The Rick River's water should have rushed past the walls of Karon Castle, but now, the Rick River's water was like a drunkard's vomit after a hangover, churning with a nauseating stench. The yellow-green silt had blocked the river so much that not even a drop of water could flow through.
As an important citadel of the empire, it was the gateway to Marlinburg, Middenheim, and Brunswick. It was built for defense. The towering outer wall stood proudly on the cliff made of smooth rocks. The flag of the White Wolf, which symbolized Middenheim, was swaying above the castle along with the increasingly dirty cold wind. This was the gateway to Brunswick, and also a necessary target for the epidemic army on their way to Brunswick.
The person in charge of guarding Castle Karon was Marshal Blucher of Milden, who was also the Duke of Karon. He was a veteran who was more than 70 years old. He had been stuck at the peak of the legendary realm for more than 30 years. This old marshal was considered by Boris Todbringer to be a "hero who commanded less than 20,000 men, but more idiots" and "too determined to charge into walls instead of charging". Therefore, he was not put in an important position in several major battles. The old marshal was often depressed and often fantasized about all kinds of adventures. For example, "I am pregnant with an elephant, and it was done by the Brittany." He also protested to the Brittany court in a serious manner.
After the Knight King, Suria also replied in a serious manner, "Please give birth to the elephant. We will claim it and pay alimony for it."
At its peak, Castle Karon had more than 10,000 soldiers. Now, there were less than 5,000 soldiers left. Duke Blucher had received an order from the self-proclaimed Regent of the Empire, Marshal Helberg, to give up the existing army and lead the remaining soldiers of Castle Karon back to Brunswick.
Of course, Duke Blucher did not agree. To this old marshal, Helberg's order was very strange. You are a marshal, and I am also a marshal. You want to use the edict of Castle Karon to control the army of Milden?
In the end, Duke Blucher only agreed to transfer the world-famous Kallonberg Greatsword Regiment. After all, this Greatsword Regiment was loyal to Emperor Karl-franz, so it was reasonable for them to be transferred.
Not long after the retreat of the Caronburg Swordsmen, the assault of the Nurgle Plague arrived — the famous Grote brothers had arrived. Duke Blucher was originally very confident in the defense of Caronburg and the strength of the city. Even though he only had 5,000 soldiers, the 5,000 soldiers were elite field soldiers and had participated in many wars against Orc tribes, goblin gangs, and small Chaos cultists. He was confident that he could hold on until reinforcements arrived.
But in fact, two hours after the battle began, Marshal Blucher discovered a terrifying fact.
The sturdy city walls were cracking.
Old Marshal rushed up the wall like a madman. He saw that the solid granite wall, which was originally as solid as iron and meticulously dug out from the Roof of the World, had cracks appearing one after another, and then rapidly expanding to the width of a sword's blade.
"No, that's impossible. This is solid granite. We inspected it personally. It can't be like this." Old Marshal Blucher extended his hand into the gap in the wall to see what was happening to the wall that he was so proud of.
His thick gloves pulled out a handful of rotten sand from the gap in the wall. The surface of the sand was still foaming and emitting an unpleasant odor.
"Marshal, there's a problem with the wall!" The deputy general ran over and cried as he said, "The wall is melting. We don't know what's happening."
"No matter what happens, we have to maintain the firepower." Blucher pushed his deputy general away and said, "Tarr's teeth! No one is allowed to leave their positions! Otherwise, I'll smash his head with Mayurick's Hammer! "
"Yes!"
The defenders continued to resist stubbornly. To Blucher's relief, the cannons were still effective against these enemies for the time being. But even the earth itself seemed to have been awakened to deal with them. Every direction of the vast forest resounded with the roar of beast hooves and iron boots.
Acid rain began to fall from the sky. The pungent, corrosive rain came whistling down. At first, it was no different from a normal rainstorm. But soon, the droplets that fell from the sky became heavier and heavier until they turned into hailstones that repulsively joined the battle. Every piece that was exposed to the ground made the ground slippery and unstable. The axles of the cannons rolled around, slowing the movements of the cannoneers and causing them to slip and fall.
Some of the cannons produced in Mildenheim's workshop were already showing signs of cracking under the acid rain. The rainwater hit the cannons and made sizzling noises. The soldiers' breastplates were also affected. If the rainwater seeped into their eyes, the brave Empire soldiers would cry out in pain. Blucher could only run back and forth to boost morale while ordering his men to fire as much as they could.
The Empire's defenders had been pouring down their firepower the moment the enemy appeared. They sent out walls of fire to destroy the horde that was charging at them.
"Tarr's teeth, Mayurick will curse you!" The old general watched as the Northka marauders, who were the vanguard, were wiped out. He roared proudly and signaled for his subordinates to fire again and again. He wanted to let the barbarians know how powerful he was.
However, even though the firearms had already taken out a large number of enemies, countless enemies continued to charge at them without fear. They were fearless and frantically climbed over the twitching corpses on the ground while singing joyfully. The pouring rain washed over the barbarians' bodies. Not only did it not slow them down, but it also made them stronger. Duke Blucher saw with his own eyes that some of the muskets pierced through the barbarians' bodies, but that was all. Some of the barbarians did not even bleed. They only spat out yellowish-green pus and soaked in the rain. Their wounds healed on the spot.
This can't go on!
The old general was about to order the defenders to reorganize and search for the Chaos Lord. He quickly ran to the city wall.
The scene in front of him made his heart stop.
The city wall of Charon Castle was gone!
The entire city wall had been tightly wrapped by towering vines and wriggling tentacles! Amidst the singing of praise for Nurgle, the poisonous vines kept twisting and climbing up the city wall. Thousands of tentacles happily extended up the corroded surface of the city wall. The once solid granite walls were as fragile as cheese under the tentacles that were constantly secreting turbid mucus. The foundation of the small towers was already shaking under the corrosion of the tentacles.
Duke Blucher watched helplessly as the remaining defenders fell into a frenzy of blasphemous bodies and were torn apart and devoured by the green and brown torrents.
The incomparably brave old general who had led the Empire's vanguard cavalry and pistol-wielding cavalry countless times covered his mouth. The fear from the depths of his soul had swallowed up his will. The old general who was not even afraid of giant minotaurs watched helplessly as the remaining defenders fell into a frenzy of blasphemous bodies and were torn apart and devoured by the green and brown torrents.
Blucher could not find any words to describe this army in his memory. The Legion of Pestilence was made up of a large group of grotesque creatures. Some of them were Northerners in plate armor and disheveled fur, while others were plague victims in grotesque shapes and wielding hooks and flails.
Some of them were abominable, swollen, pus-filled forest beasts that were drooling over their unnatural desires. All of them had the vague outline of demons flickering on their bodies as they roared and screamed in the heavy rain.
No one could fight against such a large number of enemies. They swarmed forward like a swarm of rats, using their hands and feet to climb up the steep walls along the lush brambles and thorny vines. The stones under their feet were crushed by their weight, but they still went forward wave after wave, laughing as they stepped on the corpses of their companions and climbed up the walls.
"Retreat! Retreat to the inner castle! Retreat!" Blucher realized that they could not fight against such an enemy. He had joined the army since he was 18 years old, and the old general had never been so shaken. He cried and shouted, "Retreat to the inner castle!"
Before he could finish his words, the stone slabs under the old general's feet began to melt. His hard military boots stepped on the mud, and the once solid mud and stone slabs were now like a large dirty swamp. The stench splashed out as the slabs melted, splashing Blucher's head and face. The pungent smell made the old general scream and crawl to a place that was relatively sturdy.
It also woke him up. Blucher looked at the chaos on the battlefield and felt that his brain had been emptied.
He recalled when he was young, in the church of Eurek, and the future that Eurek had divined for him.
"Planning, fighting."
"There are failures, and there are victories."
"Awakening, and then becoming stronger."
"From here, to glory."
Yes, nothing could fight against such a terrifying enemy, at least not Fort Caron.
"Retreat! Retreat to Brunswick! Everyone, get out of here! " The old general finally understood. He cried and shouted for everyone to escape. The defenders of Fort Caron could not believe that this was an order from the stubborn old general who only knew how to charge. Everyone was stunned for a moment, but Blucher did not stop. The old general continued to scream, "Retreat! This is an order! Whoever disobeys, I will kill you right now! "
So, the soldiers of the Empire did not want to escape? Did they not want to live?
The answer was of course no. Taking advantage of the fact that the Nurgle army had not completed the encirclement, the soldiers of the Empire fled in panic towards the east. The gate of the fort that had collapsed and melted opened. About 2000 soldiers of the Empire escaped from the encirclement.
Marshal Blucher was bathed in blood. The old general blocked the gate of the inner fort with his identity as a Legend Pinnacle. He personally killed more than 30 Chaos Warriors, 6 Nurgle Beasts, and countless Northka Marauders to buy time for his subordinates to escape. He was like a madman, only attacking and not defending. The ground at the gate of Fort Caron was dyed red by his blood.
The old general who had served in the Empire army for more than 50 years showed his all today!
Under the glory of Eurek, the old general, as a citizen of the Empire, reached the most glorious peak of his life at this moment. He alone killed two Northerners.
"Hahahaha ~ Come on!"
"Hahahaha ~ Northerners, your grandfather Blucher is here! I will send you to meet your god now! "
Flesh and blood splattered, and muskets were fired.
Throwing away his long blade and watching his personal guards and the last group of artillery soldiers escape, he laughed out loud. Before he could laugh enough, the ground beneath him caved in. A huge claw stretched out from the ground and overturned the already collapsed Karon Castle as if it was pushing down building blocks. It let out a victorious roar, "Me too!"
It was Gurrit, one of the three brothers of Grote!
"It's not over yet!" Marshal Blucher shouted crazily, "It's not over yet. Northerners, just you wait. We will end you under the throne of Charlemagne. Boris and Karl-franz will avenge me. Wait for Gail Maraz's judgment. The fate of you fallen ones is destined …"
Gurrit's big foot landed and stomped Blucher into the ground. The old general's body shattered and sank deep into the ground.
"So this is the end of Fort Caron?" Big Brother Otto announced another victory.
"Big Brother, did you hear someone talking just now?" Second Brother Azrak shook his staff with a bell hanging on it. The White Wolf flag at the highest point of Fort Caron was instantly ignited by green flames and fell from the sky.
"I think so, but I can't remember," Otto mumbled.
"Forget it, forget it," Second Brother Azrak agreed, "It's your turn to perform, Third Brother!"
"Me too!" Gurrit roared passionately. He vented all his destructive desires. The originally sturdy walls of Fort Caron and the inner fort were now full of holes. Gurrit pushed everything down like pushing blocks and then patted his stomach in satisfaction.
Around Fort Caron, the Nurgle spirits played a symphony together. Rivers of blood and flesh, broken spines and rotting human bodies. Everything swelled in the storm.
Fort Caron had fallen.
… I am the dividing line of Fort Caron's fallen …
At the same time, Eichahn, the Eternal Chosen of Chaos who was on the throne in the northern wasteland of Chaos, also heard Tyrion's voice in the subspace.
How could this person be so stupid?
Eichahn thought. The Eternal Chosen of Chaos thought that the Regent of Ossouin, Kane's incarnation, was not possessed, right?
Many people felt that Kane's teachings and Khorne's teachings had many similarities. Could Kane be Khorne's smurf?
Actually, that was not the case at all. Kane was the Elven God after all, and Khorne was undoubtedly the Chaos God no matter how "bent" he was.
To Kane, killing was a means. The goal of the last race was to build a society where everyone was full of martial virtues and survival of the fittest. Kane's assassins pursued extremely flashy killing moves all day long. They were especially particular about one-hit kills. If they killed in an ugly way, not only would they not be able to please Kane, they would also incur Kane's wrath.
To Khorne, killing was the goal. Everything else was a means. Khorne only wanted blood, heads, the roars of the victors, and complete destruction. As for how he killed and who he killed, it did not matter. The Blood God did not care about the source of blood. As long as he killed, he would be a good believer of Khorne.
The Eternal Chosen of Chaos first considered the pros and cons of Tyrion going mad. He realized that he had no reason to stop the Elven Battle of Paradise from happening again. This was because there were only benefits for the Eternal Chosen of Chaos.
Before ET began, the High Elves and Dark Elves had an army of more than 300,000 people.
When Tyrion gathered all the High Elves and fought a bloody battle to expel all the Chaos Demons in Ossouin, and when Malecis finally decided to give up on Nagaros and go to Ossouin to fight for his throne, the High Elves and Dark Elves still had an army of 200,000 people.
When the Elven Civil War ended with the Battle of the Barren Islands and Malecis ascended to the throne of the Phoenix King, the High Elves and Dark Elves were only left with a few hundred thousand people.
After the Battle of Avalon, where Tyrion took Alariel, Laing, the King of the Forest, and Kunos, the God of Hunting, fell together. So did the God of Smithing, who was also the Lord of the Starlight Furnace. After both sides suffered heavy casualties, how many High Elves and Dark Elves were left?
There were only about 60,000 to 70,000 people left. The Elven race's strength was not a great loss, but a disaster.
If one were to talk about curved loyalty, one would have to mention the Tai brothers. One of them led the wolf into the house and brought about a civil war, while the other was dedicated to killing his own people. Once I succeed in destroying the world, I will definitely hang the heads of these two brothers on my Moka Armor as a memento.
That was what Echahn thought.
However, what he had to consider now was how to help Grote and his brothers to take down Brunswick and prove that the Empire was built on a lie.
Echahn took out the map. He had received news that the Brittany Crusade Army had gathered in Montfort and was preparing to go through the Axe Pass to support the Empire.
They blocked the main artery of Marlin Castle, but they couldn't block the Axe Pass, right?
This won't do!
"Order Zi A-Zanaik to lead his Raven Guard Army to stop the Crusade Army of the Crusade Army at the Axe Pass!"
"Order Lucius and the Sons of Sin army and Dark Prophet Malagor's Orc army to attack Bogenhafen and Hemgat immediately and stop Laing -Macado's advance."
"Yes!"
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