Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Although he was beaten twice by his niece, the second uncle, who had already established his own foundation and became the chief of the Gem Tribe, still cherished the old friendship.

He and Barron walked all over the battlefield, demanding that everyone not shoot arrows from behind, and that if anyone dared to hurt my little Ke, he would be killed immediately.

And don't worry, you can never outrun me!

But if it comes to close combat, if Khan doesn't take action, perhaps no one on the scene can compete with the giant Christine on his own.

Even the undisputed leader of the Lion Legion, and the most trusted commander of the Khan's personal guards, the Mad Lion General, who was over level 60,

As a giant centaur like Christine weighs tons and crushes like a mountain, it is inevitable that he will feel extremely difficult.

After all, after intensively buying monsters to gain experience, Christine has reached over level 50. If she rushes forward recklessly, he really won't be able to stop her.

So the helpless grassland people could only let her lead the cavalry to charge left and right like a sheepdog, driving away the wolves trying to approach, and covering the group of deep forest infantry who were running away frantically.

But a battlefield is a battlefield after all, and many emotions must be abandoned. The people of the grassland cannot miss this hard-earned victory for a potential development partner.

Therefore, General Kuangshi, who served as the deputy commander, quickly gave orders and informed the entire army to directly change the strategy and tactics.

"understand!"

So the Centaur Legion and the Orc Legion spurred their horses and quickly chased after the third prince who had already escaped.

The rest of the legions gathered together, and like giant silkworms that had discovered mulberry leaves, they chased after the forest men's infantry and bit them fiercely.

Yes, they saw that Christine cared very much about the infantry regiment that did not escape, so they continued Khan's wisdom of besieging the point and attacking the reinforcements.

If she chose to rush to the prince's aid to stop the grassland people from pursuing her, the infantry regiment would be exposed to the butcher knives of six burly men.

If she chose to stay here and fight to the death with the grassland infantry, she would run the risk of the prince being caught up by the grassland cavalry and losing everything.

This is a dead end, no matter what choice you make, it's not the right one. As we all know, people are most likely to collapse under high pressure, so we just need to be patient...

No, what is this for?

Under the puzzled gaze of the grassland people, the kingdom knights made another circle and actually went behind the grassland infantry under the leadership of Christine.

then……

Wait a minute, you...Ah! (Screaming)

God’s chosen wisdom: when someone gives you a dilemma, the best option is to give up everything and carve out a way out for yourself. Even if you will die anyway, you would rather die in your own hands.

Therefore, facing the grassland people's conspiracy, Christine decisively chose revenge and launched a fierce attack on their infantry before the enemy.

Moreover, the plan set by General Crazy Lion was to have our infantry follow behind the enemy infantry regiment and gnaw at it, thus creating a sustainable but less fierce sense of oppression.

This makes it impossible for Christine and the cavalry to leave, or stay. They can only miss the opportunity in hesitation and suffer a crushing defeat.

Therefore, all the elite troops of the grassland people were placed in the front row, followed by the ordinary grassland warrior corps as the core.

As for those who fall behind, they all have low combat power and can only follow the crowd to cheer in this high-end game.

How could they have the strength to fight against the charge of such elite cavalry? To say that they were defeated at the first blow would be an embarrassment.

It was like a bunch of dominoes that had turned into spirits. They started to flee with a crackling sound before they even touched the enemy.

What’s worse is that, as we all know, when a person is in danger, they will subconsciously run to a place where they feel safe.

So in this situation, where is safe for these little soldiers?

So a ridiculous situation arose: the elite soldiers in the front row wanted to return to defense quickly, while the miscellaneous soldiers in the back row wanted to push forward.

The two conflicting sides were stuck in the middle, in a team of normal soldiers who were equally at a loss, unable to move.

If the people of the grassland had not developed a certain degree of unity and tacit understanding under the leadership of their supreme leader Khan, a stampede would have occurred immediately.

"It's over!"

But General Crazy Lion still hurriedly took his men to take a detour, determined to stop the enemy cavalry at all costs.

Otherwise, our army’s formation will be in chaos, and if the enemy attacks us from the front and back, we might really be in trouble today!

But when they finally arrived at the location, what they saw was not the ruthless knights of the kingdom, but...

What about people?

The mad lion looked around in confusion, trying to find any trace of the enemy among the messy footprints on the snow.

But just when he had some clues, his close confidant next to him patted him on the shoulder and spoke in a panic.

"Sir, look over there!"

Although the grassland people's confusion was not long strictly speaking, they were so busy rushing to provide reinforcements that they indeed forgot about the deep forest infantry who were originally following closely.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the people of Deep Forest quickened their pace and ran to a leeward slope not far from the battlefield.

If that's all, it doesn't matter. Just change the surrounding area. It's not a big deal.

——But what if there were thousands of war horses parked there for no apparent reason?

"Run, run, run!"

Feng En quickly mounted his and Christine's core team and started to run away, leaving the rest to others.

On the one hand, we are all comrades-in-arms after all, so we should leave a way out for our brothers.

On the other hand, hundreds of horses would be enough for them to fight for for a while, and at least they would not compete with him for the horses first.

Finally, having a commander and having no commander are two different concepts. Even if they have horses, they will definitely not be able to outrun themselves. Instead, they can help distract the enemy's attention.

There is no way. Now that things have come to this, only the most ruthless and cruel people can survive in the chaos.

Feng En can't be more evil than His Highness, but in order to see his wife and daughter again, he can only be second.

"...It's Feng En who's sorry to everyone. You guys should just wish for the best!"

But touching the horse does not mean that they can run away safely. The horse only gives them a chance to escape.

If they were to let the group of centaurs and orcs charge over, they would be like a bunch of frightened birds and would probably end up following the fate of the grassland soldiers.

He didn't even have the ability to resist and was crushed on the spot like melons and vegetables.

So when the grassland people returned to defend, they found that the Deep Forest Cavalry had inexplicably run away, because they had maneuvered in another direction at this time.

Although after several battles, most of the 3,000 elite soldiers had been killed or wounded, and only less than 1,000 knights were still capable of fighting, they were no match for the combined forces of Centaurs and Orcs.

But who wouldn't want to threaten someone? So they were like panting cats, barking dogs, and jumping mice. Through constant maneuvers and feints, they successfully pinned down the cavalry of the steppe people.

——Do you dare to chase us? If you dare to chase us, we will poke your dermatitis.

Barron and his second uncle could only shake their heads helplessly as they watched the thousand defeated soldiers flee madly into the snowstorm amid the curses of the other Deep Forest People.

"Forget it, forget it. There are only a thousand defeated soldiers. Aren't there still several thousand surrounded by us? Let them go."

But the battlefield is not just about fighting between large armies. In a valley not far away, two forgotten top masters are fighting each other.

Although half-elves are a bronze race two levels higher than ordinary humans, in terms of talent, they are also trampled upon by the Khan's golden bloodline.

So although the rolling thunder was still violent, the scorching flames had begun to lose strength, and were shrinking, and were on the verge of defeat.

Although the dean was ultimately defeated by his opponent, he had already bought enough time for the third prince, and he pushed hard, ending the duel.

At this time, the wasteland beneath their feet had completely melted in the collision of magic power, and the two of them relied on their superb levitation skills to avoid swimming in the magma.

Therefore, it would be more accurate to say that the Khan was not pushed away so much as he took the initiative to move a few meters away, tossed his battle robe, and distanced himself from the half-elf amid the clinking of jade pieces.

He slowly retracted the thunder magic in his hand and looked into the distance. The voice of the Lion Khan was as shocking as a huge bell.

"Yes, you successfully helped that cowardly prince escape without looking back."

Unfortunately, the taunting was ineffective, as the dean, who had long since developed a thick skin, simply sneered when he heard the words.

"You call this cowardice? Stupid! The bravest people will die first. Only those who survive can see the ending and the truth!"

But he obviously underestimated the popularity of his ears, because Khan also laughed and said something out of the blue.

"Maxim, is this why you kneel down and act like a dog?"

"you!"

The dean's eyes widened instantly when his sore spot was touched, but then he relaxed.

"Whatever you say, I hope that when I step on your grave one day, you can still be so eloquent..."

Then before he could finish his words, he suddenly turned into a streak of light and slipped away without looking back.

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For a long time, he smiled, nodded, and sighed silently.

"Okay, you have the ability."

However, precisely because Maxim was much better at escaping than fighting, he knew that running away was a big taboo.

Therefore, before the battle with Khan, several detection devices had been installed on the hillside which was used as a temporary position.

With the help of these exquisite alchemical creations, while competing with the Khan in magic power, he also had a firm grasp of the entire battlefield.

Otherwise, even if he could seize the most appropriate opportunity to escape, he would not have been able to escape so quickly, so decisively, and so perfectly.

So he knew about Christine's recognition of her relatives before the battle, and he also knew that she was traveling all over the map with 3,000 cavalrymen, and he also knew that Feng En had successfully escaped under her cover.

However, as a powerful person of his generation, even though Maxim himself felt that he was extremely shameless, he never had double standards in this area.

After all, if I can run, then so can others. It's like a dragon crossing the river, each one depends on their own ability.

But logically speaking, these more than 10,000 people were all abandoned by the third prince. In other people's eyes, they were already dead, so they could start drafting elegiac couplets.

However, Christine relied on her skills and operations to break through the plan of the third prince, and grabbed a thousand essences from it, and successfully sent them out from the encirclement of tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, this warrior who can be called the MVP of the losing side is definitely a talent. If he dies here, it will be a loss for the entire Shenlin!

If he were to be abducted by the grassland people and cleansed... no, he would be three points stronger than before, and the loss would be double!

So Maxim thought about it and felt that he couldn't leave her here.

He observed the battlefield for a while, looked for an opportunity, and prepared to rush up and take Christine away with him.

However, at this moment, his keen sense penetrated the wind and snow and perceived that in the distance there was an army of tens of thousands of people slowly approaching.

And their aura was very familiar to me, it was...

The half-elf dean was immediately overjoyed and no longer cared about Christine or not, and quickly fled over there.

That’s right, the third prince Aglo Lionheart, who should have fled the battlefield three thousand miles away to save his life, is back!

As for his confidence in returning to the battlefield, it came from the two nobles beside him who were dressed in luxurious clothes and even the horses under their crotches were adorned with gold and silver.

The gentleman on the left is the Duke of Chongshan, one of the twenty-four dukes in the North, and one of the most influential supporters behind the third prince.

After hearing that his investment target had suffered a great loss, he was afraid that all his efforts would be in vain, so he hurriedly led his 40,000 troops to rush to the rescue, and did not dare to stop for a single moment along the way.

Therefore, no matter how elegant and graceful he usually is, he now looks a little tired, with fatigue in his eyes and brows.

The man on his right looked much more relaxed, but after seeing the third prince, the expression on his face became somewhat awkward.

He coughed lightly to regroup, then smiled a standard business smile like Ji Ming.

"Your Highness, Third Prince, how are you?"

Because this gentleman with the title of Duke of Jusen is actually the second prince's man.

So why would the second oldest person come to help the third oldest person?

This story begins with a wonderful chance encounter.

"Hiss, that battle flag looks so familiar."

Duke Chongshan headed northwest, but when he was about to reach Ironforge, he found a large group of Deep Forest people on the road ahead.

Although he had recognized whose team it was by the logo on the flag, he narrowed his eyes and pretended not to know as he walked up.

"Oh, isn't this Duke Jusen? Why are you here? Are you here to help the Third Prince like me?"

The giant forest who is AFK like crazy: ???

I can only tidy up my appearance and meet him in person.

"…Tsk, ah! Of course, the Third Prince is a pillar of our army. How can I allow him to fall into danger?"

Chongshan clapped his hands and laughed when he heard this.

"Haha, I knew that His Excellency the Duke would be eager to help others and would never sit idly by!"

Then the voice changed again.

"Then may I ask why you are stationed here instead of hurrying on your way?"

The topic was very sharp, but unfortunately this level of surprise attack was useless. Ju Sen pretended to beat his chest and stamped his feet, and answered the question easily without any loopholes.

"Hey~ To be honest, the snowstorm today is too strong. I'm afraid that if I'm busy saving His Royal Highness, I might accidentally get all my men trapped."

"After all, they are all warriors of my Deep Forest. How can they easily throw their lives away here?"

"I believe Your Highness can understand this, right?"