Warhammer Throne

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When Gozbard's short excitement passed, the wild green-skinned warlord immediately realized a problem, that is, there are too few people around it, just a dozen boys and a group of goblins, neither green nor enough. waaagh!

Go back to assemble the tribe!

Guzbard’s choice may be wise, because it allowed it to escape the artillery of the Poseidon fleet, but the green-skinned warlord also lost the opportunity of the whole battle. When called Jing retreated, the Poseidon fleet was already slowly docking ashore.

Ryan and Bellegar led a large army to land on the coast.

Bellega holds the hammer of Anglande and the shield of resistance in his hand. His Anglande swears that his guards will bring the runestone that symbolizes the glory of his family. The king of Bafeng Mountain is very emotional. "Once again, we are back to the badlands. Once again, we will face the green skin, Brother Lane, have you smelled the smell of green skin in the air?"

"I can only smell the dry smell in the air and the smell of war." Ryan is fully armed, and his mount, Griffon Inprius, has been wearing full equipment made by the Salamander Primordial Vulcan himself. Price was very excited, constantly waving its own claws, it couldn't wait to do a big job.

The army began to land one after another. The knights of Brittany, a large number of infantry regiments, all kinds of new armies and dwarven troops landed on the deserted land of the badlands, and then under the protection of everyone, Veronica led The witch group also set foot on the evil land. Facing the flame and dry air, the witches did not feel the hardship and exhaustion of the journey for the time being. On the contrary, their faces were full of excitement.

A slender and good-looking formal witch walked in front of Kalad: "Your Excellency Kalad, this is Catherine. My mentor arranged for me to assist you. If you have any instructions, please give me instructions."

"Follow me, and protect yourself." Kalad drew out his excalibur. Durandale, the sword that Ulles left him is not just a weapon for Kalad, but Something more noble and glorious, when he held the hilt of the sword, he could feel that the spirit and will of Jules was always with him.

Now he is ready to fight.

When the savage orc warlord Gerzbard gathered all his boys, and thousands of green-skinned tides condensed into an ocean of green to meet the enemy, he was taken aback.

Oncoming, is a coalition of thousands of humans and dwarves.

When the army of knights in Brittany marched, it was probably the most beautiful scenery in the old world. It rode like a forest. The exquisite horse armor reflected the bright light under the sun. There were hundreds of heraldic patterns representing different aristocratic bloodlines. It is marked that in this war, the elite of the Kingdom of Bretania came out. Thousands of years ago, the green leather raged and almost destroyed the entire Bretania. After a thousand years, the knights returned to the badlands and turned to the green leather. The ancient and evil creature launched a counterattack.

Faster than the knights is the artillery fire of the dwarves. Dozens of dwarf cannons are ready to fire. Dozens of solid cannonballs blasted out of the barrel amid the roar of bursts, whizzing towards the eternal enemy of the dwarves. The intensive artillery fire fell in the distance within sight, bursting in the wave formed by the wild orcs, setting off waves of smoke that were higher than the waves.

Many witch apprentices who had just joined the army and had little combat experience and those serf infantry saw the power of such a huge artillery. They couldn’t help but feel a little excited and excited. Even many serfs secretly thought that even if they were green skins, they could face it. Such a powerful artillery offensive is bound to be frightened, right? Maybe this battle doesn't require melee combat at all, right?

Contrary to what the serfs thought was the Breton knights and dwarves, they could only be silent and clenched their weapons.

Within a few seconds, the smoke dissipated, and a cluster of violent roars suddenly erupted from the front. Every knight had known that voice since the time he was attending, and it had been deeply imprinted on their minds since their first son. In the matter, these knights' old enemies since their ancestors can be eliminated, burned and defeated thousands of times, but they will always come back.

"Ready to fight!" Ryan directly raised his warhammer, Thor's Hammer. He rode on the Griffin, and the roar of the Knight King spread throughout the battlefield: "Musketman, Longbowman ready!"

"Waaagh!"

"Waaaaagh!"

The smoke cleared, and densely packed wild green skins appeared. Their red eyes were filled with rage and excitement. The foul smell and the smell of soil filled their weeks. Each wild green skin was more than two meters high. Hundreds of wild green-skinned boys were aggressive. They roared loudly. The wilderness of the badlands responded to their roars one after another. The biggest wild greens didn’t wear any armor. They stumbled and even smashed away. One's own companion.

These monsters who have experienced thousands of years of tempering have well-developed arms wielding clubs and mallets and decorated with simple weapons that symbolize force, just like a swarm of cattle.

"Fire!"

"Fire!!!"

As the wild greenskins approached, the army began to fire. How did hundreds of muskets fire at once? Dense smoke accompanied the projectiles out of the barrel. The longbowmen from Bastogne raised their arrows at the sky, releasing a burst of arrows, and the wild beasts who rushed in the front immediately became fragments. They fell in patches. These unarmored green skins were obviously afraid of the power of long-range weapons. In three rounds, two or three hundred green skins fell.

But more green skins rushed up!

"Stay steady! Stay steady!" Ryan noticed that the main force of Greenskins was attacking the human army. Obviously even the most reckless Greenskins felt that his army was best dealt with. The King of Knights immediately ordered and ordered those who were holding them. The serf infantry regiment with axe and gun stepped forward to withstand the front line. Many serf soldiers who faced such a battle for the first time could feel their hands trembling constantly.

"Waaaagh!" The first wild orc approached, this was a big green-skinned guy! It is engraved with tattoos, it wears its own fangs and the head of the defeated. It has two blood holes punched out by muskets on its shoulders and in front of it. The blood holes are even smoking, and its head is even inserted. With two arrows, but it doesn't seem to feel any pain at all! With a wave of a big stick in his hand, the two serfs at the forefront were immediately smashed into pieces. The three rows of axes and guns were swallowed by hundreds of wild green skins in the blink of an eye!

A serf infantry regiment was instantly maimed within a few minutes. Hundreds of serfs died on the spot, torn to pieces and smashed into mud by the brutal wild green skins, but their efforts were not in vain, the green skin tide at the beginning The scene of the sudden collision was horrifying. The powerful collision knocked the human and orc bodies into flight, but shortly after they rushed into the front line, the speed and power of the wild greens quickly slowed down, and they were forced to fall into it. A fight.

"Fire!!!" The thundering dwarf musketeers quickly noticed this big green-skinned man. The chief engineer of the Angland clan Halhav-the gold scoop pointed at it, raised the musket, and the first one to buckle. The trigger was moved.

A dozen muskets fired the big green-skinned man into a dozen blood holes. It finally screamed and crashed to the ground after hacking to death five or six serf infantry with axe and gun.

"Philip’s light of refuge!" At this time, the witches finally reacted from fear. Under the command of Veronica, the witch apprentices collectively released spells. The power from magic helped the serfs who were shaken and panicked. Infantry, the two sides fought a fierce battle on the bad ground.

The army of dwarves is coming from the side to encircle!

The serfs in the front row fell, and the army behind immediately followed. The serf swordsmen, serf lances, and halberds were thrown into battle one after another. On the contrary, the old guards and the most elite Bastogne beasts The butcher regiment stood still. On the contrary, Bellega led the dwarven army to join the battlefield and began to besiege the wild green skins that were trapped in the axe and spear formation and the halberd formation.

In the distance, thick smoke billowed, and the wild green-skinned war pig boys are here!

"Take up the weapon!" At this moment, Kalad also gave the order, and he drew his sword.

After him, the knights formed a lance.

"Charge!" As the piercing roar sounded, the Bretonian knights formed an array of lances and charged towards the enemy. The turbulent waves formed by the lances, the hooves rumbling toward the enemy like a landslide. The enemy rushed away, even if there was no reason for a landslide.

Just when the two cavalry were about to encounter each other, Veronica finally made a move. The Garland Witch rode on a pure blood elf pegasus. She raised her Gentian staff high and sang a spell above the sky. The light enough to stab the eyes came from behind the knights. The light was so dazzling that the wild green-skinned war pig boys were stabbed to open their eyes! They stretched out their hands to cover their eyes one after another, and the light that was strong enough to burn the green-skinned eyes covered the entire battlefield!

Immediately afterwards, there was a powerful collision. Thousands of knights blasted the war pig and the green-skinned body into flight. The sound of steel collision was everywhere. The knight rode through the blood, and the green-skin club smashed the armor.

No mercy, no mercy.

Kalad committed suicide by himself and wore the entire thick green leather army formation. Any tough and strong wild green leather could not go through a round in front of this sanctuary powerhouse, and everything around him was dazzling. The deadly blade storm swept away, so the green skin trying to stop him was either headless or separated. Durandale whirled back and forth, drinking the blood of the green skin, and satiated his ancestors in Breton. The blood of an old enemy.

The holy grail knight Fredmond and the holy grail knight Antelm followed him to death, roaring, the Breton cavalry swept all the enemies in front of them, and they directly smashed the oncoming battle from the side. The pig boys, the few holy grail knights headed by them wield their swords frantically, and the war pig boys who fought with them went from anger, excitement, hesitation, and finally fear to collapse.

"For Madam! For Bretania!"

"For the lady!"

The battlefield was mixed with wave after wave of roars. The side charge of the knights was devastating. Their charge was like a flood that broke the dam, destroying and submerging the greenskins in droves, and soon , The wild greenskins fell in pieces in front of Kalad and his knight brigade, the black blood of the greenskins flowed into a stream, and the broken blood of the wild greenskins was everywhere on the badlands.

The goblin tribe and the goblin wolf cavalry who followed the wild greenskins were scared when they saw such a terrible scene. They started to flee before they even had time to join the battlefield, when Kalad rode back and forth to kill. , Pierced Durandale's blade into the mouth of a wild green-skinned big man, and then pulled out the sword and flipped the blade to cut off the head of another green-skinned big man. He saw that the green-skinned tribe was in total collapse. , The wild green-skinned warlord Gerzbad is leading his own guards trying to withdraw into the giant tower to hold on, desperately trying to escape in front of the onslaught of Bretons.

A giant was thrown into the battlefield. It caused a lot of trouble to the knights' pursuit at the beginning, but Kalad was already ready. Almost the next second after seeing the giant join the battlefield, Kalad immediately turned to nowhere. In the distance, the witch, who was guarded by a dozen knights, shouted: "Mark it! Miss Catherine!"

"Yes!" Catherine was already ready, she immediately raised her light flame skull staff, an Aksha's wind mark appeared on the giant almost instantly, and then the light fire witch released herself immediately A spell that has been prepared for a long time: "Fireball!"

The fire element air mass with a diameter of one meter flew directly towards the giant like this. The giant who felt dangerous immediately raised his arms. The fireball slammed on its arm and exploded. Under the billowing smoke and the loud explosion, the giant was in pain. The cry of, it took a few steps back, its arms were scorched and its right hand was scrapped.

But this is not over yet, the magic mark was sensed, and the official witches and witch apprentices nearby immediately released the fireball technique toward the mark! Five or six basin-sized fireballs came through the air and bombarded the giant.

"Boom! Boom boom boom!"

After a round of fire, the giant was killed on the spot, and the green skins behind it were partially crushed, and the rest fled.

"Pretty!" Calad looked faceless, just nodded slightly, Durandell in his hand drew an arc, a goblin leader was beheaded by him on the spot, and blood splashed Calad.

The army continued to advance. At this time, the green-skinned warlord Gerzbad already felt real fear. It led more than two hundred wild orcs...or even less, trying to escape.

But Ryan did not intend to give Greenskins any chance. The King of Knights immediately ordered that the Pegasus knights descended from the sky and ran to the battlefield, sweeping everything in front of them. Gerzbard immediately realized that he was facing from all directions. Attacking, the knights charged back and forth around it. The green-skinned warlord was holding a simple battle axe and planned to break through the direction of the giant tower, but the hundreds of knights rushing in front made it have to turn around quickly, but another The direction is the slaughter feast of the pegasus knights.

Gozbard let out a roar of both anger and fear. It changed another direction and wanted to retreat. When it ran two steps, it found that there was only one living green leather left on the entire battlefield. The Letanian knights and infantry approached from all directions.

"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!" Gozbad was extremely angry. It let out a final roar, raised its battle axe, and rushed towards the nearest Kalad: "Canned shrimps, I will never end with you!"

Five minutes later, Kalad grabbed Gozbard’s head contemptuously, and held it high towards everyone. A stream of black blood was still dripping from the neck of the unstoppable green-skinned warlord’s neck, spilling it on the evil. On barren and dry land.

"My king! The first blood of the expedition!" Karad raised his head and shouted towards Ryan.

"Kalad! Karad! Karad!" The whole army burst into cheers, and after a long journey, the knightly army finally began its expedition with a glorious victory!

"The war is not over!" Ryan nodded in satisfaction, and the Knight King raised his warhammer: "Soldiers, our time has come! Listen to my orders!"

Everyone turned their eyes on Ryan, and many of them even turned red and green.

"Now! Let's grab it! All the things in Green Leather belong to us!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Long live the king!"

Under the roar of the army, the expeditionary army drove into the giant tower and began to plunder and slaughter. Under the desire for wealth and free from the shackles of the spirit of chivalry, the soldiers of the expeditionary army carried out an attack on the giant tower. A terrible plunder, this plunder lasted from morning to night. This important green leather stronghold in the West and the West did not leave any alive. In the face of green leather, no kindness and chivalry spirit are needed. of.

The huge statues of the green-skin gods Brother Mao and Brother Mao, which have a history of thousands of years, were torn down and smashed. Any gold, silver and shiny things were dug out from the statues and taken away, and large sums of green leather were collected and piled up. His gold and silver wealth was looted, as well as the precious local salt and iron ore, as well as the treasures plundered by the green skin in the battle against the tomb king, the Arabis and the dwarves, all became the spoils of the expeditionary army. The serfs frantically collected everything they saw, and the knight masters also filled their bags with gold, silver, gems, and treasures.

After a whole day of plunder, Veronica summoned a fire, which completely burned the entire greenskin stronghold to ashes and a piece of white ground.

"Let them hate, as long as they fear."

Ryan Macado, the "Pious One", the Knight King of Breton