"Go and wake up the princess!" He pulled a subordinate.

The leather gloves hit the iron armor under the wool cloak. The red-cold face was both expectant and fear. The young man was so excited that he never forgot the etiquette in the army. He watched the guard's red cloak disappear at the corner of the city wall, and he stared at a local archer wearing only a leather jacket. The baron's man needed to bring his own weapons and equipment to fight. Compared to the farmer holding a pitchfork, the hunter was already well calculated.

This person is an excellent shooter, just make sure that the target is an animal like deer and hare.

"You, go and call the baron." Lancelot patted the hunter's shoulder hard, drawing his attention from the pile of skeletons that should have been buried in the distance.

"Yes, yes, sir." The country farmer had always seen the highest status as a baron, and Lancelot was an amazing figure to him.

The hunter ran to the stairs as if he was flying, and almost slipped and rolled down.

"Lady..." Lancelot originally wanted to ask Maya to go down, but he had seen the performance of the dark elf nun in war.

The Turks surrounded the foot of the mountain and beat drums. When the people on the mountain relaxed a little, there would be a flood of arrows flying overwhelming rain. Even if they were in such a desperate situation, the dark elves did not retreat. The blood-red eyes were looking at him, and their delicate lips moved, and their rebuttal words were about to blurt out.

"Please be prepared." The Jazz looked solemn, and he nodded slowly to the nun, treating her as a member of the defenders.

The army formation composed of skeletons is moving towards the city wall, and everyone is guarding their respective posts and has no time to put on armor for the nuns. There will definitely be considerable casualties when the battle begins. A nun who can bring miracles will stand by his side, which will better help the soldiers to fulfill their duties.

"Light up the fire brazier!" While the enemy was still marching in a distance, walking as neatly as a military parade, the jazz gave another order.

It is early morning, and the lack of warm sunlight shines on the white snow, and the visibility is great. He plans to use the rockets as a guide for subsequent shooting, so that every arrow will be wasted as much as possible. Before the war begins, the Skeleton Legion hides in the dense forest, and the scouts who venture into the deep will go but never return, and they are in a clear mind about the enemy Sir Xushi. The Star Songs provided an approximate number. The Elf said that if the Romans who died outside the barrier were counted in, regardless of military and civilians, there would be almost 40,000 people.

Forty thousand?! If Lancelot had the final say, he would choose to take the princess to retreat, and the faster he would return to the capital, the better. As for what would happen behind him, the Jazz couldn't think so far. He was an imperial guard knight, and protecting the safety of the royal family was his job.

Lancelot was able to inherit his family property when he was born. How could he understand Victoria's difficulties? After miraculously surviving from the Turkic siege, he killed the Ottoman prince, Victoria was like a gambler, her eyes were long red. To get rid of marrying a wife and unable to dominate her destiny, the princess must work dozens of times more hard.

He was seeking survival in danger and then gained military merits until the whole empire could not ignore her Victoria! So His Highness sat in the castle day and night, and the skeleton obviously did not disappoint her.

It wasn't that there was no sound of asking the Star Songs to hand over, Leglas Green Leaf escaped the border with the pile of skeletons behind his butt, clearly showing his uneasy intentions. Victoria suppressed all the opposition. Lancelot once thought the princess had a longer-term goal. Looking at the Living Dead Legion marching towards the castle in the snow, Lancelot felt that he was too arrogant to the princess.

Your Highness only wants a war, that's all.

"The arrow is on the string!" The Imperial Knight raised his right hand and fulfilled his oath of loyalty to protect the royal family.
Chapter completed!