mech warriors have no love

The little prince blinked and stared at him for a while.

Lancelot exclaimed, "Huh? Staring at me, do you feel old..." The word "husband" was swallowed, and the marshal realized that he was afraid of scaring the poor little man in front of him, so he changed his name. A self-proclaimed, "Think I'm particularly handsome?"

César glanced at the person who had started to scratch his head inexplicably: "... I forgot to take the lottery just now."

Fine.

Lancelot withdrew Césaire's hand, thinking, children don't know how to appreciate it, it would be better if they were older.

The marshal tried his best to comfort himself, and brought César back to the training ground. When he saw him pick up the white fruit, hugged it contentedly and refused to let go, his mentality immediately became unbalanced, and he was slightly unhappy and jealous , tugging at Lucy, and asked in a deep voice: "Lu Xi, does Cesare like me or that thing?"

Lucy replied calmly: "You can ask Master Cesar."

Lancelot leaned back, watched César embrace the two in his arms, and put another on top of his head, walked over steadily, and said in a low voice, "I would like to ask..."

It’s just that César may not even know what he likes.

Lambert and Ellie obviously cannot make up for the missing cognition.

Lancelot stroked his chin, thoughtfully: "So God told me to come to him and make up for him..."

Lucy couldn't listen anymore, the rational mecha decisively blocked the master's voice, and recorded it numbly.

After running twenty laps, the soldiers didn't have the energy to hold any more gathering activities, so they went back and sat obediently waiting for the battle to come.

On the distant Dar star, the orcs seemed to smell something, and began to arrange their long-prepared meeting ceremony for the Alliance Marshal.

The next morning, before César woke up, he was picked up by the energetic Alliance Marshal to Harry's mecha, and as an accompanying mascot, he embarked on the journey with the mighty Alliance Army.

During these days, the star field near the base has been cleaned up, and the road leading to Dar Star has been cleaned up, so combat power or time will not be wasted because of obstacles on the road.The alliance army was in full swing, captured the last line of defense outside the Dar star, and successfully jumped to the outer star of Dar.

The sea-blue planet appeared in front of everyone, surrounded by darkness, only this planet was slowly turning like a delicate beauty.

However, what stopped the soldiers who were kicked out of this planet were countless black orc mechas densely packed outside the atmosphere.

The humiliation of being occupied by the orcs in Dar Star was burning in the bottom of my heart. Every Union soldier had a serious face, watching the front with all concentration, waiting for the commander's order, and fanatically trusting the man in the silver mech in the middle to lead them. Wash away the shame and regain the territory.

Tension pervades everyone... except Cesare.

César sat on the console of Harry's mecha, eating breakfast intently.

Harry was still a little nervous at first, but seeing him like this, he couldn't help laughing. The blue-haired young man couldn't help but want to touch his head, but he was afraid of being discovered by the narrow-minded Marshal, so he coughed lightly: "Although I don't know why the Marshal I want you to come to this dangerous place... But looking at you like this, it seems that you are not afraid at all."

César calmly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich: "Is there anything scary about the battlefield?"

Harry smiled wryly.

The fear of life and death, the soldiers being torn apart by the enemy, the mechs annihilated in the artillery fire, the tense atmosphere that is about to explode... To be honest, these are commonplace for veterans.

The scariest thing about the battlefield is not these things. Winning or losing depends on one aspect, but on the other hand, the person who was training with you, eating and making jokes with you yesterday died in front of you today.

This is the most terrible.

But César obviously couldn't understand these things. Under such circumstances, the only one who can calmly educate children is probably Lancelot. Harry was not so calm, so he reached out and touched his head: "Don't worry, I will protect you Yes, when this battle is over, return you to the Marshal safe and sound."

César thought I wasn't his thing, so his lips moved, but he still didn't make a sound to refute.

His gaze shifted to the star map, looking at the countless red dots in front of him representing orcs, he blinked, his long eyelashes flickered slightly, and he closed his eyes.

Micah said sadly: "It's hard, the blood of beast race and human race flows in the blood, watching these two races fight, but there is nothing you can do, you can only see them die one by one..."

César was a little frustrated: "..."

While speaking, Lancelot's order had been issued, and all the mechas suddenly started to move, and the overwhelming artillery fire illuminated the universe.The fighting outside was in full swing, and Micah was still sighing: "You can't help the orcs, and you can't show your brilliance in the human race..."

César stretched out his hand and secretly pinched the fur ball that was singing in his pocket, without expression: "I didn't want to help the orc."

Micah struggled.

"Just a little trypophobia."

Micah: "That's right..."

Cesare delivered the final verdict: "You'd better keep your mouth shut."

After finishing speaking, imitating Lancelot, blocking Micah's voice, the ear was immediately cleared - no wonder.

A mecha next to Harry was hit by artillery fire, and there was a loud bang that could be heard clearly through the mecha. The aftermath of the explosion impacted everywhere.Fortunately, Harry treats the guests from Capital Star and Cesare completely in a different world, and the balance system has not been changed. Cesar sat firmly on the operating table, staring like an arrow, and said, "Harry, sideways."

Although he knew that César was born with poor contact, Harry strangely didn't question it for a moment, and drove the mecha to hit the side - just smashed the orcs who surrounded him and wanted to attack.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's ok, little César, you're more vigilant than me."

Cesare gave him a small smile.

The atmosphere in the mecha was relaxed, but Lancelot's mood was not as good as it seemed.

He tapped the instrument that detects space fluctuations, his smile has faded away, his handsome face is only stern, and his eyes are cold: "The orcs are physically strong, but their mental power is weak. In this era of mechs, they can generally avoid Avoid large-scale conflicts with the Alliance Army, and will not engage in protracted battles. Now the orcs are weak, but they still do not use space technology to carry out sneak attacks. Is it because they are fools who do not know how to use the magic soldiers, or do they have other plans?"

Lucy didn't speak, Lancelot wasn't asking about it, he was just talking to himself and slowly analyzing it.

"I thought it was weird before. It seems that the limitations of space technology are greater than I imagined, and the orcs want my life more urgently than I imagined."

His finger shifted, pointing to the messy red dots in the star chart: "The orcs are not fools, the only ones who think they are fools are the idiots in the council. Lucy, I have a bad feeling."

A person who is often in and out of life and death usually has a keen sense of life and death threats.

Lucy was silent for a while: "You will be fine. I will save you at the cost of smashing your bones."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How could I die at the hands of these trash? Little César is still waiting to tell me what's on his mind. Speaking of which, don't you dislike me? Why are you so enlightened?"

Lucy said gently: "I am loyal to the alliance, and secondly to you. Your contribution and role to the alliance are unparalleled. The alliance needs your protection. The most trusted spokesperson of the alliance is also you."

Lancelot: "The mechs born in the alliance are not good at this point, and the tone of their speech is infected by the parliament."

Lu Xi has a big belly in his mecha, so he doesn't care about it like him.

Lancelot was right. The orcs had no backhand ability against the well-equipped and well-equipped alliance soldiers.

The coach sits in the center and doesn't need to make any moves. He looks around and at the same time cleans up a few fish that slipped through the net.

The turnaround happened on a comm that suddenly rang.

Lucy was also stunned for a moment: "Lord Lancelot, the commander of the orcs requests communication."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "Are you here to surrender or seek peace? Or do you want to kill me through three-dimensional communication?"

Lucy ignored his nonsense: "Is it connected?"

"catch."

The communication was connected, and a young man with black hair and green eyes appeared in front of him immediately.

Lancelot paused slightly, and looked at the other party calmly.

Molly came to Dar star to investigate before, and said that she seemed to see Eugene.

Unexpectedly, there was a small war in the area, and the leader of the orc clan also followed.

The two were separated by heavy artillery fire and a distance of hundreds of light years, looking at each other from a distance, observing their opponents.

After a while, the other party spoke first: "Marshal of the Alliance, it's better to see once than to hear."

Lancelot smiled: "The leader of the orc clan?"

Not long ago, the orc tribe changed their leader, who was extremely mysterious, but also extremely troublesome. Compared with the previous leader of the orc tribe, this leader caused countless troubles for the alliance in a short period of time.

The other party's slightly cold eyes looked up and down, and he said bluntly: "Marshal Lancelot, today you leave me alone, and I will order to retreat, and I promise that my people will not step into the territory of the alliance within ten years. "

Lancelot admired this kind of person who was different from the parliament who would spend half an hour expressing tortuously every meal, and asked with interest: "Who?"

The leader of the orc clan didn't hide it either: "Ceizer Leslie."

Although he had guessed it a long time ago, Lancelot still laughed: "Why is my little César so popular? I wanted someone before, but now everyone wants him?"

"..." The other party's expression was a bit indescribable, "Your... little César?"

Lancelot said as a matter of course: "My, what's the matter?"

The other party seemed to be caught off guard by this development, and after thinking for a long time in a daze, he murmured: "In this case, the orc clan also welcomes you to join us."

Lancelot: "..."

Lucy, this leader has a brain problem.

The orc leader who was blatantly poaching people looked into Lancelot's eyes, and said without retreating: "How is it?"

The temperament froze for a moment.

Lancelot put away his smile and said lightly, "What if I don't."

"That's a pity." Obviously in a weak position, the orc leader was extremely calm, as if he had the upper hand, "We can only choose to kill you."

Lancelot thought it was a little funny, but couldn't laugh.

The sense of crisis in his heart almost made him irritated. He turned off the communication with a cold face. Just as he wanted to let Lu Xi jump to the front battlefield, the detection equipment that had not responded all this time suddenly beeped... a red light suddenly lit up around him !

The wreckage of the hundreds of orc mechs that were knocked down before quietly surrounded the silver mech. Without anyone noticing, these large or small wreckages had surrounded Lucy in the middle.

As the ridiculous "negotiation" broke down, they suddenly emitted white light, and shattered the space in an instant, and the space visible to the naked eye fell off—a large crack in space was formed around Lancelot.

The wreckage that was accidentally involved was instantly split and shattered by the cracks in space. It was a material that even Lucy couldn't shatter.

Before Lancelot opened his mouth, Lucy said first: "You are really a crow's mouth. It is detected that the leap cannot be made. The cracks in space cannot be avoided. If you carry me over, you will be swallowed. If you leave the plane A, will be frozen to death."