Warhammer Throne

Ulfric’s offensive was fierce. Norsca’s brave and eloquent barbarian warriors and barbarian warriors swung their axes one after another and relied on the power of the dragon ship to rush to the pier, trying to fight the defenders.

The defenders of the port of Chantilon also fought back with bows and crossbows. The guard posts on the wharf 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 have shot arrows. The Norskars are very brave and strong. Many barbarian predators ignored this damage and shouted the name of one of the gods of dogs, snakes, eagles, or crow gods. The defenders fought bravely.

But more Norskans fell down soon after being hit by arrows. Most of the barbarians traveling south on long and dragon boats did not wear armor or only leather armor, even if Breton People’s bow and arrow skills and armor-breaking ability are very poor. The barbarians also paid a lot of casualties for this. The first batch of hundreds of barbarians who rushed to the pier to attack the defenders almost all fell dead in the rain of arrows. Down.

If Ulfric knew how to command, he and his World Walker Legion could have avoided such terrible casualties, but the Chosen of the Four Chaos Gods and the famous Wanderer didn’t care about it at all. He just wanted to be with the legendary The brave brave come to a tight and exciting close hand-to-hand fight.

"Ryan Makado, get out of me!" Ulfric strode from the deck of the dragon ship to the wooden planks of the pier. Behind him, there are hundreds of champion champion warriors of the horn of Norsca ice. Men, the powerful four chaotic gods chose to set foot on the land of Brittania in one stride, and he continued to roar: "Ryan Macado, get out of me, are you afraid of your dad’s evil? The corpse covered in gangrene can't rot in the ice, so there is no chance to benefit nature?"

"Knight King, get out! I put your dad into a skewers and set it alight in your dad's ashes incinerator. A fragrant wild dog with a radius of 18 kilometers came with a pheasant like you and called to eat your dad's meat!" Ulfric continued to growl.

More dragon boats have landed, an astonishing number of barbarian tribal warriors stepped on the warhammers, those marsh-dwelling monsters and human skin wolves who used heavy weapons came out of the dragon boat one after another, and those predator riders, each one The barbarians screamed wildly, followed Ulfric and launched crazy curses.

The World Walker Corps currently has only more than two thousand people on the pier, and they continue to attack the defenders.

"Go! Kill the cowardly Southerners!"

"Southern bastard, your northern grandfather is here!"

"For fear of abuse, for chaos!"

The sudden screams over the pier shook the defenders. Baron Laksar personally moved quickly across the city wall. He led a team of knights to supervise and urged the defenders to fight hard. Those serfs and freedmen were formed. The combat effectiveness of the army is really average, but because of the advance preparation and the stronger defense of the dock, the defenders can still support it.

Although Ulfric’s momentum here is terrifying, thousands of dragon boats seem to be huge, covering 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 get to the shore, many barbarians even dived directly to try to swim ashore.

The treacherous god, Ejik-Labyrinth Watcher was prepared. In his sharp roar, several giant egg sacs were hung on the crossbow of the dragon boat, and more than fifteen barbarian warriors pulled together. Reins.

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

"Let it go!" With a loud shelling sound, several egg sacs were flew up into the air and blasted directly towards Chantilon!

The explosion sounded in the town one after another. At first, all the defenders did not take it seriously, because the residents in the town had almost been evacuated. The guards tried their best to resist more and more barbarians. Buying time to wait for the arrival of the reinforcements from Brittany, Baron Laksar is confident about this, because His Excellency Calade promised to come to support as soon as possible if it is attacked.

This is a very terrible mistake. When these egg sacs blasted into the buildings of the town, there was no movement at first, so that the defenders were completely distracted, but when they were still desperately resisting the Norskan attack, The egg sac has been inflated, and a dozen chaotic eggs appeared behind the defending army along with the howling of pain!

The limbs erupted continuously. The hideous and twisted strange eggs opened their mouths in the wet blood basin. These chaotic eggs waved their twisted tentacles or crab-claw-shaped giant claws, and rushed into the defenders from behind. Chaos Egg's offensive rushed to pieces.

Ulfric stepped on the shoulders of the Norsca predators and stepped onto the city wall. With a horizontal wave of his huge sword, he chopped the heads of six Bretonians into the air. The legend of Norsca The hero laughed loudly as if playing a game. He saw a catapult still firing at the dragon ship, instantly turning into a death whirlwind towards them, all the Breton spears trying to stop him along the way. Soldiers, archers, and sword and shield soldiers were all chopped into pieces under his two-handed giant sword that exuded a blatant chill.

Following Ulfric's ascent of the city wall were his guards, the champion champions of the horn of ice, these heavy infantry armed with giant axes are relatively slow, but their iron torrent is almost unstoppable. God-given champion warriors waved their battle axes, one axe chopped over a Breton’s head, and then another axe cut open the throats of two infantrymen. They enjoyed the killing until Uffer Rick stretched out his hand and pierced his huge sword into the trebuchet. The wanderer savagely slammed the trebuchet three times, then plunged the huge sword into the trebuchet and stirred it a few times. One that has been in service for hundreds of years. The trebuchet fell apart.

As the Norskars continued to land, the defense line of the defenders began to fall apart. The knights and nobles in the city tried to repel the barbarians by charging. They did achieve some results. One charge put hundreds of people in leather armor or even no one. The predators of A were torn to pieces under the charge of the knights, and the Chaos Eggs were also given dozens of new wounds.

After the inertia of the charge was exhausted, the knights and nobles were forced to fall into close combat. The dozen riders who rushed in the front were soon overwhelmed by the enemy. The barbarians dragged down their horses and used tomahawks to break their stomachs. The remaining knights and knights The retinues gathered around Baron Laksar, who hesitated for a few seconds after he died in a glorious battle and withdrew from the city according to the expected plan, and then chose the latter.

The retreat horn sounded, and the defenders of Chantilon were quickly defeated, and groups of soldiers fled the pier, leaving the fortifications to the Norsca.

The Norskars did not pursue, but roared loudly, shouting at Ulfric’s name. They seized the time to gather the army. Ulfric immediately signaled the soldiers to speed up the landing and landing: "Let’s take the Southerners together. The capital was burnt to ashes!"

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

And almost the cheers of the barbarians sounded at the same time, it was the sound of the horn in the distance: "Beep~beep~beep~"

On the Kurona Plain, a brand new army appeared.

Kalad’s Northern Front has arrived.

The Great Holy Grail of Sanctuary, Calade, Earl of Garment, looked at the burning city, and he and his army were entering the battlefield.

The Northern Front placed the infantry on the left flank and a large group of knights on the right flank. The cavalry and infantry marched forward in concert. After the infantry and cavalry, they used 24 artillery with mules, horses and donkeys.

"The town of Chantilon played her last role, and we will rebuild this town later." The Marquis of Turas walked past Kalad on a pure blood elf war horse, and he took the reins: "Please order, Carla. Your Excellency, let us sprinkle the blood of these barbarians on the land of Bretania, and let us guard the land that the lady gave us."

A new battle began, and Karad signaled the army to move forward.

"Go ahead! For the lady and the king! For Brittany!"

Cocked up the drums and sounded the bugle, the elite infantry regiments composed of the various Duchy of Bretania formed more than a dozen solid phalanxes and advanced 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 them: "It's really fast!"

At the forefront is the Connet Highland Defense Regiment. This group of soldiers is very special. They wear plaid skirts and officer boots. They wear breastplates and arm armors. They wear round triangular helmets on their heads. Striding forward with the help of the soldiers, the soldiers chanted slogans, obviously morale was in full swing.

Ulfric signaled the barbarians to stop plundering, but only a few of the barbarians and his own guards obeyed the order. The Rangers looked at the group of highland defense regiments with a mocking face. These big men were actually wearing skirts!

"Cowardly Southerners can only send a group of male mothers to fight with us?" Ulfric laughed loudly. He slapped his dirty pants hard, his face full of contempt: "And I will order the **** plundering war. The regiment confronted them."

"For the wanderers, for the chaos!" Under Ulfric's order, more than a dozen war gangs gathered into a large battle group. Most of these berserkers were armed with double axes, and each of them was afraid of abuse. Devout believers, in order to show their piety to their masters, everyone in the Scarlet Predator Group made their bodies bloody. Most of them only wore leather armor, and even guys with naked upper bodies were not uncommon. Many barbarian champions Holding aloft the eight-pillar emblem of the fear of abuse and the pattern of the chaotic eight-pointed star, holding aloft the **** trophy to attract the attention of the fear of abuse.

This group of lunatics has no tactics at all. With Ulfric’s order, the warriors of the whole battle group first began to charge from the barbarian champion. They howled like a group of mad dogs, separated by hundreds on the plain. The sprint started immediately, the chaotic queues and scrambled appearances were like fighting for death.

"Prepare!" The officer of the Connet Highland Defense Regiment was very calm. He drew the long sword from his waist and gave orders: "Reload!"

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

"Loading!" A whole row of musketeers filled the bullets, and then lined up in a neat line.

"shooting!"

The thunderous muskets resounded throughout the battlefield, a large piece of white smoke drifted across, and the predator berserkers who rushed to the front were all sieved.

"The second column, fill it up!"

"Shoot!" The second row of musketeers changed positions neatly, and then fired.

Dozens of Berserkers fell to the ground again. No matter how powerful the Norskars, they lacked good armor and were hit by muskets, they only fell to the ground.

But the good news is that the berserkers are getting closer. These dual-armed barbarians finally got the melee they wanted. Ulfric can even imagine that the other party is panicking. For the Skars, when confronting the southerners, they are most afraid of not being able to fight close combat and being beaten from a distance.

Once you seize the opportunity to fight in close combat, basically the battle will be held in place. This is true for the Bretonians, and even more so for the empires. The weak humans in the south may be really powerful with firearms and artillery, but once they fight in close combat, they are far away. Far from being an opponent of the barbarians, as long as a wave of head-to-head, the human infantry regiment will soon be afraid and panic, and collapse is a blink of an eye.

However, what happened next surprised Ulfric!

The soldiers of the Connet Highland Defense Regiment faced the rushing Norsca Marauder Berserkers. Not only did they show no signs of wavering, but they also calmly signaled the musketeer to retreat, the halberds and swords and shields behind them. With thousands of soldiers, the gorgeous halberd formation took shape in an instant. Dozens of berserkers who rushed to the front jumped up and wanted to enter the army to hunt for their gods alive heads, but the end was not the halberd. To pierce is to be chopped into two pieces by a big sword.

"Go forward!!!" On the contrary, the Highland Defense Group actually launched a countercharge against the barbarian berserkers!

On the other side, the Lyonese Silluf Ambitious Regiment and the Gisole Oaks Bucks Guard gathered and fired at the same time from the flanks to the Scarlet Predator regiment. Under the cross-fire attack of the muskets and the unexpected countercharge, the whole The Scarlet Predator Group suffered heavy losses, but instead of rushing down, it was beaten and defeated!

The blood and courage of the Norsca barbarians came and went fast, and could not be defeated in a single wave. Coupled with the side fire attack, Ulfric’s high hopes of the Scarlet Predator Group crossed the fire and the high ground. Under the stubborn resistance of the garrison, they were repulsed, and then followed by the Breton artillery entering the battlefield, the Mousilon Lengxi Guards.

The Cold Creek Guards regiment wears a brown bearskin cap and a red uniform with a half-length plate armor forged by a dwarf. They join the battlefield neatly. The soldiers who have returned from the Great Eight Peaks Expedition face the barbarians. Without changing his face, he calmly launched an offensive. Lord Philip Mountbatten, the commander of the guards, signaled the soldiers to quickly enter the battlefield and coordinated their operations. The volley of muskets shot down dozens of barbarians every time. , Occasionally barbarians rushed over, and these long-standing soldiers didn't panic at all, and calmly slaughtered these barbarian berserkers through siege and halberd formation.

The Bollyon Stupid Pig Rogue Group also entered the battlefield, and these desperadoes came up to line up with the Scarlet Predators.

Under attack from three sides, the Scarlet Predators collapsed. After dropping hundreds of corpses, they collapsed back into the harbor, and the battlefield was full of cheering Bretons.

Ulfric looked ugly now, wasn't the Southerner always afraid of melee and easy to panic?

Did we land in the wrong place? Is this really the world-renowned knight kingdom for its garbage infantry regiment and poor long-range firepower?

The wanderer murmured to himself: "It seems that these southerners are not so vulnerable."

"Everyone, gather together!" Ulfric once again ordered all the Norskars to gather.

At this time, more than 8,000 Norscans have landed on the land of Brittany. They gathered under Ufric’s repeated orders and drove out of the town, on the plains of Curona, and Kara The German army faced off.

The flags of both sides fluttered, and the two armies faced each other on the battlefield. Kaladeshang was giving orders and urging the artillery to enter the battlefield as soon as possible.

Ulfric has habitually threw the command away to signal the army to do its own way. The wanderers patrolled the Bretania army with hungry and thirsty eyes, and soon saw the commander under the commander flag. Karad, the guy who is obviously the coach.

That must be the Knight King Ryan Macado!

Spirit tongue talent is activated!

"Ryan, your dad is going to be buried today, why are you still clearing the line here? Moore Garden is about to get off work, why don't you hurry up to see your ashesed father?" Ulfric cursed at Kalad , The wanderer raised his great sword Frostbite towards Kalad: "There is a kind, roll over, and fight against the master, now, immediately!"

"???" Karad looked confused, Ulfric had a heavy accent, and he didn't understand what the other party was calling.

"The opposite barbarian champion seems to want to fight with you, my Lord Earl." Beria riding a half-blood elf horse, the Ugol filtered Ulfric's swear words and passed the key meaning to it. Calade: "How do you like it?"

Karad understood this sentence.

Out of the glory of being a knight of the Holy Grail and the position of the coach, Kalad could not refuse Ulfric's challenge, and the unparalleled warrior of Breton stepped out of the array.

Ulfric was overjoyed when he saw this, and he also rode out of the array on his horse, clenched his fist, placed it on his chest, to express his invitation and respect.

Karad 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 army opened up to provide them with an undisturbed venue for the championship duel.

A championship matchup is about to happen.

But this duel will not affect the frontal battlefield of the two sides in the slightest. Amidst the tidy drums and horns, the two sides fought each other.

"Go forward! For the wanderers, for the chaos!"

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

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