enthusiastic nobles. With the exception of St. James's Cathedral, where the Pope lived, almost all the chapels were filled with wounded soldiers waiting to be treated. The priest of the Church of Light uses light magic to heal quickly and well, but a senior priest can't use healing techniques a few times a day. These valuable spells are used to heal the injuries of seriously wounded soldiers before they worsen. The work of healing will be entrusted to the doctors who are proficient in medical skills.

The coalition army, led by Marshal Rocherio, was desperately held out of the Levin League's fortress of Mullen. In a tentative attack, Lhasa and Hierro's large-scale magic easily sent the more than 200 soldiers who rushed to the front back into the arms of the Supreme God. The heavy-handed Marshal Rocherio was no longer willing to attack easily, and simply besieged the fortress of Malen outside the magic range.

The stalemate soon caused the nobles of Lille to lose their interest and enthusiasm. Civilians have also gradually become accustomed to wartime life, and they can already sleep as usual to the noise of carriages and soldiers.

At dawn, in the Grand Duke's palace, Catherine rose from her large desk and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking in the direction of the Rhine League.

When the door opened, two beautiful maids walked in softly, each holding a thick stack of papers on the pile of papers on the left hand side of the desk. A maid picked up the document on her right hand that had been approved and quietly exited the room. The other maid took a snow fox cloak and draped it over Catherine's body.

"Lady Catherine, you must take care of yourself! Most people haven't gotten out of bed now, and you've been working for two hours!

Catherine's face was always a smile of nobility, elegance and perfection, and there was no trace of tiredness at all. She reached out and gently pinched the maid's face, and this very ambiguous and frivolous action became very noble in her hands.

"What are you afraid of? This child is destined not to be an ordinary person with the blessing of the Pope himself! You have been with me for so long, don't you know me? How can work make me tired! Without this, life is really boring! You see, in this direction, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and there are countless people. Their fate will soon be in my hands. If I am happy, their lives will be happy, and if I am angry, they will endure hunger and fear!

Catherine's eyes showed a rare frenzy, and at this moment, she had completely left her reserve. Her hands subconsciously grasped the maid's round, smooth shoulders, and her pointed nails sank deep into the flesh. However, her gaze had already been cast into the distance, and that gaze had crossed the Rhine League, and there was no end to it......

The maid trembled instinctively as she listened to Catherine pour out her thoughts.

Catherine noticed her strangeness, chuckled, and said softly: "You're afraid of hearing too many things, aren't you? You're very well-behaved, you've never said a word nonsense, and you're timid, so you won't be the same as them." How could I be willing to lose such a lovely little thing as you? Alas, talent is hard to find, and a good maid is much harder to find than a brave knight! Moreover, how could I not know that you are really good to me?"

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a maid reported: "Lady Catherine, the Marquis of Tamaleton is waiting for your summons. ”

"Let him in!"

The Marquis of Tamaleton had been an assistant to the Grand Duke of Bavaria on the military side for more than twenty years. Now he was over half a hundred years old, short and stocky, and there were few hairs on the top of his head, shining with shiny oil. At first glance, it looks like an old aristocrat with an excessive wine color. But Catherine put on a perfectly reserved and respectful expression, and this respect is not hypocritical, but truly respectful from the heart.

Tamaleton handed Catherine a few thin sheets of paper, and said, "Dear Lady Catherine, I have consulted all the information about Lord Opherok, and have taken out some that may be of interest to you. You see, if there is something you are not satisfied with, I will prepare a more detailed one for you. ”

Catherine frowned slightly, quickly finished the pages, and looked up, "Lord Tamaleton, I am very satisfied with your work. In fact, I couldn't have found a better report. You have told me everything I want to know. By the way, your report says that the two Knights of the Round Table left Lille with the rest of the Knights of the Golden Lion?"

"Yes. The two Knights of the Round Table went to St. James's Cathedral yesterday and are supposed to have met His Holiness the Pope. When they came out, they gathered the eighty-two golden lion knights who were still alive and left the city of Lille. As you know, after the death of Lord Opirok, they announced their withdrawal from the Male [***] team, and received the Grand Duke's consent. They also seem to have the Pope's acquiescence in leaving, so I didn't stop them. ”

"In which direction are they going?" said Catherine, frowning slightly.

"It's to the north, straight to the central mountain range. Lady Catherine. ”

Catherine groaned, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

Her fingers flickered, and Tamaleton's heart tightened immediately.

"His Majesty's Words...... Leave it alone. Gather a thousand elite knights at once, intercept them in front of the Central Mountains, kill them all, and not let any of them into the Central Mountains, and then take their heads to return to me. Even with such an order, Catherine's voice was still gentle and soft, but Tamaleton could not help but feel an irresistible chill.

She scanned the report in her hand again and said softly, "This man named Rogge looks very interesting. Lord Opiroc and the Church value him for a reason. I want all the information about him, and the more complete the better. Also, you can arrange for me, I want to meet Kate in the afternoon. Franco is in Cyrusburg at the moment, right? Find a way to inform him, and I hope to see him here the day after tomorrow. ”

The Marquis of Tamaleton took out a small notebook, wrote down Catherine's orders one by one, and retired.

The maid outside the door whispered softly, "Lady Catherine, Lord Fiore asks to see you." ”

Catherine's eyebrows raised slightly, and she finally said, "Please let him in!"

At the door opened, a figure appeared in front of Catherine like a whirlwind, his voice low and pleasant, revealing surprise and pride that could not be concealed.

"Catherine, the goddess of my dreams! My love for you has never changed since the day I met you! Can you feel the fire in my heart! It was this flame that made me miraculously break through in three months! Look, I am already a Templar! In just three months, I have increased my fighting spirit by a whole level! This is the power of love! Do you believe that I am in love with you now!?"

The man couldn't help but hug Catherine and kiss her on the lips.

Catherine's lips were soft and creamy, and she didn't resist, letting Fiore's fiery tongue dig into her little mouth. But the chill on her lips quickly cooled Fiore's boiling blood.

Fiore let go of Catherine a little panicked, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, under Catherine's cold gaze, this young man who was a genius in martial arts couldn't help but bow his head.

Fiore was tall, with a handsome face with a sinister charm, and long brown and black hair tied behind his head with a black ribbon. He was one of the Pope's bodyguards and had recently qualified as a Templar.

"Dear Mister Fiore, I know what the title of Templar means, and I know that it is a miracle to be able to possess a sixteenth level of fighting spirit at your age. But if you want to subdue a woman like me, who doesn't know martial arts, you don't need any fighting spirit, just rely on your arm strength! You are the right-hand man of His Majesty the Pope, and I have forgotten what happened just now. Now, if you're not prepared to take any further, can I ask you to go out?" Catherine's voice was as cold as ice.

Fiore was completely overwhelmed, his pale lips trembled, and he suddenly knelt in front of Catherine!

"My goddess, please don't be so cruel to me! I dare not ask you to forgive me for my rudeness, but only ask that you give me a chance to serve you! Please give me this chance, I will prove my love for you! You will not find a more loyal knight than me! In any case, please don't shut your heart to me forever, okay!"

Catherine hesitated, and Fiore, seeing that things were turning around, immediately swore desperately.

Finally, Catherine sighed softly and said, "If I am in trouble, I will ask for your help." Is that okay?"

The ecstatic Fiore, fearing that Catherine would be upset again, immediately seized the opportunity to exit the room.

Watching Fiore's figure disappear at the doorway, a light smile rose to the corner of Catherine's mouth. But then the smile vanished, and the room was suddenly filled with the smell of blood, which made her stomach a little restless.

The maid's voice trembled with fear: "Lady Catherine, Lord Kate is waiting for your summons!"

Kate who walked into the room was very different from half a year ago. There was a lot more cangsang in his countenance, and his long hair was casually draped, apparently untouched. Several criss-crossing scars added a murderous aura to his otherwise handsome face.

Strangely, one bloody breath after another couldn't help but emerge from Kate's old armor full of scratches.

Kate stood far away at the other end of the room and said calmly: "Honorable Lady Catherine, I am really sorry, I have killed too many people, and I can't control this strange bloody breath myself. Hopefully it won't upset you too much. Do you have any orders for summoning me, an idler?"

Catherine frowned slightly, stood up and walked over to Kate. With each step, the bloody aura became a little thicker. By the time she walked a step in front of Kate, the bloody breath was as thick as substance, heavy, cold, and slippery, making Catherine uncomfortable. But her face turned white and returned to her perfect smiling expression.

Kate's eyes flashed with surprise, then changed to respect. He bowed, and Catherine could see that this was the real respect.

"How long have you been idle in the city of Lille?"

"Since the dissolution of the Old Lionheart Knights and the Golden Lion Knights, they have been idle and receive some wages. In this one-sided war in front of us, the people above will not let us take the credit. "Kate is very outspoken, having spent so much time in the brutal Lion's Tooth camp that he is no longer willing to bother to cater to the ideas of any powerful people.

Catherine walked up behind Kate, gently stroked the scratches on his armor with her hand, and suddenly asked, "Do you think this war is one-sided? I need to know what you really think!"

Kate was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then replied: "Although the Rhine Alliance has two archmages to help, they still can't resist our attack, and the stalemate in front of us is only temporary. But after the fall of the Rhine League, the real enemy will appear. That's when the real war begins. As for who our enemies are and what the outcome of the war will be, I am in a low position and cannot see so far. ”

"Well, you can see that, it's already a genius. ”

Catherine turned to Kate again, and she stood so close that Kate could feel her breath of Rulan.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the scar on Kate's face, her greasy fingers flowing down his cheeks like mercury. Kate's heart suddenly became a little hot.

Because of this bloody atmosphere that cannot be dissolved, no woman dares to approach him, and Kate is happy to immerse herself in the world of fighting spirit and military strategy. On the brutal battlefield, for them, the knights who are at the forefront of the charge, the stronger the strength, the better the chance of coming back alive.

Kate's heart beat a little, and at such a close distance, Catherine's beauty was unusually shocking. What's more, she was the first woman to completely dismiss his bloody qi as nothing.

Kate then thought of the Grand Duke of Bavaria and kept all distractions out of her mind.

Catherine, as if sensing the change in his heart, withdrew her hand and asked, "How many knights are there in the Lion's Tooth Camp?"

Kate was a little surprised, in the past, the code name of the lion's tooth camp was either garbage or monster, and the glorious title of knight had nothing to do with them.

"And one hundred and fourteen, ma'am. ”

From now on, all the crimes of the Liontooth Knights have been pardoned, and they will be your personal guards from now on. And you, from this day forward, are Baron Kate and Colonel Kate. There will be a thousand new Lionheart Knights at your command. These appointments will be given this afternoon, and you will depart to-morrow to report to Marshal Rocherio and be at his disposal. ”

Kate thought for a moment and asked, "Madam, do you have any special requirements?"

"I would like to see the head of either of the two archmagisers. ”

Kate was silent, and after a moment said, "Madam, I'm only one percent sure. Hopefully, you didn't expect too much. ”

"Ishei has exceeded my expectations. But remember, make sure you come back alive. Catherine's voice was soft and gentle, like a rain.

Kate didn't say anything more, he bowed deeply to Catherine and strode out.

After Kate's heavy footsteps completely disappeared, Catherine clapped her hands, summoned her personal maid, and lightly ordered, "Go and prepare warm water." I have an upset stomach and want to throw up. ”

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