Warhammer Throne

Wyvern is generally considered to be one of the evils of the old world. This creature is several meters long. It lives in dark caves and builds nests on high mountains. This creature is crazy and irrational. They will attack and enter. Any enemy in their own territory, and they often include powerful opponents such as Griffins and Hippogryphs in their attack range. This makes the two-legged dragons often die by the hands of those noble animals, but they also have many feet. Flying dragons can win those incredible wars. This character and hobby of being immersed in the battle itself is quite imagined with Greenskins. Therefore, many two-footed flying dragons choose to be the mounts of Greenskin warlords, and this kind of cooperation does not require a reason.

The expedition knight Kalad frowned, the gray-green figure, the sharp horns on the head, the barbed tail, and the awkward flapping of its wings in the air. There is no doubt that it must be a two-footed wyvern.

And it is the two-legged wyvern that came out for food in winter due to hunger.

"Hidden! Ready to shoot!" Bellegar's shout made people react. Under Bellegar's command, people searched for shelter in the wilderness. The dwarves squatted down and Bertrand howled loudly: " Get down! Be hidden!"

The roar of the beast resounded throughout the wilderness. In this hungry winter, it was forced to come out of the mountain cave for food. At this time, the two-legged flying dragon knew that its actions were very dangerous, but it had to eat its stomach!

This makes it even more violent. It uses its wings to glide through the sky unskillfully, and spit crimson flames from its mouth, and the stench of beasts is disgusting in the air.

Almost all the serfs felt terrified. They screamed and avoided, and the dwarves scattered and avoided. At this time, the low IQ of the two-footed dragon was also vividly revealed.

It erupted too early, which caused the serfs to find that the flames of the two-footed dragon was at least thirty or forty meters away from them after evading them. After escaping in a panic, the serfs gave Bertrand a loud order. Gathering together, he raised his longbow and hand crossbow towards the flying dragon with two feet.

"Fire!" A thin, dense rain of arrows crossed the sky and flew towards the two-footed dragon. Seeing this scene, Calade just shook his head flatly. If the two-footed dragon was so easy to deal with, it wouldn't be like this. One of the famous evil beasts.

Sure enough, the dense rain of arrows only touched the body of the bipedal flying dragon. The beast's hard scales, ordinary arrows could not hurt it at all. On the contrary, it issued a mocking howl, and its wings were afraid of hitting. Arrow rain was continuously knocked down by it, and the two-footed dragon howled triumphantly, preparing to glide and dive down from the air.

Similarly, the dwarves also sneered, and the chief engineer of the Angland clan, Halhav-Goldman, raised the dwarf hand cannon in his hand.

"Boom!" The dull hand cannon roared over the sound of the battlefield. A sharp bursting projectile tore the flesh and blood of the flying dragon from the side, spraying a string of dark red blood in the air, and then, deeply The projectile embedded in the flesh and blood of the flying dragon exploded.

Flesh and blood splattered, and a scorched blood hole exploded on the beast's back. With a scream, it fell from the air and landed on the wilderness in the distance.

"The burst projectile is really a good thing. It's a pity that the production is very small. We must hope that the bright fire witch and her apprentice can make it. It is said that only 50 pieces can be produced a month." Bellegar said to his chief engineer. : "If possible, I really hope that all the Thunder Gunners of our clan are equipped with this thing."

"Good things are always scarce." Halhav Goldsmith whispered: "There are also flowering bullets. This time we can also try the power of this thing."

"Um."

Seeing the flying dragon with two feet not far away, Kalad frowned.

The use of long-range weapons by the dwarves seemed to Kalad to be an act without a sense of honor. On the contrary, they destroyed Kalad’s expectations. He had hoped to use this prey as a sacrifice for the Winter Veil to the fairies in the lake. Taste.

But Kalad knew that he couldn't demand the dwarf by the standards of knighthood, so the knight got off his horse and walked toward the place where the two-footed dragon was.

Even if the two-footed Wyvern is injured, this beast still maintains a strong ferocity. In other words, due to the injury, it is even crazier than before.

"Madam, please continue to bless me to win the victory, my heart, my soul, all belong to you." Karad said silently, he raised his sword "Durandell", ready to fight.

Whenever he squeezed the sword in his hand, Kalad always felt that Jules did not seem to leave. The amiable holy grail knight commander was fighting with him. The bond of inheritance was established between the spirit of chivalry. A powerful enemy fell in front of him, and he always felt that he was one step closer to the Holy Grail.

The injured Wyvern roared angrily. It slammed into a dragon cart, opened its mouth wide, and pounced on its face.

Calad slid sideways quickly. The expeditionary knight's body was full of infinite power. In the long fighting career, Calad had mastered all the martial arts of his whole body. He had never felt that his body was so powerful. Before I felt his strength was so strong, the wyvern’s big mouth and bifurcated tongue only bit into the air. Calad’s arm muscles were tense. Durandale made a circle in the air, and then pierced both. Zu Feilong's neck stretched out.

Taste this, beast, Calade read it silently in his heart, the recoil from the blade almost made him fly out, but he still stabilized his body, and the blade pierced deeply into the dragon's feet. The neck, but the tight muscles, the explained scales, and the strong bones prevented the flying dragon from being beheaded by this sword. On the contrary, Calad did not try to continue the attack. He immediately drew out the sword in his hand and raised it into the air.

"Dang~" The stinger on the tail of the two-footed dragon was blocked by this sword. Kalad cautiously released his fury. He swung a sword and smashed the stinger to the root. The two-footed dragon The painful expression made Kalad feel deeply happy. He suddenly regretted why he could not behead the two-footed flying dragon just now. After missing such a good opportunity, his battle was forced to be prolonged.

Fighting with beasts is not training, and the two-footed dragon is not a wooden stake. The beast endures the pain, using its sharp horns to push against Calad’s chest, and the well-made plate armor makes a distorted sound. Calad felt a faint pain in his chest. He swung his sword to counterattack. The sharp blade brushed the sharp corners of the Wyvern with sparks. When the Wyvern hit again, Calad had to withdraw his sword to resist. The body flew upside down and landed on the ground four or five meters away.

The internal organs were in pain. Kalad felt that he should be able to get up. He did it too. Fortunately, the two-footed dragon was attacked from the side after repelling him. Sir Bertrand had the power of sparks. His bow and arrows sneaked at the monster despicably: "Your Excellency Kalad, do you need help?"

"..." Calad squeezed the hilt in his hand, he was thinking about what made him fall from the advantage to the disadvantage? arrogant? underestimate the enemy? Or arrogant?

This is really another test that the lady gave me. I died, or this monster died, as Calade thought, he refused Bertrand's support, and he had to face this two-footed wyvern alone.

Kalad raised his sword again and dashed forward. Now, the Wyvern with two feet is now seriously injured, and the blood-loss monster is forced to realize that it must use all its strength to escape, but Kalad will not give it this opportunity: "For Miss!"

Durandale pierced the wyvern’s neck again. The blood sprayed from it soaked the blade of the sword, dyed Calad’s robe and the nearby snow. In severe pain, his feet The flying dragon twisted his body frantically, which made Kalad almost flung out. The expedition knight stubbornly controlled his body. He drew out his sword and pierced it into the blood basin of the two-footed flying dragon. Got it down: "I'm in the name of a lady! You will be sentenced to death! Monster!"

The sound of the blade tearing flesh and blood came after another. The wyvern tried to flap his wings while screaming, but Kalad didn’t intend to give his enemy any more chance. He held the sharp horns of the wyvern with one hand. , The other hand sent the blade forcefully into the monster's head.

"Woo~oooo~" As the blade deepened, the monster gradually stopped moving. Its body stiffened for a while and finally stopped moving completely.

"Ah~~" Kalad was already damaged in many places at this time. He let out a sigh of relief and cut off the head of the Wyvern with a sword. Then the expedition knight knelt down religiously, praying to the head. , Thank his lady for bestowing him victory.

The prayer of the expedition knight was not nothing. In the fog and the light belonging to the lake god, a beautiful figure was looming in the thick fog. She smiled at Kalad, and then disappeared and turned into invisible.

Seeing the sight of the fairy in the lake flashing away, the serfs all knelt down.

Karad only felt that an indescribable sense of relief came to his heart, and the fairy in the lake blessed him in the battle, which made him stronger.

"Are the holy grail knights in this country trained like this?" In the distance, Bellegar muttered to herself: "Oh my God, it's not easy, how many people will die like this?"

"But I am very envious...I don't even have the qualifications to go on an expedition." Sir Bertrand touched his beard, and he then shouted, "Your Excellency Kalad, do you need a rest?"

"No, this is just an episode in the journey. Go clean the battlefield." Karad shook his head indifferently. This was just a tithe for the fairies in the lake during his journey.

The soldiers immediately surrounded the flying dragon with two feet, especially Bertrand. He drew out his sharp knife and cut out the heart of the flying dragon with two feet. The Jazz wanted to use the heart of the flying dragon to make a new black arrow.

After cleaning the battlefield, the army moved on.

One day later, this army joined a team of ranger knights sent by Hagen, Duke of Gisoleaux. The leader of this team of ranger knights was a kingdom knight whose name was Sir Coulson: "It's an honor to be with you. Converge here, King Bellegar, Lord Calad, and Sir Bertrand."

"His tribute to you, Sir Coulson, where is the stronghold of the rebellion?" Bellegar said loudly, "I want to solve the problem quickly and start building a trading post."

"As you wish, I will take you there."

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On the mountain road, the serf army huddled together and marched slowly. Captain Raymond held his halberd in his hands. He exhaled a cold breath: "Damn, I miss my mother's stew. Winter Veil Festival It’s not a good idea to come out to fight."

"But you are a soldier of the earl. Since the earl has the order, we must go out." Bertrand walked not far away from him, and the newly promoted jazz looked a little proud: "At least, the earl has distributed it to us. All rations, and full military pay, right?"

"Well, I really didn't expect that I... can actually get to this point. I thought the earl just needed a Raymond to help him farm and work, but I... became Raymond the halberd. To the current captain Raymond, I will always be grateful for the Earl’s promotion to me, forever." Raymond was wearing a beautiful breastplate, then tights and a round hat with three feathers. The captain was low. The voice said: "You said, Sir Bertrand, I want to send my brother Thomas to apprentice to the dwarves, they will either?"

"Your brother?" There were five new black arrows in the silver quiver behind Bertrand.

"Well, I have an old mother and a younger brother. She is now doing needlework for some knight masters in the city. She can earn more than a dozen silver coins a month. My brother is now apprenticeship for carpenters in the city. I heard that the level of carpenters there is limited." Raymond hesitated and stopped.

"I think it is possible. Compared with the dwarves, the level of human craftsmen is indeed much worse." Bertrand suddenly sighed: "I have a child in the future, I must let him go to school, I support you, Lei Boy Meng."

"Okay, then I'll talk to Mr. Hex when I go back... I should be called the Baron now, I'll talk to him when I go back!" Raymond saw that he had Bertrand's support, he was very excited: "Thank you Suggestion, Sir Bertrand."

"Don't be too happy, Raymond kid, first consider what's in front of you!" Bertrand smiled suddenly: "Everything about you is obtained through heroic fighting. You must show your value. Now our dwarven allies are nearby. If you can make them feel bright, there may be better opportunities waiting for your brother."

"Oh! Good!"

On the gray mountains, the cottages of the rebel serfs were built on the distant mountains. These cottages were built on the mountain, mostly using very simple wood and stone materials. The rebel serfs used short bows and slings and many traps to protect them. Himself, if this were in the empire, they would have been put down by the empire's standing army and even the conscription.

However, in Brittany, the knight masters really have no choice but to take these cottages. The trebuchets cannot be transported here. There are too few people to conquer these cottages. There are too many people and it is not worth the loss. The Duke of Hagen needs these. The army helped him maintain law and order.

"In the name of the duke, the rebellious serfs immediately surrendered to the noble Duke of Gisoleaux, the most orthodox heir to the first twelve holy grail knights of Belén!" Sir Coulson shouted toward the cottage.

The rebel serfs on the cottage were dressed in rags, and they responded with a sparse arrow rain to Sir Coulson's persuasion.

"It seems that the negotiations have failed." Karad frowned.

"No, the negotiations are still going on. I mean, we should negotiate in another way." Belega stood on his ancestral oath: "Friends of humanity, there are many ways to negotiate, and your way of negotiation is obviously problematic. ."

Behind him, a dwarf heavy cannon has been loaded, and the dwarf engineer compared the location of the cottage with his thumbs: "The elevation angle is raised by 5°13'!"

"5°13'!"

"fire!"

"Boom!" From the roar of the cannon's muzzle, the flying flame blossom shells landed on the tower of the cottage, the earth and wood splashed, and the entire tower with the seven or eight rebel serfs standing on it was all broken into pieces.

"Very well, now is the time to negotiate, Sir Coulson, please keep talking."

"In the name of the Duke of Hagen, the rebellious serfs, immediately surrendered to the noble Duke of Gisoleaux, the most orthodox heir to the first twelve holy grail knights of Belén!"