I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

The corners of Chen Yu's mouth turned up crazily.

Okay, okay, let’s play like this!

Count me in and play the big one!

As a "newcomer from the distant Panda Continent", after inviting the pretentious red-haired troubadour to drink a few drinks, Chen Yu quickly obtained more information.

The map is actually a map of East Asia. Winterfell is near Shanhaiguan in Liaodong, King's Landing is Yanjing, and the Riverlands is Henan.

Even if it is covered with a messy skin, the world still follows the script of internal and external troubles in the late Ming Dynasty.

So the name is [Blue Blood Sword] instead of [Game of Thrones], there is nothing wrong with it.

Listening to the medieval keyboard warriors complaining about the imperial court and the messy world, Chen Yu felt that the empire of the True Dragon Clan would most likely be ruined soon.

"What do you think the mad emperor said? 'I've obviously increased the heavy tax to 90%, how come those idiots still have the money to rebel!' Hahahaha!"

The red goatee couldn't keep his big mouth shut after two glasses of ale.

She spoke vividly and vividly, as if she had attended the imperial meeting in person.

Chen Yu clinked glasses with him and asked calmly: "So, brother, what's going on with the Burning Legion?"

If it was the Burning Legion in his mind, then this was also a countdown to doomsday.

The goatee waved his hand in a drunken state, "Bah! They're just some orcs. Those black crows (Great Wall Guards) have been making noises for years and months to get military pay!"

Chen Yu understood.

This old guy doesn't have much knowledge, so he has to conduct on-site inspections to get first-hand information.

His boss, Lilith, taught him that being a devil is a technical job and he should not be like a stupid angel or a stupid devil.

Plan before you act. Always observe first, think second, and finally act.

Chen Yu was convinced.

And then there are the anecdotes.

For example, the divine sword Immortal Ape Mu Renqing holds the divine sword called Ashbringer, and he is brave enough to be worthy of all men.

Another example is that it is said that the magic sword Frostmourne was born on the Mobei Icefield. Anyone who gets it can rule this continent, and so on.

Another example is the Highgarden in the Reach (Jiangnan and Jiangbei). Duke Shi Kefa sent troops to serve the king and escorted a batch of red goods to transfuse blood to King's Landing, which was on the verge of financial collapse.

Yuan Chengzhi, the world-famous paladin who broke into the army, was planning to unite various mercenary groups near the main road in the Riverlands to the west of the Eagle's Nest City, ambush King Qin's soldiers and horses, and steal the property.

Looking at it, the net will be "closed" in the next two days.

Even the goatee of passers-by can say one, two, three, and conspire loudly.

Chen Yu immediately overturned his decision from the previous minute.

Make a move and quickly find Dongguan Zai!

In fact, no matter how much the script is modified, there are still traces to follow.

If Paladin Yuan Chengzhi is not the son of the plane that heaven and earth love, he will eat it live.

As we all know, wherever the protagonist goes, there must be opportunities.

This wave must be mixed in.

……

"Sixty percent, no more!"

Liu Zongmin, Gao Yigong and other mercenary captains patted the oak table and blew their beards at Yuan Chengzhi.

"Brothers are responsible for the dirty business of licking blood from the edge of a knife. All the benefits will come from your army. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world!"

"If you can do something, you can't do it. Everyone depends on their ability!"

The young blond paladin had a humble and warm smile on his face, but he did not back down in his words.

"Everyone depends on their abilities. It's simple and fair. It's a good idea."

"Hmph! Wait, boy!"

The two captains, the berserker and the horned dwarf, walked away.

In the shadow behind Yuan Chengzhi, a graceful figure sneered.

"I don't know how much I own, so it's perfect to be cannon fodder."

Yuan Chengzhi sighed: "In fact, it is not difficult for everyone to unite and work together to pull the Mad Emperor from the Iron Throne. However, each family only thinks about their own calculations, hey."

"Since you can't convince people with virtue, then you can convince them with force."

He said helplessly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Convincing people with force is my favorite.

……

The sun was shining brightly on the King's Road, just like Mr. Shi's mood at the moment.

The knight in shining armor from Highgarden was riding his horse to accompany the stunning girl with silver hair and purple eyes.

If he could marry the princess of the True Dragon Clan in front of him, wouldn't his life go straight to the top?

Use a little more force to push the princess onto the throne, and then control the imperial meeting as the royal husband...

Mr. Shi was so busy thinking that he did not notice that the smile of Changping Princess Zhu Yuyao was so perfunctory and impatient.

If it weren't for the sake of reinforcements and military pay, she would have wanted to kick this embroidered pillow that felt too good about herself off her horse.

Then Mr. Shi really fell off his horse.

An extremely accurate cold arrow hit him in the face.

If he falls down, he will die immediately.

"Enemy attack!"

The attendants howled miserably, and at the same time gathered around the savior in panic.

On both sides of the King's Avenue, the hills to the east and the dense forests to the west, countless strong men with camouflage on their faces poured out at the same time.

Occasionally, mountain dwarves and elves can be seen.

The Highgarden Legion, whose reconnaissance was completely ruined, was caught off guard.

The shouts of killing continued, and all parties crashed into one place.

The balance of the war was tilted in an extremely unfavorable direction from the beginning.

The royal guards surrounded the princess, anxious to get away from the battlefield.

But in a time of chaos and chaos, how can they get what they want?

To make matters worse, someone looked out the door and shouted:

"The golden robe! It's a royal guard! That silver-haired woman is a royal!"

"Catch her! The leader will reward you greatly!"

The golden robes are all high-level swordsmen with strong fighting spirit. It is not a problem to fight one against ten.

However, the thieves have a large force, and their absolute superiority in quantity can already overwhelm rank suppression.

The guard formation behind them was broken up, and the princess who retreated hastily was intercepted by a tall berserker.

"Princess, run quickly, the ministers are blocking him!" The loyal guards launched a countercharge towards Liu Zongmin.

After a few encounters, the sky was shrouded in the shadow of axes. Then the sword was violently broken by the double-edged axe, and the man flew backwards spurting blood.

The berserker looked up to the sky and roared, laughing loudly: "Evil! It's rare to taste the taste of the dragon girl!"

He approached the silver-haired princess step by step, his red eyes flashing with lust and violence.

The trembling dagger used for self-defense was just a toy in his opinion.

The hand as big as a cattail leaf grabbed the tip of the sword nonchalantly.

"Ah! Don't come here!" The princess' face turned pale and she screamed with her eyes closed tightly.

The expression looks like this: ヽ(≧o≦)ノ

Boom!

A long, low muffled sound.

Then the princess felt like she was soaring in the clouds and flying in the mist, and she couldn't help but fly up.

When he regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was lying in the arms of an unknown boy.

The two of them landed on the crossbar of a thick tree where several people were hugging each other, overlooking the entire killing battlefield from a high position.

Berserker Liu Zongmin's head was like a watermelon, exploded into a large piece of red and white. The headless body lay on the roadside.

"He killed the leader!"

The guys from the mercenary group roared.

Flying axes and feathered arrows greeted the two people on the tree.

The princess was so frightened that her face turned pale with fright.

I can't dodge when I'm on a tree, what should I do?

However, something bizarre happened.

The flying props slowed down strangely one after another, and then fell feebly under the tree.

"Are you a mage? Wind magic?"

The princess's amethyst-like eyes stared at Chen Yu.

Compared with her peerless appearance, Daenerys Targaryen only deserves to be a peashooter.

The small and exquisite body is surrounded by green and purple luck.

It's a pity that it is as dim as a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished.

It seems that there is a rare thing to live in?