"The wind is strong today!" Ditte cheerfully waved at ’Battlefield Lightning’ who had run out to greet him.
"Old Dog said it will get stronger." ’Battlefield Lightning’ blinked his eyes, "Ah, the Doomsday folks have arrived too, Lind, follow them.
Rember, you must stay close to those two strange ones."
Lind glanced over, blinking along with Lightning.
If judging by physique, those two were burly n like Lightning, and their armor was extrely thick.
Because Lightning had to consider the armor for his steed as well, he was dressed like heavy cavalry, but instead of full iron plates, his armor was woven with tal wires into scales, then assembled into armor.
Ditte liked it very much, so much that he sent his attendants to the Undead Tribe to learn how to make such armor.
But these two were not in canned armor; it seed many parts were modified to resemble... shields?
Yes, Lind finally understood the peculiarity—their armor was composed of many diamond-shaped shields!
Doesn’t wearing this feel uncomfortable?
"Young master Lind, co with us~" the leader said cheerfully, "Road Eunuch is waiting for you at the command post!"
"Assistant?"
"Solving problems for the boss, risking one’s life for the boss, working with cunning and insight, a perfect assistant is called a special assistant, abbreviated as an assistant."
"Ah, this person is old Doomsday, and ends up at the sa destination as Road Eunuch, but originally from a different family." ’Sui Chen’ explained softly to the bewildered Ditte, "That is, ah, even though your father is gone, he left behind a group of people who seem loyal but inwardly resist you. Even if you eventually conquer them all, they would still resist in words."
Hill, lying on a cloud, sympathetically glanced at the purple-faced Ditte.
How did William translate these words so fluently!
"Let’s go!" ’Battlefield Lightning’ shouted loudly at the embanknt, "Quick~ it looks like the opposing side is sending people over, haha~ today we’ll have a satisfying fight!"
’Sui Chen’ glanced at him, quickly took over the command, and ford a triangle center formation with other Bull Knights and Ditte’s subordinates... they were the triangle and Ditte’s subordinates were the core.
Seeing such thorough protection, most knights smiled with relief... though they weren’t afraid of battle, in large-scale battles where neither side truly dies but only they face danger, knights don’t rush to be sacrificed.
Yet there were still a few who seed a bit nervous, their horses moved slightly and snorted at them... their boots on the stirrups stiffened for a mont, making the horses uncomfortable.
Ditte and Lind quickly glanced at these few people, and their companions, so clever ones, moved aside a few steps.
Two deputies who usually only conveyed Ditte’s commands, scanned them sharply... not those who seed out of place, but the ones who reacted swiftly.
The formation returned to the most standard big triangle formation.
Leading was ’Battlefield Lightning,’ Ditte followed behind him, with ’Sui Chen’ on his left side; the remaining positions were taken by knights of the Battlefield Family skilled in defense, unlike before when Ditte’s direct subordinates stuck close by.
mbers of the Knight Corps exchanged glances, finding both deputy leaders and a few squad leaders approved of this situation, everyone remained silent.
What does this imply, even the dullest knight could figure it out: there are unstable factors in their team.
’Sui Chen’ turned to look at these young minds filled with various thoughts, adjusted his cape dancing in the wind twice, and smiled, "Okay, Lightning, you can begin your performance now."
"Yo-ho~" ’Battlefield Lightning’ scread oddly, raised his hamr, and shouted passionately: "Knights! Form up! Charge!"
Though Ditte’s Knight Corps hadn’t learned the combat formations of the Undead Tribe, they knew enough principles to steadily integrate into this attack formation for a charge.
The big triangle engulfed the vivid small triangle, and the sound of hooves thundered as they rushed towards the embanknt already in close combat.
This ti, as so Scattered Ones didn’t wish to get involved in the civil war while others harbored ulterior motives, Proud Sky Alliance beca the main opposition.
Luckily they had many priests.
’Old Age Striking King,’ while ’Cunlü’ husband and wife hadn’t yet taken the main stage, could help protect Old Dog and Lind, and the command post happened to float at the rear of their territory, directly led the Black Rose for a wave of counter-harvest.
The Moon Clan probably already knew sothing about her.
As soon as they saw the red skirts dance in the wind, so sensitive-minded males turned to other areas... preferring to swim further in the sea.
’Old Age Striking King’ jumped across the waves for ten minutes, after claiming dozens of victims, returned leisurely to the command post slowly leaving the Black Rose front.
Her family took advantage of this gap to successfully establish a strong enough defense... ’Old Age Striking King’s power also motivated nearby Scattered Ones, resulting in a higher presence compared to other families.
Seeing other families in a precarious state, Black Rose even had spare capacity to send support to the nearest Black and White Path, indeed Scattered Ones had brains.
If anyone wanted to trouble Proud Sky Alliance, they’d start with Black and White Path lacking people hands plus Night Slumber... although Night Slumber always follows Snow Old Dog, their battle strength is enduring: never peaked but never shied away... attack!
Who would attack the strongest family, that’s self-destructive behavior... after fighting Black Rose, could they withstand a combined attack from other families?
Thus, this defense line quickly filled with Scattered Ones.
’Old Age Striking King’ walked into the command post, "It’s exhausting! Killing is one thing, but I also have to strike a pose!
Old Dog, let Cunlü be the one posing!"
’Cunlü’, lazily leaning against ’Hard Wind,’ swung her snowy tapered legs on the edge of the Cloud Platform nonchalantly, but her words completely contradicted her radiant smile: "Whose mother do you want to be? Dog mother or pig mother? Or a mother neither hog nor dog?"
"Enough, ladies! Although our voices can’t escape this room, consider Young Master Lind’s feelings, and surely Hill who’s listening, please?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ spoke up without lifting his head.
Lind quietly tore the turmoil in his heart apart... he had just thought no wonder people said Hill viewed this lady differently, after all, he had seen three of Danboro’s first beauties, none compared to half the charm of ’Cunlü.’
He almost felt he had seen the Charm Goddess.
But, though his heart shouldn’t waver because she has a husband, yet one sentence could utterly crush it... let the fragnts be swept away by the wild wind to the End of the World!
"Wind speed, I think it has reached level 10." ’Hard Wind’ gently flicked a strand of silver hair resting on his shoulder from ’Cunlü’, his expression tender, yet his voice quite calm, "When it reaches level 11, should we head outside?"
"No need." On ’Snow Cloud Peak’s desk, from the pot of Windbell Grass blooming exceptionally well, Hill’s icy voice erged, "You both continue playing; after level 11, I’ll suppress the wind speed for you.
I see people can’t stand on the embanknt anymore."
"Ah... in that case, Mr. Hill... can you blow the wind towards the sea?" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ asked with a smile, "It can send so Moon Clan mbers back to the island."
"Of course, no problem, adding so force is doable."
"Ah, no, that’s unnecessary." ’Snow Cloud Peak’ said smilingly, "What I want is the real wind—Windy’s wind!"
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