While the frontline battle was going on, the left wing of the Skaven army was faced with a severe test. The knights led by Duke Theodoric of Boleon and the Holy Grail of Carcassonne, Sir Amanric de Galaron, cut into the Skaven army like two precise scalpels. Wherever they passed, they were unstoppable.
The Skaven ratmen fled in panic under the iron hooves of the knights.
Ikart Talon, who was in the middle of the army, was so angry that he was jumping up and down.
The Skaven chief engineer had arranged his army as follows: The middle of the army was made up of the elites of the Skaven clan and various war machines, the left wing was made up of the main forces of the Skaven clan and the elites of the smaller clans, and the right wing was made up of a large number of small fries.
Ikart's plan was well thought out.
The elites and core war machines of the Skaven army, as well as the giant beasts of the Mord clan, were best left untouched. These troops were to be used in the upcoming attack on Zeon.
The large amount of trash on the right wing was made up of clan rats, slave rats, and many small cannon fodder clans. They were locked in battle with the Vichy army led by Juan. Motivated by the Horned Rats and having enough food to attack, even the slave rats had high morale. Similarly, the Estalians who had lost their homes and their hatred for the Ratmen and the humiliation of being defeated had also ignited their fighting spirit. At the very least, it wouldn't be so easy to determine victory or defeat in a short period of time.
Thus, the left wing of the Skaven army and the right wing of the Brittany army became the key to victory on the battlefield.
At this moment, the deputy general of the left wing of the Skaven army, Balquint Mazkuik, the Skaven ratman warlock with a very awkward name, was still laughing loudly at the knights' retreat. These cowardly dogs!
However, Balquint soon stopped laughing.
Poisonous wind and gas were blown towards the Skaven ratmen by the Lake Prophet's Wind Blast spell. The left wing of the army was instantly thrown into chaos. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Brittany knights launched another attack. While the Stupid Pig Scoundrels and Boleon's infantry were fighting the ratmen at the frontline of the Skaven ratmen, Duke Theodoric and Sir Amanric made a comeback.
The knights, who terrified the ratmen, raised their lances, stomped their iron hooves, and neighed their warhorses. The knights formed a large formation of lances. The sound of horns and war flags reverberated in the air. Boleon's battle axe and Carcasson's sword swore to make the Skaven ratmen pay the price!
"For the Lady and the King, for the Brittany!"
"For the civilians and knights who died in Carcasson, for revenge!"
Duke Theodoric, who was at the forefront of the charge, swung his divine battle axe with all his might. The Skaven ratmen were utterly defeated. Even the strongest of the Storm Rats could not stop the duke's footsteps. Basking in the light of the Sun and the Lake God's blessing, Theodoric took the lead, "Damned rat, the Lady curses you. Watch as I chop off your head!"
"A hairless, inferior thing dares to challenge me? Don't even think about it! "The warlock warlock immediately ordered," Storm Rats, go! Resist the impact! "
Two rows of halberd-wielding Storm Rats lined up in an attempt to stop Duke Theodoric. However, before they could complete their formation, Sir Amanric had already arrived with terrifying fury. In an instant, the Storm Rats were reduced to a pile of minced meat under the Grail knights' lances and swords.
Balquint screamed in fright. The warlock warlock turned around and tried to escape, but at the same time he complained, "Support, support, yes, I need support. Your allies are under attack, where is our support? Where is it? "
Not far away, the ferocious knights' lances were getting closer and closer. The warlock warlock hurriedly reloaded his weapon as he slowly retreated. He had made up his mind that if the last row of Storm Rats could not hold them off, he would run for his life!
As if he had also realized that his assistant was unreliable, just as Balquint was about to escape, Ikart's reinforcements finally arrived.
Two squads of Skaven Dimensional Stones snatching squads, hundreds of Storm Rats, and a Wheel of Destruction quickly arrived.
"Aim, fire!"
Boom!
With a volley of arrows, more than a dozen Brittanian knights fell from their horses. The Great Holy Grail, Sir Amanric, wanted to continue his charge, but he found that the Storm Rat Army had already arrived. Sir Amanric only had about a hundred knights, and he was forced to retreat after being attacked by the Wheel of Destruction and the Dimension Stone Snatching Team.
Before Balquint could rejoice, a loud shout came from afar.
"Theodoric is here!" The duke charged forward with a giant axe in hand. He finally reached Balquint, and Theodoric was overjoyed. He swung his axe at Ikart's assistant, the warlock warlock warlock.
The surrounding Storm Rats wanted to rush forward to protect their commander, but it was too late.
With a single swing of his axe, Theodorick chopped two of the Storm Rat guards in half. The Duke only had one target, and that was the Rat Commander. As long as he could defeat him, the Rat Clan would completely collapse.
"Dimensional Lightning!" The warlock warlock summoned a terrifying dark green lightning bolt and blasted it at Theodoric.
The Duke immediately grabbed his shield. The shield had been blessed by the Lake Prophet, and it had been soaked in the holy water blessed by the Lake Goddess. When the lightning struck the shield, there was a burst of black smoke, but the shield was able to withstand the attack.
The axe chopped at the Dimensional Stone Plate Armor, and the Great Warlock Engineer fell to the ground. It rolled several times on the ground, and a highly toxic copper sphere appeared in Balle Quint's hand.
"Bastard, try this!" Duke Theodoric noticed that the despicable Skaven Ratmen were plotting against him. He immediately drew a sword from his waist and threw it. The sword pierced through the shoulder of the great Warlock.
"???" Balquint stared in disbelief at the knight's sword embedded in his shoulder.
Didn't the Brittany knights never use ranged weapons? What was going on?
"Aiya, my sword slipped out of my hand!" Theodoric yelled at the nearby knights, "The Lady will definitely forgive me!"
The copper ball fell to the ground. It was filled with a highly concentrated strain of the virus carefully developed by the Skaven Plague Clan. This was a new type of mutated virus that the Plague Clan had cultivated in slave rats and clan rats for several years through group immunity!
Of course, Theodorick wouldn't let go of this good opportunity. Seeing the great warlock crouching down, Theodorick jumped off his warhorse and split open the great warlock's armor with his axe!
"Ahhhh!!!" The great warlock screamed crazily. Even though he was on the verge of death, he raised his fighting spirit to the limit. He opened his dimensional stone bag and overloaded his flamethrower, then spat out dimensional stone flames at Theodoric.
"Die! Demon! " Duke Theodoric's robes were set ablaze, but the divine weapon in his hand was still flickering nonstop, blocking all of the dimensional stone's energy. He swung his axe, intending to cut Balquint in two.
But at that moment, something appeared! A dark green specter suddenly appeared on the battlefield. It stretched out its large and sharp claws, instantly cutting the throats of six Brittany knights into pieces.
It was the Scourge Lord, the great demon of the Skaven Ratmen!
Theodoric naturally knew what the enemy was.
Then, should he retreat? Many thoughts flashed through Theodoric's mind in an instant.
Retreat? Should he give up on all the opportunities and ruin the opportunity that he had obtained with great difficulty? If he didn't kill the Skaven commander here, he would lose this battle!
How could that be?!
In that instant, countless images flashed through Theodorick's mind. His debauchery, his drunkenness, his greed, and his bloodlust. These were the reasons that caused him to make mistakes time and time again. He was criticized, punished, imprisoned, and even exiled.
Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid. Theodoric knew that with so many misdeeds, the Lady of the Lake must have seen it all. He would never have the chance to become a Grail Knight.
How pathetic, Theodoric. You're just like this. A dog can't change its habit! The Duke cursed his own habits in his heart. These were all habits left over from his youth, and they would follow him for life.
What will the future history books say about me? A greedy, lecherous duke who sat on the fence and indulged in debauchery. A bastard who specialized in messing with the ladies of his nobles, or the savior of Brittany? The hero of the kingdom?
Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life, or a hero? Even if it's only for a few minutes?
Theodorick's courage and anger had reached the limit. He could feel his blood boiling. Something had broken through the barriers and appeared in the duke's body.
"Everyone has a hero in their heart." Theodoric brandished his divine battle axe and knocked away the Dimensional Stone Long Blade in the hands of the Warlock Engineer. Balquint howled in horror and continued to retreat.
"Ugh!" Theodoric was about to attack again when he heard the wind behind him. He sneered and prepared himself.
Lady, Brittany, and His Majesty the Sun King, can you hear me?
Theodoric, I'll be loyal to you one last time!
The Scourge Lord's sharp claws pierced through Theodoric's body from behind. Blood spurted everywhere, and a poisonous dimensional sword instantly cut off Theodoric's head.
"For the horned rats!" The Skaven Scourge Lord, Bunkerhill, raised Theodoric's head and wanted to show everyone his victory. However, he found that the Skaven ratmen on his left flank were collapsing.
The axe that belonged to the first Holy Grail Knight, Balquint, fell to the ground. The blade was stained with blood. The head of the great warlock, Balquint Mazruk, fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
Before Theodoric died, he risked his life to cut off the head of Ikart's assistant. The Skaven ratmen had lost a precious great warlock!
"No!" The Scourge Lord's angry roar echoed throughout the battlefield.
"No!" At the same time, the Brittanians cried out in pain. The Breleon Army saw the Duke sacrificing his life for theirs, and they all cried out in pain. Even the warriors of the Scoundrels of Stupid Pigs, who hated the Duke the most, were silent.
Sir Amanric charged towards the Scourge Lord in a fit of rage. Bunker Mountain realized that it was facing an enraged Holy Grail Knight and did not dare to be careless. It waved its whip and dimensional longsword to fight Amanric.
Ikart Talon heard the cries. The Skaven chief engineer's heart was in pain. His assistant was dead. That was a great warlock trained by the Scourge with countless ratmen! He died here. What should he do next?
The vanguard of Skuli's army was still fighting with Bordero's army. The large number of slave rats couldn't withstand the attacks of Bordero's army. These free citizen soldiers who were wearing standard equipment and wielding military factory weapons were extremely ferocious. After a short period of close combat, the slave rats began to flee. Even the clan rats weren't able to gain an advantage.
The left flank was on the verge of collapse. The right flank was still fighting with the Vichy army. Ikart Talon could not help but look towards the south.
Why aren't the reinforcements of the Graybeak clan here yet?
"Beloved of the Horned Rat God, young man, you must pay attention to the frontlines. If this continues, the main army will not be able to hold on." The Scourge Lord of the Skaven Scourge, Shangri-La, warned Ikart. "Bunkerhill's help is the limit. Essex and I must deal with that baldy."
As expected, as soon as the Scourge Lord finished speaking, a clan rat with a flag on its back ran over. It was covered in blood. "Lord Ikart, Lord Ikart, you must send reinforcements. This rat can't hold on any longer. I can't hold on any longer.
"You must hold on. Hold on." Ikart Talon looked behind him. He hesitated painfully for a moment before he finally said, "I will send the rat trolls and the plague monks as reinforcements!"
With the sound of drums and bells, ten rat trolls and the plague monks moved out.
Huge rotten banners were erected in the air, and plague monks from the plague clan and other clans were playing the military music of the rat-men. These lunatics were so happy that they were swaying their bodies, walking and singing songs, and even playing songs from their hometown.
Horned Rat God, Horned Rat God, eight great horned rats have appeared in the mortal world.
What is the gift you have brought us?
Dong dong dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~
Do you know that is the plague bannermen of civilization?
Dong dong dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~
Horned Rat God, ten thousand times a day!
Show your miracle to the hairless thing ~
Dong dong dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~
Keep moving forward ~ Forward ~ Forward ~ Forward ~
Bestow the blessing of the Horned Rat God to the mortal world ~
Brave warriors of the plague clan ~
Dong dong dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~ Yalai dong ~
Ikart's blood pressure rushed to his head when he saw this scene. The Chief Engineer really wanted to shoot a Doomsday Rocket to kill these rats. In order to deal with the Horned Rat God's mission, the plague clan had sent this group of honor guards, who were usually in charge of ceremonies, to him. They were just doing their job!
These plague monks were surrounding a large dimensional stone, the Bell of Calamity. Did they think that the Brittany on the other side were blind? That they couldn't see such a large target?
Sure enough, within a few minutes, the Brittany noticed this obvious and slow group of honor guards. The cannons of Bordero's army fired, and a round of Hellstorm Rocket Launchers blasted the Bell of Calamity and a group of plague monks into the sky. The rat trolls that were following them were also in trouble.
The remaining few rat trolls had no one to guide or control them. They charged at Bordero's army mindlessly. Bordero's army was also very experienced in dealing with giant beasts. The flintlocks and cannons aimed at these giant beasts. When they were about fifty to sixty meters away, a round of cannons and flintlocks was fired, and the rat trolls were completely wiped out.
The Skaven Rat Men were starting to lose.
Duke Bodrick, who was commanding the army in the middle, coldly watched the changes in the battle. He mourned Theodoric's death and knew that a corner of the Skaven Rat Men's front line had collapsed.
In the first half hour of the battle, the Skaven Rat Men were already showing signs of retreating. After the setback, these rats were afraid to move forward. Only a small number of Storm Rats were still holding their ground and boosting their morale.
At this time, a thick fog started to appear on the battlefield. Ikkett-Sharp Claw was surrounded by the fog. The chief engineer of the Skaven Rat Men immediately realized that the enemy was up to something!
Ikkett-Sharp Claw took out a dimensional stone infrared imaging telescope from his backpack and quickly found the source of the fog. It was the three Prophets of the Lake. They were casting spells in a relatively hidden corner of the battlefield, and the fog of the Lake God covered the entire battlefield.
"Child's play!" The chief engineer stabbed his staff into the ground and cast the spell that he had been preparing for a long time.
"Seventh-circle spell, Skaven Scorch!"
A ball of green flame instantly burst out of the ground and rushed into the distance. While the three Prophets of the Lake were still casting their spells, the green flame that erupted from the ground swallowed them whole. The damage of the spell and the backlash of being interrupted in the middle of casting caused the three Prophets of the Lake to die on the spot and become three burning skeletons.
The fog gradually dispersed. Before Ikkett-Sharp Claw could identify the situation on the battlefield, a group of Sea God Knights wearing yellow and blue Sea God armor with tridents in their hands had broken through the Skaven Rat Men's formation and went straight for the chief engineer himself.
The leader was Duke Bordero, Prince Mannen of the Sea God, Admiral of the Brittany Navy, Bodrick de Bordero!
"Rat! F * ck you! "Duke Bodrick's curses could be heard from afar, the trident in his hand gleaming coldly.
He had found his target!
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