Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"Hah!" After pushing George away, Ranna slashed down with her sword at an angle. George's muscles were already paralyzed at this time, and he had no time to fight back, so he was hit by the sword.

George cried out in pain, and the pain also aroused George's last ferocity. After realizing that he couldn't win in a normal way, George roared and gave up all his defenses. He held the sword and used all his strength to stab at the weak point of the chest and abdomen of Ranna's armor.

In George's eyes, the style of Ranna's armor was very strange. Although it looked beautiful, it was not practical and had flaws everywhere.

Ranna also realized George's intention, and immediately roared, raising her sword and stabbing in the same way.

With a loud bang, the two men's armor collided with each other, and the swords of both sides stabbed into each other's bodies.

George's sword pierced the weak spot between Ranna's chest and abdomen, but was blocked by a magic shield.

And Ranna's sword pierced deeply into George's upper right abdomen.

Chapter 443: Batoran Warhorse

The sacred duel between Ranna and George just began, and then it ended in just a few moves.

From the moment Lind gave the signal, the two of them exchanged three moves in total, competing in strength with swords, Rana's diagonal slash, and now the two sides were fighting straight forward.

Although the process was brief, everyone watching realized that the winner was determined by the score. Ranna and George stood there with their shoulders clasped together, motionless.

The question is who wins?

Linde couldn't help but tighten his grip on the gun. George's last move reminded Linde of something his father, Kong Nan, had said when he was alive. In a duel, if you are stronger than your opponent, or you are evenly matched, then there is nothing to say. But if your opponent is much stronger than you, then you will give up defense and fight to the death to decide the outcome in the shortest possible time. In Linde's opinion, George's actions just now were just like that.

What's the situation now!? Is Ran Na also seriously injured!?

Under Lind's anxious gaze, the two finally took action. Ranna first turned her hands holding the sword in place, then pulled it out, stepped back a few steps, and looked at George vigilantly.

After George's sword was pulled out, a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound. Then George raised the sword. After a few seconds, George's knees went weak and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Ahem~" George spit out a mouthful of blood, and struggled to raise his head, looking at the sky with a look of relief. "Lady of the Lake... are you here to pick me up?"

"It's...my...honor...to fight for you..." George struggled to raise his hands, then his hands suddenly dropped down, his head fell down, and he died in a kneeling position.

After a moment's silence, Ranna released her fighting stance and stood up straight.

"He's dead." Ran Na swung the sword to shake off the blood stains on the sword, and prepared to wipe the sword clean with a cloth. If the sword is not cleaned and put back into the sheath directly, it will not take long for the sword to corrode and be damaged.

"Ranna, are you okay?" Linde ran over and touched Ranna's waist and abdomen with a concerned look on his face. "Did you get poked here? Are you okay?!"

Judging from the angle of the last sword fight, this is where Ranna was stabbed. For the sake of beauty, this place is not covered with metal, but with cloth, which is also Lind's design.

There are many similar places, some designs that are not practical from the perspective of armor, such as the wrong curvature of the armor, poor defense of the materials used, etc., but these were all decided by Lin De, not for anything else, just to make it look good.

However, Lind obviously would not let his female knight wear such unsafe armor to fight, so in order to make up for the lack of defense, he went to Ilfa for a long time and persuaded Ilfa to design a set of compensatory defensive magic runes.

Judging from the results, this set of armor also produced unexpected effects. Based on his own experience, George instinctively stabbed at the place that seemed to be the weakest, but due to the existence of defensive magic, this place was actually the strongest, not only making George's attack ineffective, but also giving Ranna a great opportunity to counterattack.

To make sure that Ranna was not injured, Lind carefully palpated her waist, which made Ranna blush. Men's heads and women's waists should not be touched casually.

"My master, please don't worry, I'm fine." Shy, Ranna took a step back and escaped from Linde's "claws". "Please don't worry, I'm fine. Besides, I won the duel and I present the victory to you!"

"Yes, I saw it all." Lind nodded with satisfaction. "Well done, my loyal female knight."

"As the victor, everything he has is your trophy." Lind pointed at George's body, indicating that Ranna could take whatever she wanted of George's things.

"Thank you for your generosity, my master." Ranna was excited when she heard the words, and then her fiery eyes looked at George's warhorse at the first time.

Horses have a very high status in the minds of the Batolans. The importance of horses to knights is self-evident. A good horse is as attractive to a knight as a peerless beauty.

Anyone could tell at a glance that George's horse was definitely a majestic and good horse, at least much better than the inferior horse that Ranna had ridden before.

The master died in the battle, and George's horse just stood there quietly, without making any noise or noise, and it was hard to tell what kind of emotion it had about the death of its original owner. Noticing Ranna's gaze, Lind also looked at the horse.

Linde also wanted to express his sincere admiration, saying that this was truly a majestic and fine horse.

"Is this... Batoran's warhorse? The kind with mixed elven blood?" Lind walked towards the warhorse and asked as he walked.

"Yes." Ranna's heart sank, and she bit her lip subconsciously, as if the beauty she had chosen was chosen by her leader first. "This is indeed a Batoran warhorse with elven horse bloodline."

The two men walked towards the warhorse, one in front and one behind. The warhorse also noticed the two men and looked over.

"Does it bite?" Lind asked curiously.

"No." Ranna shook her head. "It will just hit me."

As a knight's squire, Lind knew that a tamed horse would usually stay where it was when no one was leading it. When they were about five meters away from the warhorse, the two stopped.

"Does it recognize its master?" Lind asked again.

"I don't know, some war horses can, some can't." Ranna shook her head. "Batoran war horses are very smart and calm, they can understand the meaning of their masters' orders very well, and they are also very brave, and they will hardly get scared and lose control like ordinary war horses."

"Compared to other war horses, the Batoran war horses are not only huge in size, but also extremely strong. They can wear heavy armor and carry fully armed knights for a long time. They are also very agile and can perform many actions that ordinary war horses cannot perform."

"It is the best comrade of the knights. In addition, due to its amazing fighting power, since the founding of Batoran, laws have been enacted to prohibit anyone from exporting Batoran war horses abroad for any reason."

Like a car salesman, Ranna explained the various advantages of the Batoran warhorse, with an obsessed look in her eyes, as if a man saw a peerless beauty.

Linde looked at Ranna with amusement. You are praising her so much, aren't you afraid that I, your master, will steal your love?

"Indeed, I heard that the regent of the Holy Empire once paid a large sum of money to buy the Batoran warhorse, but was rejected by King Batoran, so he could only ride a griffin."

"Are you confident that you can control it?" Linde changed the subject and turned to look at Ran Na and asked.

"! Of course!" After realizing the meaning, Ranna immediately nodded vigorously.

"Then it's yours."

Chapter 444: Spoils of War

Ranna was stunned for a few seconds. When she saw Linde looking at her with a smile on his face and confirmed that it was not a joke, Ranna felt ecstatic.

Ranna clearly remembered that Linde was a knight's squire and would be a knight in the future, and he did not have a decent mount. It was reasonable for him to steal such a good horse when he saw it.

But Linde did not do so. Instead, he gave the horse directly to Ranna without any attachment or reluctance.

After getting Lind's permission, Ranna walked towards the warhorse with her hands raised, looking like a pervert. The warhorse subconsciously took a step back after seeing Ranna's perverted look.

"My good child, don't be afraid, let mommy touch it." Ranna opened her arms, ran over impatiently, and grabbed the horse's head.

"Good boy, good boy~" Ran Na caressed the horse's soft fur lovingly. "What name should I give you?"

Linde looked at Ranna's happy expression and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want this horse, but compared to a horse, getting the heart of a capable general is more valuable.

In order to win Guan Erye's heart, the prime minister gave him the Red Hare, and he himself followed suit.

It seems that Guan Erye ran away later...

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of this unlucky thought from his mind.

"Thank you very much, Master, for giving me this BMW." Ranna had also touched it enough and saluted Lind excitedly. "When this horse gives birth to a foal, I will give you the best one, Master."

"Give birth? Is it a mare?" Linde asked.

"Yes, she is a mare." Ranna nodded.

A mare? There were no other Batoran war horses with elven bloodlines here, so how could the foal born from the breeding be so good? Lind pondered subconsciously.

I vaguely remember that the most important thing in horse improvement is the stallion, while the mares are relatively less important. Moreover, compared with the Batoran war horses, all horses are inferior horses, and no matter how they are bred, it seems that the quality cannot be avoided from declining.

As for how to avoid a loss in quality…backcrossing?

"If there are no other Batoran war horses, then there is no need to force it." Linde smiled and waved his hand. "Besides, your master, I have no shortage of mounts."

"Mount? In... Sorry." Ranna said subconsciously, then reacted and apologized hurriedly.

Indeed, Linde had no shortage of mounts, and it was no problem for him to change mounts every day. All the beastmen were very happy to let Linde ride on their heads. For them, it was a supreme honor to let the Son of God ride on them, and many beastmen did not have the opportunity to be ridden, as the Son of God could ride them however he wanted.

In addition to the mount, Lind packed up all of George's other things and gave them to Ranna, letting her deal with them on her own. The warhorse did not show any obvious resistance to the change of owner, and soon obediently let Ranna lead it.

After walking for a while to get a feel for the horse, Ranna jumped onto the horse. Riding on the horse's back, Ranna felt so happy that she wanted to shout.

"Wooah~" Just scream if you want to. Ran Na screamed at the top of her lungs, scaring the others.

After having a great time on horseback, Ranna got off and went to collect her other spoils.

Walking to the side of George's body, Ranna's excitement subsided. The Holy Grail Knight, who had a high status in Batoran, died in her hands.

A female knight who had just obtained the title of knight, who was still a country girl not long ago, who had never been a knight's squire for even a day, and who had learned all the knight skills secretly, actually defeated the powerful Holy Grail Knight in a sacred duel. If this matter was reported back to Batoran, no one would probably believe it.

However, Ranna was also very clear that her victory had a lot to do with the extremely poor condition of the enemy. If it was a Holy Grail Knight in his prime, ten of her would not be enough to defeat him.

She saluted George's body as a final courtesy to him, then raised her foot and kicked George's kneeling body to the ground.

Ranna seamlessly switched from female knight to country girl, and very skillfully removed all of George's equipment.

Ranna kept the sword for herself. George's sword was much better than hers. Ranna had not yet decided what to do with the armor, so she took it back first.

While Ranna was cleaning up the spoils, other beastmen were also cleaning up the battlefield. Most of the enemies were already dead, and the beastmen had to dispose of the bodies and recover the equipment and weapons on the bodies. Extracting the bodies was also part of the war.

Since all the enemies were in a state of ammonia poisoning and their minds were out of control, few were captured, and the few remaining prisoners had already fallen into a coma.

"It's too late to save them." After briefly checking the unconscious prisoners, Lind shook his head. "If there was a way to give them fluids, sodium bicarbonate, furosemide, or dialysis, they might be able to be saved, but their current condition..."

"Lord Linde, what's going on with them?" Fran came over and asked curiously.

"To put it simply, ammonia poisoning is an acute disease caused by eating large amounts of protein, such as rabbit meat, after long-term hunger and malnutrition," Lind explained simply.

“Yeah.” Fran nodded repeatedly, picked up the “Words of the Son of God” she carried with her, and began to record.

Lind glanced at Fran who was writing furiously, and said loudly to everyone: "See? We won! The enemy is nothing special! They are just like us! They will die if they are hit! We have defeated half of them! The remaining half will be defeated by us soon!"

After a brief impromptu speech, Lind instructed Fran, who was still writing, "Use the beastmanship technique to scout out where the other enemy is. We need to prepare for the next battle."

"As you command, Master Linde." After finishing writing, Fran put away the "Record of the Holy Words of the Son of God". Ever since the huge jet that day, Fran rarely called Linde "Son of God" or "King of Beasts", but called him by his name.

Linde didn't care. After all, Fran had already had an in-depth discussion with him, and he felt uncomfortable hearing such a distant name. As usual, Fran looked up and searched the sky for a flying bird that could be operated.

Maybe there had just been an intense physical exchange here, there was no bird in the sky nearby. After searching for a long time, just when Fran was about to give up, the familiar figure appeared in Fran's sight again.

"Why are you here again..." Fran looked at the flying pigeon with disgust, activated the animal control technique, and controlled it to start reconnaissance.

"Eh?" After a while, even before the pigeons left the shared field of vision, Fran saw an unexpected scene. "Linde! The enemy is rushing towards us!"

Chapter 445: Preparing for the Decisive Battle

There are different theories about the origin of Beastmen, and different scholars have different views. However, no matter which view it is, it is indisputable that Beastmen are closely related to beasts.

From their appearance alone, it can be seen that beastmen are closely related to beasts, and they seem to be the product of cross-species genetic exchange between humans and beasts. In fact, some anthropologists have discovered that beastmen can mate with humans and reproduce offspring, such as the cold-blooded scholar Vixen of the Holy Empire.

The relationship between Beastmen and humans is mainly reflected in reproduction, and the connection with beasts is relatively hard to see. Like humans, Beastmen also hunt beasts for meat and skin them for clothes, but the best way to reflect the relationship between Beastmen and beasts is the beastmanship of Beastman shamans.

Fran, who turned from chaos shaman to the light, knows this kind of magic.

The effect of the beast control magic is as the name suggests, it is a magic that controls wild animals. There are also specific uses. Fran's favorite is to control them for reconnaissance. Depending on the distance, reconnaissance is divided into two situations: directly sharing vision, and reporting back after the reconnaissance is completed.

Since the enemy was quite far away, most of the time, Fran would let the reconnaissance animal return to the range of the magic before relaying the information. But this time, an accident occurred during Fran's reconnaissance.

Not long after the pigeon flew out, Fran discovered the enemy's trace and was rushing towards them.

"What did you say!?" Linde was standing next to Fran. After hearing Fran's words, he exclaimed. "The enemy is approaching us!?"

"That's right!" Fran said anxiously. To make sure she saw it correctly, Fran closed her eyes and concentrated, sharing her vision with the pigeon. "Another team! They are heading towards us at full speed!"

Linde's eyes widened in surprise. What's going on? Shouldn't the other team be far away from here?

Lind still remembered that before the battle with George's team, Ranna had scouted the positions of the two teams in particular and in detail, and only took action after making sure that the two teams were at a certain distance from each other, to ensure that neither team would be informed in time that the other team was being attacked. As a result, now Jiyang IX's team was rushing towards here.

"Flan, are you sure that another team is rushing towards us?" Lind looked at Fran seriously and confirmed again.

"I'm sure." Fran opened her eyes and said with a very sure look. "The pigeon has not flown out of the range of shared vision. I can see clearly that King Jiyang IX's team is rushing towards us!"

"All the chiefs, come here!" After receiving a positive reply, Lind immediately shouted, summoning all the commanders to come.

Soon, several chiefs heard the call of the Son of God and ran over as soon as possible. Then Lind discovered that the most important Ranna did not come.

Looking at Ranna not far away, she was still sorting out the spoils. Linde then realized that Ranna was not the Beastman Chieftain.

"Rana! Put your things down first and come here! No one is going to snatch them from you! Something is happening!" Linde shouted at Ranna.

"Ah? Ah!" Hearing the lord's call, Ranna hurriedly put down her equipment and ran towards Lind.

"Sir, what happened?" When Ranna ran over and saw Linde's solemn expression and the group of beastmen gathered around him, she immediately realized that something big had happened.

"Everyone, I just asked Fran to use her animal control skills to scout the location of the other team." After Ranna came over, Lind directly told them what happened. "According to Fran's investigation, another enemy unit is rushing towards us."

"What!?" As soon as the words came out, all the beastmen were stunned for a moment, but then they showed joy. "Isn't this just right!? Let's ambush again! Catch all the enemies in one fell swoop!"

The one who spoke was Judy, the chief of the Killer Rabbit Tribe. The little rabbit raised a black dagger and shouted excitedly. She just hadn't killed enough. She only stabbed one enemy in the previous battle.

The Killer Rabbit tribe, led by Judy, is the most speechless beastman tribe. They are usually cute and work peacefully like other beastmen, but they are always thinking about how to kill people. The thing they look forward to most every day is to wash their knives with the blood of livestock and prey.