Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Although no matter which world it is, a one-on-one duel between strong people will make people feel excited.

But on this huge battlefield, there are more than just one or two generals fighting bloody battles.

In other words, if Yangyue's current version environment is used, the victory or defeat can be decided by just a few strong men competing with each other, and the people of the deep forest and the grassland will no longer need to gather tens of thousands of troops to bleed each other here.

Because no matter how brave Christine is, even if he can defeat two opposing commanders alone, he cannot change the cavalry regiment's inevitable decline.

After all, after participating in two battles in succession, namely the breakout from the enemy camp and the Centaur hunt, even the elite knights of the kingdom were almost out of energy and mana bars.

Now, facing the counterattack of the Centaurs and Orks, they feel powerless. Although the situation has not been disrupted for the time being, it is inevitable that they will gradually lose the initiative on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the uneasy thoughts that had just arisen in the third prince's heart were suppressed again.

You have to understand that as the main force, the grassland people brought at least eight elite legions this time.

Only four of them had been dispatched, and they had already regained their face after their camp was breached by a surprise attack.

Comeback? Impossible...

Even in the chaos, he saw another advancing legion of bison men arriving on the flank of the battlefield.

Once they collide with the infantry regiment, I'm afraid half of these 10,000 people will be left behind.

With his brows furrowed, he crossed his arms over his chest as he was still reluctant to leave so many soldiers behind.

But after hesitating for a moment, he finally let out a long sigh.

"Master, I'm afraid the scales of victory have completely tipped towards them. Inform the entire army. No more waiting, let's retreat immediately!"

Although its presence is not strong, the barking dog never bites.

The aura is broad and peaceful, and magical power is surging.

Standing next to the third prince, the leader of the mage regiment is actually his biggest trump card in this battle.

But this old man, whose eyes showed no emotion and whose ears were a little sharp, and who was obviously a half-elf, did not rush to answer.

Instead, he stroked his beard, closed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, he answered indifferently.

"Since Your Highness has said so, I will naturally obey."

If it were someone else who dared to act so arrogantly in front of a prince, his family would have been kicked to the ground long ago.

But who can blame him for not only being a magician of over level 70, but also the former principal of a magic academy in the capital of the Deep Forest?

With a resume that can be traced back hundreds of years, he even claims to be qualified to call the elf sage a teacher. He is one of the most respected old men in the royal capital today.

what?

You ask me how I, an old fellow, dare to brag about the fact that I have been in contact with the enemy chief?

Because everyone did it, except for those who were pure peasants, who were actually the Deep Forest startup team of the Holy Tree nobles. Who hasn't listened to the sage's magic lectures?

Even the little lion did it, otherwise how could he seize the opportunity to kidnap the girl from the Rose family from the Dachun Forest as his harem.

Anyway, just take other people's good things openly, there's nothing shameful about it.

So with the support of this big man, the third prince immediately began to command the people around him to retreat with him.

As for Feng En and Christine... well, you're on your own. Thank you, Prince!

However, the main force of the grassland people are not the security guards of the vegetable market, so how can they be allowed to come and go as they please?

"Ok?"

When the third prince was about to get on the carriage and leave, the dean beside him suddenly frowned.

"What's the matter!"

The third brother was still confused, but the dean had already grabbed his collar and quickly retreated, while at the same time casually put up a magic shield.

And there was no need for him to be surprised, because in the next second, a bolt of lightning struck where they were previously.

The royal carriage, along with the unfortunate coachman and the surrounding guards, was reduced to ashes, leaving no trace behind.

The Third Prince had a wonderful expression on his face when he saw this, and said in a trembling voice: "There is a master!"

The dean looked towards the source of the thunder magic, his eyes stern: "The Khan is coming!"

Sure enough, when the lightning in the distance gradually dissipated, a figure over two meters tall, with a fluttering fiery red battle robe, appeared there.

——A golden lion-man with a mane as brilliant as gold, standing with his hands behind his back, with facial features and body shape so perfect that the word "king" can almost be written on his head.

If you look closely, you can find that his battle robe is decorated with seven-colored jade pieces that are strung together by thin wires, just like armor. It is colorful, jingling, and very beautiful.

But it is a decoration and not a decoration, because it represents the seven major components of the Pemos Khanate.

——Legendary races, spirits, orcs, humans, sub-humans, monsters, and weird things.

That’s right, this thing is actually an alien version of a patchwork quilt.

According to the rules, every group that joins the Khanate must "present" the Khan with a piece of jade that was actually made in advance by the Khanate, representing their absolute loyalty.

Therefore, these jade pieces are the symbol of the supreme power of Pemos Khan, the symbol of equality of all Pemos people, and the basis for the Pemos Khanate to gain a foothold in the grassland.

The effect is similar to that of the little monkey who successfully joined the Khanate and was appointed as the Khan's personal guard because he shared a wild fruit with the Khan.

Brother, I am willing to accept even a small monster, let alone you?

——Come quickly! Let’s go to MSGA together!

Therefore, when the people in the deep forest were wondering whether Pemos Khan would really come, the people in the grassland were almost breaking the snowstorm with their cheers.

This is the leader of all the intelligent creatures on the grassland, as well as a small number of highly intelligent magical beasts, a total of seven races.

If he hadn't really been unwilling to sell his own figures, he would have probably transformed into one of the major worldly gods, avoided hundreds of years of detours, and become the strongest quasi-god far superior to the Wendigo.

And accompanying him were a legion of fox shamans, a legion of human mages, and the most valuable, the lion-man heavy armored legion.

At this point, the eight elite legions of the Pemos Khanate all appeared and joined the battlefield to strangle the Deep Forest People.

So the first thought that came to the dean's mind was actually to run. The enemy had already attacked with all their strength, and he could not turn the tide of the battle alone.

But as a local lord who has spent five hundred years and has a complex network of relationships and has already taken root in the forest, how could he abandon a prince and run away alone?

He could only pull out a staff that was clearly elven-style and lower his voice.

"Your Highness, you take your guards and the mage regiment and go first. I will go meet the enemy chief!"

Standing on the hillside, Pemos Khan also noticed this powerful half-elf old man and slowly clenched his fists.

If a novice mage uses magic to protect his own body, a skilled mage uses magic to harm the enemy's body.

Then the masters who really understand how to play the mage are usually...

"Come!"

Accompanied by thunder and flash, the Lion Khan rushed over with a burst of steps, as fast as lightning.

It was true that he was swift, but how could a half-elf wizard with five hundred years of learning and combat experience be at a disadvantage?

His white robe fluttered, and he held a staff like a hammer. Raging flames rose into the sky, and he turned into a ray of light to meet the red lightning.

That's right, since a mage is destined not to hide in a tower all his life, a warrior cannot decide right and wrong solely by hand-to-hand combat.

Then the battle mage who can both fight and resist, and practice both long-range and melee combat, is Yangyue’s only version of the answer.

Rumble!

And when a level 74 [Mage] who is good at using fire magic collides with a level 76 [Warrior] who is good at using thunder magic, the explosion is earth-shaking.

And just like the masters in martial arts novels who like to compete with each other in internal strength, they did not separate after shocking the people around them, but continued to invest magic power, starting a tug-of-war to compete in basic skills.

But as we all know, magic is not internal force. Both fire and thunder are things that can bring high temperatures.

So the snow around them melted quickly during the confrontation, boiled into a pot of hot soup, and then evaporated and was blown away in the cold wind.

Only a barren wasteland with a diameter of one hundred meters was left, trembling in the increasingly fierce magical confrontation, and even began to turn slightly red.

Faced with this scene, the third prince...

third child?

Saner!

What about people?

Oh, after listening to the advice and having a full meal, the third brother has already run away at the speed of light with his personal guards and the two thousand mages.

But he did get away. At this moment, General Feng En finally escaped from the grassland people's camp with his infantry regiment, which had lost more than half of its troops, while being chased by werewolves, leopard men and bison men.

"Cough cough cough..."

The werewolf leader is okay, but the leopard leader has a gun, which is really annoying.

So Feng En really risked half his life this time and barely survived the enemy's fierce attack.

However, when he was gasping for breath and raised his eyes to look around, the smile that had just appeared on his face froze.

Because he saw at a glance the prince's guards who were running to the horizon in the wind and snow without looking back.

"..."

To be honest, he didn't think the third prince could fulfill his promise.

After all, he has been working in this circle for many years. How could he not know what a noble lord is like?

But many times, it is just a breath that keeps people alive, and Feng En can only use this matter to keep that breath.

Now that my dream is shattered, I can finally swallow my anger.

……

"Greedy! Damn it! You are still so greedy!"

With a loud shout, Feng En took off his helmet and started shooting left and right at his own face.

In fact, he had a chance to leave at the beginning of the year, but he was unwilling to be just a small baron.

Under the instigation of the Marquis, he even thought about reaching higher.

What if, what if I can become a viscount?

By then, I can build a stable family of my own, and it will not be a dream to bless my descendants for generations!

The result is that because of this greed, I got myself into trouble!

Look, there are cows, leopards and wolves behind, and people, foxes and lions in front.

Six elite legions of the Beimos, with more grassland warriors who, although not able to become high-level soldiers but by no means cowardly, served these thousands of defeated soldiers.

If we can win in this situation, it would be a miracle!

"Don't pull me, I'm guilty, I'm guilty!"

So the desperate Feng En seemed to have no choice but to give up on himself.

However, while he was screaming and "fighting" with the guards who were trying to persuade him to cheer up, he continued to beat himself.

With the sound of horse hooves, a black shadow like the sky suddenly covered the sky.

That was Christine who had also been in a bloody battle and had made a detour with only half of his cavalry left.

She looked at Feng En, who was crying, and raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face.

"General Feng En, the Third Prince has run away, but do you still remember your promise to me?"

Feng En touched his cheek, which was about to form ice crystals, and just shook his head.

"Your Excellency, I am in a difficult situation now. How could I possibly..."

"no!"

However, Kristen interrupted him directly and said coldly.

"Since I have fulfilled my promise, you must do it!"

"I……"

Feng En was so amused by her willful words that he wondered if this weird woman had a problem with her brain. How could she...

However, just as he began to complain, he was interrupted by Christine's words.

"The Third Prince was busy escaping and left many horses behind, including the mounts of our fallen soldiers, which have become ownerless."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed to a hilltop of considerable height not far away.

"Although they are livestock, they are not fools. They should have hidden in the leeward slope over there. Do you understand what I mean?"

!!!

There is really no way out of the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers!

Feng En understood what Christine meant instantly, but just as he was about to lead his own men and the Viscount's men to break out, he suddenly remembered.

"and you?"

"Where will you meet us?"

Christine: “…”

"Don't worry about this matter. Just do your part first."

Feng En felt the blood in his heart, which had just heated up, suddenly cooled down again, but what could he say? He could only nod.

"Don't worry, I will definitely die before them!"

Life will always find a way itself, and the same goes for those who are afraid of death but not afraid of it.

After determining the subsequent strategic deployment, Feng En and Christine immediately led their subordinates to separate and start their own battles.

Feng En was not an idealist, and he didn't think he could lead everyone to escape from the beginning.

So they made up their minds, gathered the hundreds of core people on both sides together, and then led other soldiers to start a breakout.

And Christine's large size once again brought her unexpected "benefits" in the battle.

"What is that, a centaur? How did he end up on the enemy side?"

“No, look at the curve of her breastplate, it looks like a woman!

"Oh my god, can a female horse grow this big? It looks like it's even bigger than the chief of the Gem Tribe!"

Although everyone is equal on the grassland in theory, the differences ingrained in their bones cannot be erased.

So after all, the eight legions, which were mainly composed of orcs, subconsciously held back when facing the centaurs.

after all……

If she were on our side, with her size and fighting ability, she would have a blast fighting.

——He must be captured alive!