Three of the five siblings were killed, the Duke's mansion was used as a toilet by the enemy, hundreds of Snow Wolf Cavalry were ambushed and burned to death, farms were destroyed, and all goods were stolen.
White Pheasant's blood pressure was on the verge of exploding at any moment.
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Chapter 198: She's Overheating
"Ah~!" the Dark Elf Maiden screamed, tiny beads of sweat sliding down her smooth brown skin, before her upper body collapsed onto the wooden floor.
Karl held her lower body, his two hands controlling her slender waist, which he could grasp with one hand, positioning her at an angle that served as a convenient frame.
"Hoo..."
Karl squinted slightly, exhaled a long breath, feeling completely relaxed, then released his hands, letting her petite body fall to the ground.
The first experience with a non-human girl was quite novel.
But for long-term comfort, it still had to be a Dark Elf.
Their physiological structure was the same as humans, their body curves were perfect, and their flexibility was strong enough to be posed in any way desired.
Karl withdrew from the Dark Elf's body, then patted the little fox girl who was slumped on the wooden board beside him.
"Ying..." The little fox girl opened her mouth slightly, letting out an unconscious whimper, her body limp; she would need some time to recover.
After Karl had tried the newly sent little fox girl.
He drew a conclusion through practice.
It wasn't that Furan, the mature fox, was weak, but that the purebred fox girl's physiological structure was different from humans, relatively narrower and more sensitive.
And Karl's 20 centimeters was too much for most races, let alone a little fox.
"Lord Karl~" A tingling voice came from his ear, then a damp proboscis extended and wrapped around Karl's ear.
A forked tongue drilled into Karl's ear.
The Lizard-girl pressed against Karl from behind. Her height was nearly two meters, and her build was not smaller than Karl's. Besides feminine grace, she possessed more of a wild beauty.
Karl closed his eyes and leaned back into the Lizard-girl's embrace.
Compared to humans, fox girls were narrow and sensitive.
Lizard-girls, however, were accommodating and calm.
They hardly had any special physiological reactions, calmly holding little Karl, not letting him withdraw until he was completely drained.
Karl lay on the Lizard-girl's strong, long legs, his eyes catching the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the wooden house, gradually turning into the red of dusk.
"It should be starting soon."
By his calculations, White Pheasant's Snow Wolf Legion had already entered Snow Peak Fortress.
He had killed three children of the Oram Family, which was a blood feud.
White Pheasant must be eager to vent her anger, coupled with her inherent desire for battle.
Having rushed here, she would definitely not defend the city, but instead sally out to meet the enemy.
"Go for it, Black Dragon King Kasha."
Karl closed his eyes, continuing to enjoy the Lizard-girl's service. After he leaned on her thigh, she tilted her body slightly forward, extending her proboscis into Karl's mouth and kissing him.
However, the Lizard-girl's kiss was full of exotic flair; her long proboscis coiled around Karl's tongue.
Clearly, she preferred kissing to inserting her tongue into strange places as Karl instructed.
Outside the wooden house.
Furan listened quietly to the continuous sounds of various exotic panting from within, her expression grim, especially when she heard her fox companion emit a dazed "ying ying" sound.
She felt a surge of irritation.
She could imagine that last night, she must have lost herself after making such embarrassing sounds.
"Hoo..."
Furan took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and looked deeply at the wooden house.
For now, his intentions were unclear.
But not causing trouble was, in any case, a good thing.
Furan looked at a Dark Elf beside her and instructed, "As soon as he leaves this room, notify me immediately."
"Yes, Lord Furan." The Dark Elf nodded, her legs unconsciously closing.
Dark Elves were already quite open about "sex," and while monitoring Karl and listening to her companion's continuous sounds, she couldn't even imagine how pleasurable it must be.
"..."
Furan noticed the Dark Elf's small movement, understood her thoughts, but didn't show it, planning to arrange another fox to monitor together.
She took another deep look at the wooden house, her gaze seemingly able to see Karl enjoying himself inside.
"How embarrassing."
She silently compared him to the imposing Kasha.
Both were Black Dragons, and siblings, yet the difference was so vast.
He was simply a disgrace to the dragon race.
Not far away, the sound of marching footsteps from army movements could be heard.
Furan's gaze retracted from the wooden house, her eyes focused, and she turned to rush to the army's assembly point. Karl's scheme was put aside for now; the upcoming decisive battle.
It would determine whether the Black Dragon Legion could advance unimpeded into the Northern Lands.
Outside Snow Peak Fortress.
White Pheasant, clad in a silver-white battle robe, stood at the forefront of the Snow Wolf Cavalry, holding a three-meter-long knight's lance, looking majestic and extraordinary.
The Snow Wolf Cavalry quickly formed their ranks behind her.
The front-row knights would leave gaps for the back row, creating space for their charge, a common cavalry formation.
After the first row engaged the enemy, the back row would follow, forming wave after wave of impact, until the opponent's formation was completely shattered.
Leona stood before a force composed of ten thousand infantry, auxiliary troops, and a small number of knights.
He gazed at the Snow Wolf Cavalry before him, like a steel wall.
An indescribable sense of pride surged in his heart.
This was the Snow Wolf Legion, which had awed the Northern Lands for four hundred years; under their iron hooves, all enemies would be mercilessly trampled.
The adjutant beside him also exclaimed, "Is this... the Snow Wolf Cavalry?"
Although there were many troops behind them, standing next to these cavalry, they looked like a motley crew.
"Sir, we will win, won't we?"
The adjutant's face was flushed, his expression excited, his eyes already envisioning the cavalry crushing the enemy.
Leona heard this, looked at the Snow Wolf Cavalry and White Pheasant, and said with certainty, "Of course, we will win."
His voice was not loud, but full of confidence.
He had never doubted that the Snow Wolf Cavalry would achieve victory in a skirmish.
He just felt that they could have chosen to defend the city, waiting for the main army and supplies to arrive, and then engage in a war of attrition.
After all, logistics were the Monster Beast Legion's fatal weakness.
There was no need to engage in a frontal positional battle with the enemy, merely increasing losses.
But White Pheasant was full of martial virtue and chose to launch a proactive attack.
"Sigh..."
Leona could only sigh helplessly. Earlier in the city, he had wanted to advise her, but seeing White Pheasant's cannibalistic gaze, he knew that if he had uttered a word of objection.
White Pheasant would have twisted his head off.
While he was still thinking about how to coordinate the battle.
Across from the Snow Wolf Cavalry, a clamor arose from the forest. Ogres, over two and a half meters tall, carrying man-long wooden clubs, made the ground tremble slightly with each step.
Next were Lizardmen, averaging over two meters tall, their bodies bulging with muscles, wielding various stone weapons, flicking their tongues, their eyes ferocious.
After that, countless Goblins let out incomprehensible roars, densely packed, enough to trigger trypophobia in anyone.
At the center of the Monster Beast Legion, Kasha, carried on a giant throne by dozens of Ogres, slowly advanced.
On the throne, Kasha's eyes were arrogant, as if she could look down on all living beings in the world.
White Pheasant's gaze fixed on Kasha high above, seeing the Black Dragon's features on her half-dragonized body, as if a berserk buff had suddenly been triggered.
Veins instantly bulged on her forehead, and her expression became hideous and terrifying.
"Snow Wolf Legion!" White Pheasant raised her lance, her expression murderous, and roared, "Charge! For the Oram Family! For the Northern Lands!"
Chapter 199: Too Valiant
"Harder!" Karl embraced the Lizard-girl's waist from behind, feeling the soft touch of her abdominal muscles in his palms, thrusting forward with effort.
"Woo!!" The Lizard-girl opened her mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and flicked her proboscis, her reaction not as intense as a human's.
But she couldn't withstand Karl's relentless irrigation and unconventional torment.
When Karl withdrew from her.
The Lizard-girl collapsed onto the wooden board, her eyes closed, panting heavily. She was truly exhausted, purely from the torment.
Karl's gaze swept over the pale bodies of the women on the floor.
The fox girl was the weakest, followed by the Dark Elf, but the Dark Elf knew more and liked to explore and torment herself, so she tired out quickly too.
The Lizard-girl took him the longest.
Ultimately, she was worn out and passed out.
Karl's gaze passed through the gaps in the wooden house to the outside, where the number of people coming and going had significantly decreased.
"It seems the battle has begun."
He really wanted to enjoy himself here, but after comprehensive consideration, he still had to go to the front line to observe. It wasn't that he genuinely wanted to help, but purely to gather some intelligence.
Whether it was the Snow Wolf Legion or Kasha, they might become enemies in the not-too-distant future.
The next second.
Time stopped around him.
Karl disappeared from the wooden house.
Under the twilight, his figure moved swiftly, heading directly towards the sounds of battle.
On the battlefield.
Kasha sat on her throne, her golden vertical pupils sweeping over White Pheasant. In the instant their eyes met, she saw deep-seated hatred in White Pheasant's eyes.
Kasha was momentarily startled; she couldn't recall any enmity with White Pheasant.
But it was only for a moment; her surprise transformed into a smile.
"Ha... haha..."
Kasha suddenly laughed, with a hint of playfulness. Although she didn't know why White Pheasant hated her, she found it all so amusing.
The Snow Wolf Legion advanced like a fortress of steel, pushing forward with a mighty roar, kicking up dust from the ground, forming a yellowish barrier that blotted out the sky.
Kasha abruptly rose from her throne, without a word, unlike White Pheasant's pre-battle mobilization.
She opened her mouth and let out a mighty roar to the sky: "Roar!"
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