This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 70

The Warren family camp, located in the center of a large tent, the gorgeously dressed Gilbert is studying the Terrain Map on the table.

At this time, a guard opened the tent and ran in, reporting nervously: "My lord, the queen and the knights have run away, and the guards are not dead, but they are all knocked unconscious. It has passed, and some are injured."

Gilbert took his eyes away from the map, lifts the head frowned and said, "Did you run away? I see, you take my token and find one. Squad, let them get the queen back as soon as possible, don't let Roman or Emile take advantage of it."

He took out a token from his arms and threw it, then lowered his head and continued to study the king. terrain nearby.

The terrain of the royal capital is relatively low, so it is relatively easy to fight. But the terrain of the palace is high enough. If the Farrells choose to abandon the outer city and use the city wall of the palace as their support, it will be very difficult to fight, but it is not impossible. If they can...

“en? Why haven't you left yet?"

Gilbert found that the guard didn't go out with the token, but stood there in cold sweat, hesitating to speak.

"Speak if you have anything."

"My lord, there is a change in the military camp of the two marquis, and an honorary Baron came to report that the queen has subdued most of the children. Noble, it is said that the two Marquis adults are also on her side..."

"What!" Gilbert stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him was brought directly to the ground.

"Impossible! Why would the two of them listen to her? Also, she just ran out, how could she have subdued those bastards so quickly?"

"Sir, This news should be true, and...the queen didn't just run away..."

"When was that?" Gilbert's face was full of annoyance, and the group of guys became more and more The more rubbish it is, even a group of unarmed people can't stand it!

"They said...it was last night..."

"Damn!" Earth-yellow flames poured out of Gilbert, and the table and chairs behind him were covered by the flames. Chong, it exploded in an instant, and there were scattered pieces of wood everywhere in the tent.

"Why did the people who ran away yesterday report today?"

"Sir, they were all knocked out, and people woke up one after another this morning..."

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"Trash! It's all trash!" Gilbert roared angrily: "I just sent dozens of pigs to watch the queen, and they can scream twice before being slaughtered! They are more than a dozen professionals, even one Can't the people who reported the news escape?"

The guard was poured with spittle on his face and endured Gilbert's ****, and after he calmed down a little, he said in a low voice:

"Last night, Madam, she went there..."

Gilbert's expression froze, and then he became furious.

He took off the long sword hanging in the tent, pushed the guard who sent the message out of the tent, rushed towards a slightly smaller red tent in the distance, raised his hand with a sword The gate post supporting the tent was cut in two.

"You fucking stupid woman! Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

The tent, which had lost its gatepost, collapsed more than halfway, and the From under the big red sheet came the screams of flustered and exasperated.

"Gilbert! Have you lost your mind, old bastard? What are you throwing on me in the morning?"

A harsh cracking sound rang out, and the duke with loose hair rang out. Madam tore off the heavy sheet and rushed out wrapped in a blanket.

A pair of snow-white arms were exposed, and the enviable figure was undoubtedly revealed. The blanket on his body was supported by two giant objects that were about to emerge, and barely did not fall.

Gilbert stared, and without saying a word, he slashed with his sword. With the blessing of earth-yellow's flame, this sword directly tore apart the collapsed tent.

"You don't know what you did? You let that woman go, why should I sit in that position?"

The Duchess pouted,

The white fist met it up, forcibly chipping away the terrifying sword glow.

"Trash, if you want to be a warchief, you have to rely on your fists! What kind of ability is it to rely on a woman?"

Gilbert was so angry that he was so angry at this nonsense.

"You idiot! This is Falan! Not your prairie of devour raw meat and fowl, are you king of Falan and your warchief? Do what you want?"

"Hehe, after all, it's not your waste. If you can beat all those who oppose you, how dare someone grab a broken chair from you?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you!" Gilbert growled angrily: "You...who you are!"

A hairy arm stretched out from the shards of the tent. A man with a bare butt was Hans who disappeared all night.

He tore off a piece of cloth around his waist in embarrassment, blocking his vitals. After giving Gilbert a shy look, he turned and ran away without saying a word. However, a breeze blew, and the bearded cousin was hugged back.

"Don't! Let me go, ah~"

The Marchioness, who was half a head taller than him, laughed proudly, and lowered her head to take a fiercely sip on the struggling Hans face. , leaving a red and beautiful imprint, and there are at least dozens of such imprints on him.

"He's who mind your own business! We all agreed at the beginning, I don't care what you like, but you don't care about me!"

"Damn !" Gilbert was so angry that he tried to hack the wild man to death several times, but he still couldn't do it. Then he suddenly saw the familiar beard.

"The bearded...you're the queen's bodyguard?"

Gilbert said angrily with joy: "What is that woman going to do? If you honestly take her The plan tells me that I'll just... slut! You're enough!"

The Marchioness took her hand out of Hans's brim and pinched his bare ass.

"I said it all! Mind your own business! None of you Falans are like men, not even a man with a beard! My mother has been holding it back for so many years, and it's hard to come across one that is pleasing to the eye. Oh, what's wrong with Kaikai?"

"You...you...unreasonable!" Gilbert was trembling with anger, and even the hand holding the sword trembled.

“Bah!” the Marchioness spat at him. "Look at how promising you are, what a big deal, it's like someone slept with your wife."

"I...I..."

"What are you? You? A dignified fourth rank professional, you can't even win a third rank, and you still have the face to be my man?"

She clutched her chest and began to look for clothes from the wreckage of the tent, first put a piece of The Knight uniform, torn to shreds, was thrown to Hans, who then found himself a white pajama to wear.

"I said at the beginning, my mother doesn't look down on you. If you want soldiers, you can take them away. If you want animal skins and minerals, you take them. You used food to force my father to marry me. It's been so many years, you have eight or ten illegal children, has my mother ever managed it once? Why do you..."

"Go to hell!" The long sword with the gems was aimed at Hans and slashed head-on.

The Marquise sneered, and threw the bearded cousin backwards, and let go of the long sword with one sideways,

"You are an Earth Knight who relies on resources to pile up. , if you ride a horse, I can barely respect it. But you don't even have a horse now, do you want to beat me when you fight on foot?"