Warhammer Throne

PS: I have something to do today, I updated it early.

Alfred did not leave Ryan’s Duke’s castle immediately. As Ryan’s de facto vassal, he had to visit Suria after visiting Ryan.

Of course, compared to the talkative Ryan, Queen Sulia is much more difficult to deal with, because the friendship between Sulia and Alfred is actually limited. Under official business, Alfred must report this time in detail. The strength of the expedition, the arrangement of the territory, and who should be called when there is a problem.

There was no way to fool around. Alfred took the pre-written report and went to find Suria in the office.

In the end, I don’t know if it was good luck or bad luck. When the patriarch arrived at the office, the fairy in the lake was also there. The goddess was holding hands with Sulia and laughing and saying something. She smiled when Alfred appeared. He said: "Afu is here, do you want to go on an expedition?"

"Uh, yes." Alfred was embarrassed, neither kneeling nor standing.

Fortunately, the fairy in the lake didn't embarrass him, just asked him to talk about the size of the army on this expedition.

The scale of Alfred's expedition was quite large. After all, it was the call of Archbishop Vekema. He took away all the elite and most of the vital forces in the collar.

Fifteen Templar knights and twelve Hospitaller knights including Alfred.

Six fighting priests.

Twenty-two great swordsmen.

A team of halberd soldiers, a team of sword and shield soldiers, and a team of crossbowmen in Freya's ancient church area.

Two teams of paladins and two teams of flogger ascetics.

And a small number of military personnel.

Counting with a company of 90-120 people, Alfred will dispatch more than 800 people this time.

After speaking, Alfred obviously felt that Queen Suria was a little unhappy. After all, Ah Fu’s army was the army of Breton to some extent, but the fairy in the lake didn’t care very much. The goddess was rectified. The corner of the skirt didn't care too much and nodded: "Then, have a good journey!"

"Yes!" Afu Rumeng was amnesty, nodded quickly, and then stepped out.

The patriarch did not delay any more. After the report was completed, he did his best to quickly summon the army and set off on the road to Brunswick.

The army departed from Moussilon, marched along the Grismori River, passed through the Duchy of Gisoleaux, and entered the Duchy of Montfort. Alfred was fortunate to meet the Duchy of Montfort at Montfort Castle. Due to the prosperity of the trade between the Empire and Brittania, the duty income of the duchy repeatedly broke new highs. The relationship between the duke’s family and the imperial Rickling was relatively good (of course not always friends), so he was generously exempted. The tariffs imposed by Alfred’s army.

After staying in Montferre for one night, the army passed through the border smoothly and passed through the axe-bite pass to reach the imperial border city of Hemgart at the end of February. The signing of the Lietania trade contract has become the most important trading city for both parties.

Here, Alfred unexpectedly met Alfred, the demon hunter who had met Ryan many times before. After hearing Alfred’s news, Alfred and his six demon hunters Decided to follow Alfred to Brunswick for an expedition.

In March, the imperial Rick led, in the Rickwald forest.

"I thought the demon hunter would wander forever." Alfred, riding a white horse, smiled at Eber: "But I didn't expect that you would live in Hemgar."

"I haven't settled in Hemgar." The witcher Eber is now a master witcher, but years of cleaning up the rat generation and evil career has made him look like a middle-aged man in his forties. Now, his hair has gone white a lot, and his original sharp temperament has gradually become gentle and restrained. He smiled bitterly: "I tried my best to make my school take root in Hemgart. Due to the previous plague and destruction, The residents and nobles of Hemgart need someone to help them deal with evil and clean up monsters."

"Isn't that great?" Alfred was dressed in silver armor and white robe, and the patriarch still maintained his sunny mentality and warm smile: "Everyone takes what he needs."

"For the time being." Eber carried two swords behind his back, with fire guns hanging from his waist. He looked a little tired: "It won't always be like this. Over time, if we completely eliminate the monsters, then here People will no longer welcome us. If the evil cannot be contained, the people here will feel that we are not capable of helping them, but if we maintain the balance for a long time, it will not take long for rumors to appear, saying that this is our blame Self-respect, will eventually be hated and hostile."

"But you are indispensable. If it weren't for the demon hunter to always clean up the corruption and eliminate the evil under the light of our lord, the old world would not know how much mutation would be produced." Alfred was helpless.

"A variant of the old world is like a disease. It is a contagious and extremely devastating terrorist threat." Eber nodded: "Every year there are new mutant babies born, and people will immediately take a variant they don’t recognize. Babies are thrown into the fire, but when the mutation falls on themselves or their loved ones, they will be greatly reduced in their sacred duties and make the most shameful choice: to hide."

"This is indeed a problem." Alfred said with a wry smile: "We all know that this is very cruel and ruthless, and the leaders will never welcome a group of people who break into their homes and take their children away."

"So it's only a matter of time before we leave Hemgart." Eber has become accustomed to all this: "I'm used to it."

"From the map, there is a village ahead, Lord Patriarch." The army continued to move forward. Alfred and Alber talked a lot. Time came to three or four in the afternoon without knowing it, a Templar said. : "Maybe we can spend the night in the village at night."

"There is no village that can accommodate our army of more than 800 people overnight." Alfred directly retorted, and the patriarch said displeasedly: "Also, few villages can provide food for our more than 800 people! Don't do it. Disturbance! This is not Bretania! It is not our territory. Put away your thoughts about getting food from the villagers, water, bread, and bacon! It’s enough for us to hold on to the next town."

"Yes!" The Templars were a little embarrassed by Alfred, but they were also a bit wronged. The atmosphere of the march was a bit stiff, and the words between each other became much less.

When Alfred saw this, he sighed. He was very tight on military discipline, but after all, very few people can achieve the level of Ryan. Moreover, Ryan has always done a good job with logistics, the old guards. The food is famous all over the world, but Ah Fu himself does not have the financial resources of Ryan. Along the way, the supply of beer, barley bread, and bacon for more than 800 people is a considerable expense.

In the Church of Justice, clergy or religious knights blackmailed and extorted civilians.

I still haven't changed a bit from the boy before... So the patriarch thought.

As dusk descended gradually within the gloomy Rickwald Forest Avenue, a strange movement enveloped the terrible forest, and the demon hunter Eber's face changed slightly: "The forest wind is fishy! Your patriarch! Nearby! There are wild orcs!"

"It's not (only) Beastmen! But there are a large group of Beastmen!" Alfred's face changed drastically. The Patriarch immediately signaled to take out the compass, and then stretched out his hand to signal that the soldiers are ready to fight: "Soldiers! Get up! Come! It's a Beastman!"

The army immediately began to enter the combat mode. Although a little flustered and lack of preparation, Alfred's army has often fought against Beasts and undead remnants in Musilon.

The halberd soldiers formed a formation, the sword and shield soldiers lined up, the knights unsheathed their swords, and the demon hunters loaded their guns.

Alfred clenched his two-tailed comet-marked warhammer in flames with both hands, and the patriarch silently recited the names of Charlemagne, the **** of justice and the **** of humans.

Before the battle, it was so calm.

"Roar!" "Roar!"

The roar cut through the dim sky of Rickwald Forest.

A large army of wild orcs appeared in the forest, and they rushed towards Alfred from all directions under the leadership of a big horned goat!

Ah Fu clenched the warhammer in his hand. There were a lot of enemies. Normally, there should not be so many orcs in tribal operations. One or two hundred people is the limit, but now it seems that there are three to five hundred enemies.

This is not normal!

However, Alfred did not have so much time to think. Large groups of horned beasts have followed the big horned goat. They are dressed in tattered clothes, their weapons are rusty, and the formation is chaotic, but they follow the big horned goat headlessly. Following the Beastman battle flag made of human skin: "Eat...meat...fresh...meat!"

"Let!" The crossbowmen began to fire, harvesting the reckless beasts. The inferior horns battle group also appeared from the forest. They used bone and wooden arrows to counterattack. The chaotic beasts were scattered, and they just rushed straight towards. The shield wall of the Alfred Army.

The battle begins.

In the woodland, weapons of various colors were waving, blood was sprinkled on the very frozen ground, the sound of shields echoed back and forth, and there were constant roars of various colors. Some belonged to the human army, some belonged to the orcs, but Alf Reid always commanded calmly. He asked the standard bearers and drummers to move forward and encourage the soldiers to move forward. He shouted slogans in the army to inspire morale. Use the shield to block the orc’s weapon, and then split the blade of the orc through the flesh and blood of the orc’s sturdy leather armor.

The Beastmen encountered a hard stubble this time. Alfred’s 800 people obviously cannot be defeated casually. Their strongest big horned beasts began to join the battlefield. These are elite Beastmen wearing heavy armor and using giant axes or machetes. Finally, the human line of defense was torn apart, the halberd was blocked by them, the axe shattered the shield, and the entire human front began to twist.

"Soul Flames!" Just when Alber and several witch hunters skillfully slashed the Beastmen with a rapier or axe, Alfred had already raised his sacred warhammer, and the crimson flames turned into The platinum light ignited the audience, and the beasts burned their fur under the golden light, covering their eyes with their hands. The cold patriarch immediately ordered the swordsmen and knights to join the battlefield, and the paladins and the lashers followed.

The changes that knights and swordsmen bring to the battlefield are devastating. Without monsters or even giant beasts, the Beastmen cannot fight against these human elites.

The goat-headed big horn beast realized that the situation was not good, but at this moment, a bottle of cocktail had been smashed on his body, and the witcher Eber yelled at everyone: "The enemy has been marked by me. NS!"

"Kill!" Alfred personally charged, the patriarch lowered his body on the horse, and escaped the beastman's machete, then turned the warhammer, and the flame and steel hit the goat's big horn beast's head, the big horn beast's head. It exploded, and black blood sprinkled in patches from the two horns. The big horned beast sobbed and moved a few steps horizontally, stumbled and tried to escape into the forest. Alfred immediately made up for a hammer. Kill it completely.

These three to five hundred orcs quickly collapsed, leaving more than two hundred corpses to flee in a hurry.

"This is not normal." Alfred yelled to Eber: "Why are there such a scale of beasts here?"

"Obviously we interrupted them to eat!" Eber put away his weapon, and the demon hunter looked anxious: "There must be a village nearby under siege, hurry, otherwise we can only see bones and charred ruins on the floor!"

"Yes! Hurry up!" Alfred immediately realized the problem, and the patriarch grabbed the map: "The nearby village is-Grim Village!"

"Everyone, throw away all the salutes, leave fifty people to look after, and all the rest will come with me, and immediately rush to the wicked smile village!"

"Yes!"

Alfred and Eber led their troops on a rush for nearly an hour, and finally arrived at the nearest village. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the forest was burning and the village was billowing with black smoke. This scene almost made Alfred feel Anger attacked the heart.

Are you late?

The voice of human beings and the sound of weapons clashing came from the village. The patriarch and the demon hunter couldn't help but glance at each other with joy. Fortunately, the villagers were still resisting before they arrived!

However, the next scene stunned Alfred and Eber.

The golden flames of light in the sky lit up in the village, and several horned beasts were blasted into the sky on the spot. They fell to the ground and smashed into a mass of mud. The roar of a young villager overwhelmed the cry of the beastman.

"For Charlemagne, for the Empire!"

Amidst the collapsed house and thick black smoke, the young man emerged from the golden flames. He looked less than a teenager, with long golden hair, wearing a blacksmith's clothes, and holding a pair of hammers in his hands. He is very tall and strong, and his handsome face is full of hatred and anger towards the Beastman. The young man chose the most reckless way to play. He rushed to the Beastman’s place alone. Place.

This person must be crazy! Alfred hurriedly ordered the army to rescue the village and the villagers. The patriarch thought to himself that it was a pity. This is a good boy, but today he is about to die in the first battle.

As a result, a few seconds later, Alfred and Eber refreshed their perceptions again.

I saw this young boy's body resembling a dazzling meteor, and the two hammers in his hands were like flying butterflies wherever he passed, instantly tearing apart all the orcs who tried to stop him, shining brightly. The light shines in all directions, shining like gold.

The horned beast spear group was blasted into the sky or smashed into a cloud of blood. The staff that screamed the shaman was shattered into pieces and burned to ashes in the golden flames. Within two minutes, the young guy was killed directly. In front of the Beastmaster.

Alfred was so startled that he couldn't speak.

A sanctuary powerhouse who looks seventeen or eighteen years old?

This is not over yet, the bull-headed Beastman Beastmaster accepted the challenge of this young guy, and it slashed at the young guy's chest with a machete, preparing to dedicate this guy's head to the **** of darkness.

The young guy snorted and forced a twist, and directly blocked the machete in his chest under the surprised eyes of the Beastman and Beast King.

With the other hand, he raised the remaining blacksmith's sledgehammer.

There was a terrible flame burning on the hammer body, and two long trails were formed that tossed up and down in the air, falling like a comet under the will of the young guy, and smashing on the forehead of the Beastmaster.

The beastman’s bull head shattered in an instant, and the golden red discs spiraled and scattered outwards, illuminating the entire evening sky as bright as it was plated with gold. The body of the beast king exploded closely with the head, and it was strong. His body shattered like glass and disintegrated completely.

The Beastmen's band collapsed and was quickly slaughtered by Alfred's army.

But everyone's eyes were on this young guy.

"Two-tailed comet?!" Alfred murmured incredulously: "The legend says that Charlemagne will return with the two-tailed comet when the empire he founded is in danger..., Ludwig the savior Xi said something similar when he took off the crown and left. Could it be..."

The patriarch hurriedly beat his horse towards the place where the young boy was. At this time, the battle was over. Around the young boy, the corpses of the Beastmen piled up into a hill, and there was no filth that was his one-one enemy.

"Thank you for your support, righteous priest." The young guy also noticed the reinforcements, and he bared his white teeth toward Ah Fu: "Your people helped us, and Grim Village thanks you for your support."

"Are you?" Alfred quickly turned over and dismounted, he even lowered his head slightly to show respect for the sanctuary powerhouse.

"Me? I'm a villager in Grim Village!" The young guy didn't seem to realize what terrible thing he had done. He put down a pair of big hammers, took out the water bag from his waist, and took a big sip. Grateful in his eyes.

"Oh, by the way, my name...I'm Watten."

"Watten?"

The clothes on the young man's chest were unraveled, and on his chest, there was a birthmark that was exactly the same shape as the two-tailed comet pattern, under the sky at dusk, slightly reflecting light.