Move a Monster To Another World

"General, what should we do now?"

The captain wiped a cold sweat and was frightened!

This is a murloc and an air attack. The Second Fleet has lost more than half of its combat effectiveness. How to fight next?

"The murlocs did not dare to approach. The scale of the air raid was too small. They ran out of explosives and would not come again! No one can stop the war in the Principality of Thousand Islands!"

Tristan has blood on his face and wounds on his body.

He was also injured, although not serious.

"But..." The captain was anxious.

"No, but. With so much loss, we must achieve brilliant results, or don't go back!"

Tristan raised his sword: "According to the original plan, follow me ashore!"

Boats were released, and soldiers came to the coast one after another.

Without the murlocs, all the murlocs ran away.

There were no air strikes either.

There is no ambush, which is normal. Tristan knows very well that a new small city of 10,000 people cannot make up many soldiers, and military strength is limited.

He brought five thousand elites, although there are still three thousand, but it is enough to destroy all enemies.

Three thousand elite soldiers came ashore, fully armed, and attacked North County.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, North County is just a small city after all, and there is no resistance.

It will soon belong to the Principality of Thousand Islands.

After this war, I did meritorious service when I survived. Be smarter and grab more good things. I won’t have to worry about it in my life. Maybe I can still enter the upper class...

Well, although the hope is not great, there is still hope after all.

Looking up on the boat, I picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance, thinking I could almost see North County, right?

Suddenly saw a piece of pink.

More than 20 pigs rushed from a distance, causing a mini-earthquake.

"It's a monster! Don't be afraid, there are only more than twenty heads! Everyone is scattered to avoid being rushed into formation! The archer prepares, the musketeer prepares, the wizard prepares, the artillery car prepares... the artillery car?"

boom!

The earth collapsed suddenly.

It is not a large area of ​​collapse, it is only a small area, but there is more than one.

Many places began to collapse, and many soldiers and artillery carts fell.

Never came up again.

I heard incomprehensible screams, and then screams.

Those soldiers were killed by something unknown, an unknown fear enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Don't be afraid, they are kobolds, they are as timid as mice, they dare not come up to fight us head-on! Gather in small groups! First deal with the beasts that rush over...what? The kobolds actually rushed up?"

Yes, the kobold rushed up.

Many, thousands of them.

They rushed out of the collapsed place, but they were not just kobolds.

There are also jackals!

Almost two thousand jackals rushed to three thousand elite soldiers.

The sudden attack disrupted the formation of the soldiers.

They are in chaos!

Human elite soldiers are strong not because of individuals, or even because of sophisticated equipment, but because of mutual cooperation.

Well-trained soldiers are like a whole.

An ordinary soldier must not be able to defeat a jackal, two or three.

However, 10 ordinary soldiers who cooperate with each other can contend with 10 jackals.

100 words can be crushed;

1,000 is a massacre.

But now, these elite soldiers couldn't cooperate at all and were completely dispersed.

Waiting for them will be a tragic fate.

One of the jackals is especially tall, wearing a full set of steel armor, carrying a battle axe in his hand, no one can stop it, it is more terrifying than the two-story pink pig!

"Everyone is close, defensive formation! Archer and Musketeer Mage are included, and the soldiers are out, fighting forever!" Tristan gritted his teeth and ordered.

The pink has arrived.

Regardless of them, they rushed forward all the way to disperse the troops just about to gather again.

Tristan blushed.

He knew that this time he had failed, and shouted: "Retreat! Retreat to the ship!"

The remnants retreated quickly, and the soldiers who fleeed for their lives had strength and burst out of unprecedented potential.

Let alone the kobolds, most of them escaped the hunt of the jackals!

In this case, running fast is actually not important, as long as you run faster than others.

After all, the jackals have not received professional training. They start to attack desperately when they catch up with one person, without the consciousness of outflanking them and leaving them all behind.

The warship is not far away.

It will be in range soon.

Once within the artillery range of the warship, they had enough cover to survive.

Suddenly, a cavalry came from a distance and cut off their retreat.

There are not many cavalry, even less than a hundred, but they are all elite.

The leader is an existence that is not worse than Ristan.

What is stopping is not a retreat, but the hope of life.

"Tristan, everything is over, you have nowhere to escape."

Marcus raised his spear and smiled: "I know you won't surrender... Then, fight with me... Surrender and charge!"

The Storm Knights charge like a war sword, invading the battlefield, and attacking the Jackal, Peppa Pig, and Kobold in the rear.

Someone surrendered, threw away their weapons, and knelt on the ground.

Then more.

There were thousands of elite soldiers still alive, but they surrendered one after another.

Those who did not surrender died.

In the end, only Tristan was left.

"I thought I would die, but I thought I would die in Lancelot's hands, not you, Marcus. Like many people, I look down on you and think you have tarnished the honor of the knight... You Not well-checked."

Tristan took a deep breath, but a heart fell into peace.

This war is over, but his battle has just begun.

"Marcus, the knights duel!"

Tristan picked up the spear: "Whether I win or lose, I will die here, but if you kill me, I ask you to send my body back. All you need is a small boat and let me return with the sea breeze. Hometown, the soul belongs to the other world... I don't want to die in this sinful place!"

"The Island of Storms is not a land of sin, but a land of new life, a land of hope. Well, you won’t understand, sentimental knight. In fact, I always felt that you should be a musician, not a place. Warrior... the war does not belong to you, you are not a qualified commander in command, Tristan."

Marcus raised the silver gun: "In the name of the knight, as you wish!"

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The second warship of the first fleet, the command room.

A boy like a porcelain doll was full of fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

He opened his mouth to form a Type 0, looking at the flagship submerged by the murlocs, a stormy sea raged in his heart.

The flagship was blown into two pieces by one shot!

Hundreds of crew members were poked thousands of holes by murlocs!

Uncle Bedwell, his father’s loyal knight, was skewered by a super-giant murloc with a steel spear that was more than 30 feet long. At the same time, the first mate and second mate of the flagship were also skewered. , There are seven or eight crew members!

The flagship is over.

The First Fleet is completely finished!

"I knew I knew it, and I knew that Brother Gawain was not easy to provoke! I knew he was not easy to provoke since I was a child! You guys don’t listen to me! Are you over?"

He squashed his mouth and wanted to cry.

Why do you think Brother Gao Wen is so bully?

Don’t you know that Brother Gawain has always been pretending?

"What can I do now!"

He was annoyed, and wondered why he didn't retreat?

"Prince Sverre, I have always felt that you are the third smartest of all princes and princesses, second only to Lord Gawain and Princess Catherine. But you are too young. It is the first time you have witnessed a real war with your own eyes. Knowing that the power struggles and intrigues in this world are far more terrifying than your little cleverness."

A hand fell on his head, and his voice was dull: "It’s not that no one knows that Gawain is pretending, but everyone thinks that if a person pretends to be dude for a long time, he will become a real dude, plus after all There is a bit of fear, so no one dares to really do anything to Gao Wen, just want him to fend for himself... At this point, Gao Wen is beyond everyone's expectations. He is smarter than everyone thought. Really amazing."

Sverre raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, like a frightened little rabbit: "Earl North? Uncle Drake, why are you here!"

"I've always been here, but no one knows."

The hand of the northern earl left Sveil's head.

He looked at the flagship that was sinking slowly, the mouth of the old shark that quickly sank to the bottom of the sea, and the disappeared Gawain and Vivian, gently shook his head, with infinite emotion: "Her son is just like her. Smart... Swell, you should learn from Gawain, it's useless to be clever. Or learn from Princess Catherine and resolutely not participate, how good?"

The Earl of the North was in a trance.

The Grand Duke has seven children, four sons, and three daughters.

Prince William, the oldest "Golden Earl", is a great warrior. He sits on the richest Golden Island, but he is not smart enough and is far from tolerance.

"Mrs. Harvest", Princess Christo, joined the Agricultural Church when she was very young, as a bargaining chip to win over the Agricultural Church, but now she is deeply involved and has become a high-ranking member of the Agricultural Church. Instead, she has gone further and further away from the Pendragon family. .

"Viscount North Island", Prince Robert, is too mediocre, so mediocre that there is no sense of existence.

Princess Catherine, the "elf princess", has half of the elf blood and inherited the peace of mind of the elf clan. When she became an adult, she went to the elf forest on Linsha Island and studied with the archdruid. I am afraid that he came back at the order of the Archdruid Lord.

The little princess Sophia, who is still young, is very much loved. Although she is very smart, she may not have the chance to continue to grow up.

Calculating, in fact, the most suitable candidates for the next archduke are Gawain and Swell.

Sveil is younger than Gawain.

But Gawain was banished.

If a few more years, when Swell grows up, the situation may be quite different.

However, there is no if.

"Uncle Drake~www.wuxiamtl.com~ what should we do now? Attack or retreat, I'm up to you!"

Sveil was still clever, keenly aware of something wrong.

The sudden appearance of the Northern Earl was planned for a long time and was related to this war.

But Swell said nothing.

He can only be a kid who doesn't understand anything now, pinning everything on the northern earl.

In this way, he can live a little better.

"What a clever boy."

The Earl of the North touched Swell's head affectionately, and then looked into the distance, which was the direction where Gawain and Vivian disappeared: "The fleet will be on standby... the center of this war has never been the three major fleets. It's the two of them!"

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