Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

In any case, for revenge, for expansion, and for the sake of obtaining warm land and peaceful sleep, the Deep Forest and Pemos became mortal enemies.

Just like today.

As the sound of horns resounded through the snow-filled sky, the Pemos warriors, who were dressed in clothes of a different race but had red strips wrapped around their arms, launched another attack.

Although the deep forest in the north does not have a majestic spectacle like the Great Wall, as a warlike country and a place of long-term battles, it naturally has strong city defenses.

Moreover, the walls of this towering castle were filled with well-trained forest warriors, who, with the assistance of the mage legion, quickly launched an orderly counterattack.

However, under the Khan's adaptation, the warriors of Pemos were not divided into teams based on tribes or races, but were mixed according to their individual abilities and specialties.

Therefore, the huge shield carried by the brute force warriors covered the entire attacking force like a mobile fortress.

Behind the shield there are shamans of various races who are good at auxiliary magic to apply buffs, as well as elite hunters who are good at using bows and crossbows to kill, each performing their own duties.

Although the cooperation among the teams and even the individuals is not tacit after all, Pimos has been practicing this tactic for many years, and there are very few obvious flaws overall.

Therefore, the Deep Forest People's counterattack was not very effective. Most of their attacks were blocked by their solid shields and strong bodies. They could only watch as the Grassland People's troops gradually advanced towards the base of the city wall.

Soon, the horn sounded again in the wind and snow, but this time it played a different tune.

So the giant shield was lowered with a dull sound, and with the help of the brackets and the connecting joints, it really formed a wall.

This is the wisdom of dwarves and goblins. They are a group of little guys who are good at fighting but not good at fighting.

But the people of the deep forest also have their own wisdom, such as the young man in fine gold armor on the top of the city.

Looking at the lion-head royal flag fluttering in the cold wind in the distance, he pressed his hand towards the herald beside him.

"As ordered!"

The herald shouted loudly and began waving the flag in his hand, starting the classic flag signal information chain.

Then the mage groups on the city wall received the signal, gathered together, and began to practice their skills under the influence of the guiding magic circle.

Many hands make light work. Having trained and used magic countless times, they soon prepared their magic.

And there was real flame, because they pieced together a super super super super large two-ring magic Pyroblast.

This is a completely magical version of a human missile vehicle. There are eight units of the battle group on the wall, and they fired eight fire bombs.

However, if they can do the trick, why can't the grassland people do it too?

After decades of fighting, they have become accustomed to these little tricks and have developed their own confrontational fighting style.

First, the Shaman, who was well prepared, began to frantically stack various buffs that could add health, energy, and shields to the shield soldiers.

Then came the shield soldiers, who mobilized the blood and energy throughout their bodies to awaken the battle patterns on their bodies, inspiring their bodies to enter an all-out life-fighting posture.

Next came the tribal priest, shaking his staff and chanting an ancient and obscure language, causing new battle patterns to grow on the shield soldiers' bodies.

After all, this is a land that has been in chaos for thousands of years. No matter how primitive and backward the Beimos Grassland is, how could it not have its own version of special weapons?

This special battle pattern, which can be granted by sacrifice and has a certain time limit, is called a tribal totem among them.

This thing has nothing to do with any gods. It is a mixture of nature worship and ancestor worship. Its main theme is that if you keep thinking about it, there will be a response.

In the original versions of the past, its existence was actually to serve as the trump card of each major tribe, allowing some warriors to explode at critical moments to reverse or completely end the battle.

But after Khan iterated the old version and delved into new playing methods, it became a powerful weapon on the battlefield, just like it is now.

"Loyalty! Partner! Ancestors! Glory!"

Amid chaotic shouts, the shield soldiers stepped forward like angry bulls, holding tightly against the giant shields in front of them.

At the same time, the eight flaming bombs also streaked across the cold sky and fell onto the grassland battlefield below the city.

If this move was successful, the violent explosion would be enough to cause horizontal destruction of nearly a thousand meters, completely tearing the attacking team apart.

However, just when the bomb was only a few meters away from them, a magnificent golden light shield suddenly rose up.

There was no violent explosion or fierce confrontation. The terrorist bombs were consumed like mulberry leaves being eaten away by silkworms.

Moreover, this resistance did not exhaust all the strength of the grassland people. Another group of equally strengthened brute force warriors took the opportunity to rise up and launch a general charge.

This group of people looked extremely wild. Those who knew about them said that they were grassland people coming to attack, while those who didn't thought that they were the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin Temple who had transformed into giant elephants, rhinos and small giants.

With the buffs stacked many times, they, with golden light all over their bodies, managed to pull the heavy siege vehicle with the momentum of a little kid playing with a toy violently, dragging it and about to rush to the city wall and start smashing it.

At the critical moment, it was the young nobleman who raised his sword and commanded the archers who had been waiting for a long time to launch a second round of attack.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

In an instant, magic arrows rained down, and among them were many arrows strengthened by alchemy, which could cause violent explosions when they landed.

This time, there was no large-scale incident of ancestor protection among the people of the grassland, and a single enhanced warrior could not withstand such terrible advanced weapons.

“Woo, ah…”

Even the mammoth war elephants covered in iron armor were knocked down by this terrifying power. They collapsed with a loud bang amid wailing, crushing to death a large number of grassland people who had no time to escape.

The attacking force, which had been struggling here for more than an hour, finally couldn't stand the huge losses and pressure, and announced a temporary retreat amid the sharp sound of gongs.

"Long live! Long live!"

Seeing the enemy retreat, the soldiers defending the city, who were also almost bursting under the pressure, immediately burst into hysterical cheers like an overwhelming tidal wave.

A general in full armor also walked quickly to the top of the city wall and half-knelt respectfully beside the young man.

"Third Prince, the enemy has retreated. At least during the day, they should not be able to launch an effective attack!"

That’s right, the commander who led the army to fight against the siege of the grassland people was the third prince of the Deep Forest Kingdom, Aglo Lionheart.

Haha, does it look familiar?

In order to prevent his second brother from obtaining the Fengxian family's magic crossbow technology, he did not hesitate to take the initiative and eradicate this craftsman family.

All the people were definitely killed and the crossbow technology was also obtained, but he learned the secret that the Fengxian family had developed the magic armor technology.

However, the head of the Fengxian family knew that this technology was of great importance, so he asked his most powerful daughter to take it with her when she ran away at the speed of light.

Logically speaking, he succeeded, but who knew that among the third prince's worshippers there was a master of spells who controlled countless extremely vicious curses.

He used the entire Fengxian clan as a sacrifice and cast a terrible curse on Lady Adele Fengxian that could affect her bloodline.

He wanted to torture her to death so that she could be transformed into a zombie with her strong resentment, and then use a strange secret method to remotely control her so that she would bring the blueprint back on her own initiative.

And then...and then nothing more.

In order to obtain the full mission reward and save his assistant at the same time, Ji Ming launched a saturation attack.

This resulted in the sorcerer, who discovered that his target was completely unharmed and wanted to open a passage to check the situation, being blown half of his body to pieces by the massive amount of life energy that gushed out.

And when the legendary prophet wanted to see who dared to ruin His Highness's good deeds, his brain was burned out on the spot because he was facing an unconcealed high-dimensional existence.

What's even more terrible is that it's clear that two very important technical talents have been lost, but the third prince doesn't even know who the murderer is. He can only vent his anger by making fun of Adele every day.

Although this behavior of losing both the wife and the army in addition to trying to steal the chicken seems funny, we should never underestimate the third prince and his title of "Prince".

As a country that relied on farming and warfare in the early stage and fighting and established its country in the later stage, the internal circulation of the Deep Forest Royal Family is far more serious than that of the Glowing Royal Family.

Although the Huiguang royal family raises Gu, at least they can guarantee the king's descendants the status of princes and princesses, and promise them a lifetime of salary and wealth.

The Deep Forest Royal Family simply plays a fun and exciting battle royale. No matter who your mother is, as long as you can't survive the calamity, you are all nameless and illegitimate children, worthless.

Only those who can pass the test and prove their strength are qualified to become the King's eldest son and enjoy the title of prince or princess.

Therefore, the "three" in the third prince's name does not mean that he is the king's third child, but rather represents that he is the third heir to the king who has passed the test.

As for the prince and princess...oh, it's all bullshit!

Because when the battle royale comes to an end and the final winner successfully eats the chicken and is crowned king, the first thing he does is to judge his brothers and sisters.

"Why are you, the traitors, interfering with my ascension to the throne?"

Only those who survive at that time will be qualified to continue to jump around. It's useless to be a prince or princess under the grace of our Lord, or be locked up at home to raise pigs.

The dead are dead. It's your fault for not being able to learn moral character. You have offended others so badly. All your previous efforts have been wasted.

This is also the fundamental reason why the third prince could kill an entire family for a tattered blueprint and cast a blood curse without hesitation.

It's not that he is born with the holy physique of the male protagonist in online novels, who is born insane, but that the tragic environment has to make him insane.

——It’s all for survival, brother!

But given the current intense war situation, it is obviously not easy to survive.

So much so that the third prince couldn't help but let out a sigh before he spoke.

"General Feng En, how long will it take for our reinforcements to arrive?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged warrior holding a long weapon's embarrassed expression became even more entangled.

It is inevitable that a warrior is not good at speaking. He fiddled with it for several times as if he was chewing something before he finally organized the appropriate words.

"Your Highness, according to the latest intelligence, the two Grand Dukes' armies... may not arrive until tomorrow at the earliest..."

boom!

This is the crisp sound of steel hitting solid ice.

"tomorrow!!!"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow again! How many tomorrows are there?!"

He slammed the wall hard, and the Third Prince turned around and gritted his teeth before he could finish his words.

"The grassland people have been heading south for seven days, and we have been holding out here for seven days. We have just fired our last batch of explosive arrows. Do they think we can hold out for another wave?"

"I……"

How could Feng En answer His Highness's angry question? He could only lower his head and shrink his neck.

The third prince also realized that he had vented his anger on the wrong person, so he walked down the steps and patted Feng En on the shoulder.

"Forget it, this is not your fault. Go and call Viscount Christian to me."

Although Christine is not a particularly rare name, there are not many Christines that appear here.

So after the heavy sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, a giant centaur as big as a mountain slowly climbed up the top of the city wall which was a bit narrow for her.

Fearing that he could not bear the pressure of the approaching giant, the third prince started waving his hands before Christine even said anything.

"Your Excellency, the Viscount, there is no need to be so polite. The war is urgent, so let's just get straight to the point."

Christine was not a coward, so why not kneel less often? She just nodded.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness."

As for why she appeared in such a dangerous city that could be razed to the ground by the grassland people at any time, it all started from when she just returned to the deep forest.

Relying on the massive wealth and court capital left by the former mercenary leader Finn, Christine, with the help of her adjutant, made arrangements in the Deep Forest Capital and successfully restored the reputation of the Pearl Family and regained the title of Viscount.

But she, as the boss, was happy, but the remnants of the defeated troops she had searched for and brought back were in trouble.

The wolf culture of the deep forest has been engraved into their bones. When this group of losers returned to their homes, they were not greeted with a warm welcome from "mother", but were beaten to death.

If they did not have the bounty and pensions issued by their leader, which could be used to buy their lives at the critical moment, it is likely that more than just one or two people would have died.

After all, Christine was influenced by Ji Ming and after discussing with her right-hand men, the frost giant and adjutant, she made a somewhat crazy decision.

That's right, she planned to re-hire these former mercenaries who had only been with her for less than a month but had at least come so far in the team.

The mercenaries certainly had no objections. They were overjoyed to hear that there was a place willing to take them in, and they wrote letters to express their loyalty.

Their respective masters took the money and were willing to let go of this group of incompetent losers, so she had a first-generation team.

Although after all this, this group of people are very grateful to her for having become a Viscount, and her filial piety moves the heavens, which can win the hearts of the soldiers.

But Christine knew clearly that they couldn't use it directly, because...

If they were really elite soldiers and generals, the nobles would be crazy to allow them to transfer!