Extravagant!

What a luxury!

In addition to feeling a chill rushing to their heads, the chiefs' eyes were full of disbelief.

"Even if humans had the means to suppress horses, where did they get so many dragon skins?"

"According to the latest rumors, Wren Tesla, the lord of the [School of Physics], has wiped out a main group of Gisyankee dragoons, and has annihilated at least a thousand red dragons, including three legendary dragons who are the chosen ones of the evil dragon goddess."

“……”

Although it was not yet winter, the cold air of the Far North seemed to have arrived in advance, as if even the souls of the orc chieftains could be frozen.

The news from mankind must have been fabricated.

A thousand is certainly an exaggeration.

Considering that humans have the ability to arm at least 10,000 knights wearing full dragon skins, the number of red dragons killed is definitely not a small number.

The orc chiefs, who realized that there was a god-level thigh behind the human race, were completely desperate!

They fell to their knees, raised their heads to the sky, and howled.

"O great orc god! Where are you? Will you allow your people to be slaughtered by the abominable human race? ”

Desolate cries rose into the sky, and of course there was no response from the sky.

It seems that the orc gods who have ruled the orcs for thousands of years are long gone, let alone shelter the orcs......

In September, it was originally a centennial celebration for the orcs to obtain the five northern provinces, but just as the orcs had completely swallowed this fertile land for a hundred years, the human counterattack was successful.

The whole Northland is filled with the sad songs of the orcs.

"If you lose me, you are like a woman, and the wife has no color."

"If you lose me, you are like a horse, and a child has no mare's milk."

Anruma is the five northern provinces of the orcs, and they regard the fertile grasslands of this land as a promised land given to them by the orc gods.

Now it's gone.

Autumn frost falls, cold winds pass.

When winter is complete, one will count as one, and the orcs who run back to the far north from the five northern provinces will have to start the bloodiest infighting.

Everyone knows that in this ruined place in the Far North, even if all the beasts here are killed, they will not be able to feed the extra million orcs.

Since they can't defeat humans, they can only eliminate the old and weak in the way of orcs.

Although they were eager to encourage the young orcs to fight back against Anruma when they found an opportunity in the future, all their efforts became useless as the humans on the south bank of the Cold Hell began to play the Kaos version of Duijingguan.

Following the laws of the Dark Forest, races that have taken over a place tend to pile the corpses of rival races on the border.

The Barbarossa's many northern expeditions over the past hundred years have left the knights' heads piled up in the five provinces.

Unexpectedly, feng shui took turns, and now it was the turn of the human people, under the cover of the cavalry, to pile up the heads of orcs, trolls and even giants by the river.

There's nothing like this to intimidate each other!

Especially when the orcs saw the [Lizi Flag] hanging high, they completely lost the courage to cross south again.

On the other hand, it is the boiling of the Barbarossa Empire, and indeed the entire pan-human camp.

From the Hellice River near the far north, to the imperial capital of Barbarossa in the center, to the southernmost Confederation, everyone was cheering.

Barbarossa XIII personally came five kilometers from the gates of the city to greet the triumphant knights.

Even if it wasn't the first time he had seen the nitrate giant head on the carriage, he still felt his heart stir when he saw the majestic dragoons. The old emperor got up from the carriage and raised his arms and shouted.

"God bless pan-humans! Praise physics! ”

The Emperor shouted violently, and immediately caused the surrounding forbidden troops, the knights farther away, and even all the people watching the triumphal ceremony to shout and shout.

"God bless pan-humans! Praise physics! ”

Obviously, the knight sect is the state religion of the Barbarossa Empire, and the emperor took the lead in making this move, which is quite a slap in the face in a sense. Interestingly, the emperor himself did not believe in the goddess of knights, and it really cannot be said that the emperor desecrated the goddess of knights.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that in the past hundred years, the only role of knights has been to protect most of Barbarossa's country.

There is more than enough to defend the city, but not enough to enterprising.

The ability to recapture the five northern provinces this time actually has nothing to do with the knight goddess.

His old man did not give him any magic or protect his own followers.

Anyway, just a handful of knights can be blessed.

It was the support of the school of physics that really decided the victory.

The exaggerated number of blessings, plus the protective effect brought by the [Lizi Emblem], not to mention the decisive dragoons.

Using dragon skin as horse armor for war horses is definitely a luxury that the sages did not dare to imagine.

Some knights have tested that the war horse after wearing the [Lizi Emblem] can bravely charge against the dragons, demons and devils without fear of the aura of the dragons, demons and devils.

It is an exaggeration that the School of Physics can do this with only legend.

The emperor looked at the fiery war horses, and his eyes were as red as rabbits with envy.

It's a pity that he can only envy.

Enough to arm a knight with as much dragon skin armor as much as an emperor can afford.

The big sect of physics only wants things other than money.

The Emperor had just received the news that Wren had rejected the School of Physics as the state religion of Sweetland. This means that the school of physics remains so-called neutral and does not come into direct conflict with any old Orthodox Church.

This made Barbarossa XIII know that even if he wanted to change the state religion from knighthood to physics, Wren would not agree.

The emperor was very sorry.

Don't forget, the third enrollment of Tesla Magic Academy is not over yet, and the Emperor has plenty of opportunities to be courteous.

The Barbarossa people's grand triumphal ceremony was certainly a great one, and it would last for three weeks.

But no one noticed that on the third day of the triumph, Wren took Flora, accompanied by Old Tylin and Margaret, to secretly visit the Knights' Chapel on the outskirts of the imperial capital of Barbarossa.

No believer would allow a true god of his own faction, even if he was suspected of being the embodiment of a true god, to set foot in his own temple.

So to be precise, Wren met the current Grand Knight Captain in a manor south of the Great Templar.

This is a very good-looking middle-aged man, he has white blonde hair, and a two-meter-tall, extremely burly figure.

The first time he saw Wren in the parlor, he got straight to the point: "I'm Walter Lucian, now the chief knight in charge of the knightly faction!" Excuse me, what shall I call Your Excellency? ”

"Just call me Wren." Wren faintly.

This made the Grand Knight Chief breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and if Wren told him to call him "he" or something, he would have a big head.

(End of chapter)