The Karl army fled back to the camp in a panic to defend it, and waited for a long time without seeing the pursuers, knowing that they had escaped. But there were many wounded in the army, and there were people who laughed maniacally, including not only Allen, but also Carl's future concubine Amber.

After a few moments, Tekochen and the butcher retreated with the severed remnants.

After taking a closer look at their condition, the butcher removed the tiny needle from them: "This is the thorn of the 'blue-leaved thorn branch', which is also known as the 'funny fang', and can laugh for days when pricked by it." ”

"Is there an antidote?" Carl asked.

The butcher replied, "The priests and soul masters of the Shendu may be able to heal ...... with soul magic."

Carl looked at Alan and Soul Sorcerer Amber, who were both looking at him, and the two of them were already laughing so that their limbs were twisted, and four or five people couldn't hold them down: "Is there any other way?" ”

The butcher grimaced, "This may not be the right solution for these two......

"Detoxify first." Karl ordered.

The butcher could only take a few medics out with a solemn expression to prepare medicines. After their efforts, the laughter in the barracks finally faded.

Alan sat up and pressed his cramping abs in pain, "It's a shame for knights that these insidious guys actually use poison!" ”

"Damn, so damn." Amber shook his stunned head, then sniffed around, "This poison seems to have an effect on people's sense of smell as well?" I always feel a foul smell on my body. ”

The medic next to them replied, "That's the smell of antidote." ”

Alan frowned and asked, "What antidote stinks so much?" ”

"Pee."

The screams echoed over the barracks, and they never dispersed for a long time.

……

After a defeat and a splash of urine, Alan and Amber sat in the corner in a depressed mood without saying a word.

To make matters worse, the sentinels had brought in the information: the footprints of a large group of centaurs had been found on the periphery of the camp.

With their wisdom, they would never have thought that this was an illusion created by Lydia with a prosthetic leg, only that they had been surrounded by a heavy burden, and their hearts were immediately panicked.

"No, Karl." Tekexing cheekily stepped forward to persuade him, "According to the intelligence, there are only sparse footprints in the northwest direction at present, so we might as well retreat before their encirclement is completed." ”

Carl glanced at him, and only wanted to scold this grandson in his heart: Why do you want to retreat every day since you came out of Ice Wolf Castle, are you a snail or a turtle?

However, he lost too badly in these two battles, and he really didn't have any position to reprimand Te Kexing, so he could only say stupidly: "These barbarians in the Red Pavilion are proficient in night warfare and have encountered woodland, and if they fight me on the ice field, they will be vulnerable at all." ”

As soon as Karl spoke with a cannon, as if he had achieved a spiritual victory, he called Alan and Amber to discuss the withdrawal of the army.

After hearing this, Alan was calm, and just said: "If you retreat rashly on a large scale, I am afraid that it will attract pursuit, so you have to find a way to stabilize them, and each department will withdraw in turn." ”

"I've learned this theory." Karl said with a stumbling face, "How do you hold it down?" ”

Alan thought for a moment: "There seems to be a 'retreat counterattack' tactic taught in the academy, and it's worth trying. ”

Amber, who was depressed, seemed to regain some spirit when he heard the "counterattack", "Let's listen to it, how to fight back?" ”

Allen took the map: "I will first delay the time with knightly etiquette and the dialogue of the Red Pavilion, and His Royal Highness the Prince and Amber will retreat first and hide on the hillside; Then arrange for two generals, Tekoxing and Butcher, to lead private soldiers to ambush on both sides of the mountain road. ”

Karl frowned, "What about you?" ”

Alan pointed to the front, "I led five thousand people on the front line to pretend to fight with the Red Pavilion army, deliberately losing to them, and then fled to this path." After the main general of the Red Pavilion chased into the path, the two generals came out to cut off the backup, and the prince and Amber attacked from the hillside. ”

Karl nodded, "If they are ambushed like this, they will not dare to chase after them again." Maybe with a little luck, we'll be able to kill their master. ”

The plan was perfect, and Amber's face finally got a look, "Now the question is, how are you going to delay time?" ”

"A fight with them, of course." Alan Dao.

Amber didn't say anything, but he knew very well in his heart: if the "Princess of Gunfire" ended up in person, ten Alan would not be able to stop it. She thought for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "You are also a god, why did you forget such an important thing?" ”

.

At noon, the flag in front of the Karl camp waved, and the drums and horns contended. The Red Pavilion army set up as usual, and with the flag fluttering, Lydia came to the front of the formation with her spear on her shoulder, and cleared her throat, ready to start scolding from the eighteenth generation of Carl's ancestor.

In her opinion: Heads-up before the battle can be inferior to others, but the quarrel must not be lost.

"Karl, you ......" As soon as Lydia spoke, she saw the flag gate of the opposite army open, and a young general with a shield in his hand, a sword at his waist, riding a landing bird and calmly going out alone.

Lydia breathed so hard that she choked a few times before she could barely come to her senses.

After Eren took fifteen steps forward, he restrained the chocobo and sang in the tone of the gods: "The hero in front of you who is shrouded in divine light, but is the 'Princess of Gunfire' Lydia? ”

Lydia was a little surprised that the person who came was a fellow villager of the Divine Capital, so she said aloud: "Lydia, the humble servant of the Divine Light, heard your call, may I ask what is the Holy Name?" ”

"In the lower fourth-order apprentice knight 'Glory Blazing Wave' Alan, may the Holy Light be blessed with you." Alan saluted.

Usually the cavalry on the battlefield is the second to third order, how can they still be "apprentice" knights? Lydia remembered that there were a few people in the Holy Cross Army in the past, who had always called themselves "apprentice" knights.

Later, she learned that those people were all nobles' attendants and did not pass the knightly qualification examination, but in order to allow them to serve the nobles, they could only be given the status of "trainee knights". But later, many squires did not participate in the knight qualification examination under the pretext of this reason, but used this "apprenticeship" to show their identity.

Lydia hates this kind of fame-seeking, so she replied with a cold expression: "Don't talk nonsense, let's fight first, I'm still in a hurry to go back to dinner." ”

Seeing Lydia swing her spear and pose as if she was ready to fight, Alan broke out in a cold sweat. He pretended to be calm and said, "Your Royal Highness Princess, tomorrow is the 'Magic Lantern Festival', I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to start a war today, right?" ”

"What does tomorrow's holiday have to do with today?" Lydia almost said bluntly: What is good about this break, but will it die?

Alan hurriedly stood on the moral high ground and output: "The Divine Light Empire was built under the guidance of the light of the god Rossa, and the wick should be made with a pious heart, and the lamp should be lit and prayed on the 'Divine Lantern Festival' to witness the sacredness and purity of the heart." ”

If others may be able to reply a few words, but Lydia is the nominal princess of Shendu, and there is no position to refute it at all. She couldn't help but think silently in her heart: I knew that today, when the Pope's wife, Our Lady of Euglo, invited her to be her goddaughter, she should have decisively refused.

Allen saluted again, "The two of us are in this foreign country, why don't we truce for two days and spend the 'Magic Lantern Festival' together, what do you think?" ”

Lydia didn't expect such a peculiar unfolding, so she could only say a few perfunctory words. After the scene, I hurriedly asked for the opinion of not laughing.

"Holidays?" Buxiao paused for a second after listening to Lydia's report, and then looked down at the map, "Go ahead." ”

"Don't you care about me having a holiday with other men?" Lydia blurted out.

"What?" He looked up without smiling, his eyes full of doubts.

Lydia accidentally said the truth, and hurriedly made up for it: "I mean...... This guy suddenly said that he was going to celebrate the holiday, there should be a conspiracy, right? ”

Bu smiled and said lightly: "Yes, but it doesn't matter. ”

At the behest of Buxiao, Lydia went to the barracks to find the help of three or five people who had been to the Divine Light Empire, and began to prepare the rituals and props for the "Divine Lantern Festival".

The Divine Light Empire is a religious powerhouse, not only with many festivals, but also with unique rituals and props. As soon as Lydia erected a few lampposts in front of the battle, she attracted many onlookers from the soldiers.

"Wow, what is that, it looks so pretty!"

"Is this a gem?"

"This pillar is so beautiful, what is the princess going to do with it?"

Lydia smiled wryly, these were some wooden sticks with a little paint, which should have been decorated with jewels, crystals, or diamonds, but where could such a precious thing come from. Only a few pieces of stained glass will be glued at once.

A few weaving soldiers are weaving wicks from oil rope, vanilla, and colorful feathers.

This wick is threaded on the skeleton of several wires and spreads out to the sides like butterfly wings. When soaked in lamp oil, only a small pinch at the top burns. The light of the fire flickered on the glass bottle, and the wings of the butterfly seemed to glow with a mysterious light.

The only thing that makes people feel ordinary is probably the altar. Lydia had already set up the altar several times, and the sergeants seemed to be as accustomed to it as if they were dressed. Before they could explain the requirements, they had already completed the construction and installed the garlands and streamers.

At this moment, Lydia had the illusion that she had opened a wedding company.

"Your Highness the Princess." Cruise walked over with a dozen wind lanterns, "Are these enough?" ”

"That's enough." Lydia took the rope and strung them together, "I don't know what I'm thinking without laughing." ”

Cruise laughed, "Did the princess think the festival was too hasty?" ”

Lydia knotted griefully, "I escaped from the gods, and I thought I wouldn't have to have such a headache in my life. ”

"Life requires some rituals." Cruise handed her a few more lamps, "You've worked too hard for this city. ”

Lydia sighed, "But I always felt that kid was stalling for time, maybe that guy was already secretly withdrawing his troops, just staying and putting a smoke bomb." ”

"General Finks has already sent people to investigate, and they can't escape." Cruise reassured.

"Hey...... Okay......" Lydia dragged out a long tail note, expressing her inner displeasure.