Ann directly picked up the hunting spear, and didn't even bother to care about the torn sleeves. She neatly grasped the leather armor and stood firmly in the building's vast backyard.

Marshal Gallagher specially changed his clothes. He took off his gorgeous coat full of embroidery and replaced it with a soft armour for easy movement. Different from the armor of general generals, it is covered with dense cleaning circles. The designer even took into account the aesthetics and embellished them in a patterned style.

His right hand held a sword, but the sword was still in the scabbard.

Gallagher's guards stood on one side of the field, the first nervously holding a steaming white towel, the other a glass jug with lemon slices floating in it. In contrast, the people on An's side are not very particular about it—

"Is Ann all right?" Nemo's nervousness was used elsewhere.

Now he and Oliver can feel the strength of biological magic, but unfortunately usually magic does not represent real combat power. Experience and experience, reaction speed, combat skills and awareness, etc., can determine a fighter's strength by many factors.

In terms of magic, Gallagher's own magic level is on par with An. Since he is respected as Alban's first marshal, the emperor's confidant, combat experience and brain will certainly not be bad.

"I don't know, but she looks confident and should be... no problem." Oliver responded very honestly.

Then both looked at Jesse together.

Jesse did not know where to get a cup of tea, and now he is holding a saucer and a cup, drinking tea with great taste. The knight commander standing beside him stared at the arena solemnly, without the slightest intention of slackening.

"Although he is famous for his strategy, Marshal Gallagher was also a strong swordsman when he was young." Sensing the anxious gazes of the other two, the knight commander explained.

"Don't look at me, knowing everything will lose a lot of joy. Even me, sometimes I am happy to leave a little suspense in my life." Jesse put the teacup back on the saucer, lightly open mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two moved.

Once he entered the fighting state, Gallagher didn't pay attention to the meaning of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He didn't draw his sword, just waved the sword with the scabbard, and rushed towards An without hesitation. As he rushed away, a whirlwind centered on his sword, suddenly expanding around—

"I understand." Nemo said deeply, subconsciously setting up a shadow shield for everyone. I don't know which corner of the insect slough was swept up by the wind and almost hit him on the face. "If the Marshal has this style every time he fights, his attention... may be because he eats too much ashes."

Gallagher's guards were well prepared for this, and the moment the marshal rushed forward, the translucent shield was propped up.

Stand firmly, as if an invisible root grows under your feet. The smile on her face did not dissipate, and the electric light wrapped around the tip of the spear.

"His Royal Highness, take it up. The sixth form of the Thumpett Hurricane Swordsmanship of the Salt family—"

"Sorry, I don't like to explain to myself while fighting, it's embarrassing." Ann supported the ground with a spear and avoided the sharp wind blade with a high jump.

The invisible air blade left deep marks on her leather armor. Her short hair could not float in front of her eyes, and she was dressed in neat leather armor without a cape. Her vision was not disturbed by the wind, and she hid in time.

At the same time as she moved, the brilliance of thunder and lightning swept through the air, and the special burnt smell was blown away by the wind almost instantly.

"You're good, but that's all." Gallagher said coldly, "Your head is in trouble."

"Really?" Ann snorted, "your eyesight is also quite worrying."

Gallagher saw the problem the next second.

His weapon was completely scorched, and the delicate scabbard was instantly burned into black and crunchy useless garbage by lightning. What used to be the scabbard was peeling off in the wind, revealing the gleaming blade it encased.

Gallagher's expression changed.

On the real battlefield, underestimating the enemy can easily lead to destruction. The impatience on the Marshal's face turned solemn, he lowered his center of gravity and looked at An with vigilance.

"Yes, that's the look." An hissed, "To be honest, I spent a bit of time with the boys in our team before, and my concept of normal people is almost over. —Thank you, dear Mr. Dingo, and I will take back a little confidence in you."

"I don't remember that Thun in your house... what kind of swordsmanship, but courtesy, I also forewarned-Salt, next I will use 'self-created methods' to beat you ."

She didn't hold back this time.

"Ann Savage's performance in front of people is indeed not outstanding." Jesse commented with a smile, "but don't forget, our Miss Savage can survive so much The destruction of the second black chapter team depends on more than just luck—"

"On the one hand, in order to control her black chapter level, on the other hand, she can't use Alban's royal spells in front of others?" Oliver's reaction was quick.

Lightning was bigger than anything they had ever seen.

The female warrior showed her white teeth, and the thunder light wrapped around her, making her look like some kind of ominous monster. At this moment, the metal hunting spear became the segment she used to control the lightning. The sharp spear tip broke through the storm, and the lightning guided by the spear tip kept hissing sound, like thousands of snakes lurking in the dark.

"That's not standard royal spells. She rewrote and perfected them, and now Mr. Salter should know what he's at." The former knight commander raised his lips in a rare manner.

Gallagher was panting, and there was an electric scorch wound on his left back, which was very conspicuous.

He took a deep breath and the storm picked up again.

The marshal pushed his body with the wind, rushed all the way to the sky, and then charged down at full speed in the direction of An.

At the same time, several gas bombs hit Ann's chest relentlessly - Ann took a few steps back after being hit, spit **** spit on the ground, and then wiped the corner of her mouth bloodshot.

The hunting spear drew a semicircle on the spot, the grass was scorched with electricity, and the ashes and smoke were raised together. The figure of the female warrior disappeared in the smoke, and Marshal Gallagher did not continue to charge blindly, but slowed down and used a storm to disperse the smoke.

A figure gradually emerged, Marshal Gallagher was about to continue, but was turned around by a sharp pain behind him—

"Caught you."

The female warrior was covered with wounds drawn by wind blades, and black and red blood seeped into the gaps in the leather armor.

She grabbed the marshal by the back collar, then locked his throat with her arms and pressed her knees against his back.

But the marshal did not stop there. The gust of wind hit Xiang An in the eyes with dust and sand, he let out a roar, turned over with the advantage of his size, and tried to fight back.

But when the fist was about to touch Ann's ribs, Gallagher hesitated for a moment. He was sure that the punch would break his ribs and pierce his lungs. So he hesitated for half a second and changed the direction of force.

This reaction is also expected.

An Zao Zao closed his eyes, arched his back, and pressed the spear wrapped around the lightning against the Marshal's throat. The opponent's fist only hit the female warrior's abdomen, and she didn't say a word, and at the same time let the sharp stone pierce her cheek—

She pressed down on Marshal Gallagher's chest and abdomen, and blood dripped on Marshal's face.

The sting of the electric current numbs his throat. Gallagher looked at Ann's **** face in shock.

"Ping." She said coldly, opening her eyes, amber eyes lined with blood, looking like some kind of carnivorous beast.

"No, I lost." Marshal Gallagher glanced at the dirt and blood stains on his body, and couldn't bear to look away.

"You didn't do your best." Ann said lightly, "You hesitated with that last fist. If this was a real battlefield, you would be a corpse now, Mr. Wild Dog."

"How dare I hurt Her Royal Highness." The marshal's neatly groomed long hair was spread out in a ball and spread on the grass, looking extremely embarrassed.

"How dare I injure an important leader of the resistance army." An sneered, instead of getting up, he raised his fist. "It's not a deadly sparring in itself."

Gallagher stared at the fist, and the crisscross of old scars. He thought in advance that Her Royal Highness would need to do his best to fight against him, but he didn't notice that the other party was staying - in a sense, he lost the battle completely.

"Don't underestimate people." An said in a deep voice, blood still slid down her cheeks. "You may be a real gentleman, Mr. Dingo, but I'm an outlaw."

She slammed her fist down, grazed Gallagher's temple, and slammed into the dirt.

"Look, I stayed because it's not a form of combat you're familiar with, it's my advantage. And you stay just because you're arrogant. It's weird, your tail is up like you. , can you win for so long on the battlefield of real swords and real guns? I almost doubt which illegitimate son of Chenni you are."

Jesse choked on the tea, and Adrian glanced at him suspiciously.

"Sorry." Gallagher snorted softly.

"Louder." Ann wiped the blood from her face.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. You have proved enough that you are indeed a true warrior."

Although Marshal Gallagher looked reluctant, with shock and resistance in his voice, his tone was serious.

“…As a soldier, I salute all true warriors.”

"Very good, this look is decent." An stood up and released the restraint of the marshal, "Now we can talk about business."

Two hours later.

"Fuck." Ann yelled, almost flipping the table in front of her. "I'm not a sludge carrion, did you **** wash hair by hair? How about a cleansing spell?"

"That would make me uncomfortable, Your Highness."

The marshal took more than an hour to wash up before appearing again, and he changed into a dark robe again. But this time, the scent was a bit lighter.

The two looked at each other very unpleasantly for a few seconds.

Marshal Gallagher looked rather uncomfortable, he seemed to be involved in maintaining respect for the royal family, contempt for the vulgar and praise for the strong, not quite sure what he should what kind of attitude.

Ann's attitude was much more obvious. She wrote "Where is the bastard" on the left side of her face and "I really want to kill" on the right side.

"I'll do it." Oliver said sincerely, trying to break the deadlock. "Lord Marshal, we have some bad news about the Prince's side. It's a long story..."

Although "new bone bombs appear" and "Trent blight reappears" is not a trivial matter, waiting for Oliver to finish the story, there will not be enough time for Marshal Gallagher to take a shower .

"I understand, thank you for your information." The marshal's face was serious, and his long platinum blonde hair was not messed up. "If you have no opinion, I will announce tomorrow that the princess has been found."

"Then I will increase the advance of the front. The prince has not experienced a real war. Before he reacts, I will swallow this part of the territory south of Alban as soon as possible."

Marshal Gallagher pointed to a corner of the map.

"If my father shut down Clemen College, the lords here shouldn't be in trouble with me. But thanks to everyone, the closure can't last long. We may have to endure a few plans Conflict outside. War is no better than fighting alone, maybe Horizon helped you escape the maze last time, but I’m not as kind as Godwin Lopez.”

"Huh?" Oliver didn't respond for a while.

"Thank you very much for taking care of Her Royal Highness." Gallagher nodded, "But you can leave here, I can see that the princess cherishes you, and I don't want you to get hurt. Cross Nothing against you, sir. I respect your past glory, but you know where you are now…”

The knight commander looked away with a rare expression of non-comment.

"I have to correct your two misconceptions." Ann stretched out her legs and folded her feet unceremoniously on the edge of the table.

"First, they take care of me? Forget it, it's almost the other way around, I have to be tossed about ten years older by them. Second, you'd better keep them, Mr Wild Dog."

Gallagher was obviously not used to the name "Mr. Wild Dog", and it took him a long time to react.

He frowned and looked at Ann: "I already understand your strength, Your Highness. But like I said, war and adventure are completely different. No matter how strong the individual strength is, it cannot be resisted. Tens of thousands of people come together—to tell the truth, after your announcement, the two adjacent armies will be transferred against us, and I must carefully measure the strength, and there is no room for mistakes on the battlefield."

"Oh." Ann said, "Isn't that just right? We can spend the army here."

"The army?" Gallagher raised the tone of the end of the sentence politely.

"Yeah—Master Tumbleweed, it's time for the task, and the employer has to make a request." Ann winked.

"Oliver and Nemo, you two team. Cross and Dylan, you two team. I think this should be able to get two battlefields - Dylan, to be honest, now I am to you The strength is still a bit vague, do you need me to leave the parrot to you?"

Jesse gave an exaggerated salute: "Of course not, my lord. All I need is the goat."

"The Bagelmore is with me. Let's keep an eye on the marshal's ass, in case a female assassin is sent across the street and the guy's severe arrogance reappears. How about this, Captain?"

Gallagher had a ghostly expression on his face: "Two people on one side of the battlefield, do you call this an army?"

"Trust me," Ann said. "If you don't want to rip your face with the nearby lords, they'll handle it better than anyone else."

"Possibly tens of thousands across."

"I know."