Warhammer Throne

"Championship duel..." Hearing this word, Albert fell into contemplation, the count was silent, and Ryan didn't speak.

Championship duel, the oldest and most sacred rule of the northern barbarians.

After believing in chaos, the northern barbarians who used to seek power and glory have gradually become a chaotic race that desperately desires all blood and killing. In order to win, in order to gain the attention of the evil god, they will do whatever it takes, regardless of shame, and regardless of the cost.

Only the champion showdown is a sacred ceremony recognized by all the barbarians in the north.

Two champions of equal racial identity will have a sacred duel, and the result of the duel will determine the outcome of the war.

Win or lose in the first battle.

The holy grail knight under the great first knight king Arthur, the first Duke of Poldero Marcus once killed the chaos champion Gavinley by a champion showdown, and repelled thousands of barbarians alone. This great story is still being sung. .

However, the barbarians are not so easy to deal with. Countless stupid nobles and knights have given their heads because of the championship duel, because the strength of the barbarian lords is too strong. The ability of these lords to become lords has nothing to do with their blood. It depends on the survival of the fittest. And **** conquer, in this case, few of the nobles relying on blood and confession can defeat the barbarians with roughly the same strength and status, and countless heroes have failed.

"But...Birrig is a legendary high-rank barbarian warchief..." Albert walked to Ryan, the count's eyes were full of shock, and even a little unbearable: "Are you really?"

"Other than that, we have no other way." Ryan shook his head. He walked behind Albert and pointed to the big map on the table: "There are many plains near Millden Haven. There is no danger. Shou, we lack cavalry, nor do we have any mobile force for me to send, and... I heard that the only fifty muskets your Excellency has..."

"It's all taken to the front line in the north. There are a lot of crossbows and weapons in my armory, but there are not many guns." The count smiled bitterly: "At this critical moment, I don't have to lie to you, because I really didn't expect it. The barbarians will come to my city."

"Without the weapon as a weapon for defending the city, there are only two artillery pieces on the east city gate." Ryan kept shaking his head: "I really can't think of any smart strategy. The strength gap between the enemy and ours is too great. Also lost the favorable barrier of the city wall, then the only way is to show off the championship." Ryan's tone was indifferent: "This is the only chance."

"I admire your noble character. I recognize you. Albert Baker swears to the God of Justice that Ryan will always be a friend of our Baker family! If the war ends, I will give you half of your savings and My heirloom." The earl stretched out his hand and squeezed it **** Ryan's shoulder, then stretched out his hand: "Tomorrow, let us fight side by side, and my guards and I will charge together to create this opportunity for you."

The White Wolf Knight and the Earl reached out and shook hands: "For Nord! For your people."

"For Nord!!!"

The next day, when the noon sun was high above the sky, the black barbarian army finally appeared at the end of the horizon.

Despite the losses in the battle of Aarhus Bridge the day before, the number of the bear tribe still made people feel desperate. Nearly four thousand barbarian troops marched towards the collapsed east gate of Milodhaven. .

Nord's army lined up near the gate of the city to meet the enemy. They were carefully arranged into an impenetrable line of defense. Crossbowmen stood on the nearby wall, drew their bows, and were always ready to meet the enemy.

"Barbarian looters, barbarian berserkers, barbarian hunters, and barbarian riders. The only thing to be thankful for is that I didn't see the trolls and Norskar giants." Ester stood on the wall, behind the half-elf. The quiver is already full of feather arrows: "Rost? Do you think we can hold here?"

The barbarian Rost was checking his weapon. Hearing what the half-elf said, the barbarian laughed, "Of course I can't hold it."

"But we still have to fight." Ester complained in a low voice.

"I have experienced more desperate wars than this. What is it? The clansmen of the past have become the playthings of the evil gods. Now they meet, only to fight to the death." Roster said loudly: "We still have to fight!"

On the other side, on the high city wall, a large group of Nord’s soldiers are defending the Teresa regiment. The magic power hovering around the Sorceress has become their only backing. This congresswoman of Garland expressed her willingness to participate in the war and let the whole army. Surprised, the walnut knight Nikolay told these soldiers that if the situation is unfavorable, she must be sent away safely.

"Really? Banda is dead?" Teresa learned from Emilia by her side that the little mercenaries who had been around her all day died in that terrible explosion. The mercenaries only found him. one hand.

"Yes..." Emilia replied in a low voice. The girl didn't tell what happened. After losing her apprentice, Wilt was very sad. He cursed the congresswoman in front of him loudly, claiming that everything was all right. She caused it.

"I'm sorry about that." Teresa said. Then said: "Emilia?"

"Huh?" The female mercenary was stunned. She was surprised that the female warlock in front of her said she was sad?

"If this city can't be guarded, you can follow me and Ryan to teleport back to the sky fortress." The female warlock looked at the slim female mercenary standing next to her, and suddenly reached out and touched her face with her fingertips: "Beauty is not a sin."

"...Thank you, but I will stay." Emilia retreated a little later, avoiding Teresa's actions: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am a mercenary of the blood axe mercenary group."

"Forget it, whatever you want." Seeing the barbarian army gradually approached, the female warlock no longer reluctantly, she began to prepare spells under the protection of the soldiers.

The barbarian predators approached the city gate. They were surprised to find that the city gate had collapsed, and now there was only a piece of ruins and the Nord army guarding the ruins. The body, walking slowly, walking fast, and then running wildly, the white bear flag on the black background was raised high and fluttered in the cold weather.

The defenders on the walls were desperately throwing arrows, the militiamen also threw javelins, stones and even all kinds of weird things. The barbarian predators raised their shields to resist a shower of arrows. The engineer tensely loaded and commanded the only two remaining artillery, shooting as far as possible at the densely packed barbarian army.

The barbarians are not stupid. Under the command of the champions and warriors of the barbarians, the barbarian predators immediately dispersed and rushed to Nord's army in twos and threes.

In the face-to-face distance, the fighting style of the barbarians and the southerners was vividly reflected. The Nord army's front stood like steel in front of the ruins of the city gate. With the close cooperation of the Pikemen and the Great Swordsman, the first wave rushed up. The barbarians fell in small pieces, but soon more barbarians poured in.

The attackers were continuously warmly welcomed by the crossbowmen on the city wall. Under the command of Nikolay, the crossbowmen shot in an orderly and targeted manner. The weak barbarian clansmen were frightened and stopped by the rain of arrows. , But this does not apply to those strong barbarian predators. These warriors who believe in evil gods are more difficult to stop. Only ten minutes later, they rushed into the vital part of the army. Nord’s army Had to face these tough barbarians.

In one-on-one combat, ordinary soldiers are not the opponents of barbarian predators at all, but excellent tactics can make up for the weakness of the Nord army. Pikemen and swordsmen form a close line to resist the charge first, and then the halberds Behind the barbarians from the flanks, with the sincere cooperation of the Nord army, the second wave of barbarians was repulsed again.

The barbarian chief Biriege was riding on a huge white bear. He watched his two waves of offensives have been repelled, so he waved his hand to indicate that his champion Cullorin had a set of giant chaotic plate armor all over his body and received the chief’s After giving instructions, he raised the black flag.

Continue to attack.

The blizzard and frost raged in the air. With the help of the powerful spells of the sorcerer, Nord’s army and the barbarian army were constantly clashing. Teresa had already exerted all his strength. Under the full operation of her magical power, the barbarians hurriedly produced All of her siege trucks and towers were shattered by ice guns and blizzards, and ice arrows shot out one by one under her will. Everywhere meant that Congresswoman Garland eliminated another barbarian warrior. The defenders always cheered.

The war began to enter a protracted war. Nord’s army repelled the barbarian offensive again and again. At this moment, whether it was the standing army, conscripts or temporarily recruited mercenaries, the barbarians were beaten again and again under their efforts. Retreat, throwing down a large number of corpses again and again and fleeing in a hurry.

However, there are too many barbarians. After each attack, the original thick line gradually becomes thinner. The army of several hundred people slowly cannot withstand this consumption. More militiamen join the battlefield in haste. The trained and resilient militia began to retreat steadily in the barbarian offensive. When the walnut knight Nikolay led his attendants into the battlefield, he barely stabilized the situation.

The balance of victory and defeat is constantly swaying. The Nord’s army’s defense line seems to be crumbling, but it is still standing. The crossbowmen on the wall have exhausted the arrows in the quiver. Out of arms to fight down the city.

"Ah!" The mace slammed down and knocked down another barbarian warrior. Nikolay wiped the blood off his face. The battle had been going on for two hours. The Nord army was exhausted and more than half of the dead and wounded, but they Still holding on with a strong will, after all, they understand that they are fighting for the lives of their families.

With the insistence of the army, the offensive momentum of the barbarians began to slow down. These barbarians did not seem to be so confident anymore. The neat shield walls and dense spear fronts were densely covered with corpses, piled high in mountains.

On the streets of the city.

"The barbarians can't hold on anymore, Lord Earl!" The captain of the guard, Emile, turned to the heavily armed, armed, ancestral armor, and armed with a lance. One blow! Get a chance for Ryan!"

The earl’s guards consisted of nearly thirty men, all wearing full plate armor and armed with lances. As the paladins of the Church of Justice and the Church of Life came to join them, the cavalry army of fifty men had assembled. forming.

Ryan was also holding a warhammer in it. At this time, his heart was filled with peace.

Just when he decided to stay to meet the enemy, he truly understood the most incomprehensible one of the eight virtues of the knight-sacrifice.

"Knight, do you have the courage to sacrifice when you need to pay a price to fulfill the interests of most people? Maybe it is the sacrifice of material benefits, maybe it is the sacrifice of life?"

——The Fairy in the Lake

Sometimes, the knights are very pitiful and pathetic, because the gods they believe in enjoy the sacrifices of their knights. The knights are asked to face a hopeless battle, but they must sacrifice.

Sometimes in order to protect the homeland and protect the precious things, the sacrifices made by the knights regardless of the cost became the beginning of countless singular and evocative stories. In the great holy war 150 years ago, many knights fought to the end, which was famous in the past. At the end of the **** battle, the entire group of the Emperor Yanyang Knights had only one person left. Even after one hundred and fifty years of recuperation, the Yanyang Knights had only recovered 80% of its size.

But they have no complaints or regrets.

Similarly, Ryan does not regret his choice.

This is not the materialistic and morally degraded world he lives in. In this world, the threat of chaos threatens mankind forever. If no one stands up and is willing to make sacrifices for this race and this world, the whole world will be demons. Fall into the devil's claws.

Didn't even the father make a terrible sacrifice?

Over 11 thousand years of torture without an end in sight, let the soul and will be broken in countless places in the universe, and watched the human empire that I built gradually changed from science and enlightenment to corruption and superstition, the entire galactic human empire Gradually collapsed in countless foreign enemies and civil strife.

But the father is still insisting, just for the race he loves, the human being he loves.

Along the way, the refugees in the city, the old and the weak in the city, all looked at this last force with expectant eyes. They are the last hope of the city, those longing eyes, those immature faces, Ryan's countless thoughts aroused.

This thought was quickly broken. The hustle and bustle rang from the gate of the city. The barbarian chief Birieg finally couldn't stand his tribe and couldn't break through the Nord army after sacrificing more than two thousand people. The powerful chaos champion decided to go to the battle himself. .

When the barbarian chief, who was over 2.2 meters tall, rode the giant white bear and rushed into the battle with his champions, Nord’s army seemed to be cut into two directly by a big axe. Rig raised his tomahawk in the roar. A bear took the lead. The shields of the Pikemen were easily knocked into the air. Not only could their spears not hurt Bi Rig himself, even the giant bear he was sitting on. Hard to shake, the barbarian chief waved a big axe, and the two soldiers were directly cut off. The barbarian riders and champion warriors led by him smashed into the army like a chain hammer. Nord's army turned on their backs, and the army was being smashed. Breakthrough and defeat, panic and despair began to spread on the front line.

The time has come to determine the destiny of this city.