All the contract girls want to marry me

"Mo Lan, you will serve Ben Khan tonight. You can take a shower first."

Zalandin, who has just conquered a young girl, has regained the pride he had when he was the most powerful man more than ten years ago.

With the help of his maid, he put on his armor, tied his belt, and walked out of the camp majestically.

No matter what Matthew wanted to do, he couldn't show weakness.

If the opponent's king moves, he must also move.

At least you can't lose to your opponent in terms of momentum.

Putting on a silver armor, Zalandin walked out of the big tent. Soon, the guard captain brought him a horse.

The captain stood beside the saddle, ready to help Zalandin mount.

Zalandin swaggered to the horse, pushed the guard captain away, and shouted dissatisfied:

"Yusuf, do you think I'm old?"

The captain of the guard hurriedly apologized to him, and then said with a smile: "The Great Khan can still mount a horse, bend a bow and shoot an eagle. Who dares to say that the Great Khan is old?"

Zalandin stepped on the stirrup and mounted the horse with a smile.

The movements are done in one go, with ease and ease.

After getting on the horse, the horse's front legs bent slightly, obviously not expecting the person on the horse to be so heavy.

A body weighing more than 200 kilograms, armor weighing more than 100 kilograms, and a halberd weighing more than [-] kilograms are indeed not light.

This horse has not been ridden for more than a year, and Zalandin's weight is hundreds of pounds heavier than he remembered.

It's not that I can't carry it, it's just a bit unexpected.

When Zalandin was young, he was the best in equestrian skills on the grassland. He could easily complete difficult actions such as hiding in stirrups. He could shoot left and right on the horse without holding the reins and hit targets hundreds of meters away.

However, prairie people always age a little quickly, and Zalandin is indeed old now.

His cultivation realm has been stuck at the ninth level, and he is ultimately unable to withstand the erosion of time. He is getting heavier and heavier, and his skills are getting worse and worse.

Although his appearance looks like he is only in his thirties or forties, the decline in physical skills is an indisputable fact.

He was like an old lion, lying there, making many people wonder whether this lion could still hunt.

Zalandin burst into hearty laughter, boosting the morale of the soldiers.

The soldiers looked at the mighty and majestic figure of Zalandin Khan and cheered.

They know that the old lion has stood up and he can still hunt.

However, only Zalandin himself knew that his body was indeed not as good as before.

In the past, when he got on the horse, he would jump directly in one step, but now he actually had to rely on stirrups.

Although he can jump up now, he relies on the support of the fighting spirit in his body, not his physical fitness.

With his powerful fighting spirit and years of fighting skills, most of the ninth-level experts are still no match for him, but he no longer has the courage to challenge the super-level experts.

But there is no shortage of super strong people on Matthew's side.

Deanna, Shirley, Andre...

Thinking of these names, he felt a headache.

Without these people, he would never accept the conditions of the Holy Mountain.

But he has no choice now.

He looked down at the bag and saw the black medicine bottle inside. There was a pill there.

As long as he takes this elixir, he can break through the shackles of life and become a super strong man.

With his years of accumulated experience and combat skills, as long as he breaks through, he will start at the third level.

If he becomes a third-level powerhouse, does he still need to be afraid of a kid like Matthew?

This elixir is here. As long as you eat it, it is equivalent to accepting the conditions of the Holy Mountain.

As long as you eat it, the owner of the grassland will no longer be a heroic grassland man, but a gloomy shaman on the holy mountain.

In the eyes of the grassland people, whether they are shamans or sweaters, they are the pride of the grassland people.

They hold up the sky of the grassland.

But in Zalandin's eyes, the Khan, the chief, the shaman, and the priest were not the same people.

Although the grassland is large, the power is not shared by so many hungry wolves.

The power structure of the steppes was slavery under tribal alliances.

Tribal people are the private property of chiefs and khans.Although shamanism is powerful, in order to maintain its image of being aloof from the world, it really can't bear to compete with these tribal leaders.

Even if they can lose face, they can't fight.

The tribe is the link that connects everyone. On the grassland, outstanding talents are the backbone of the tribe, and naturally they are not willing to go up to the mountains to become shamans.

Shamanism can only recruit young talents from all over the mainland based on the principle of teaching without discrimination.

Although this will fill the talent gap, it will also create a gap between them and the prairie people.

The grassland people believe in the Immortality Heaven. They receive medical treatment from shamans and listen to their chanting scriptures. They all seem to be devout believers.

However, as soon as the tribal leader gave the order, these people ran away without a trace.

Zalandin knew very well that the great shaman Saudin wanted to use this crisis of annihilation to force him to change.

But the old man seems to have forgotten one thing.

He is Zalandin, the whip of the gods, and the king of the grassland.

Why do we need these magic sticks to kill the royal army?

He raised his riding crop and issued a call to arms.

"Warriors, follow me and let these Southern Barbarians open their eyes."

Chapter 237 The advantage is mine

Zalandin led a cavalry team of ten thousand people who were ready to go out and chased Matthew's cavalry team.

He only brought a cavalry force of [-] people and did not bring more people, not only because of the speed of the troops, but also so that Matthew could not escape the duel.

If he led an army of thirty thousand to pursue him, no one would laugh at Matthew even if he escaped.

But if both sides were roughly equal in numbers, Matthew's escape would have been a devastating blow to army morale.

The whole army will know that their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the prairie people, and they will be beaten to pieces in one-on-one situations.

This is what Zalandin wants.

Either Matthew ran away and his morale collapsed; or Matthew turned back and fought and failed.

In short, if 1 people beat 1 people, the advantage is definitely on his side.

Matthew led 1 people out into battle, originally just to conduct armed reconnaissance.

He wanted to find out the specific conditions on the battlefield.

What level of magic can be placed in which area is the most important data to him.

If he doesn't understand this, he'll make a fool of himself.

Although he believed that the Royal Army would win under fair conditions, the difference in strength between the two sides was not large, making this battle difficult to fight.

He must maximize the combat effectiveness of the magic corps in order to reduce casualties and annihilate the enemy.

What he wants is not victory, but complete victory.

The contractors will not participate in the military operations of ordinary armies. They will reserve their strength to deal with the shamans from the Holy Mountain.

Although the gold-robed and white-robed shamans were powerful, they were not taken seriously by Matthew. The real enemy in his mind was the powerful semi-god-level Great Shaman Saudin.

Many years ago, due to a dispute over the right to interpret the scriptures, this great shaman left the shamanism headquarters with a group of cronies and established his own business outside.

Being able to break away from the mainland's first religion and establish its own business outside has not yet been destroyed, which shows its strength.

How could such a person be scared away by a letter from the teacher?

Matthew did not place all his hopes on the teacher's handwritten letter.

He knew that Saudin would definitely come, but he was not afraid at all, and even looked forward to this guy coming as soon as possible.

He needs a brilliant, unquestionable victory to dispel the wild thoughts of potential enemies.

Not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves thinking.

He occupied the fertile soil of the Kingdom of Perth, offended the Holy See and the United Goblin Chamber of Commerce, and in the eyes of many people was a piece of fat that could be swallowed up at any time.

He wants to use the blood of Zalandin and Saudin to wake these people up.

This battle must be completely won, so he couldn't sleep for a long time.

The elf nectar Wen Leiya gave him to drink a few days ago was indeed good. Although it didn't taste particularly good, and he had a stomachache for a while after drinking it, after drinking this nectar, his waist and legs no longer hurt. , I feel much more comfortable sleeping at night.

After a few days of recuperation, he finally recovered from the severe anxiety he suffered some time ago, and his spirits were even better than before.

Thinking of the medicinal effect of this thing, he shamelessly went to Wen Leiya several times, hoping that Wen Leiya would not hide anything.

However, Wen Leiya didn't lie. She really only had a little bit in a month. The bowl she gave Matthew was a blended drink with a lot of herbs.

If it is pure fairy nectar, it will only produce a small spoonful in a month.

Matthew was a little disappointed, but Wen Leiya looked very tired. He knew that this thing was not easy to produce, so he stopped mentioning it.

To make up for his disappointment, Wenleya comforted him with a half-dry and half-wet kiss.

Although you can't drink nectar, the elf's kiss tastes good.

Matthew goes to Wen Leiya's place quite frequently these days.

There is no nectar, but there is some drink.Wen Leiya mixes different herbs and saved dried fruits every day to make various drinks for Matthew.

The common feature of these drinks is that they are not sweet and even slightly bitter, but they can refresh the mind and leave endless aftertaste.

Just like Wen Leiya.

Although she is also very beautiful, she is not the kind of sweet girl.

She just sat silently and looked at Matthew with a smile.

Going to Wenleya's place to get a drink every day has become Matthew's biggest enjoyment these days.

But he was destined to not be able to enjoy the coolness today because someone was chasing him.

When Matthew heard that Zalandin personally went into battle and led [-] cavalry to chase him, he was stunned for several seconds before he realized what he was doing.

He could guess Zalandin's intention.

This represents a one-on-one challenge.

The prairie people have [-] cavalry against the Royal Army's [-] cavalry. Do you dare to accept it?

The young officers around looked at Matthew, full of fighting spirit.

Looking at these young people in their early 20s and at most 30 years old, Matthew was full of pride and shook his riding whip vigorously.

"Since the old thief is seeking death, let's grant him his wish!"

"Warriors of the kingdom, come with me, let's set up a battle array and teach the old thing a lesson!"

Although he decided to fight, Matthew did not act recklessly. Instead, he led his troops to the slope of a hill.

The troops he brought out this time totaled 300 people.

Eleven thousand of them are cavalry and dragoons (mounted infantry), and the other 1000 are his trump card, the Magic Corps.

The Magic Corps let Grassland Khan taste it in person for the first time, which was naturally excellent.

Only the most gorgeous funeral can be worthy of Zalandin's status.

Seeing Matthew moving to the northeast, Zalandin thought Matthew was timid and immediately ordered the cavalry to speed up.

This time he left the camp in a hurry, and the ten thousand people he led were basically light cavalry.

The grassland people also have heavy cavalry, but they are not the iron cavalry of the empire, but cavalry wearing chain armor.

This kind of cavalry has both mobility and defensive power, and is the real trump card of the Huoxun Khanate.