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Lauren and Bertrand chatted for a long time. There was no doubt that this bandit was the most representative figure of the new nobles. No one would have thought that the leader of the Bergerac bandit gang in the Chalon Forest would one day be able to join the ranks of the great nobles in the Knight King's kingdom and become the representative of the new nobles. He even became the chosen one of the God of Nature, Tal.
Although Bertrand was the main messenger, the Lady of the Lake still received a considerable degree of respect from him. The commander of the Old Guard was once a little depressed because of the impact of Davu's incident, but he was now full of pride and his face was ruddy. Seeing that Lauren took the initiative to speak, Bertrand was neither servile nor overbearing. He talked to Lauren about recent events and put forward some of his own opinions at the same time.
"Can you share some of the urgent military news just now? Sir Davu? "Lauren then asked Davu," What urgent news is it? If you can't tell me, then forget it. "
"Uh …" Davu hesitated a little. It was natural that he did not read Tsar's letter, but judging from the news that Laing told him in front of him, it was not something that needed to be kept secret at all. And Lauren was the regent of the kingdom appointed by the Knight King himself. He handled many things for the king, so it shouldn't be a problem to tell him, right?
The deputy commander tried to explain Tsar's request as concisely as possible. Lauren shook his head and almost scolded Tsar for being a fool. The regent of the kingdom was also furious. He thought to himself, 'We contributed a lot, and even Kalad was seriously injured. In addition, the troops sent to support Örengrád were either the Sea God Knights or the elite infantry regiment. Now that you're here to pick up the peaches, why didn't you do it earlier?'
"Speaking of which, the reason why our Old World is in such a sorry state is all because of this woman." Raymond said indignantly. Today, the thirty-year-old Old Guard was wearing a standard uniform. Even the Lyonnesian serf looked a lot more handsome. In addition, his years of military service gave him the temperament of a soldier. The countless battles and victories he had experienced in the past few years in the Old Guard gave him a unique sense of pride and dignity. If the serf had faced Lauren back then, his only reaction would have been to kneel down and kowtow. But now, he calmly handed a glass of black beer to Lauren and said indignantly, "In the face of such a large-scale invasion, he actually gave up on defending the city and didn't ask for help from the Empire or us. What an idiot!"
"Everyone has a wishful thinking, soldier." Lauren didn't like drinking black beer very much, but he didn't refuse. The Regent of the Kingdom drank it in one gulp and then cut a large piece of the roasted lamb leg next to him with a silver knife. "Do you know what her biggest failure is?"
"Your Highness, please enlighten us." Bertrand was very polite to Lauren.
"The biggest failure is that she didn't immediately ask for help from the Empire. The second is that she should have concentrated her forces at the most critical moment. At the beginning of the battle at Zedevka, she didn't put in enough troops. When she found out that the Pernicious Legion couldn't take down the city for a long time, she should have immediately led her personal guards to attack." Lauren gestured and said, "Then when the Aslin Legion appeared, every decision she made was wrong. If it were us, you can think about what His Majesty did in today's battle between the three kings."
"His Majesty immediately ordered the whole army, including the Old Guard, to immediately press forward and charge in person?" Bertrand nodded repeatedly.
"That's right. There were fewer people, and they were already at a disadvantage. They should have concentrated their forces to break through one point." Lauren sighed. "His Majesty's approach was correct. He immediately ordered the whole army to press forward regardless of the cost. At the same time, he personally went out to ensure that he appeared where everyone could see him to maintain morale and strengthen the offensive. This was what the female Tsar should have done at that time. In the end, she chose to run away … Whether she ran away or not, from the moment she retreated, the outcome was already decided."
"Yes, from the moment she retreated, the outcome was already decided." Bertrand agreed. The commander of the Old Guard looked at the grand banquet scene and said with some sarcasm, "Have the people of Midden never won before? Why do they look more excited than us? "
"Oh, Sir Bertrand, in the name of the lady, please do a good deed and let Boris Todbinger and his people of Midden go. Their most bragging victory was the victory brought to them by His Majesty Laing." Berchemund, Duke of Bastogne, had won unimaginable glory and wealth in this war. He directly broke open a green-skinned wild orc colossus with his hands and took out all the large pieces of gold inside for himself.
"Boxi, did His Majesty say what to do next?" Lauren turned his head and asked.
"Rest." Berchemund took a drumstick from the table without hesitation and ate it. "We will rest in Midden Stange for three days."
"Rest again?" Lauren was a little dissatisfied with this. "Perhaps we should pursue the victory."
"It's because the war is over and we are about to approach the Chaos zone that we need to rest even more." Berchemund nodded. "It's hard to say if we will have a chance to rest after this."
"Well, I understand."
The next day, early February, 2515 of the Old World Empire Calendar.
After a short day of sunny weather in Midden Stange, it snowed heavily. The snow covered the battlefield outside the city, and the branches were covered with snowflakes. In the fluttering white fluff, Laing opened his eyes in his bedroom.
Knight King had stepped into the peak of the Sanctuary-realm.
Teresa, who was sleeping soundly, was lying on his left, and Morgiana, who was on his right, had disappeared. She must have gone out for something. Veronica was wrapped around him like an octopus, and the high-level spiritual tattoo on her lower abdomen was shining.
Laing gently took Veronica off his body and covered her with a quilt. Teresa opened her eyes. "Laing? Are you getting up? "
"What about you? Dear Teresa, are you getting up too? "Laing smiled. He turned over and covered the sorceress with a quilt.
"I don't have any strength in my body. How can I get up?" Teresa complained. "I want to sleep for a while more."
"Then you should rest for a while more." Laing did not say anything more. Teresa was still firmly stuck at the peak of the legendary realm. It could only be said that her bloodline had made her strong quickly, but at the last step, her bloodline had become the key factor that restricted her from breaking through to the Sanctuary-realm.
The lack of strength also caused Teresa to be very weak in that kind of thing. Basically, she had already thrown away her armor and thrown away her armor at the beginning. She was so tired that she fell asleep.
Laing reached out and rubbed his waist. The Knight King thought to himself that the most difficult group to deal with was Suria, Lilith, and Veronica. The king changed his clothes and was about to go out when Veronica woke up. "Dear, where are you going?"
"To have breakfast and to walk outside the city." Laing smiled.
"Oh, then I'll go with you." Veronica wanted to turn over and get out of bed, but her legs were weak. In the end, she had to ask Laing for help. "Dear, help me. I can't move."
"Hehehehe." Laing laughed like a dog.
"You bastard!" Veronica grabbed a pillow and threw it at Laing's face. "Pull me up!"
"Okay, okay, okay."
When everything was done and they came out for breakfast, it was already past nine in the morning.
Veronica had changed into a white, hazy starry silk dress. The dress was very short, only about 20 centimeters above her knees. She wore a pair of black, knee-length suede boots with sparkling diamond pendants. She was proud of her long, straight, and slender legs. The dark, slightly revealing velvet pantyhose reflected a faint fluorescent light under the corridor window. The texture was so tempting.
The female president wore a full set of golden jewelry from the Imperial Emperor. Her dark brown wavy hair fell over her shoulders, and her sweet face was full of thick blush. There was a terrible magic swirling in her sweet almond-shaped eyes. It was a magic torrent formed by the fusion of Akasha's Wind and Hessian's Wind.
The two met Aurora in the corridor. The Sanctum witch obviously did not sleep well last night. She had dark circles under her eyes. When she saw Laing and Veronica come out, her face turned pale. "Where's Teresa? Laing, I have something to talk to her about. "
"Teresa is still resting. She's in my room. You can go to her if you want," Laing said casually. "Veronica and I are going out for a while."
"Okay, and can you be quieter in the future?" Aurora said angrily. "You're disturbing my rest, do you know that?"
"Oh, Deputy President Aurora, what else can you do besides bargaining with my dear all day long with Teresa?" Veronica took a step sideways and stood directly in front of Aurora. The female president said fiercely, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't want to say it, don't disturb me and Laing!"
"Of course, there's something. The mark of the famous Black Hand of the Tzeentch Sect has been found in Middenstanger. Her Highness Morgiana has summoned the Knights of the Holy Grail to deal with this matter. It's because of this matter that I'm going to look for Teresa." Aurora was also aggressive. She seemed to be at loggerheads with Veronica. "I'm serious!"
"Stop quarreling, stop quarreling." Laing had to stand between the two of them. He reached out his hand and motioned for them to stop quarreling. "Very well, Lady Aurora, you go look for Teresa. I'm going out with Veronica. That's it, okay?"
Seeing Laing approaching, Aurora took a step back weakly. Her blue high heels and long straight black stockings trembled slightly under the brown windbreaker. She nodded silently, apparently not intending to continue the confrontation with Veronica. "Then, then I'll go first."
After saying goodbye to Laing and Veronica, Aurora got permission to enter Laing's room. As soon as the Sanctum witch opened the door, she smelled a strange smell in the room. Her legs went soft and she squatted on the ground.
"Oh … damn … Dark Elf, Lake Goddess Witch, what happened at that time …"
… I'm squatting on the ground …
Coming out of the town, there were troops resting everywhere outside the city.
Laing's appearance caused the soldiers to cheer. They gathered together and scrambled to show their trophies and achievements to the Knight King. The young serfs came up to the king and shouted their names, so that the king could remember them. Even if it was only for a moment, they would be satisfied.
The prestige of the Knight King was now at its peak. After winning the Battle of the Three Kings, his prestige was now comparable to that of the first Knight King Arthur. From the knights to the serfs, everyone was fascinated by Laing's strength and talent.
"They all admire you. People love you, my dear." Veronica held Laing's arm and felt proud. The female president's legs were too weak to walk. She could only lean on Laing to support herself. "I love you too."
"But we must be vigilant." Laing held Veronica's hand. After greeting the army, the king walked a little further out into the forest. He intended to test his new power after reaching the pinnacle of the Sanctum. Laing held Veronica's little hand wrapped in a black lace glove and said gently, "You're a little too full of yourself, my dear. Since you became the president, you've become a little arrogant. You haven't learned how to filter those flattery words, have you?"
"That's inevitable." Veronica was a little embarrassed. The snow fell on her clothes and hair. The female president sighed softly. "After a long time, even I can't resist it. If it weren't for you …"
"It's not difficult to be in politics. It's not a crime." Laing stood in the wind and snow, but all the white snowflakes were blocked by the psionic shield around him. The Knight King looked at his female president and narrowed his eyes. The psionic light in his blue eyes surged and spun. "This is the basic way to be in power, my dear. Because you've always been under my protection, everyone knows that you're my woman and also my beloved woman, so you can do whatever you want. It's comfortable for you, but it's not good for your growth."
Veronica nodded. There were two explanations for the so-called Chamber of Innocence. The first one referred to the Chamber of Innocence. The first one was to please those powerful factions to ensure that one would not be ousted. The second one was not to be immobile, but to not be reckless.
"If you want to build a giant castle, you need a foundation that is twenty to thirty meters deep. You also need a dwarf to look at it. If you want to build a hut, you only need a piece of wood and a few pillars as the foundation." Laing spread out his hands. The Knight King said with certainty, "But the problem now is that most people want to build a giant castle on a piece of wood and a few pillars."
"My foundation is too shallow." Veronica understood. The female president said softly, "I'm now in charge of the Sorceress Assembly. It's not because I'm strong or good at management, but because I have you behind me."
"Yes, everyone is not convinced by you, but by me." Laing nodded. "That's all I have to say. Aurora and Teresa are the deputies I've sent to you. You have to make them listen to your orders first."
The two continued to walk into the depths of the forest. Laing wanted to find a place to test his new power at the peak of the Sanctuary-level. At the same time, he also wanted to get some fresh air and have a date with Veronica.
As if he was in a good mood, the Knight King sang. His voice shook the snow off the trees and echoed in the snowy forest.
"Run forward ~ Face the cannon of Urban ~"
"How can you feel the greatness of Rome without experiencing hardships ~"
"Osman ~ Can't make us kneel ~ and beg for mercy ~"
"Even if ~ Blood spills all over the purple robe ~"
Far away in Ruthia, Fogen sneezed.
At the same time, just as Laing began to test his new power in the forest.
Ridge of the World, on the snowy plains of the Red-Eyed Mountains.
A traveler, a warrior who was more than 2.6 meters tall, appeared on the snowy peak. His bright golden hair was tied into numerous braids on one side of his head, and the other side of his head was tied into a braid that pointed to the sky. The other side of his head was long golden hair that hung down from his ears.
His gorgeous dwarven armor was branded with many dwarven runes, and his chest was full of wolf teeth and wolf skulls. The cloak on his back was made of wolf skin, and on his robe was a pattern of a hungry wolf running among the stars.
A long, sharp blade that exuded a strong chill hung on his waist, and a large spear shrouded in the light of the sun on his back. The traveler walked quickly against the snowstorm. "Wait for me, Oleg, Laing, I'll be right there!"
Beside him, there was a group of Icefield Giant Wolves. Each wolf was at least one meter tall and two meters long. These Giant Wolves all followed behind the traveler as if he was their leader.
In addition to these Icelandic Giant Wolves, there were also two Giant Bears following behind the traveler. These Giant Bears had a rather peculiar appearance. They were huge, two meters tall, and three meters long. Furthermore, their bodies were alternating between black and white. Other than their white bodies, the area around their ears, eyes, limbs, and forelimbs were all covered in black fur. They looked rather charmingly naive.
The Giant Bear walked at the front, and it soon met a green-skinned war boar who was patrolling. When the green-skinned saw the Giant Bear, he couldn't help but laugh. "Hahahaha! Why did I meet such a thing this morning? I'm laughing so hard!"
"Roar!" The Giant Bear raised its black claws, pointed at the green-skinned war boar, and roared loudly.
Super fierce!
"Ahahaha! What did Gru do with this thing? Look at me …" The green-skinned war boar was still laughing.
"Bam!!!" Before he finished, the Giant Bear slapped him.
The head of the green-skinned war boar spun back and forth on his neck.
One round, two rounds, three rounds …
Then, it fell down.
"Roar!" The Giant Bear continued to roar.
Super fierce!
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