Chapter 444 This Is Definitely a High-End Game

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

But on this huge battlefield, there are not only one or two generals fighting bloody battles.

Or if the current version of Yangyue is really determined by a few strong men, the Deep Forest People and the Grassland People will not have to gather tens of thousands of troops to bleed each other here.

Because no matter how brave Christine is, she can't change the inevitable decline of the cavalry regiment by suppressing the two commanders on the opposite side.

After all, after participating in the two battles of breaking through the enemy camp and hunting the centaurs, even the elite knights of the kingdom have almost reached the bottom of their physical strength and blue bars.

Now facing the counterattack of the centaurs and Oaks, they feel powerless. Although they will not be in chaos for the time being, it is a foregone conclusion that they will gradually lose the initiative on the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the uneasy thoughts that just arose in the heart of the third prince were suppressed again.

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

Now they have only sent out four, and they have already regained their face after being raided and penetrated by them.

Turn the tables? Impossible...

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

When they collide with the infantry regiment, I am afraid that half of the 10,000 people will be left behind.

With his brows furrowed, he still felt a little reluctant to leave so many soldiers behind, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

But after hesitating for a moment, he finally sighed.

"Master, I am afraid that the scales of victory have completely tilted towards them. Inform the whole army, don't wait, let's retreat immediately!"

Although his presence is not high, the dog that bites doesn't bark.

The aura is gentle and the magic power surges.

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, who had no emotion in his eyes and a bit of a sharp ear, was obviously a half-elf, but he didn't rush to answer.

Instead, he stroked his beard, closed his eyes slightly, and answered lightly for a long time.

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

If it were someone else, if they dared to act so arrogantly in front of a prince, their family would have been slammed on the wall.

But who can blame him for not only being a [magician] with more than 70 levels, but also the old principal of a magic academy in the Deep Forest Capital.

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

What?

You ask me how dare I brag about my secret dealings with the enemy chieftain?

Because everyone has done it, except for those who are pure peasants, who were actually the Deep Forest startup team of the Holy Tree nobles. Who hasn't heard the magic lectures of the sage?

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, it's not shameful to take other people's good things openly.

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 can only pray for good luck. This prince thanks you!

However, the main force of the grassland people is not the security guards of the vegetable market. How can they come and go as they please?

"Huh?"

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

"What's wrong...ah!"

The third prince was still confused, but the dean had already pulled his collar and retreated quickly, and at the same time held up a magic shield.

And he didn't need to be surprised, because in the next second, a thunderbolt hit the place where they were before.

The royal carriage, along with the unlucky coachman and the surrounding guards, was destroyed, and there was no trace of death.

The third prince's expression was wonderful when he saw this, and he trembled and said, "There is a master!"

The dean looked at the source of the thunder method, his eyes were stern, "The Khan is here!"

Sure enough, when the lightning in the distance gradually dissipated, a figure with a red battle robe fluttering and a height of more than two meters appeared there.

——The mane is really as bright as gold, standing with his hands behind his back, the facial features and body shape are so correct 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-color jade pieces that are strung together by thin tendons like armor, colorful and jingling, very beautiful.

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

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

Yes, this thing is actually a patchwork quilt from another world.

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

Therefore, these jade pieces are the symbol of the supreme power of the Pemos Khan, the symbol of equality of all Pemos people, and the basis for the Pemos Khanate to stand on the grassland.

The role is similar to that of the little monkey who successfully joined the Khanate and was awarded the position of 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 MSGA together!

Therefore, when the people in the deep forest were wondering whether Timos Khan was really coming, the people in the grassland were almost shaking the wind and snow with their cheers.

This is the common master of all the intelligent creatures on the grassland, plus a small number of highly intelligent monsters, totaling seven major races.

If he hadn't really been unwilling to sell his own figures, he might have transformed into one of the major earthly gods long ago, saving hundreds of years of detours and becoming the most powerful quasi-god far beyond the Wendigo.

And accompanying him on the stage were a fox-man shaman legion, a human mage legion, and the most valuable, the lion-man heavy-armed legion.

At this point, all eight elite legions from the Tamos Khanate came out and joined the battlefield to strangle the people of the deep forest.

So the first thought that arose in the dean's mind was actually to run. The enemy was already attacking with all his strength, and he alone could not turn the tide of the battle.

But as a Lord, with five hundred years of time and a complicated network of relationships, how could he, who had already taken root in the deep forest, abandon a prince and run away alone?

He could only take out an obviously elf-style staff and lower his voice.

"Your Highness, you take your bodyguards and mage regiment and leave first. Go and meet the enemy chief!"

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

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

So the bosses who really understand how to play mages are usually...

"Come!"

Accompanied by thunder and flash, Lion Khan rushed over with an explosive step, as fast as lightning.

But he was fast and powerful, but how could a half-elf magician with five hundred years of learning and combat experience be at a disadvantage?

His white robe was rolled up, he held his staff like a hammer, and saw blazing flames rising into the sky. He also turned into a ray of light and met the red lightning.

That's right, since mages are destined not to huddle in towers for the rest of their lives, warriors can't decide right from wrong just by relying on hand-to-hand combat.

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

Boom!

And when a level 74 [Mage] who is good at using fire magic collides with a level 76 [Warrior] who is good at using lightning magic, the momentum that breaks out is even more earth-shattering.

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

But as we all know, magic is not an internal force. Whether it is fire or thunder, it is something that can bring high temperatures.

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

Only a withered wasteland with a diameter of a hundred meters was left, trembling under the increasingly fierce magical confrontation, and even starting to turn slightly red.

Faced with this scene, the third prince...

The third child?

San'er!

Where are people?

Oh, listen to people's advice and eat enough. The third child has already taken his personal guards and the two thousand mages and ran away at the speed of light.

But he was relieved, but at this moment, General Feng En finally led the infantry regiment that had lost more than half, and escaped from the grassland people's camp against the pursuit of werewolves, leopard men and buffalo men.

"Cough cough cough..."

The werewolf leader is okay, but the leopard leader is really impressive with a gun.

Therefore, Feng En really fought for half his life this time and barely managed to survive the enemy's onslaught.

However, when he gasped for air, raised his eyes and looked around, the smile that had just appeared on his face solidified.

Because at a glance, he saw the prince's guard who was already running to the horizon in the snow and wind without looking back.

"..."

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

After all, he has been in this circle for many years. How can he not know what the noble master is like?

But many times what keeps people alive is their breath, and Feng En can only use this thing to keep that breath alive.

But now, the dream is broken, and I can swallow this breath.

…

"Greedy! You're the one who's stepping on the horse! You're the greedy one who's stepping on the horse!"

With a loud shout, Feng En took off his helmet, shined it on his face and began to shoot left and right.

In fact, he had a chance to leave at the beginning of the year, but he was not willing to just be a little baron.

Under the instigation of the Marquis, I still wanted to go higher.

What if, what if I could become a viscount?

When the time comes, you will be able to form a stable family of your own. It is not a dream for Fuyin to have descendants for generations!

The result is that because of this greed, I also became greedy!

Look, there are cows, leopards and wolves in the back, and there are foxes and lions in front of them.

The six elite legions of Tamos, with more grassland warriors who, although they could not join the advanced arms, were by no means cowardly, served their several thousand defeated soldiers.

If you can still win this kind of game, you will really see a ghost!

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

Therefore, the desperate Feng En seemed to have no other choice but to give up on himself.

However, while he was screaming strangely, "fighting" with the personal guards who persuaded him to cheer up, he continued to beat himself.

Horse hooves kicked, and a dark shadow like a sky suddenly covered it.

It was Christine who was also fighting endlessly and took a detour with only half of the cavalry left.

She looked at Feng En, who was crying, and raised her hand to wipe away the blood on 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 Viscount, I can't protect myself now. How could it be possible..."

"no!"

However, Christine interrupted him directly and said coldly.

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

"I……"

Feng En was dumbfounded by her willful words. She wondered if there was something wrong with this monster woman's head. How could it be...

However, his slander had just begun when he was also interrupted by Christine's words.

"The third prince just wanted to escape and left many horses behind, including the mounts of our fallen soldiers. They all became ownerless."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed at a hilltop not far away that was quite high.

"Although they are all livestock, they are not fools. They should all be hiding on 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 instantly understood what Christine meant, but just as he was about to lead his people to break out with the Viscount's people, he suddenly remembered.

"What about you?"

"Where will you meet us?"

Christine: "..."

"You don't have to worry about this matter. Just do your part first and then talk about it."

Feng En instantly felt that the blood that had just warmed up in his heart was half cold again, but what could he say, he could only nod.

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

Life will always find its own way, and the same goes for people who are afraid of death but not afraid of death.

After determining the subsequent strategic deployment, Vonn and Christine immediately led their respective subordinates to separate and start their own battle.

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

So after being ruthless and gathering the core few hundred people on both sides, they coerced other soldiers and started to break out.

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

"What is that, a centaur? How is he on the enemy's side?"

"No, look at the curve of her breastplate, it looks like she's a woman!

"Oh my God, can a woman and a horse grow so big? It seems bigger than the chief of the Gemstone Tribe!"

Although everyone on the grassland is theoretically equal, the differences engraved in the bones cannot be erased just like that.

So after all, the eight legions, dominated by orcs, subconsciously held back when facing the man.

after all……

If she were on our side, with her body type and fighting ability, she would not be happy in a fight.

——Have to be captured alive!