Infinite Gentleman

The Lord of Chaos, who was excited about his coronation just now, stood up without hesitation: "I am—"

The next second, his head flew high. No one can even see clearly how this woman made the move.

"Also, is there anyone?" She looked around. The pressure was several times higher than that of the Chaos Lord, and the chaos followers around could not help but weaken their knees.

They knelt down one after another. Fearful, even piously swear allegiance to her. The attitude is better than before, and he treats the quasi-chaos lord how many times better.

"So." Then the woman said again: "The next question is, has anyone of you met Wright Baldwin?"

"...Wright Baldwin?" The chaos disciples looked at each other, all looked at a loss, and couldn't figure out the four ways of the Supreme Lord...

Originally speaking, shouldn't Lord Lord at this time give some exciting speeches?

Explain how evil and pious you are, and swear that you will conquer, destroy, and kill all the followers of the false gods, so that the entire world will become a chaotic world... or something.

But Wright Baldwin. Who is that? Or, what is it?

The next moment, the heads of the closest chaos believers flew up again.

"You guys, don't you know?" She said with some disappointment and dissatisfaction: "If you don't know, it's useless."

As her voice fell, the group of pure black cavalry behind them raised their weapons. As long as she gave an order, they would launch a charge against these inconspicuous defeated soldiers. All these scum that is not worthy of living in the world will be swept away--

Just when the believers were frightened, afraid, and desperate, and only a few gritted their teeth to resist, the crowd separated, and a group of "people" with dull-eyed eyes came out surrounded by one of them.

The "person" surrounded by them-to be more precise, it should be a "head". Under him was the softest velvet cushion. He was carefully held in his arms by his servant.

"Your Majesty, the greatest, the most powerful, and the most noble." He said in a pleasing voice: "I really want to answer your question, but if you don't make it clear, make it clear Who is Wright Baldwin, or what, how can I answer you?"

"He is... the person I have been looking for."

The voice hesitated a little, and the girl frowned, as if she didn't know how to describe it: "Yes, it's incomparable...that..."

"Ah, I see, he is the best and most incomparable man in the world, isn't he?" The head smiled and said, "If this is the case, I have some clues--"

Having said that, the head was almost frightened by the girl's fierce gaze.

"You know?!" The excitement in her voice was simply uncontrollable.

"Yes, yes. It is very possible." The head swallowed. "I have indeed seen a very good-even perfect person. Although I don't know his name, maybe he is you. The Wright Baldwin I was looking for.

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In the no-prize quiz, everyone guess who the girl appears in the article?

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Chapter 17 The Road to the South

Ten minutes later, after a hysterical roar, the girl did not hesitate to order to kill all the chaos believers nearby. The only thing left is a head—a guy who was once a powerful chaos warlock named Alexandre.

But with only one head left, it is difficult to say whether he is alive or dead.

The High Lord Lady locked him in a bird cage and hung him on the side of her marching tent. The only remaining function of this Chaos Warlock is to make suggestions for the Supreme Lord.

He considers himself a staff member and military adviser of the Supreme Lord, but the warlords, lords and champions who are more loyal to her, only talk about him as a toy or even a decoration. Dismissed him.

"But, sooner or later, you rubbish will understand. Heh heh heh heh." In the dark night, when everyone left the camp, only one of them was left, the once powerful Chaos Warlock would send out a night owl. The strange smile made the Chaos Warriors standing guard around them shudder...

...

At the same time, the original sincere army on the battlefield is still on its way south.

General Elius under his command felt that he couldn't understand his behavior style more and more——

Yes, under his command.

Although he does not have any affiliation with Zhang Cheng, his immediate boss should be the General Marshal Rick led by Rick, and even higher, it should be Emperor Carl Francis.

However, on the battlefield, the original "miracle" was sincerely displayed-more importantly, after showing his military talent and strategy, General Elius' mentality began to change.

Even when he sincerely claimed once again and half-jokingly that he was the apostle of the Emperor, the old general did not object.

In the Legion of Elius, it was more effective to speak honestly to General Elius on the battlefield.

I don't know when it started, this has become "common sense" in the legion.

Occasionally, there are people who are uneasy about General Elius, believing that they have sincerely usurped General Elius' power, and the army must be careful. But the general just shook his head in silence.

At least for the time being, Battlefield has done a good job sincerely, even better than he had imagined.

His vision, insight, and actions are better than those of General Elius.

To retreat southward, for General Elius, it was just a "retreat southward", but to the original sincere battlefield, it was a new beginning and a new battlefield.

On the way to the south to retreat, Yuanzheng on the battlefield did not walk with his head sullenly, but kept gathering the rout soldiers.

The Empire’s military operations to assist Kislev completely failed.

The four armies from Osterland, Ostermark, Nordland and Midland retreated across the board. The same goes for the army of the Kislev Kingdom itself, as well as the northern dwarf reinforcements that came to the rescue.

Tens of thousands of battle damages and the deaths of a dozen imperial generals and archbishops caused the remaining soldiers to collapse.

Unlike the Lucky Elius Legion, which was redeemed by the "Apostles," these troops were all plunged into the chaotic tide, and were beaten by the endless mad army.

The road to the south was full of numb expressions, empty eyes, staggered feet, and defeated soldiers who had no weapons in their hands.

Army from all provinces of the empire, and a few North dwarves—their mountain fortresses were broken by the chaotic army and became poor bereaved dogs.

Also poor is Mrs. Kisri.

After the Chaos Army broke through the last city of Kisliffe and stripped their czars alive, Kisliffe can no longer be called a country.

No matter who these guys used to be.

Kislev’s generals, nobles, their proud wing cavalry, dragoon, Ugore archer or Klimt guard. That's all happened before.

These guys with disheveled hair, haggard faces and dull eyes are more like refugees than soldiers.

They don't have a decent armor, and many of them are empty-handed, without a weapon.

The country is destroyed, the country is defeated, the ruler is killed, and the country is ravaged.

All kinds of sufferings combined, destroying their last dignity and self-confidence.

Looking at these poor guys, they might run as fast as rabbits if they move slightly.

Judging from the experience of General Elius, this kind of scum is no longer useful. In addition to consuming valuable munitions, their greatest use is to scream like a woman-spread chaos and defeat the battle that could have been won-