Proof of the Sun King

Ulfric's attack was ferocious, and the brave barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors of Norsca, wielding axes, rushed to the dock one after another with the power of the dragon boat, trying to engage the defenders.

The defenders of the port of Chantillon also fought back with bows and arrows and hand crossbows. The sentries on the pier were full of archers and crossbowmen. They continued to reload and shoot under the orders of the guards. The first wave of barbarians rushed up. Warriors and barbarian warriors were shot, the Norsca were very brave and very strong, and many barbarian predators ignored the damage, shouting the name of one of the gods, the dog god, the snake god, the falcon god, or the crow god. The defenders fought bravely.

But many more Norscans were shot and fell soon after, and most of these barbarians who traveled south in long and dragon boats were unarmored or only in leather, even though Brittany People's bow and arrow skills and armor-piercing ability are not very good, and the barbarians have also suffered a lot of casualties. The first group of hundreds of barbarians who rushed to the pier and attacked the defenders were almost all killed in the arrow rain. Down.

Ulfric and his Worldwalker Legion could have avoided such horrific casualties had Ulfric been in command, but the Chaos Four Gods and the famous Wanderer don't care, he just wants to be with the legendary The hero comes to a tense and exciting close combat.

"Ryan Machado, get out of here!" Ulfric strode from the deck of the dragon boat to the planks of the pier. Behind him, hundreds of champion warriors from the God-given Noscar Horn of Ice We, the mighty Chaos Four Gods took a big step and set foot on the land of Britannia, and he continued to roar: "Ryan-Malcador, get out of here, are you afraid of your father's wickedness? A corpse covered in gangrene will not rot in the ice, so there is no chance to benefit nature?"

"Knight King, get out! I'll put your dad on a skewer and set it on fire in your dad's ashes incinerator. Wild dogs with a radius of 18 kilometers will come over and bark to eat your dad's meat!" Ulfric continued to growl.

More dragon boats came ashore, an astonishing number of barbarian tribal warriors stepped on the warhammer, the swamp-dwellers and human-skin wolves with heavy weapons stepped out of the dragon boats one after another, and the marauder riders, every one of them. The barbarians were screaming, and followed Ulfric with wild curses.

The World Walker Legion only had more than 2,000 people on the dock, and they continued to attack the defenders.

"Go! Kill all the cowardly Southerners!"

"Southern bastards, your northern grandpa is here!"

"For Khorne, for Chaos!"

The sudden screams over the pier shook the defenders. Baron Laxar moved quickly above the city wall. He led the knight commander and urged the defenders to fight hard. The serfs and free people formed the The combat effectiveness of the army is really average, but due to the preparations in advance and the relatively strong defense of the dock, the defenders can still support it.

And although Ulfric's momentum is terrifying, thousands of dragon boats seem to be huge and cover almost all the nearby oceans, but after all, there are only a few dragon boats that can dock, most of the dragon boats and the barbarian warriors full of them Unable to dock, many barbarians even jumped directly to try to swim ashore.

Tzeentch God's Choice, Ejik - The Labyrinth Guardian had long been prepared, and in his sharp roar, several giant egg sacs were hung on the crossbow of the dragon boat, and more than fifteen barbarian warriors worked together to pull reins.

There seems to be something in the egg sacs that is constantly struggling and twisting, they make the most primitive pain, each egg sac was once a living human being, it is a pity that they inevitably fail on the great road to the ascension. Now, these guys are either too incompetent, or too capable but can't bear the blessing of the evil god.

"Release!" There was a loud shelling sound, and several egg sacs were flew into the air, heading directly towards Chantillon Town!

The explosions sounded one after another in the town. At first, all the defenders didn't take it seriously, because the residents in the town had almost evacuated, and the guards tried their best to resist more and more barbarians, wanting to Buying time to wait for the arrival of the reinforcements from Brittany, Baron Laxar is confident in this, because His Excellency Callard promised to come to support as soon as possible if attacked here.

This was a horrific mistake, the egg sacs were initially silent as they blasted into the town's buildings, distracting the defenders, but while they were still desperately fending off the Norsca attack, The egg sac has swelled up, and with the howl of pain, more than a dozen Chaos Eggs appeared behind the defenders!

Limbs erupted continuously. The ferociously twisted monster eggs opened their wet blood basins. These chaotic eggs waved their twisted tentacles or giant crab-clawed claws, and rushed into the defenders' team from the rear. Chaos Egg's attack rushed to pieces.

Ulfric stepped on the shoulders of the Norscan raiders and stepped onto the city wall. With a horizontal swing of the great sword in his hand, he slashed the heads of six Bretons. The legend of Norscan The hero laughed out loud like he was playing a game, he saw a catapult still firing at the dragon ship, and instantly turned into a whirlwind of death and rushed towards them, all the Bretonian spears trying to stop him along the way. Soldiers, archers, sword and shield soldiers were all chopped to pieces under his two-handed greatsword that exuded a blatant chill.

Following Ulfric to the city wall were his personal guards, the Frost Horn God-given champion warriors. These heavy infantry with giant axes were relatively slow, but the steel torrent they formed was almost unstoppable. God-given champion warriors swung their tomahawks, one that knocked over the head of a Brittanian, then another that slashed the throats of two more foot soldiers, and they enjoyed the slaughter until Ulf Rick reached out and stabbed his giant sword into the trebuchet. The wanderer savagely slammed the trebuchet three times, and then put the great sword into the inside of the trebuchet and stirred it a few times. The trebuchet fell apart.

As the Norsca continued to land, the defense line of the defenders began to collapse. The knights and nobles in the city tried to repel the barbarians by charging. They did achieve some results. Armor's raiders were torn to shreds by the charge of the knights, and dozens of new wounds were added to the Chaos Eggs.

After the inertia of the charge was exhausted, the knights and nobles were forced to fall into melee combat. The dozen or so cavalry in the front were quickly overwhelmed by the enemy, dragged off by the barbarians and used tomahawks to disembowel, and the remaining knights and knights were dismembered. The retinues gathered around Baron Laxar, who hesitated for a few seconds between the glorious death in battle and the planned withdrawal from the city, and then chose the latter.

The horns of retreat sounded, and the defenders of Chantillon were quickly defeated, and the soldiers fled the pier in groups after groups, leaving the fortifications to the Norsca.

The Norsca did not pursue, but roared and shouted Ulfric's name. They hurry up to gather the army. Ulfric immediately signaled the soldiers to speed up the disembarkation and landing: "Let's take the Southerners together. The capital is burnt to ashes!"

"Yeah yeah yeah! For the wanderers, for the chaos!"

And almost at the same time, the cheers of the barbarians sounded, and it was the sound of a horn from a distance: "du woo ~ woo woo ~ woo woo woo~"

Above the Curona Plain, a whole new army appeared.

Callard's northern front, arrived.

The Holy Grail, the Earl of Garamente, Calad, looks out over the burning city, and he and his army are marching into battle.

The northern front put the infantry on the left flank and the large group of knights on the right flank. The cavalry and the infantry marched in concert, and behind the infantry and cavalry were twenty-four artillery pieces carried by mules, horses and donkeys.

"The town of Chantillon has played her last role, and we will rebuild this town later." Marquis of Turas rode a pure-blooded elf warhorse past Callard, and he pulled the reins: "Please order, Calla. Your Excellency, let us pour the blood of these barbarians all over the lands of Brittany, and let us guard the land that the lady has given us."

A new battle began, and Callard motioned for the army to move forward.

"Forward! For the lady and the king! For Britannia!"

Lifting the drum and blowing the bugle, the elite infantry regiments of the various principalities of Brittany formed more than a dozen solid phalanxes, advancing under the guidance of military musicians and drummers.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ulfric and Ejik also saw the Breton army coming to support: "It's coming so fast!"

At the forefront was the Connet Heights garrison. This group of soldiers was very special. They wore plaid skirts and officer boots, with breastplates and gauntlets on the outside, and round triangular helmets on their heads. With the help of the soldiers striding forward, the soldiers were chanting slogans, obviously morale was high.

Ulfric motioned the barbarians to stop looting, but only a few barbarians and his own guards obeyed.

"Could it be that the cowardly southerners can only send a group of male mothers to fight us?" Ulfric burst out laughing, slapping his soiled trousers with contempt: "And I will order the **** raiding war. Fight against them."

"For the Wanderers, for Chaos!" Under Ulfric's order, a dozen war gangs gathered into a large war group. Most of these berserkers were armed with double axes, and each of them was Khorne. Devoted believers, in order to show their devotion to their masters, everyone in the Scarlet Raiders has blood all over their bodies, most of them only wear leather armor, and even those who are naked are not uncommon, many barbarian champions Holds Khorne's eight-pillar emblem and Chaos eight-pointed star high, holding up **** trophies to attract Khorne's gaze.

This group of lunatics has no tactics at all. With Ulfric's order, the warriors of the entire chapter first began to charge from the barbarian champion. They howled like a pack of mad dogs, hundreds of miles apart on the plain. The sprint started at the first step, the messy queue and the scramble for the first one seemed to be chasing death.

"Prepare!" The officer of the Connet Heights garrison was very calm. He drew out the long sword from his waist and gave the order: "Reload!"

The musketeers of the Highland garrison immediately took their muskets from their shoulders and began to reload them.

"Reload!" A whole row of musketeers loaded their bullets and lined up in a neat line.

"shooting!"

The sound of muskets resounding like thunder reverberated through the entire battlefield, and a large white smoke drifted past, and the plunderers who rushed in front were all beaten into sieves.

"The second column, reload!"

"Shoot!" The second row of musketeers switched positions neatly and fired.

Dozens of berserkers fell to the ground again. No matter how powerful the Norsca were, without good armor, they could only fall to the ground when they were hit by muskets.

But the good news is that the berserkers are gradually approaching. These barbarians with dual battle axes finally got the melee they wanted. Ulfric can even imagine the panic of the other party. For the Ska people, the most feared thing against the southerners is not being able to fight in melee, and being beaten at a distance.

As long as the opportunity is taken to melee combat, the battle is basically guaranteed, especially for the Brittanians, and even more so for the imperial people. The weak humans in the south may be really powerful in firearms and artillery fire, but once they are in close combat, they are far away. Far from being an opponent of the barbarians, as long as a wave of head-to-head hits, the human infantry regiment will soon panic and panic, and collapse is a matter of blinking an eye.

However, what happened next took Ulfric by surprise!

The soldiers of the Connectic Heights garrison faced the rushing Norsca Marauder Berserkers. Not only did they show no signs of being shaken, but they calmly signaled the Musketeers to step back, and the halberdiers and swordsmen behind them. There were thousands of soldiers, and the gorgeous halberd formation took shape in an instant. The dozens of berserkers who rushed in the front jumped high and wanted to enter the army to hunt for fresh heads for their gods, but the end was not by the halberds. To pierce is to be cut into two pieces by a great sword.

"Go forward!!!" On the contrary, the Highland Guards actually launched a counter-charge towards the barbarian berserkers!

On the other side, the Leonath Silruf Ambitious Regiment and the Guisoleaux Bucks Guard gathered, and fired simultaneously from the flanks towards the Scarlet Predators Chapter, under the cross-fire attack of muskets and the unexpected counter-charge, the entire The Scarlet Predator Chapter suffered heavy losses, and they were beaten to retreat instead of rushing down!

The blood and courage of the Norsca barbarians came and went quickly, and a wave could not be beaten. Coupled with the fire attack from the side, Ulfric's high hopes of the Scarlet Predator Chapter crossed fire and high ground. Under the stubborn resistance of the garrison, they were repelled, and then came the Brittanian artillerymen who entered the battlefield, the Mousillon Cold Creek Guards.

The Lengxi Guards wore a brown bearskin cap, red uniforms, and half-body plate armor forged by dwarves. They joined the battlefield neatly. The face of the charge did not change, and he calmly launched the attack. Lord Philip Mountbatten, the commander of the Guards, signaled the soldiers to quickly enter the battlefield and fight together. The volleys of muskets were fired one after another, and each time they were able to shoot down dozens of barbarians. , Occasionally, barbarians rushed over, and these battle-hardened soldiers did not panic at all, and calmly slaughtered these barbarian berserkers through siege and halberd formation.

The Berleon idiot rogues also entered the battlefield, and these outlaws came up to face the Scarlet Marauders.

Under the attack from three sides, the blood-colored predators collapsed. After leaving hundreds of corpses, they retreated into the port. The battlefield was full of cheers from the Bretons.

Ulfric's face is not good-looking now, isn't the Southerner always afraid of melee combat and easy to panic?

Did we land in the wrong place? Is this really a kingdom of knights known for its **** infantry regiments and poor long-range firepower?

The wanderer muttered to himself, "Looks like these Southerners aren't that vulnerable."

"Everyone, assemble!" Ulfric ordered all Norscans to assemble again.

At this time more than 8,000 Norsca had landed on the land of Brittany. They assembled under Ulfric's repeated orders and drove out of the town, on the Curona plain, and with Kara The German army confronted.

The flags of the two sides fluttered, and the two armies faced off on the battlefield. Cala Deschamps was giving orders and urging the artillery to enter the field as soon as possible.

Ulfric has habitually threw the command away to signal the army to go its own way, and the wandering eyes looked around the army formation in Brittany with hungry eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will see soon When it came to Callard under the coaching flag, the guy who was obviously the coach.

That must be the king of knights, Ryan Machado!

Ling Tong talent activated!

"Lane, your dad is going to be buried today, why are you still here to clear the line? Moore Garden is going to get off work, so why don't you come and see your father with ashes?" Ulfric scolded at Callard , The Wanderer raised his giant sword Frost Bite towards Karad: "Something, get over here, and duel with the Lord, now, immediately!"

"???" Callard looked confused, Ulfric's accent was heavy, and he didn't understand what the other party was shouting.

"The barbarian champion on the opposite side seems to want to fight against your champion, my lord my lord." Belial rode a half-blood elf warhorse. The Ugol filtered out Ulfric's swear words and passed on the key meaning to Callard: "What do you think?"

Callard understood this sentence.

Out of his glory as a Knight of the Holy Grail and his position as head coach, Callard couldn't turn down Ulfric's challenge, and the Brittany's unparalleled warrior stepped out of the lineup.

Ulfric was overjoyed when he saw this, and he also rode out of the array on his warhorse, clenching his fists on his chest, showing invitation and respect.

Callard nodded indifferently. He took out a white glove from his pocket and threw it on the ground, expressing acceptance.

The two sides greeted and the troops pulled away, offering them an undisturbed venue for the championship match.

A championship matchup is imminent.

But this duel will not affect the frontal battlefield of the two sides in the slightest. In the neat drums and horns, the two sides face each other.

"Forward! For the Wanderer, for Chaos!"

"For the lady and the king, for Brittany!"

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