Warhammer Throne

In the middle of the night, when Bellegar led Angrande's guards to rush towards the gate of the castle, many of the guards were already frightened.

Where are so many dwarves in the castle? !

Before the guards on the patrol could react, they were defeated by the guards led by Anglande, led by Bellegar, who vowed to defeat them. Where are the ordinary serf infantrymen of the Spire Palace against these dwarven hammer warriors and iron shard warriors? The dozen or so guards gathered in hastily were directly crushed by the dwarves. Hammers and axes directly pierced the shields and armor of the serf infantrymen. Bellegar sang the ancestors of the Angland clan. His loud voice was in the castle. Resounded in the corridor.

The guards collapsed in an instant, and I don't know which guard shouted: "Run! The dwarf can't run us!"

"Yes! They have short legs!"

"Run!!!"

The morale of the guards collapsed in an instant. Almost immediately after the battle, the twenty or thirty guards that had been gathered together no longer had the mind to fight, and they screamed and screamed for their lives.

To a certain extent, these guards' thoughts are indeed not wrong. When they fled with their legs open, Bellegar and his Angland vowed that their guards would indeed not catch up with them.

"A group of cannon fodder!" Bellegar touched his white beard, and yelled quite uncomfortably: "These humans are so annoying! If I catch them, I will cut off their legs and let these humans do it. Know who has shorter legs!"

"My king, should we kill all these humans now?" a vow guard said with a drunk hiccup.

Many vowed guards secretly drank the ale in the barrel. These wines can't make the dwarves drunk, but they are very excited. Each of these dwarves drank blushing and breathed out alcohol. Want to kill a pleasure.

Bellegar was sober-minded, he shook his head: "Open the gate first! Let the army of Brother Lane come in!"

"Yes!"

At the same time, a fire was ignited in the barracks of the Spire Palace. The chief engineer of the Angland clan, Halhav-Goldman, has taken control of the barracks. The guards in their sleep are in chaos. At first, some people said that there were counts. Ten dwarves slaughtered all over the city, and then spread the word that hundreds of dwarves had already attacked the castle, and finally turned into the southern army of knights and entered the city.

At this time, the army of the Spire Palace was in chaos. The guards stepped on each other and rushed to flee for their lives. Without the management of the order by the Earl of Okason and his knight retinue, no one had the ability to control the entire situation.

When the chief guard woke up from his dream, all he heard were calls for help and wailing, and the skyrocketed fire from the spire palace, and the scene was chaotic.

He hurriedly put on his clothes at will, the chief guard came to the window of the tower, and the scene in front of him suddenly tightened his heart.

The gate of the castle has been opened, and the army of knights outside the castle is entering the city.

The castle has fallen! This was the first reaction of the chief guard. His face was pale as paper. He didn't even figure out why the castle fell. He only knew that the time left for him was running out. In a few minutes, the knights of the south would Take over this castle!

What happened here must be reported to the Duke of Mathewbad! This was the subconscious reaction of the guard chief. He immediately called his trusted guard, and the trusted guard cried in a hurry: "Sir! Run away! The castle has fallen! A group of dwarves did not know where they came from, and they burned. After the barracks, the door was opened!"

"You..." The chief guard's eyes were red. He hesitated, lowered his head and looked at his saber, then looked at his trusted guards, his expression changing back and forth.

Until he heard the faint sound of horse hooves, the Breton knights had entered the castle!

"Take this!" The guard chief gritted his teeth and handed the long sword and hand guns hung on the wall to the trusted guards: "Quickly escape and report to the Duke of Mathewbad. The Spire Palace has fallen!"

"But?"

"Go!" The chief guard shouted angrily: "I can't run away alone, I am the chief guard appointed by the earl! You must go to Moussilon, tell the Duke of Mathewbad, go!"

Footsteps had already been heard in the corridor, and the trusted guard no longer hesitated when he saw it. The chief guard put down the rope from the tower and watched his trusted guard fall from the tower and disappear into the night.

In the next second, a violent bang came from the door of the room: "In the name of a lady! Order all the humans in the Apex Palace to surrender immediately, otherwise the lady's trial will come immediately!"

"Heh!" The chief guard sneered. He drew out his sword and rushed towards the door of the room: "Go to hell!"

It was a holy grail knight who rushed in. Seeing that the guard commander had no intention of surrendering, he immediately swung his sword.

Fighting sounded in the tower room, and 30 seconds later, the room was quiet again.

When the first ray of morning sun shines into the interior of the Spire Palace, the battle in the castle has all ended.

The knightly army led by Ryan took over the castle in an all-round way. The well-equipped Breton knights and knight retinues controlled every key position of the castle. All the residents of the Spire Palace held their heads in their hands, knelt on the ground, and waited. Faint.

"Finally, we successfully captured the Spire Palace." Ryan rode on the Thoroughbred Warhorse Grape, and he let out a sigh of relief: "But this is just the beginning. Musilon's foothold."

M Lake God Witch Mojana is riding on the unicorn Sylfan, behind her is a whole team of holy grail guards. Hearing Ryan's words, Mojana nodded and agreed: "It is already very good to be able to do this step, Ryan. "

"His Royal Highness, Lord Ryan, all the inhabitants of the Spire Palace, including the five knights who surrendered from this castle and their sergeants, have been captured. What shall we do with them..." Federmond approached from a distance. He asked Ryan and Mojana.

"Hmm..." Ryan was still hesitating, but Mogiana was the first to speak, and the lake **** witch said with a cold face: "The civilians are temporarily taken into custody to serve as coolies. As for the knights and knight servants here, they are immediately escorted to me. !"

"Yes!" Federmond said loudly.

Ten minutes later, the remaining thirty knights and knights in the entire Spire Palace were escorted to the castle hall, with Ryan and Mojana sitting on each side.

How does Morjana plan to deal with these knights loyal to the undead? Ryan had a few thoughts in his mind, he said nothing, waiting for Mojianna to announce the trial.

"I declare in the name of a lady that the Spire Palace will be rescued from the corruption and degeneration of Moussilon, and the people here will once again fall under the grace of the lady." Mogiana stared at these directions with cold eyes. The knight the undead surrendered, her eyes were full of disgust: "In the name of a lady, your knighthood will be deprived. Starting today, you will no longer be knights, your sword will be taken away, and your family coat of arms will be taken away. It will be discarded and everything you have will be erased from all the classics. When yours is a long journey of redemption, you can only restore your honor if you get the forgiveness of the lady through your own efforts."

"From now on, I declare to deprive you of all your property and titles. You are no longer knights, serfs." Maugiana coldly announced the trial from the fairy in the lake: "Now, untie your family crest. Well, you and your family are no longer nobles."

None of the knights present expressed dissent. On the contrary, all the Breton knights, dwarves and even the sorcerer Teresa responded with disgusting eyes at these people.

"My trial is over. Now, who approves? Who opposes?" Mojana got up from her seat, the lake **** witch's beautiful face was full of ice, she added, and Mojana turned her gaze to Ryan , Because everyone present, only Ryan has the right to challenge her decision.

"I agree." Ryan had no objection to Mogiana's decision.

Ryan's sergeants immediately entered the arena, preparing to tear off the noble coat of arms from these knights.

At this moment, a very young knight with a purple-faced face stood up in anger. He tried hard to break free from his bondage, and at the same time snarled at Morgiana: "I object! I am the first generation. Harrison of the 37th generation of George VI, cousin of William II, cousin of Landuin, Duke of Moussilon! Why do you judge me?!"

After speaking, the iron-headed young knight rushed directly towards Mogiana who was sitting in the middle of the hall. He opened his mouth and cursed, as if he was ready to fight desperately.

Morjana's blue eyes were sharp as a sword, and her right hand was illuminated by the light of the lake god, and a shining light directly hit and enveloped the young knight.

"Ahhhhh!!!" The screams of the young knight echoed in the hall.

The light of the lake **** was released in Mogiana's hand and the witch of the lake **** snorted coldly.

"Qua!" The young knight was gone. What was left in place was a palm-sized frog. It croaked and jumped on the floor of the castle hall on its two hind legs: "Qua~quack!"

Except for these few frog calls, the entire castle hall was silent.

"I'll ask again, who agrees? Who opposes?" Morgiana asked calmly again: "Who has objections to my trial?"

All the captives kneeling on the ground shook their heads and looked at the little frog jumping around. The faces of the captives who were kneeling on the ground were scared to death. According to rumors, the scum who did not abide by the chivalry would be the worst offender. If you make a mistake, you will be turned into a frog by the witch of the lake god, but most people have only heard of it, and haven't actually seen it.

Now they saw it with their own eyes.

This shock almost overwhelmed them. No one wanted to spend the second half of their lives by eating bugs. Hearing Morjana's words again, the captives bowed their heads and expressed their obedience to the trial.

The captives were dragged out by the sergeants led by Sir Bertrand. Just like Morgia’s trial, they are no longer nobles. All property will be confiscated and confiscated, glory will be deprived, and the history of the family will be deprived. Erase it until one day these people can win the forgiveness of the fairy in the lake.

But the knighthood is gone, how do they become serfs to win the favor of the fairies in the lake?

This is destined to be an impossible task.

Morgiana motioned to the holy grail guard to take the little frog into the swamp and let her go. She was obviously really angry. The lake **** witch looked at Ryan and then sighed: "Randuin is the purest and most outstanding first-generation holy grail knight. , He attracted all the virtues of his own land to himself, and left the current scum to this principality and this land."

"Oh, Granny is on!" Bellegar watched this scene and grew his mouth: "This is really... the most serious punishment. I really can't imagine that if I become that kind of creature, it will last my whole life. What kind of disaster would it be to live by eating insects in swamps and ponds?"

"Leave aside this, King Belega, we thank you for your contribution. Without your help, we could not have captured this castle so easily." Ryan changed the subject intentionally, and he thought about Morjana's The punishment is indeed heavy, but these human beings who surrender to the undead are not worthy of sympathy. At least these Mu Xilong locals bowed to the undead in exchange for the knight nobles who continued to rule.

"Oh, Brother Ryan, you must remember that the dwarf did a great favor for you!" Speaking of the dwarf's contribution in this battle, [笔趣阁www.biquger.vip] Bellegar immediately triumphed with her hands on her hips: "Nothing We, you can't take this castle."

"Yes, without the help of King Bellegar and the dwarf brothers, we can't get the Spire Palace." Ryan nodded, his face was not relaxed: "But this is just the beginning. We must repel the counterattack in the direction of Moussilon. "

"Fedmond!"

"exist!"

"You take people to strengthen the city's defense, and you must coordinate the defense before Mathewbad leads the undead army to counterattack!"

"Yes!"

"Jerrod, you immediately organize soldiers to transport as many supplies and various materials into the city as possible."

"Yes!"

Federmond and Gerald went down.

"Mr. Dugan, try to put all kinds of cannons on the wall as soon as possible." Lane then asked his dwarf engineer: "We need artillery to help us defend the city."

"My Earl, it takes time for the artillery to be transported to the city wall. We are unlikely to move the artillery up. We can only use the method of hoisting it." The dwarf engineer Dugan-Tiehan raised the difficulty: "How much time can you give us? ?"

"Can't give much time." Ryan shook his head suddenly: "At most one and a half days, Mu Xilong's undead vanguard will come under the castle."

"But..." Dugan wanted to say something, but Ryan stretched out his hand to interrupt him: "Remember our previous preparations?"

"Oh! I see!" The dwarf engineer seemed to remember something suddenly, and he patted his stomach happily: "No problem, leave it to me."

Ryan assigned the tasks one by one. Regarding this process, Morgiana was just watching. She kept watching Ryan finishing everything, and then said: “Ryan, I feel the power of the Holy Grail of Medicine! Somewhere in this castle!"

"Manfred hid the Holy Grail of Pharmacy in the Spire Palace?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"My feeling can't be wrong." Mogiana was very sure about this.

"Okay, let's find it." Ryan stood up.

When the two people walked towards the master bedroom on the roof of the Spire Palace, the Lake God Witch hesitated, but decided to tell Lion something: "Lian, the lady just gave me the oracle."

"What instructions do you have, madam?" Ryan's response was whether the fairy in the lake had another request.

"Madam wants me to tell you that your eldest son was born." Morgiana shook her head, with a little bit of sourness and complaint on her face.

"The Duchess of Nuer, the Elector of Brescia, and Emmanuel von Lebwitz-Bernardino, Duchess of Wesson, gave birth to a healthy child in Nuer’s black tower just a few days ago. The baby boy, this baby boy can talk when he is born, and when he is born, the entire sky becomes blue."

"The goddess of war, Milmidia, came to the mortal world in person. She blessed the baby in public. Milmidia announced that she would become the patron saint of this baby boy. The goddess of war predicted that the baby boy would become a great human hero in the future. !"

"This baby boy was named Frederick Makado von Lebwitz Bernardino."