Warhammer Throne

"This is?!" Feeling the power of this undead chaos champion, Mathieubad was finally moved.

"Dead necromancer, listen to my orders, on the day of death, at my time!" Kemmler did not answer Matthew Bard's words, on the contrary, he increased his mana output.

A team of about two hundred undead Chaos Chosen warriors appeared behind Gul under the call of Kemler. They were in solid chaos armor, armed with halberds or two-handed great axes, and marched under Gul's orders. battlefield.

The blood god’s cloak was hunting, and Gul strode to the battlefield under the order of Kemler. Those undead chaotic gods selected warriors also followed the chaotic four gods champions who had been dead for thousands of years. They had no self-consciousness. , The only instinct is to kill.

Mathieubad began to madly recall all the knowledge he had, and Duke Moussilon muttered to himself: "Could it be that..."

"Yes, Gul, champion of the four chaos gods, I found his tomb on the gray mountain, and now, he has been used by me." Kemmler's old and shriveled voice carried strong confidence: "His power Enough to help us turn the tide of war."

Matthew Bard nodded silently. For Kemler’s ability to drive Gul, Duke Moussilon really didn’t think much about it, because two thousand years ago, Nagash successfully drove Gul and made this powerful The champion of the four undead gods is used by him.

Kemler is a very powerful necromancer. Even if his magic power is different from that of the Lich King Arkhan, it will not be too far behind. Since he can make black holy grail knights, he can of course drive these undead chaos selections. warrior.

The appearance of Gul changed the situation of the battle.

The first moment the chaos champion joined the battlefield, he waved the black giant axe in his hand, and cut the three ranger knights who were charging at him directly into two pieces. His hollow eyes turned towards The embers of soul fire exudes outside.

On the left wing, the army of knights led by François swept the waves of undead like a violent storm. Those undead creatures were cleaned up under the charge of four thousand knights, whether it was the group of zombies, skeleton warriors or others. The crypt ghouls and the crypt evil spirits are behind, and then the black knights and the spirit-bound knights. The knights always follow Francois to charge forward, and the flags from various principalities are flying high, and their guns are broken. He drew out the blade, and the mane of the horse was sprinkled with the blood of undead creatures.

As they deepened into the battlefield, the knights gradually dispersed and formed small lance formations to charge around. The power of the Breton heavy armored knights' charge was second to none in the old world, and any powerful enemy that blocked them was crushed.

Some knights gradually approached the podium where Kemmler was.

The knight's vanguard first ran into this group of undead chaotic god-chosen warriors. The two kingdom knights saw Gul's figure. They shouted their names and prayed to the fairy in the lake that they would find a qualified opponent.

"For Madam! Accept the sanctions!" Above the chaotic field, the kingdom knight drove his horse and trampled on the muddy grass, dashing towards the chaos champion's place: "Go to hell!"

With a blue mist spitting out of his mouth, Gul, the Chosen Champion of the Four Chaos Gods, raised his battle axe. He swung his battle axe horizontally. The kingdom knight who rushed towards him also clenched the lance in his hand: "Accept trial! Madam will grant you destruction!"

Gul danced his battle axe horizontally, and the **** axe in his hand swept across the air.

The two kingdom knights rushing past him broke into two pieces with their horses and men. He even had time to say a last word in the future, and he and his horse were desperate on the spot.

Splashing blood, flowing blood, falling head, Gul’s mouth sprayed a long blue mist, his consciousness was blurred, it seemed that some instinct during his lifetime was making him excited, but he was a man after all. dead.

More than two hundred undead chaotic god-chosen warriors entered the battlefield under the leadership of Gul.

The knights finally encountered a strong obstacle.

These undead chaotic god-chosen warriors will not be hurt by mortal weapons at all.

The knights’ lances broke in front of them, and the knights’ swords could not cut off their armor. On the contrary, as long as there was a slight flaw, their sharp counterattack could immediately cost the knights their lives.

Even if a knight pierced their lance into their eye sockets, they still could not cause any harm to them. Only weapons blessed by the prophet of the lake **** or even the lake fairy can force these filthy things back.

As a result, the space became smaller and smaller. The space for the knights to charge was compressed by the chaotic god-chosen warriors. The force of the charge was like a wave hitting the rocks. No matter how perfect a textbook charge, the knights still couldn't shake it. These undead chaotic god-chosen warriors have a shred of them. They always stand on the spot, approaching step by step, squeezing the charge space of the knights. The horses fall in front of their halberds and heavy axes, and the knights are pulled down from the horses. Many knights were desperate on the spot and were resurrected as undead knights.

Only a few lances led by the Holy Grail knights can break through the blockade of the undead, but the number of the Holy Grail knights is still too small, one team after another, the knight squad fell down and was swallowed by the undead.

In this way, the Warriors of the Undead Chaos Chosen gradually reversed the battle. Gradually, the knights began to lose strength and began to suffer casualties, and the left-wing battle situation changed from superiority to disadvantage.

If this continues, failure is only a matter of time.

François, who was leading an army of knights to charge around, noticed this situation. He raised the sword of the unicorn and shouted: "Knights of Breton! My brothers and compatriots! "

The knights regrouped under Francois' orders.

"Fight for you! Fight for the ladies! Fight for the protection of the kingdom!!" The knights of the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood gathered together. They were led by Francois and formed an inverted triangle. Riding a lance.

"Go on! For the lady! For Britania!"

François kicked the Spurs forcefully into the abdomen of his beloved horse, and led the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood to charge towards Gul's place.

That is the center of the storm on the battlefield.

"François! It's finally here!" Kemler stood high on the podium. He looked at the figure of Duke Weinford with an extremely resentful expression: "Fix him! Gul! Kill him!"

The unicorn sword in François's hand and the black giant axe in Gul's hands sparked sparks in the first confrontation, and the great power from his arm almost made the Duke Weinford fall off his horse.

François' eyes widened, he didn't know why the champion of undead chaos in front of him appeared, but he was the enemy! This is enough. The equestrian master, the Duke who has reached the perfect state, adjusted his body easily and pushed his stirrup hard to restore his body balance. Then, the unicorn sword shined again: "Madam Ah, please give me the power of revenge!"

The dazzling glare from the Unicorn Sword engulfed Gul's figure, and the nearby undead were once again purified into a pile of residues. Even the undead chaotic god-chosen warriors were controlled by the glare and stopped temporarily. .

The champion of the Undead Chaos Four Gods was not affected by the strong light. Gul raised his axe. He stood on the pile of dozens of knights and giggled. The sharp serrations on the blade of the black giant axe were covered with knight’s. Blood, the unicorn sword and the black giant axe clash again.

Again, regardless of the outcome!

The battle on the battlefield continues. In this flesh-and-blood mill, the left-wing knights began to fall into a bitter battle. The Chinese infantry regiment lost the control of the knights. They were unable to fight against the more and more undead regiments. The right-wing and dwarves were still fighting hard. , Bellegar did not ask for reinforcements from humans out of pride, but he and his dwarven army were too few.

François tried his best to push Gul's great axe away. He turned his horse's head and rushed across the battle line formed by the champions of the Undead Chaos Chosen. The Unicorn Sword revolved repeatedly, pushing back several new weapons and With a halberd, he tried to pierce the blade blessed by the lake **** into the helmet of an undead chaotic god-chosen warrior.

Without the existence of invincibility, there must be a way to kill these powerful undead!

It's working! Under the powerful blessing from the fairy in the lake, black smoke emerged from the helmet of the chosen warrior in front of him. Under the power of sacred purification, the skull filled with the power of the undead and the power of chaos was evaporated, losing the support of the dead bones. The armor fell to the ground.

Successfully killed a god-chosen warrior, but François was not happy in his heart. He was already a high-ranking knight approaching the peak of the sanctuary! How many people have his strength on the battlefield?

"Duke, we can't go on like this! We will lose!" Comte-Renault smashed a **** way to François's side, his armor was stained with the flesh and blood of the undead: "You must think of a way! "

"No! We can't fail here!" François clenched the unicorn sword in his hand, and shook his head again and again: "I want to find a way to get close to Kemmler, I will fight him today!"

"I'll cover you! My Duke!" Sir Jeffrey of Angleton led his few knights and shouted at François: "I will buy you time!"

"Okay!" François knew that it was not the time to hesitate. The noon sun had risen high, and the Knights and the Undead Army fought from early morning to noon.

The human army is beginning to wear out.

The champion knights led by François once again rushed to the command post of the Tumulus Army where Kemmler was located. Gul followed Kemmler’s order to stop the knights, but a knight wearing silver plate armor used it. The sword in his hand blocked his great axe: "Geoffrey of Angleton is here! Who will take my head?!"

After that, Sir Jeffrey, the Bretonian hero who once slayed dragons, stopped Gul. François and other two or three knights really broke through the last line of defense and moved towards where Kemmler was. Rushed everywhere.

"Huh~" The soul fire in Gul's hollow eyes was raging, and he fought with Jeffrey.

After two rough fights, Sir Jeffrey immediately realized that he was not Gul's opponent. His arms were numb and he was unable to resist Gul's attack.

The black giant axe smashed his shield with one axe, and Geoffrey smiled bitterly. He clenched his burning sword with both hands and fought Gul head-on.

Madam, Jeffrey is here to serve you. When that moment comes, I hope I can continue to fight for you in your kingdom...

Your Excellency Francois, I wish you success...

"Hoo~" The sweeping axe knocked Jeffrey off the horse.

Rolling to the ground embarrassedly, Jeffrey wanted to stand up and fight Gul. When he wanted to get up, a black jagged axe blade penetrated his back from behind, and the plate armor was cut by the axe. Jeffrey's chest was cold, his mouth was sweet, and blood was vomiting out.

He knew that he was going to die.

Gul drew out his black giant axe, he walked up to Jeffrey and decapitated the champion knight with an axe. The **** head was pulled out of the knight’s neck. Gul screamed up to the sky and celebrated. With his own victory.

There was a burst of cheers, a burst of sorrow, and immediately several knights wanted to rush over to take Jeffrey’s first level. They all became the ghosts of Gul’s axe. The dead champion of the four chaos gods swept everything and prepared to go back to support Kemler-his master.

At this time, the Kofun Corps podium.

"Kemler!!" Loud anger sounded from a distance, Duke Francois and the two knights behind him broke through the last line of defense, rushing towards Matthew Bard and Kemler who were on the podium , François’ body flashed again and again from the lake god, and the faint aura surrounded Duke Winford. Any guard who tried to stop him was killed on the spot by him. François’s face was extremely cold. 'S anger: "Today is your death date!"

"François...François!" Kemler squeezed the noisy skull staff in his hand. The Necromancer knew that the outcome was in one fell swoop!

Mathieubad tried to stop François, but an expeditionary knight wearing a red and blue robe and a golden fire dragon cross helmet and the magic sword "Durandell" in his hand stopped him: " Your opponent is me! Traitor!"

"Kalad!" Mahhubard's eyes were red, he clenched his black blade, and fought Karad.

On the other side, Count Antelm of Kuilau blocked a few undead chaotic champions who came to support from the side: "Cousin! Please!"

Finally, Kemmler and François met, and the Duke of Winford raised his unicorn sword high up, just like the battle between the two sides at La-Messenel Abbey more than two decades ago. The same.

The first sword, the blade of the Unicorn Sword, traversed a silver trail and cut straight down. Kemler subconsciously raised the noisy skull staff in his hand to resist.

"Kacha~" The staff was chopped into two by François's sword. Relying on the sacrifice of his staff, Kemler barely escaped François's offensive.

François, with anger on his face, immediately slashed out the second sword.

"Chang~" The chaotic grave digging sword came out of its sheath, and the crisp sound of steel to steel and sparks told of the fierce confrontation. Relying on the gift of the evil god, Kemmler reluctantly blocked the blow again.

But François’s offensive has not yet ended. A dazzling light burst out from the Unicorn Sword. A light of purification that made Kemler extremely uncomfortable almost blinded the eyes of the undead wizard. He screamed. Back and forth again and again, covering his eyes with his hands, I can't see anything for the time being.

"Take it to death! Kemler, all the knights and citizens killed for you, for the father, for the lady!" François's war horse held his hoof high, preparing to volley down to give Kemler the final blow!

"Heh~ you are the one who is dying today, François!" Kemler's mouth suddenly showed a hideous smile, he stretched out one hand, and the wind of the undead surged.

Gul, who was still at least ten meters away, instantly appeared behind François, and the serrated blade of the black giant axe slashed towards Duke Winford like a whirlwind.

"what?!"

"It's over, François, our grievances for more than two decades will end today!"

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