Maya knew that this battle was bound to be lost, even without Victoria's hint, she also understood. Her Royal Highness the Princess was not allowed to participate in the battle, which was already made clear. The soldier had been hungry for several days, swollen, sallow and thin, and caused by eating indiscriminately.

Dysentery has everything. The horses are almost dead a long time ago. The knights have no horses, and the men have no strength. How can they fight?

Faith? But faith cannot be eaten, and it is impossible to conjure reinforcements out of thin air. The miracles produced by faith are limited after all. However, the dead horse was in the pot, and Maya also got a share of the pie. She had never eaten horse meat before, and she did not eat horse meat after that.

I don't want this day to happen again.

The nun was worried about the fate of the soldiers. She had listened to too many confessions these days, and the contents of the confessions were varied. From ordinary fights, drinking and prostitution, to petty theft, the soldiers said everything. This is not a good sign.

It proves that everyone has lost hope for the future and just wants to be forgiven before death. The princess cannot see the great nun's dedication. If it were Victoria, not to mention the Duke's infantry, even the guards from the capital, how many guards does Victoria know?

Maya is too familiar with them to sit back and watch these people die.

As long as there is even the slightest chance of victory, she will definitely persuade the princess to give up this gamble that cannot even be called an adventure. After waiting for so long, wait for more than ten days until the snow melts, and reinforcements will come. Besides, could it be that

Will the white skin of the eternal forest watch the death of his monarch again?

Victoria ruthlessly rejected this possibility, and Emily further explained to Maya, an underground dweller, that the silt and floods caused by melting snow would make marching more difficult.

What I said is wrong. Is it right for you to put your hope in them, those white-skinned people? She really wanted to shout. Legolas and his rangers stared at each other across the long table, and they were so weak.

The nun could only hold back her words.

You always think that we are evil with dark skin, don’t we have white skin? Maya hates the superiority of Starsinger and those white-skinned people. We stayed in the same castle for dozens of days, and even if she saw her, she pretended not to notice.

See, or worse, spit on the ground as Maya walks by.

Maya listened to every word the legion commander said. Since Baipi could betray the Romans, what reason was there to believe that the Starsinger would not go into the eternal forest and wait until everyone outside was dead before coming out?

Even if there are survivors, the elves can kill people and silence them. As long as all those who know about it are dead, no one will remember that the Starsinger betrayed his allies again.

She thought a lot, but couldn't share it with others. The black-skinned bad guys were jealous of the fair-skinned good people, sowing discord behind their backs... Maya felt that her position was not stable enough, and her relationship with humans could not withstand such a test.

The nun kept her mouth shut and left the castle hall gloomily. No one behind her spoke out against the princess's plan. In the days that followed, she pardoned the sins of everyone who came to confess and spent her energy to heal.

A strong feeling of uneasiness inside.

Maya doesn't understand Victoria's predicament, in fact no one does. Victoria's ambitions have long grown beyond recognition. She wants to be the queen, and her younger brother, Prince Edward, is the heir to the throne. There is no doubt that unless Edward dies, the emperor

The queen has no new male heir to replace her, so it may be her turn, provided that there are no other suitable relatives in the family.

If she wants power, she must control the army. If she wants to be recognized by the nobles who have prestige in the army, she must have enough military exploits to gain political capital.

Before she was sure, she would not tell anyone about her thoughts, which could be called treason and usurping power.

The arrow tower higher than the city wall provides a good view, and Victoria can see every corner of the battlefield from here. The two mages stayed nearby, and the effect of intervening on the battlefield with magic support was not as good as expected. Sometimes the enemy and we are in constant contact, and they are afraid of accidental damage.

.Sometimes it is too far away and cannot be hit. Ballistas also face the same dilemma. They can't hit clearly, and even if they hit, the power cannot be compared with magic.

Archer? The chanter did leave three rangers for her, but when Victoria asked to shoot, the elves always shook their heads, expressing their unwillingness to waste the few arrows for ordinary undead. These were not her soldiers. Victoria took the elves.

I have no choice but to get angry at Emily.

Emily had warned her long ago that the mage would not be of much use if it did not follow the infantry. The female mage was thinking from a tactical point of view, while Her Royal Highness was considering the overall situation. Regardless of personal feelings or future considerations, she was reluctant to leave Ai.

Millie was sent down to die.

What about Flint? Are you willing to give it up again? Forget the toys he made for you? Think about what Leon would say if he knew you killed Flint?

The princess herself was speechless and forgot how to explain to Emily. Victoria, who was too lazy to explain, simply acted arbitrarily and ordered the mage not to go down as a princess. The superiors were arrogant, and Emily had no choice but to do so.

Surrender, all the members of the Mage Tower are considered private soldiers of the royal family, and she has no right to refuse. Unlike Maya, Victoria cannot stop her if she has to go down. The church is only responsible to God, and the power of kings is granted by God, so...

The neatly dressed nun joined the marching queue, and cheering for her were not only soldiers, but also noble knights. Winning people's hearts is very simple, just live and die together.

Sophie of the Bernard family really wanted to follow the perfect knight in her mind, but the eldest lady shouldered the important responsibility of taking care of the family's interests and wanted to speak out for the Bernard family in the empire. Her father had been offended to death by abandoning the city of Caen.

After losing the Frankish King and a group of great nobles, the family's survival in the future will depend on neighboring countries, and she cannot be willful.

Sophie bit her lower lip and gave the handkerchief to Sir Lancelot in front of everyone, as if Sir Lancelot was going to the tournament to show off, as if he was not a married man. Lancelot, wearing a bright red cloak,

Slot was stunned for a long time, but still stuffed the handkerchief into his breastplate.

"Fight for you, my lady." The knight said the classic line of the tourney, but it made Sophie cry, and the mage covered his face and ran away.

The princess stood on the city wall and watched the army march out, not in the inner courtyard of the castle. She deceived herself so that she could easily see the battlefield situation and decide when to signal the Starsinger to leave.

Deep down in her heart, Victoria just wanted to escape the guilt of sending someone to die. After all, she was only sixteen years old, which was not the age to die of conscience.

"Vicky!"

The voice came from below, and the princess shivered. There was only one person in the city who dared to call her that. Victoria raised her hand and shook it at Flint. The old dwarf grinned and followed the person in front.

Farewell, Mr. Furnace, my dear dwarf.
Chapter completed!