Warhammer Throne

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In the next few days, the offensive of Kemler and his Kofun Legion became so violent that Kemler’s black magic passed through the city wall one by one, and many defenders were swallowed by the beam of undead magic in the blink of an eye. As a group of melting blood and corroded bones, the zombie army and the skeleton warrior army continuously test the defense of the castle. The black and gray waves attack the castle every day like a tide. Falling, never stopping, the undead creatures tirelessly, regardless of casualties, their offensive brought huge damage to the defending army.

But Montferre Castle persisted stubbornly under the attack of the undead. The castle stood on the axe bite before it was established in Brittany. The entire castle was rebuilt by Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort. After strengthening it to the degree of soaring into the clouds, Montferre Castle has quietly stood here for thousands of years.

Whenever an enemy breaks through the gate, the contemporary Duke of Montfort will organize craftsmen to reinforce the castle again afterwards. For thousands of years, the defense of this castle has reached a certain extreme. The walls are full of turrets, square towers and towers. Large-scale defense machines, dozens of giant catapults throwing stones at the undead army, dozens of cannons pouring shells at the undead, Monteverde Castle is world-renowned for its robustness, and the Duke of Vulcade personally led it several times. The knight charged, driving and annihilating the enemy from the front of the city.

The moat was piled with dead bodies, and the original moat was completely invisible. Heinrich Kemmler, the undead wizard standing far away from the castle, looked at Montfern Castle with no expression on his face.

The offensive was fierce and fierce. Most of the undead regiments suffered heavy casualties on their way to attack and ascend the city. The sound of arrows and artillery was like a **** symphony, which was played as a war movement under Montferre Castle.

Mathieubad stared at Kemmler with a cold face. The necromancer led his tumulus army to besiege Montfort Castle for two weeks, and there was no more progress.

Mathieubad was not optimistic about Kemmler’s plan to attack Montferre Castle, but he never said a word. He and his two undead knight regiments, a team of blood knights, and several black holy knights always Stand still.

Kemler's siege did not make every effort. At the very least, the spirit-bound knights and the stone graves were not dispatched. On the contrary, this army was lying in ambush outside.

Mathieubad understood Kemler's plan, and the Necromancer didn't care if he could capture Montferre.

He is waiting for the arrival of his mortal enemy, Francois!

The Duke of Mousillon was always silent. He thought that Kemmler had always had his heart for the battle of La Messenere Abbey more than twenty years ago. He had been blinded by hatred, perhaps from the attack on Montferre Castle. For a while, Kemler’s plan was not to conquer the castle.

Instead, it attracted François and let the Duke of Winford fight him to the death.

Matthew Bard despised Kemmler's IQ at first, thinking that the necromancer really didn't pursue it.

However, Duke Moussilon immediately laughed at himself. What qualifications does he have to criticize and look down upon Kemmler? Isn't he a man who is crazy because of hatred?

When he was a teenager, he was one of the most skilled, glorious, and pious ranger knights!

But everything is a lie. After the Lich King who brought him up told himself the truth about the fairy in the lake, he was so sad and angry that the lies of the fairy in the lake deceived the country for thousands of years, Matthew Ba After learning the truth, De made up his mind to become the king of Bretania! Save this land from the fairy in the lake and his lies!

The siege was protracted, and immediately, a message reached the Chinese army.

"A huge army of knights is supporting here, and it is expected to arrive in three days." A corpse came to Kemler's side and whispered in an ear.

Reinforcements are coming sooner than expected! Matthew Bard frowned when he heard the news.

Kemmler was silent for a long time, he raised his head and looked at Montferre Castle in the distance.

"Tomorrow, launch a general attack!"

"Yes!"

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The next day, in the tide of undead siege, the silhouettes of the deserted grave guards and the stone mound bound spirits appeared for the first time. The groups of deserted grave guards were almost invulnerable, and the ladders reinforced by the undead magic were hung. With these deserted grave guards, the tomb evil spirits hung the ladder on the high city wall under the command of the necromancer, and the powerful deserted grave guards strode up to the tower through the ladder.

The serf infantry of the Principality of Montfort watched with horror at these abandoned grave guards with rusty armor. They formed a tight gun formation to meet the powerful enemy, but these abandoned grave guards were too powerful.

The first strong barren grave guard climbed the city wall. The giant sword in his hand chopped down two serf pikemen with a single sword. The remaining serfs screamed loudly and swarmed up. The wall turned into a purgatory of flesh and blood. Four serf infantry could fight against a grave guard, but even so, the serf soldiers of the Principality of Montfort still suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of serfs died here.

"Hold it up! Hold it up for me!" Standing on the watchtower, Duke Vulcade of Montfort, he shouted: "Deploy more soldiers to the breach!"

"Kill!" More serf soldiers rushed to the head of the city under the command of the master knight to fight the undead army to the death.

But soon, black bats and bloodthirsty ghosts joined the battlefield. These noisy monsters swooped down from the sky. Their sharp claws tore through the fragile leather and cloth armor of the serf infantry. With the flesh and blood of the serf soldiers, the remaining serf soldiers could not escape the terrible bad luck. The hordes of archers fell down the city wall in screams and fell into countless bones and tides of undead. Their fate can be imagined. .

The remaining serf archers put arrows at these undead air forces in vain. Only a few arrows shot the sky ghosts and bats, and they immediately scattered and avoided.

The Undead Air Force flew directly above the high wall. The giant trebuchets were smashed or broken off key parts by the sky ghosts using impact and claws. The artillery men responsible for loading the artillery also lay down and avoided.

The artillery and trebuchets on the tower were forced to stop their attacks, and the overwhelming undead air force pointed directly at the Duke himself and his guard knights on the watchtower!

"Flashing scorching stare!" The court wizard of Montfort took action, and the light wizard chanted a magic loudly. The bright white light made the group of sky ghosts and bats stabbed to open their eyes, and the power of Hexi's magic was dispelled. These mobs, they temporarily retreated.

Withstanding the threat of the Undead Air Force, Vulcade rushed to the edge of the stack wall anxiously.

In Vulcade’s sight, the wall was almost cleared. Afterwards, five or six sturdy ladders were erected on the crevices of the wall. Under the leadership of the guards of the deserted graves, more undead troops boarded. Chengtou.

A team of knights wanted to go to support, the necromancer's undead magic followed, the wind of death whizzed through the wall, more than 30 knights were hit by the wind of death on the spot, the flesh and blood were separated, the armor decayed and turned into one. A wisp of dust.

The serf soldiers screamed and began to be defeated. Under the power of the undead, the struggle of mortals was so ridiculous. The weak spear array and the sword in their hands of the serfs could not stop the attack of the grave guards. The knights were forced to join the battlefield. , And the expatriates from the empire. Even if they knew that they had no chance of victory, the free militiamen were still willing to fight for the castle to the last minute. A miscellaneous army of three imperial expatriates rushed into the gap in the city wall. They used flesh and blood. The body blocked the attack of the undead, they shouted the name of Charlemagne, swearing that they would never give in to the undead.

The undead will not shrink back because of the bravery of mortals. The indefatigable, emotionally desolate guards of the graves use their swords and halberds to harvest the lives of the imperial citizens. Whenever a mortal dies, he will immediately be in Kemler’s Under the magic power, they were resurrected as zombie or skeleton warriors, and the dead knights became grave guards and undead knights.

Overlooking the gray mountains, the entire western wall of Montferre Castle was billowing with thick smoke, and there were shadows of human defenders fighting against the undead army on the top of the city.

Carad led a team of elite knights to rush around, relying on the wide and strong walls of Montferre Castle, and relying on the charge of the group of knights, the crumbling front was maintained at a fragile balance point. An offset may occur.

The battle line is temporarily controlled, but this is only temporary. The number of undead is like a snowball, only killing more and more.

"They withstood it!" The Duke's butler shouted at the Duke: "We will win!"

"Yes, we will win!" The Duke of Vulcade took his cross helmet with a golden castle sculpture on top from his guard knight. He tightly tightened the mithril plate armor on his body, the black background of the white city. The family crest shines: "In the name of a lady, we will win!"

"The Duke? No, you can't go to the front in person!" The butler soon discovered the Duke's plan.

"My people need me, and I will respond to their voices!" Duke Vulcade drew out his own sword. The Montfort sword inherited from the first Duke of Montfort Mark Luther burned with platinum Flame: "Knights! Listen to me!"

Hundreds of knights drew out their swords together: "I'll do it for you! My Duke!"

"In the face of evil, we will never succumb! In the face of threats, we will never slacken! My knights, defend the territory, defend our country, like Arthur a thousand years ago, and we will be like this after a thousand years, although we will never be able to be with our ancestors We are on the same level, but my knights! We must muster the courage to fight the enemy!" The Duke of Vulcade shouted loudly, "Fight, the knights of Montfort, ladies will always be with us." exist!"

"For Madam! For Montfort!"

"For Madam! For Montfort!"

There was a roar full of hope from the city wall. The Duke of Vulcade personally led his guard knights to join the battlefield. The chant of the fairy in the lake resounded on the city wall, and the knights of the Duchy of Montfort were on the way to charge. Sing together ancient ballads, which are ancient songs sung in ancient Breton. In this low Gothic language today, few people can understand what the songs are singing.

But it’s okay. On the smoky tower, under the gray sky, the chants of the knights expelled the power of the undead. They rushed into the enemy's line and launched a bloodthirsty fight with the undead, pierced by the bright sunlight. Beyond the sky concealed by Kemler’s spellcasting, the magical power of the fairies in the lake was flowing in the hearts of the knights, who were the last line of defense standing upright among the commoners and evil.

"Kill! Kill! Go ahead!" The undead wizard Kemler raised his noisy skull staff, the terrifying wind of death whirled back and forth on the wall, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers and knights turned into it. Withered bones.

Under the city wall, the giant siege hammer was hitting the gate of Montfort. The huge gate made a frightening noise. At this time, the defenders could only believe that the gate of this strong city was strong enough.

Vulcade and his knights gained an advantage in the war at the beginning. Large groups of undead were rushed down the city wall on the spot under the charge of the knights' group, but the number of undead is endless, and the knights and their horses are repeating Gradually tired under the charge, and worse, every time a respectable mortal soldier falls, it means that Kemler’s Kofun Legion has got a recruit.

The charge of the knights was gradually blocked by the crowd formed by the undead. The knights who lost their impact were immediately slaughtered after being forced to stop. Within a few seconds, an undead knight would recover from their bodies. Gradually, the number of undead surpassed the number of mortals. When the Duke of Vulcade recovered under the stimulation of flesh and blood, he found that at the beginning, there were only more than 20 of the more than 50 knights who followed him. .

"Duke! We can't stand it anymore! If this goes on, the castle will be lost!" The expedition knight Calad cut the head of a grave guard from his neck while holding Durandale's sword. He cut from a group of skeletons. A road of bones was smashed in the siege of warriors and grave guards.

"Duke of Montfort, Lord Vulcade, surrender immediately to me, Heinrich Kemmler! Otherwise, my legion and I will completely slaughter your castle and your people!" As if responding Karad's words, the necromancer Heinrich Kemler shouted with magic under the city.

The atmosphere on the castle suddenly stagnated, and the undead army stopped the attack as if it had been ordered, and let out the area between the Duke of Vulcade and Kemler. The Duke of Vulcade gritted his teeth, and he clenched tightly. He took the sharp sword in his hand and took a step forward, trying to tell the necromancer that this was wishful thinking.

"Nagash's gaze!" The undead wizard Kemmler did not give the duke time to answer at all. On the contrary, when the duke showed his figure, Kemmler couldn't wait to chant a powerful spell, two purple-red beams. Condensed in the eyes of the undead wizard, pointing directly at the Duke himself, and the knights have not even reacted.

Noble is the epitaph of the noble, and despicable is the pass of the despicable. Kemler showed a grinning smile.

However, there was a fatal miscalculation in the plan of the Necromancer. He too wanted to attack the Duke of Vulkad himself through despicable means. That special call not only made the Duke of Vulkad appear, but also exposed himself. s position.

A walking lightning rolled over the sky.

The golden griffin spread its wings and skimmed high in the sky. The knight riding on the griffin held up a huge two-handed warhammer with one hand. The warhammer was beaming with lightning, and his palm was burning with silver flames. The griffin was under his crotch. The screaming sound reverberated on the battlefield, and the Griffin suddenly grew its mouth toward the place where Kemmler was, and the blue thunder light gradually converged into a crackling electric ball.

When the necromancer saw the lightning ball condensed in the mouth of the griffon, he was very unhappy, and Kemler almost crawled out of the ground immediately.

A bolt of lightning spewed from the gryphon's mouth and directly attacked Kemler himself, and the guard of the undead wizard spirit-bound knight was split in half by the lightning on the spot.

he came!