The first daughter of the Nord Dynasty, chief civil guard, first patrol envoy, the Great Knight of the Nord Royal Knights, Artoria Pangangda Nord Yanor, stood on a small hill south of the Mubohaire River, with dark green eyes staring at the orcs opposite the river. She held a golden sword in her hands, and her equally golden hair formed a relatively conservative classical bun behind her head. She was wearing a silver Nord plate armor made of mitril silver and steel. The golden patterns outlined the Nord royal emblem of three dragons on the breastplate and shoulder armor, and also decorated the longan with rubies. The mirror surface of the armor also flowed silently with magic halos, forming a very charming atmosphere. From a distance, it looked like a statue made of steel.

Yes, the evil but unshakable steel statue!

Although this famous knight princess is not the kind of tomboy who is tall, strong waist and abdomen, and can run on her arms; on the contrary, she was born in the Noord family in the northern country, but her figure is subtly petite, much shorter than the daughter of an ordinary family, and at first glance it looks like a petite and delicate southern girl. However, now she gives people this feeling.

Such a very small girl, when she was wearing exquisite and majestic armor, a sea-blue cloak, and her hands were stalked with a promise and a sword of victory, standing in front of the army, she was majestic and sharp, as if she was born to lead the soldiers to victory.

A Knight of Nord appeared from the east horizon, galloped along the road south of the river, passing through the army array on the banks. Beneath his crotch was a tall and majestic Perlin war horse, with a huge body and a tall mane like a lion. But now, it was still quite cold early spring, but its sweat had already glued its beautiful mane into bunches, and heavy and tired breaths were exhaled from his nose.

The knight wearing Nord steel armor soon ran to the hillside and climbed over and down the horses. More than a hundred brightly-clad knights and generals gathered around the hillside, and stars surrounded the knight princess at the highest point on the hillside. The huge three-headed dragon flag and the holy flag of Atlas stood beside her, fluttering in the bitter north wind, making a sound.

The dusty knight passed through the queue of dozens of generals and high-level warriors, and finally stopped behind the Knight Princess, and knocked her fist hard on her chest.

"His Highness Artoria! Responsible for the return of King Tarali, the orc army on the other side is indeed gathering, and there is indeed an intention to cross the river to counterattack!"

Artoria didn't look back, and seemed to have not heard the other party's voice at all. This action seemed a bit arrogant, which was not in line with the Knight Princess's previous upright and kind style. However, the Knight did not think much about it. He was one of the attendants of the Knight Princess. He knew very well that since the Lord's style had not turned back, he would not have heard it, and he must have been in a daze.

The Knight was about to repeat it again, but a gray-bearded Nord veteran standing behind Artoria raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a deep voice: "So, is the enemy on the other side getting reinforcements?"

"Lord Ironfist..." The attendant Knight hurriedly nodded to the old man. He knew that compared to the Knight Princess who was too noble and too focused on honor, the wisdom and experience of this battle-hardened veteran Nord was also the most valuable element of this coalition.

We can even think so. His Highness Artoria, the Knight Princess, is an idol of ordinary soldiers and generals. As long as she stands there, she doesn't have to worry about the morale of the soldiers. But in the same way, you can also understand her as a mascot that doesn't care about the affairs. The real rule of the Nord army is actually in the hands of this old man and another performer... uh, the other His Highness.

"The scouts under Lord Antano have already returned and have not found any signs of large-scale increase in troops. The elves' Silver Pegasus Knight does not dare to go deep into the enemy territory at present, but this can be concluded." The messenger, also the attendant of Artoria's servant, Faos, pondered for a moment, and added: "In addition, the scouts and the detection magic of the Federal Prophetic Mages have received the same news... Your Highness, the supplies of the orcs on the other side are sent for about half a month. Their supply team should have arrived last week, and the elves' Pegasus Knights even made plans to ambush again. However, they have never arrived."

"In other words, the food on the other side is out of stock? Haha, that's interesting! I remember that the supplies of the army opposite were actually provided from the orc ranch in the Belka hills. It should be the responsibility of the 'Son of the Wind' Thir? Will this old opponent make such a mistake?"

The person who spoke was the "other Your Highness" who had actual command of the army. He was a young man less than thirty years old, at least fifty or sixty to the awesome Knight Princess. He was a very handsome handsome man. He was tall and tall, and was also wearing a Nord plate armor with silver as the main body, decorated with gems and gold. However, the patterns on the armor were much more exaggerated than Artoria's. Although it was not vulgar and even full of art-level gorgeousness and elegance, it felt that it should be placed in an art gallery. It would naturally appear a bit exaggerated and out of place on the battlefield.

Similarly, unlike Artoria, who is so arrogant, this young man who should be her brother. Although he is as handsome as a god, he always has a cynical smile on his lips. His temperament is closer to a street artist with a low-end style but very down-to-earth style. He feels that his entire existence is incompatible with the battlefield.

"Of course, it's not certain that they must have no food. You know, there are a large number of servant camps of goblins and kowtowers on the other side." He continued: "If it were me, I would probably endure it? We all know that whoever runs into the river first will lose the opportunity unless it is..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another loud noise on the other side of the river bank opposite them. In everyone's sight, the orcs riding a wolf drove a large number of whimpering goblins to the river, black and dark like a large group of wild voles, making people's scalp numb. Of course, this is not because of fear, but typical physiological disgust.

The group of short creatures that could only reach the waist of the adult man made a harsh scream, and the Nords who looked at mdzz on the river were roaring wildly, like a group of rats who had taken guns and medicine. This was not because these guys were tough and innocent men, but because of the extreme hysteria.

But, what can the goblins do? They dare not resist their masters, so of course they could only bare the bullet and scream at the enemies who were more fierce than their masters. They were actually quite desperate inside.

In the dark goblin camp opposite, there were dozens of particularly giant guys, with an average height of more than five meters. They walked slowly to the river, stood outside the range of most projecting weapons, and then pounded their chests hard, making thunderous roars, as if a group of hairless gorillas who were courting to deter the rest of the females.

The Nord soldiers looked at each other, without any fluctuations in their hearts and even wanted to laugh. The experienced veteran Count Dalma Ironfester gestured the distance between the group of cyclops opposite, and confirmed that it was outside the range of human bows and arrows. At the same time, they also determined that using trenchers and crossbows could not guarantee the hit rate, so they called a servant.

"Go to the rear to inform Lord Antano and asked him to transfer 2,000 masters of Sagittarius here."

The old Count Dalma is an old general over 60 years old, but he has no age at all. He has experienced many battles, but he has the calm and cautious qualities that are rare among the Nord military nobles. In his early years, he even hid his name in Auckland, Neosfia and even the Southnes continent on the other side of the sea. He did not have the inexplicable superiority of the northern nobles at all. In his opinion, he should deal with the situation in the same way. When encountering trouble, he would be able to solve the problem with his better allies. This is clearly the wiseness of the commander would be different if he replaced it with other normal Nord generals. They often regard seeking help as a shame. Faced with the provocation of the enemy, if they find that the projecting weapon is not enough, they might pounce on the spot with a knife.

Of course, even the elite Twilight Island high elves troops would take a little time to assemble. Before they arrived, the Cyclops on the opposite side began to make other tricks. They found that the roar seemed useless, so they simply snatched them from their feet, and (literally) larger than the sandbags picked up seven or eight goblins in one hand. Amid the miserable wailing of these little creatures, they stuffed the goblins into their mouths and bit them. In an instant, the sound of shattering bones and flesh shaking and the screams of the goblins became a piece. The fragments of the goblins' corpse, which were regarded as snacks, leaked from the Cyclone's opening and closing mouths, and were scattered everywhere.

That scene can be used as a material for at least B-level plasma horror films (this thing doesn't have a) production. However, this is not the end. The Cyclops made a standard shot put action, waved their hands violently, and threw half of the goblins over.

It must be admitted that in addition to the talented light that the Cyclops can release, their physical abilities alone are enough to occupy a position at the end of the food chain. They can actually throw them over with brute force if they cannot reach the distance. The broken goblin corpses, like broken shots hit by a stone thrower, flew across the Mubohaier River more than 30 meters, and then smashed directly into the Nords' military formation with a bang.

If they were all ordinary people, they would probably be bombarded by this kind of meat (meow) bomb attack and collapsed on the spot. But for this group of elite Nord soldiers who were arrayed by the river, such an attack by the other party actually would not cause any harm except for disgusting people... or in other words, as long as it was disgusting people, it would be enough.

"It's so embarrassing! His Highness Olivier." The old count sighed in a low voice without any sadness or joy on his face.

"...Yes! I just said a lot of nonsense, but now I can be sure that the orcs must have encountered quite troublesome problems behind them!" This young man who was not very suitable for wearing armor no matter how he looked, also showed a helpless expression: "This way of playing is actually quite inconsistent with the racial nature of orcs. They should be under considerable pressure now!"

The rationalists among the Nords can easily see the essence through phenomena and estimate the opponent's movements from the enemy's unusual actions, but ordinary generals do not have such IQ. In other words, most Nord generals and knights are actually completely fighting sects, and their bodies often move much faster than their brains.

Look at the orcs on the other side of the river! After losing the goblin meat (meow) and actually turned around, slapped his fat buttocks (meow) and made a whimpering sound, but he was really more and more like a slutty orangutan.

Then, one of the particularly large cyclops stretched out his hand and made a very despicable gesture towards Artoria under the hillside!

Can this be tolerated?

"Your Highness, fight!"

"Your Highness, let's fight!"

"Yes, we must not let those lowly barbarians become so arrogant!"

...Wait, isn't Artoria the commander? Why are everyone around Olivier asking for advice? Did these guys subconsciously treat His Royal Highness the Knight Princess as a mascot?

Then, I only saw the elder Princess's brother, who looked like a street wandering artist, wearing gorgeous armor and still suspected of being a monkey-like crown. He looked at everyone and showed a deep and solemn expression, and said earnestly: "...Adults, you can't beat me!"

The subsequent development was probably a calm, wise and steady excellent commander who gave everyone an ideological education class? However, at this time, the Knight Princess, who had not made any noise since the moment, suddenly sighed quietly and said softly: "The snow-capped mountains there are so beautiful!"

...Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment they didn't know what lines to use to respond. The scene was very awkward. Only then did they realize that from the beginning, their wise, martial, upright, fair (as well as beautiful, cute, gentle and kind) official was staring at the snow-capped mountains there.

"Yes! So beautiful..." She looked at the snow mountain and murmured.
Chapter completed!