Warhammer Throne

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The front was fragmented and the Nord soldiers who could no longer withstand the pressure were still resisting. The conscripts and militiamen who had been enlisted were already defeated, and they scrambled to flee in all directions.

"Retreat! Retreat!" The walnut knight Nikolay motioned for the soldiers to retreat. After he personally led the great swordsmen to break, these Nord's elite great swordsmen were left with only forty people, and they held their positions desperately. Constantly destroying the barbarian soldiers who wanted to pursue.

It was their sacrifice that bought enough time for the retreating Nord soldiers, and the soldiers who successfully withdrew into the city were working hard to reorganize their defense lines.

The mace was smashed, and the head of a barbarian soldier exploded, and the splashed brains stuck to Nikolay’s armor, but the Walnut Knight did not care so much. He immediately met the next enemy and raised his shield to block the oncoming The axe blade that came, the mace slammed on the head of the next barbarian predator, and the bright red liquid was left in his helmet amid the screams of the barbarian soldiers. It was definitely not watermelon juice.

At this moment, the barbarian riders rushed forward, and the barbarian chief rushed into the battlefield riding a huge white bear. The great swordsmen who stood in front of him were torn apart like rags in front of Birieg. The "Bear of Pressure" axe went up and down, and one soldier after another was torn in half in front of him. The thin army formation was unable to provide cover for the Walnut Rider [笔趣阁www.biqugeso.vip]. The barbarian chief was soon Close to the Walnut Knight himself.

"Mr. Nikolay! Run away! We will cover you!" A great swordsman shouted desperately, but he was quickly hit by the barbarian champion warrior Kurorin with a sledgehammer, and his life is unknown.

"No, this is also... part of the plan." Nikolay urged his horse to face the barbarian warchief himself.

At the moment of the confrontation, the Walnut Knight barely avoided the oncoming axe blade, but his mace was also bounced off easily by the barbarian warchief. Nikolay immediately led the horse and turned his head, and he took it out from his waist. Took a handful of short guns.

"Bang!" The white bear under Birieg wailed, and its shoulder was hit by a projectile.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The battle was over in a few seconds. Under Birrig’s amazing wrist strength, Niclair’s iron shield was thrown into the air by a large axe, and the walnut knight’s mace left a shallow light on Birrig’s arm. The mark of the barbarian chief, and he himself faced the attack of the barbarian chief's axe.

"I want you to die!" Birrig's axe cut off Nikolay's right arm, and the pain in his heart made the Walnut Knight scream.

Even the screams were quickly extinguished, the Walnut Knight was lifted into the air by Birieg's neck, his throat was crushed, and the final voice was blocked in the Walnut Knight's throat.

"Hey, incompetent man, would a knight of this level dare to single me out?" Birrig laughed wildly at the Walnut Knight's self-defeating ability. He didn't even have the idea of ​​getting a head. Niclair's body was like throwing trash. The same was thrown on the ground by him.

On the city wall, Teresa’s face was frosty. The long-term battle has caused the female warlock to use up all her mana. Faced with the defeat of the knight, she can do nothing, because she has to leave the last bit of magic power to ensure that she can use it in critical moments. The reel is transported away.

"The low-ranking southerners have been completely defeated, warriors! Charge!!! Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull offering skull seat!!!" Birrig shouted loudly.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice seat!!!" The remaining barbarian soldiers followed the chief and broke through the last line of defense of the Nord army, and then their favorite slaughter and arson show.

However, something unexpected happened. The loud and loud horn sounded from the city, and the humans burst out with a shout full of hope. The hordes of cavalry rushed out of the town, bringing death to every barbarian who wanted to enter the town.

With guns like forest, the Nordic knights rushed into the barbarian's position under the leadership of Ryan. The barbarian warriors challenged calmly, steel versus steel, and bright red blood splashing in the air. Birig was surprised that humans had such a situation. A new force, but he immediately realized that these messy-clothed and complicated human cavalry were not made up of knights at all, but a miscellaneous army of noble guards, church paladins and knights' followers. The leader was a Templar. A white wolf knight and the Lord Earl of this city.

"Mr. Lane! We will fight for you. The next thing is up to you!" Templar Frod used his sword and shield to attack the formation of the barbarian army, and Alfred followed closely: " Go! Good friend!"

"The whole army! Go forward!!!" The earl rode on the elf war horse. The lance in his hand penetrated the heart of a barbarian rider. The earl allowed the lance to break, and then immediately took a new one from his guard: "For Nord!"

"For Nord!!" The cavalry called out loudly, and they rushed into the barbarian army like a death tornado. The barbarian formation was beaten into chaos, and the situation was reversed for a while.

After all, there were too many barbarian soldiers, and the cavalry gradually fell into the mire. Birrig was very surprised to find that this group of people actually rushed towards him, so he squeezed his axe and shield and prepared to fight.

A strange thing happened in front of Birieg's eyes. The Nord cavalry was about to rush in front of him. Only one young man wielded a warhammer and walked towards him. The young man’s black hair was draped over him. On both sides of his handsome face, he wears a fine iron chain mail with a breastplate. The white wolf knight badge on his chest is shining. The young face shows his identity. He is the "sledgehammer" Lane, leading the cavalry to charge. Leader.

Facing the tight spear formation of the barbarian soldiers, the young knight suddenly raised the warhammer towards Birieg with his right hand.

The barbarian soldiers subconsciously pointed their spears at him, and the young knight immediately dismounted. Birrig immediately understood what he meant. The barbarian chief waved his hand to signal all the soldiers to leave. He clenched the tomahawk in his hand and walked forward alone. .

Championship duel, the most important ritual of the northern barbarians, the winner will get everything, and the loser will lose his head.

"Young White Wolf Knight Ryan, you are very brave and powerful. I have killed all the way from the north. You are the most courageous knight I have ever seen. Just aim at this point. Your head will become my favorite. "The barbarian chief sneered disdainfully. He split his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and even the gold teeth he created: "You can advance to the legend at this age, you are great, but I am already a high-level legend. And you are just a legendary elementary level. You know that as long as you support it for another day, the empire's reinforcements will arrive, but you still want to rush to die in a foolish manner? Have you never learned'Glorious Retreat'?"

Ryan understood the barbarian chief's words, as long as the defenders retreated into Milloden Haven, engaged in fierce street fighting, and finally defended the Earl's Castle, it would not be a problem to defend it for a day.

"Oh~Yes, as long as we retreat into the castle, we can definitely hold on until sunrise, or if I meet you in the wild, I will run away without hesitation, because it is not a shame to run away if I can't beat them."

"However, it is different here. Behind me are the people of this city, and I am a knight of the kingdom."

"The responsibility of the knight, guard my country and defend my people!"

"Of course I can hide in the city and build a new line of defense."

"But what about these citizens? What will happen to their fate?"

"I will not stand on the walls of the castle and watch you bring death to the people, because this is not a knight."

"Life is precious, but after all, there are things that are worth paying for. This has nothing to do with the price. This is faith, this is honor, this is responsibility. This is the backbone of our human beings that have stood firm for thousands of years!"

"Come on to fight! Nod is big! Behind him is Winter City!" The Kingdom Knight raised his warhammer.

Birrig's face changed.

Since breaking the storm fortress and going all the way south, he has seen countless so-called knights and nobles fleeing under his iron hoof. He has seen how those pretentious "high men" pray for life in front of him, his face No longer with ridicule, but serious, the barbarian chief nodded deeply: "Your head will become my most precious collection!"

So the barbarian chief got off the giant white bear in front of Ryan, and Ryan also chose to dismount. The two opponents stayed in place, leaving only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the battlefield. The smell of blood in the wind was very strong, and it was in countless corpses. In the middle, Ryan and Birieg stood opposite each other.

All the fighting around stopped, the Nord soldiers and the barbarian warriors stopped fighting, a depressing sense of silence enveloped the battlefield, countless eyes fixed on the two people who were facing each other.

Everyone, whether it is a Nord or a barbarian, knows that this momentous moment will determine the outcome of this battle. Both opposing parties are great warriors, and they are the epitome and representatives of their respective race forces.

Teresa, standing on the city wall, realized why Ryan would refuse to go back to the Sky Castle with her. The sorcerer covered her mouth with her hand. Hot tears couldn't help but slip from her beautiful Danfeng eyes. Emilia also looked shocked.

After a short pause of a few seconds, Ryan suddenly raised his hand, and a very strong light of psychic energy radiated from his hand with full force, shining on Bireg’s body. The barbarian chieftain subconsciously closed his eyes because of the sudden light. The skin also made a sizzling noise from the burning pain, and the barbarian chief had to retreat subconsciously.

Ryan took a deep breath and took the opportunity to start a charge. The warhammer in his hand was shining with lightning, and the White Wolf Knight badge on his chest was shining like a star. The Kingdom Knight seized the opportunity to rush towards his enemy, wanting to take this opportunity to kill him with a single blow. .

Years of rich combat experience saved the Barbarian Chief. He subconsciously raised his shield to resist. The heavy warhammer slammed on Birieg’s shield. The pain of a broken wrist and the burning sensation of lightning made the Barbarian Chief scream. Taking advantage of the opportunity to block the attack, Birieg swung his battle axe laterally to counterattack. The sharp axe blade slashed through the cold air. Ryan had to retract the warhammer. The warhammer handle made of fine iron intersected with the axe blade. The golden sparks.

Taking this opportunity, Birigala opened a distance from the young man. The young man's despicable means made him a little chaotic. The barbarian chief was adjusting his breathing and preparing to launch the next offensive.

Biriege is much taller than Ryan. The barbarian chief who is more than two meters tall only has simple leather armor. It looks like a pile of muscle hills, which contains explosive energy. Ryan, of course Knowing what fate he would face once the Barbarian Chief was adjusted, he planned not to give Birrig any time to adjust, and the Kingdom Knight rushed towards the Barbarian Chief in spite of the convulsive pain of his body.

Of course Birrig knew what the young man was thinking. The barbarian chief adjusted his pace and exhaled deeply. Steam-like mist sprayed from his nostrils. His battle axe wanted to swig this. The blood of the knight, his shield is almost as high as a human, and he is ready.

The warhammer slammed heavily on the shield and was bounced away by Birrig. The barbarian chief was ready to fight back, but at this moment, the kingdom knight suddenly took out a handful of double-barreled firecrackers from behind the cloak and pointed it directly at the barbarian chief. Xia Sanlu pressed the trigger.

The barbarian chief was shocked. He didn't want to lose his fertility and become infertile, so Birig could only interrupt the rhythm of the counterattack, and reluctantly raised his shield to resist.

"Boom!"

The shield protected the vital point, but there was still a bullet hole in the barbarian chief's calf. Blood flowed out of the bullet hole. Ryan threw the fire bludgeon and took advantage of the situation to carry out a series of blows.

The wound seemed to have eliminated the traces of Biriege’s rational thinking. He recovered his original instinct and charged more fiercely. The two fought together, accompanied by a series of blows and subsequent parry, dodge and reorganize. The opponents continued to unfold, and the quick movements in the duel made it difficult for the surrounding soldiers to see them clearly.

Only the constant roars, the clash of gold and iron, and the sparks splashing in the air said everything: the last hope of this city is fighting the barbarian chieftain desperately.

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Thirty minutes later, the young kingdom knight realized that he was defeated. His hands had begun to lose strength, and his body was slowly becoming numb. He could feel the blood spraying from the **** and the smell of rust in his mouth. His strength is declining, his legs have become stiff, but his opponent is still launching a powerful offensive against him.

"Ah!!!" Ryan took two steps back under Birieg's powerful attack. The numbness of his arm made him almost unable to hold the warhammer. Blood spurted from his throat, and the White Wolf Knight forcibly swallowed the blood again. Going down, he forced his hands to grip the handle of the warhammer.

"Nord's hero? Sledgehammer Lane? You are not my opponent~" Birieg did not show any fatigue, the barbarian chief's tall figure approached Lane, and the sound of barbarians' footsteps was ringing at Lane's end. Death knell.

The barbarian chief used his triumphant skill-whirlwind, the constantly rotating axe blade pushed into Ryan's defense line at once. The legendary high-rank barbarian chief surpassed Ryan in terms of wrist strength and endurance. The White Wolf Knight is still too young. Now, he is more than 50 years old this year, his age is almost twice that of Lane. With rich and **** combat experience and the blessing of the supernatural power from the blood **** fear abuse, Lane feels that every strike of the barbarian chief has the ground. Shan Yao's power is at the first level of the legend. Every time he advances, his abilities will be greatly different. He can temporarily gain an advantage through some small tricks, but over time, the gap in hard power will definitely make Ryan a disadvantage.

The White Wolf Knight retreated again, and there were shallow wounds in his shoulders and arms, muscle cramps, and blood surging.

The championship matchup failed! Am I going to lose?

Ryan's eyes gradually blurred, is he about to lose?

No, I can't fall down here!

I will never lose in this duel!

Father, what should I do? !