Warhammer Throne

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"Wise Women" haunted the camp of François' Second Army. They skillfully boiled herbs and took out ointment to apply to the body of the sick.

The sick Breton soldiers said they felt better.

But these people were also terrified by these three "wise women".

These wise girls are also witches who master magic, but their mastery is different from ice magic, but a kind of magic similar to shaman. The ability to master a small part of magic in the case of corruption.

Of course, there is a price to be paid, and wise women cannot be completely immune to the corruption of chaos. They have paid their own youth and looks as the price. Every wise woman only needs to set foot on this path, and it does not take a few days. Becoming an old, ugly and weak old woman, only then will Chaos not be interested in them.

For example, this wise woman who is giving medicine to a soldier, her wrinkled skin is set off with strands of rotting white hair, her mouth is full of black teeth, her limbs are withered and twisted like branches, and the corners of her eyes are densely wrinkled. The whites of the middle eyes occupy the majority, and the eyes are even scarlet, which scared the Bretonian soldier to tremble endlessly.

"Drink it, drink it, and drink this, you won't be uncomfortable." The wise girl withered like a branch in her hand is holding a bowl of bubbling medicine, which is stinking and weird purple. Bright light.

The sick master knight turned green. He took the bowl and watched for a long time, but he couldn't drink it anymore.

"Drink, this is your destiny." The wise girl laughed endlessly. She opened her mouth, and a strong bad breath emerged from her mouth full of black teeth: "In our land, you outsiders must know how to respect The earth, be in awe of it, can survive here, hehehehe~"

In the end, the knight master could only whisper the lady on, gritted his teeth, pinched his nose, picked up the bowl, and drank it all. To his surprise, the potion in his mouth was not only not bitter, but also There is also the scent of licorice.

After a bowl of medicine, the body can't help feeling much better, even the body temperature has dropped.

Similarly, on the other side, a group of Kislovksa fighters are gorging themselves together, eating plump chicken and delicious fluffy barley bread, and in front of them there is a large pot in which corn vegetable soup is boiled.

Now this group is starving, François managed to take some from the army rations and provide them to these Mrs. Keesler. In order to avoid the chaos army’s search and looting, these people have been hiding for two or three months. In the camps deep in the forest, they live by eating dry food and drinking ice and snow water. They rarely dare to make a fire, and occasionally they get a little game if they are lucky.

François asked Vladimir, "Oh my God, I can't imagine how you hide."

"The Chaos Army didn't search carefully. They just passed by most of the time." Vladimir rode on the giant bear. The Priest Erson was very strong. He calmly said with bitter hatred: "We know now. ."

François nodded slightly when he heard the words. The old man knew that Mottkin hated the Osters, but he had no feelings for Mrs. Keisler. The chaos army ran over the entire territory of Keslev, and After too much time to burn, kill and looting, Motkin continued to promote the army. In fact, many Kislov refugees took the opportunity to hide in the forest and the depths of the mountains and survived.

In the beginning, this group actually didn't plan to leave their hidden camp.

Especially this man named Vladimir, his attitude is very tough, he thinks that Mrs. Kiesler does not need anyone's help, he will lead Mrs. Kiesler back to his homeland.

François thought at first that the Priest Erson, who was only thirty years old, was joking at himself.

But after seeing the troops assembled by this man, Francois quickly realized that the opponent was not easy.

This priest named Vladimir Ersun has established a military organization in the forest. This military organization is composed of these people: veterans, Ugol tribesmen, Kislov southern mountain people and forest hunters organization, Brother Ursun, the bear god, a small number of Krim guards, and a small group of Kesa warriors.

Under the call of the Priest Erson, the leaders and tribal elders in several nearby camps gradually united to protect themselves, and gradually unified under the command of this guy. He already had several in his hands. A hundred soldiers.

To put it simply, the meaning of this priest of Erson is: We have appreciated your kindness, thank you, but we don't need it, we can restore our homeland by ourselves.

However, the old and cunning François asked two questions very simply.

Well said, how many years are you going to regain the whole territory of Kislov? Also, you are now letting the army disperse to solve the food problem individually, waiting for you to grow larger?

Then, François continued: “You don’t need to come out now, you can hide in your peaceful den and enjoy the rare peace and freedom, and we Bretonians will try to recover Kislov. And fight to drive chaos out of the old world."

"At that time, when someone asks about you, how do you answer it?"

"What were you doing when Mottkin's army swept through Kislov? You were hiding in the forest."

"When the empire and Breton armies defeated the Chaos Army in Wolfenburg and forced the Chaos Eternal God to commit suicide, what are you guys doing? You are hiding in the forest."

"When the Bretonian knights began the Northern Expedition, intending to help Mrs. Kiesler regain her homeland and drive away evil, what were you doing? You still hid in the forest."

"When our army enters Olengrad..." At this point, Vladimir was already pale: "Enough, you don't need to say any more, I just need to ask you, Breton Are you really planning to help us rebuild our country?"

"I swear in the name of a lady that we really planned this way. Although our strength is limited, at least we plan to regain Olengrad. As for the rest, I will talk about it later."

The Priest Erson immediately decided to send troops.

With the help of the local residents, François’s Second Army was finally relieved to a great extent. His army immediately found a better camping location under the guidance of the hunters, and at the same time, the path in the forest. Shortcuts and shortcuts were provided to the Bretonians, which made the troublesome logistics and transportation smoother, and the local medicines and local methods also helped the sick in the army.

Similarly, the logistics and equipment shipped by the Bretonian army were also provided to the group of Mrs. Kiesler in a small amount. Vladimir obtained a batch of weapons and equipment as he wished. The two sides quickly needed each other. Established a friendship.

And François just took a breath, and when he was about to move his camp, the Kislov hunter, who was familiar with the forest, brought the most precious news-an army of chaos is coming towards the inside of the forest. .

Something happened to the patrol! François immediately judged that the Duke immediately ordered the entire Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood to gather together to discuss how to deal with this chaotic army.

The Kislov natives were also crazy about Chaos. Vladimir thought twice and decided to join François' army.

At this time, the Vanguard of Chaos was only less than twenty kilometers away from François' camp.

A day later, the barbarian chief and champion warrior Winner from Norsca led a Norsca clan and approached the camp of Francois's department first, and other Chaos clan and clansmen had the closest distance here. A distance of five kilometers.

Now the treacherous god, Hal-Eye of Eternity, has overestimated his commanding ability and prestige. Without Motkin, he had to spend a lot of energy to gather an army of more than 13,000 people, and They just gathered together. When the chaos champion and barbarian chiefs learned where the François camp was, not many people were willing to listen to the command of Hal-Eternal Eye. They were chaotic and disorderly, competing against each other. Speed, scrambling to rush into the forest.

Chief Winnet and his battle group are tired, hungry and thirsty after the rapid march. Yes, Chaos Warriors and those Chaos Demons do not need logistics in theory, but some barbarians still desire and need delicious food and sweetness. Mellow wine, which will make the barbarians feel happy.

Before Chief Winney arrived at Francois's camp soon, a group of Norsca predators, led by a few chaos warriors, slammed into the camp gate excitedly.

It seems that the cowardly Southerners have all escaped! The camp is full of materials left over by them, and what makes everyone more excited is that they have found wine in many places!

liquor! Fine wine made by the cowardly Southerner! Wow~

It's right to rush over!

The barbarians immediately relaxed their vigilance. They began to **** all kinds of supplies. Every barbarian madly put things on his body, and the most elite barbarian champions and warriors began to guzzle the wine, Brittany. A lot of Niah's red wine was frozen under the ice and snow, and Chief Winner even personally smashed the glass bottle with his hands and licked the frozen wine frantically with his tongue.

Now, these barbarians are like beasts that have lost their minds.

The hunter has become a prey.

More crazier beasts followed, and in all directions in the forest, the Breton army and a small number of Mrs. Kiesler appeared with endless anger.

François rode his beloved Pegasus himself. The Duke descended from the sky and announced the trial of the fairy from the lake. Chief Norsca had no time to react and subconsciously picked up a spear from his hand and stabbed Pegasus into the abdomen. Francois just raised his unicorn sword.

An extremely dazzling bright light burst from the sword, burning Chief Winnei's eyes instantly paralyzed and blind. When the chief stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, his head and hands had been cut off by the old man of Ryan with a sword.

The Quinalis champion knights then entered the camp, chopped melons and vegetables,

Suffering from all sides and losing the chief instantly as soon as the battle started, coupled with the absolute disadvantage of numbers, this Norsca battle group immediately became a mob. They were trapped in the camp, and then slaughtered.

Vladimir is riding a giant bear. The half-moon-shaped battle axe in his hand slashes a chaos warrior and six barbarian warriors. Priest Erson looks at the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood relying on only a dozen foot knights. Massacred two hundred barbarians, with a complicated expression: "Today I really understand the strength of the Bretonians."

"There is no time to speak, we must clean up the battlefield immediately." Francois put away his sword: "This is the first Chaos Battle Group, and this is by no means the end."

An hour later, another chaos battle group was wiped out here, and the chaos champion Ego Voyager was split his head and chest by Gerald.

Two and a half hours later, the third wave of Chaos troops was wiped out here, and the two Nosca war gangs were blown up into the sky by the explosives that were previously buried. The Kurgan Chief Wajal was blown off his legs, and then he was killed. Ladimir used a large axe to cut it into pieces.

Five hours later, when the treacherous **** Haar-Eye of Eternity led the thousands of Chaos troops he could control approaching, what he saw was a terrifying and extremely disturbing scene, everywhere in Nanlo’s camp. They were all the corpses of barbarians. The crows and vultures greedily pecked at the corpses of the Chaos Vanguard army. Hal didn’t know how many Chaos army had been lost in this camp, but he knew the situation was not good, and Hal immediately ordered the rear team. Change the front team and retreat out of the forest.

Hal's reaction was quick, but the wise and foresighted François had already set up an ambush on Hal's retreat with the help of Mrs. Keisler, and stormed the guards of the Chaos Remnant Army.

A few hours later, the guards arranged by Hal were almost defeated, until several Chaos Warlocks gave their lives and summoned a Chaos Demon Legion before forcing Francois to retreat temporarily and rescued the guards.

Now the Chaos Remnant Army of more than 13,000 people left only more than 8,000 when they escaped from the forest.

The **** of choice ordered the army to retreat to the city of Zorn, located on the upper reaches of Olengrad, on the south bank of the Linsk River.

Howl’s prestige is a huge problem. The Chaos Army became chaotic as soon as it left the forest. Many small war gangs and skirmishers refused to follow Mottkin’s deputy. They scattered to find supplies or followed their ideas. .

The vast majority of the small groups of barbarians encountered the chasing knights and Vladimir’s army. The scattered barbarians were quickly overtaken by the chasers and slaughtered. Some of them were chopped down or stabbed. Bleeding and being abandoned in the ice and snow waiting to be frozen to death, some were simply captured and handed over to Mrs. Keisler. The angry Mrs. Keisler cut them alive into pieces to comfort the dead compatriots and the victims. Destroyed hometown.

Four days later, Hal-Eye of Eternity and his army finally arrived in the ruins of Zorn City. Although there were only more than 6,000 people left in the army, the Eye of Eternity still spent time for the army to assemble and preserve the establishment. With huge energy, he thought he could stay here for a while, but the bad information came one by one and the Eye of Eternity had to order to continue to retreat.

The Bretons attacked everywhere. In the east, the Bohemond Third Army had defeated the evil champion Stika Army in the upper reaches of Zorn, and in the west, Raun’s First Army had also recovered Schofield Castle. The horror **** Chosen Skar-Bloodfury was seriously injured again, and his army fled directly to Norsca, and the situation is getting worse and worse.

The encirclement is gradually tightening, and what's more terrible is that the guards of Knight King Ryan and Empire Lady Emilia are also coming quickly.

However, Tricky God's Choice had a thorough view of the situation but lacked decisiveness. He hesitated to stay in Zorn City for five days, until he confirmed that he could not get any reinforcements before he made up his mind to retreat.

How could Francois let go of this opportunity?

While the Chaos Army was still in a daze among the ruins of Zorn City, the old father-in-law’s army was already marching quickly along the path with the help of the locals of Kislov, and even at Kislov, who was familiar with the local geographical environment. With the help of the fishermen, they found a strong enough shoal that was frozen in ice and walked around in front of Hal.

When the Chaos Army set out to continue trying to retreat to the north bank of the Linsk River, François's 15,000 army was already on the opposite bank.

The battle of the Linsk River began.

The two sides fought for three days and three nights in knee-deep snow. In order to cover the retreat of the **** of treacherous selection, two teams of treacherous warriors who believe in the eagle god, three teams of barbarian predator champion warriors, a total of more than 400 riders of Chaos Knights and More than six hundred elite riders from the barbarian predators and three wolves, including the infamous "Maw of the Wild", launched a suicidal assault to force the Breton's solid front, and eventually almost all Extinct.

After three days and three nights, François's strong line was opened. The Chaos Remnant rushed through the blockade desperately and fled to the northwest. François gave up at the last moment and continued to chase after him. He and his army have been exhausted to the extreme in the heavy snow, low temperature, and continuous combat, and suffered.

Lao Zhangren is not willing to fight hard deep in his heart, he does not want the Bretonian army to suffer too much loss.

Both sides in the Battle of the Linsk River suffered a lot of casualties. The François Army lost more than two thousand men. Most of them were not killed in battle, but died of disease and severe cold.

The loss of the Chaos Army was even greater. When the Chosen God finally broke through the blockade and escaped into the Greenward Forest, the original team of more than 6,000 people was left with only more than 800 people, and all the cavalry was lost. And most monster troops.

François finally got his own glory as he wished.

In early April, François’ Second Army and Vladimir’s army arrived in Erlengrad, which was already empty, and officially announced that the city had been retaken from the hands of Chaos!

The heraldic flags of lions, unicorns and irises are flying above Olengrad!