Warhammer Throne

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In the center of the battlefield, a championship duel began.

The title showdown between Calad and Ulfric is truly a match between rivals and talents. Both of them are unparalleled warriors in their respective civilizations. The legend of Calad has gone through many years and continues to carry forward. He is in addition to Ryan. The holy grail knight who completed the Holy Grail trial the fastest in recent years, after returning from the trial, the holy grail knight who had suffered and lost all his family members proved his loyalty to the goddess and turned the tide in many battles.

In the Great Eight Peaks Expedition, Kalad completed his own endless brilliant feat. He successively killed the ghost king of Stranger and the adjutant of Lamia Queen Nephrata, a large group of green-skinned warlords, and he was famous in the old world.

Similarly, Ulfric is also a brave of Norsca. He rarely loses in dozens of duels. The dozen skulls and even two skeletons hanging on his body all illustrate the power of the Chosen by the Four Chaos Gods. .

Out of respect, Ulfric took the initiative to initiate a duel request to Calad, and out of honor and belief, Calad could not refuse this request. Historically, the war between Breton and the Norsca often ended up It all ended with a championship showdown.

Ulfric's speed is extremely fast. The wanderer who has the blessing of the four chaos gods on his body is like a giant wolf from the ice sheet, exuding bloodthirsty killing intent, the only thing he can see is his figure like a phantom. Usually back and forth, only the brown fur on his body can be seen, like a tumbling cloud hitting the gap between Calad's shoulder armor, and the Frostbite draws a cold trajectory, rolling up a piece of dust on the battlefield.

Kalad moved coldly, the dwarven masterwork vibrating the gold Grimmnir rune on him, and the three dwarf enchanted runes on his body plate were shining brightly, flashing the light that made Ulfric feel jealous, the Frost The biting cold frost was easily offset by the rune plate armor. The curse power from Chaos and Norsca Icefield could not penetrate this epic master of rune master work. On the contrary, the sword on Durandal The golden flames are overwhelming.

The bite of Frost and Durandale collided, and the bursts of two forces made both sides take a step back. A wave of golden flames spurted from the body of Durandale's sword. The weapon collided head-on.

"You are doomed to fail, King Knight! Your head will become my lord's hip flask and be enshrined on my altar in Norsca." Ulfric attacked, chattering in his mouth, his attacking momentum Sink vigorously, and all attacked at Karad's neck.

Karad did not understand Ulfric’s Norsca language, which was a variant of the Empire’s low Gothic language plus Norsca’s localization. The Great Holy Grail of the Domain didn’t say much. The divine sword in his hand swiftly raised its blade, rushed in close, whirled with one foot, and slashed up and down. Durandale separated the blade of Frostbite and suddenly attacked Ufrey. Gram's abdomen.

Ulfric quickly retracted his sword to resist. The Wanderer blocked the attack. The Frostbite and Durandale erupted with sparks. The Wanderer felt the terrible power from Calad’s blade. After being beaten back and forth, with the sword's blade constantly hitting, Kalad launched a swift onslaught to try to cut a gap in Ulfric's defense.

And Ulfric knew that he couldn’t give Calad a chance. He knew what armor he was wearing. This kind of dwarven masterwork vibrating the golden Grimneir rune and the whole body plate armor, if it weren’t to the point, it’s his own. Even if Frostbite cuts down on the armor, it leaves a mark at most.

Therefore Ulfric knew that he had to be careful, otherwise his legend would come to an end in Brittany.

Kalad’s slams were like the endless storms on the sea of ​​chaos. Ulfric resisted with all his strength and turned into a rock on the shore. He raised the skull shield in his other hand. His defense was dense and prudent. And full of power, he was like the cold wind of Norsca for thousands of years, blocking a series of onslaught of Kalad.

Durandale’s sword cut off the bones blessed by Chaos on the skull shield and the marks of the evil gods. The sacred power of the fairy in the lake expelled the corruption from Chaos. Ulfric looked at the surface of his shield with heartache. Damaged, the wanderer mocked: "You had a chance to be guided by the true god, but you have dedicated your loyalty to the false god."

"It's too slow!" Calad said coldly, and the anger from the lake **** fell rapidly with the impact of the blade and the thunder of breaking through the air. Durandale's blade hit the middle of the skull shield and sounded. With a burst of cracking sounds, the ground under Ulfric's feet shattered, and the wanderer's figure was short.

"Your strength is very strong, King Cavalier, if it is another Norsca champion, I guess this set will be taken away?" Ulfric waved his shield and bounced Calad away, and he continued to roar: "Your father is really capable, Ryan! Your father has a chance to give birth to both sons and daughters. Doesn't he insist on giving birth to you as a cub?"

"..." Calad's attack collided with Ulfric with unparalleled strength. He paused for a while, a series of fierce attacks followed towards the Rangers, Durandale followed Ulfric. Ke's shoulder armor glided along, cutting off the wanderer's shoulder armor in half, and by the way the entire skeleton hanging on him was chopped into pieces.

This blow caused Ulfric to sway for a while, and the Wanderer released his anger. He took advantage of Kalad’s blade to be hindered, strode closer, stood firm, hit hard, and collided with two weapons. There is no shadow at all, only sparks in the air. In the fierce battle, the two unparalleled warriors of all races are like messengers of the supreme gods, which makes other troops on the entire battlefield feel that they may be Stumbled into the battlefield of the game of the gods.

But just when Karad and Ulfric were fighting dimly, the situation on the entire battlefield was changing rapidly.

Norsca’s troops on the beach had difficulty gaining an advantage against the Bretonian army at the beginning. They did not fear death and dared to launch a fearless charge, but the Bretons were tenacious and disciplined this time. The Yanming far exceeded the expectations of the Norskars. During the line shooting, the barbarians were horribly killed. In close combat, the barbarian predators did not take advantage. At first, the two sides also fought back and forth. , Evenly matched.

But as the artillery of Breton entered the battlefield, the situation changed extremely quickly.

"Ready! Launch!" Thomas, a Musilon engineer, motioned to the artillery to load up ammunition. The Yaori rocket and Musilon cannon fired dozens of terrible rockets and roaring blooming shells toward the barbarians in the distance, and majestic fireworks. During the performance, hundreds of barbarians were bombarded into fragments, stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky, solid shells constantly hammering the enemy's front, and every shelling was like a cold iron plow on the closely-arranged enemy. Flesh and blood gullies were ploughed in the legion, and then exploded, taking the lives of several barbarians.

The second round of shelling was more than twice as powerful as the first round, because after the first round of firing attempts, the Musilon engineers who graduated from the Nuer Gun Academy calculated the trajectory very quickly and measured it. Once the best distance was reached, the artillery rushed to change the angle.

The barbarians were brutally bombarded with heavy artillery, coupled with the continuous rushing for several waves, and without Ulfric's command, there were already signs of shaking on the beach with gunsmoke and war.

What? You ask the monster war gang of the Norscars, the war mammoths, and those Norscar ice trolls, where are the elites who can overturn the infantry line in a few clicks?

On the dragon boats lined up in dozens of rows just outside the pier! These monster war gangs and mammoth war elephants squeezed at the end of the dragon ship fleet, but they couldn't find a chance to land!

Ulfric’s dragon boat fleet is now like a crowded nest of ants, all crowded in the narrow waters outside Chantilon’s pier. The dragon boats in front are moored ashore. The equipment is light and only The Norskars armed with melee weapons rushed out of the dragon boat, hacking and killing them, and they looted wildly when they saw no one. Although the town of Chantilon had been emptied once after being warned, the town After all, there are still things that cannot be moved or not moved inside, which are precious to the Norskars.

The dragon boat in front does not move away, the predators are still loading things into it, the dragon boats behind are crowded together and can’t get to the shore, the remaining dozen barbarians in the whole dragon boat fleet also have a large group of monster troops. Even the treacherous **** Ejik-the labyrinth guard is completely blocked behind, unable to join the battlefield for the time being.

As for why Ulfric didn't command, this guy was fighting against the champion of Calad, playing dimly!

In this way, the barbarians clearly surpassed the Bretonians in number, but they were beaten back and forth with the support of elite infantry regiments and artillery bombardment. Under the command of the Marquis of Turas, the soldiers steadily advanced and passed Dwarf hand crossbows, longbows and volleys of muskets were suppressed. With the support of artillery fire, the Norskars were gradually retreating. Even the bravest devotees did not know what to do, and they couldn’t rush down. Staying there can only wait to be defeated.

It seems that in this war, the Bretons have taken the initiative.

But things are not that easy, because at this time, the treacherous **** Ejik-the maze guard finally led the "tribal beasts" champion warriors to finally board the pier, whether it is the Marquis of Turas. It was Beria and others, they were all overly focused on commanding the infantry regiment. At this time, the ranger knights on the right were already impatient.

"Knights, it's time to make contributions!" As the barbarians gradually retreated, the more than two thousand ranger knights and knight followers on the right had already been covered with blood and impulse. Skar's army has begun to be defeated. How can these ranger knights endure the military merit and glory being taken away by those walking mud legs? Following the call of several young ranger knights: "It's time to charge, my compatriots , My brothers, for the lady and the king, for Bretania, let us drive these sinful and dirty Yankees out of the land the lady has given us!"

"Go forward!" Immediately, most of the knights burst out with a roar of blood, and they began to move forward.

"We haven't received the order to charge!" At this time, only a few sane ranger knights shouted, but their voices were soon drowned in the horns of the charge, and most of them carried a few people into their hands. Charge, and those few sober ranger knights are unwilling to be left behind.

"For Madam! For Bretania!"

The mighty ranger and knights formed more than a dozen sharp arrows, rolling towards the barbarians and rushing into the center of the storm.

On the other hand, Turas and Beria were stunned at this scene. General Meletskov even screamed: "No, it can’t be done. It’s not the right thing to do. Stop them, Commander Beria, Turas. Lord, stop them!"

"No! How can a knight charge without the assistance of an infantry?!" The Marquis of Turas cried out in surprise, and he immediately signaled his attendants to sound the retreat.

It's useless, the ranger knights can't hear it anymore, they only have the Norskans and the coveted credit in their eyes at this time.

The treacherous **** Ejik-the guard of the labyrinth is singing magic and preparing to summon the Chaos Demon to assist in the fight, but he soon finds a large array of lances rushing from the left, and the sound of more than two thousand ranger knights charging. The momentum of the galloping horse made Tianqi Shenxuan exclaimed. He likes to change, especially on the battlefield.

"Everything is in my plan!" Ejik screamed, "Eagle!"

The Norska barbarian marauders quickly obeyed their orders, and they formed a neat row of defenses.

"Cheat!" One by one, big boxes and lots of bundles of spears made of trees were transported down from the dragon hammer. There are thousands of them!

"Crook!" The spear was sent to the front line of the team.

And the knights are rolling in with the mighty power and the dust in the sky.

In the next second, Tricky God chose a large-scale group of reinforcement spells to bless the entire battlefield, and then Ejik-the maze guard immediately ordered: "Fraud!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It is densely packed like a hedgehog, and every spear has been strengthened by magical magic chosen by a stranger, and it is extremely hard!

This is the secret weapon prepared in advance by the Norscans against the Breton knights! Three thousand spears over two and a half meters in length!

The charging wave of the ranger knights stopped in an instant. The long spears pierced into the abdomen of the horse, pierced into the neck of the horse, and pierced into the knights’ armor. In an instant, the entire battlefield was full of the neigh of the horse. And the screams of the ranger knights!

Almost all the ranger knights in the first row were sacked on the spot, and many were stabbed to death on the spot. Even if the remaining ranger knights were not injured, they were dazzled when they fell off their horses wearing full armor. How can the cruel Norskans Will let this opportunity pass, a Norsca warrior is an axe at the kite helmet on the head of a ranger knight. Under the helmet of this ranger knight, a large mixture of chicken is sprayed out like a chicken chop. The blood of the brain plasma fell to death in an instant.

Most of the ranger knights in the second row were also dropped on the spot, and then the third row and the fourth row. Not only did the charge fail, but a terrible massacre was formed. The barbarians gathered from all directions and used Axes and spears, tasted the flesh and blood of the ranger knights, dozens of lances were all trapped in the spear array, the front wanted to retreat, the back wanted to move forward, just a few minutes later, the original lofty ambition and passion The ranger knights were stabbed into honeycombs, the horsemen who fell down and the infantrymen who fell were trampled into meat sauce by their companions. The Norskars rushed to make up for the knife brutally, and more than four hundred ranger knights and knights retreated. Just one charge turned into a dead soul under the axe.

Some ranger knights drew out the knight swords to fight back, and achieved a little bit of damage, but the Nosca barbarians were best at chaos, and a small part of the resistance was quickly defeated.

Under the heavy casualties, the blood and courage of the ranger knights disappeared in an instant. These people shouted "My army is defeated", "Madam's blessing has been lost", and "Save me, my lady" was defeated into dozens of defeats. The soldiers fled to the outside of the battlefield.

"A knight who has not experienced a failed charge is not a good knight." In the face of the miserable defeat of the ranger knights, the Marquis of Turas could only say painfully: "This may be a good way for them to grow, but the price is a bit high... …"

"Very well, it's our turn next!" The Marquis of Turas glanced at Karad and Uffric in the championship match, and gave the second order.

The Bretons did not restrain the Cavaliers' charge well, but the Norsca also faced this problem.

A great spell covering the battlefield dictates the Evil God Chosen Ejik-the guard of the labyrinth feels extremely exhausted, the chaotic wind in his body has become messy, and the Chosen Strange God has to temporarily stop and rest, and he intends to take a break. While breathing, the large groups of Norsca predator riders could not wait to dedicate victory and glory to the four chaos gods!

Since ancient times, how long-distance ocean transportation of war horses has always been a difficult problem. Only these barbarian riders who have been blessed by the evil **** do not have to think about this. They can't wait to do a big job!

Without any thought, thirty teams of predator hunters and riders, led by about five hundred Norsca predator elite riders, launched a countercharge against the Bretons!

Turn offensive!