"Du Wu ~ ~ ~"
"Du Wu ~ ~ ~"
The sound of a horn from the south entered the city.
"Du Wu ~ ~ ~"
The sound of the ancient horn came closer and closer.
The Empire's army that was still fighting in Brunswick couldn't help but look towards the south.
The Nurgle army outside the city, Grote and his brothers also looked towards the south.
Even the Nurgle champion Festus, who was planning to defeat Cemetery Rose and execute Frey Derick, looked towards the south.
Unfortunately, in the heavy rain, nothing could be seen. The sound of the rain was too loud and nothing could be heard.
However, the sound of the horn reminded Festus. The Nurgle champion remembered the mission that his loving father had given him, which was to destroy Brunswick's Great Shrine Shaliah. That was the punishment that his loving father had given him for breaking his engagement with Shaliah (?) Shaliah's punishment, this was Nurgle's priority.
The Merciful Goddess Shaliah had two main shrines. The largest one was in Brittany. Ever since the archbishop was kidnapped and sacrificed by Akhan, it had gradually declined. Now, the largest shrine was in Brunswick. Nurgle hated that the wedding was ruined. His loving father wanted to completely destroy Shaliah's shrine to repay him!
Looking at the enemies in front of him, a great wizard of death of the Saint-level, the natural enemy of the Nurgle demons, a dragon, and the Sun's Child who was holding a runic tooth and howling like a little tiger, Festus knew that he would need some time to take them down. In the end, the champion of the Nurgle God's Selection spat in disdain. He waved his hand to signal the Nurgle demons to charge forward while he retreated. It was time to help his loving father. "Uncle Ga!"
"Fei Zi!" Kugas faced six Steam Tanks, a team of Armoured Nur, three Hell Storm Bazookas, two Hell Storm Rapid-Fire Cannons, one Light Magic Ride, four Battle Mages, two Battle Priests, two teams of Nur Musketeers, and two Gray Knight veterans. The Nurgle chief demon was too big and too conspicuous.
It was too big. Not to mention elites like the Armoured Nur, even a normal Empire militia with a handgun would have a hard time hitting it.
"Uncle Ga, let's retreat. We can't earn ten thousand here!" Festus gestured for them to retreat.
"Alright, Uncle Ga will listen to you. I won't do anything to save face. It doesn't matter if I win or not!" Kugas was really numb from the bombardment, especially the silver bullets of the Armoured Nur. They were either filled with mercury or had been soaked in holy water, causing him to feel a little pain. Nurgle gave him a special power, but it was not used here!
"Yes, as long as you're happy!" Kougas punched Betten into a house, then slapped Fuxi into the ground.
The two immediately retreated and led the Nurgle army to the middle of the wealthy district in the south of the city, leaving behind a large group of low-level Nurgle demons.
Once the two of them left, the pressure on the Nur army dropped by a few notches. More reinforcements had arrived.
Rose Cemetery crawled to her feet. The Amethyst Academy's highest dean said to Frey and Drake, "You'd better hope that your father is here."
"What if it's not?" Frey Derick was still thinking about the fear just now. He was only a low-level Legendary powerhouse, while Festus was close to becoming a demigod. The huge gap made the baron know that he still had a long way to go.
"Then we're all going to die here today." Elspeth made a cold joke. Then she confirmed the Crimson Dragon's injuries. "Leave this to me."
"Okay!" More Nur soldiers approached from behind with swords, shields, and halberds. Frey Derick did not hesitate. He nodded and rushed to the castle. After confirming that the Nurgle demons in the nearby streets had temporarily retreated, Commander Tirbitz ordered the gates to be opened.
"Frey! My son, are you okay? " Emilia hurriedly ran over and hugged her son. The Empire's countess said in shock, "Did you hear the horn? Is it your father? "
"I don't know. The rain is too heavy. I can't hear it clearly!" Frey Derick was very dirty. The baron shook his head.
"Tirbitz! Binoculars! "Emilia immediately became as fierce as a lioness. She screamed," Quick! "
"I see some troops, my Countess, two or three thousand people … and horses, my Countess, I see horses!" Tirbitz took the binoculars to the window at the top of the castle and looked through the heavy rain.
"Yes, Commander Tirbitz is right." Frey Derick also took a few glances. The baron nodded. "It's horses, but they're too small. I can't see clearly."
"Are those Zainaik's reinforcements?" Outside the city, Grote's eldest brother, Otto, shouted in the rain. "Second brother, can you see clearly?"
"I think that's Zainaik's reinforcements. According to the time, they should be here!" The second brother, Ezrak, nodded desperately. "Yes, they must be here."
"But it could also be Sun Wang Laing and his chivalrous knights!" Otto shouted.
Ezrak did not speak. Only the third brother, Gurrit, did not care.
"Pray!"
"Huh?"
"Pray to our kind old father and ask him what's coming," Otto roared.
"It's the Brittany!"
On the city wall, Marshal Rick Helberg also heard the sound of the horn. The old marshal was ecstatic. He slapped the battlements hard. The Rick Guards under his command tried to take out their binoculars to look, but Helberg did not stop talking excitedly. "There's no need. I said there's no need. That's the horn of the Brittanians. I've been stationed at the border for a few years, and I hear it every day. I know better than all of you what it is. There's no need to look anymore. It's the Brittanians.
The Empire soldiers on the city wall all roared excitedly. The Brittany had finally arrived!
"It's the Brittany." Outside the city, the second brother, Ezrak, after a short prayer, immediately put on a fat otaku face. "The Brittany are coming."
"Oh, crap." Otto shook his head. "Damn it, Zainaik lost. But we don't have to worry for now. The Brittany army is still on Moslib. We still have time to break this damn gate."
"The gate?" Ezrak shook his head. "The gate is too strong. Our siege weapons can't destroy it."
"Can't destroy it?" Otto laughed. He pointed at the Rick Guard flag on the city gate. The huge Empire flag swayed back and forth irregularly in the unnatural wind. It hung on the flagpole in tatters. The griffin pattern hanging high up swayed with the wind, strengthening their confidence. "My brother?"
"Understood." Azrak gripped his staff tightly, and the bells on it jingled incessantly. The flag of the Rick Guards flashed with golden light as if it was resisting something. But in just a few seconds, under the heavy rain of Nurgle, the golden light was extinguished. Green flames exploded from the flag, and the flaming flag fragments scattered amidst the panicked and helpless screams of the imperial soldiers.
This was not the end. The row of flags on the city wall were all set ablaze, and the Empire army was in chaos.
"The gate?" Otto then locked his eyes on the gate. The six-meter-high gate was covered with a cross-shaped iron fence instead of the usual oak. At this time, it was ready for battle. It may be able to resist the attack of the army for a short time, or even magical attacks, but it could not resist them all at the same time. It did not have such great power.
The gate had stood there for so long, and very few people could reach it. Nurgle had reason to be proud of his children.
The mortals were still holding on to every battlement and tower. They were determined to persevere. This thought made Otto laugh. "Of course, the gate."
The giant battering ram was branded with the sacred emblem of Nurgle. It advanced under the leadership of seven blind river trolls. At the top of the giant battering ram was the face of the father of the plague. His antlers reflected the light of the plague, and a green fire burned in his mouth. The giant battering ram slowly advanced in the heavy rain. The Northmen around it shouted, "Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle! " It was as if they were ringing the death knell for the city.
Grote and his brothers had hoped to exhaust the strength of the defenders through the heavy rain of Nurgle, but it was too late now. The sound of the horn was getting closer and closer. They had to hurry.
"Break it!"
… I'm the one who broke the dividing line …
The sun's light stubbornly penetrated the clouds. In the south of the city, at the exit of the Rickwald Forest, a man and a horse rushed out of the forest and jumped into the swampy plains of Brunswick. He wore a Brittany crown on his head, and carried a divine spear on his back. My Lord is here, and the Vengeance was hanging on his waist. He wore a gray knight master level full body plate armor, and on his chest hung the divine artifacts of the dwarves of the Eight Peaks Mountain — the Heart of the Mountains and the Fairy of the Lake — the Heart of Lilith.
The pure-blooded elven warhorse raised its front hooves, snorted, and neighed excitedly.
Not far away in Brunswick, it was pouring rain, but the sun was shining directly above the man's head. Even the dark clouds receded under his power.
Soon, dozens of vague figures appeared beside the knight. The strong wind blew across the plains, and the dozens of vague figures had become solid. Each of them exuded an incomparably sharp aura. There was no doubt that they were all knights who had experienced hundreds of battles and were not afraid of death. They were warriors that only appeared in legends.
They wore gorgeous and bright armor and held awe-inspiring weapons in their hands. They stood upright like javelins, guarding the king's side. The power hidden in their bodies that was ready to burst out had already broken through the clouds and reached the sky. Following behind them, a total of thirty thousand heavy cavalry slowly entered the battlefield, followed by the Kislöw cavalry, the mule-horse infantry, the dwarven infantry, the wood elven infantry, and at the end, the freemen army.
With the appearance of the first cavalry, the sound of the bugle horn approached from afar, and the Nurgle army outside the city felt great pressure.
This was to be expected. This lineup was really too star-studded — Suria, the Knight King who defeated Sigwald; Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake; Berchemund, the Red Dragon Duke; François, who defeated Kemmler Heinrich twice; the wise and brave Regent Laun; the brave and hot-blooded Kalad who shook the old world; the grassroots Marshal Raymond; the female Tsar Katarín; the famous general Zhukov of Kislöw; the Twilight Sisters of the Wood Elves; the Lord of the Tarsyn Woodlands, Aralos the Brave; the Great Monarch of the Northka Dwarves, Veronica the Speaker of the Sorceress Assembly; and Cardo Diego, who joined halfway but shocked the world.
There were also two hundred Knights of the Holy Grail following closely behind.
Which one of these people was not a famous figure, and which one of them was not a hero with illustrious military achievements?
But now, no one could compare to the knight who was riding at the front, standing proudly at the front of thirty thousand cavalry. As the sun shone on his body, everything about him was shrouded in a layer of halo.
Laing -Macado stretched out his hand to signal the knights to stop. His face was calm, and his brows were slightly furrowed. In his sight, Brunswick was burning, and at least seventy black smoke rose from the east and south walls. The number of the Nurgle army was as large as the sea, and also like a swamp forest covered by reptiles. In the rainstorm, the flames on the four walls of the city soared into the sky, like a sail against the wind, jumping and undulating on the towering rocks. Under the push of the storm, the poisonous plague flowers were attached to the once glorious giant sculptures, and the light of magic echoed with Moscrib's Evil Moon.
Brunswick was like an island in a storm, a stubborn stone under a tsunami.
The iris army flag fluttered, the lion flag shone under the sun, and the holy statue of the goddess in the lake always emitted a holy light. The knights saw the arrival of the power of destruction with their own eyes. They saw the heart of the Empire burning, and the gate of the city had been hammered out of shape by the giant battering ram. Many people had never seen such a huge enemy, and at least half of the Crusade Army had never left Brittany. They could not help but hold their breath.
"Line up." It was not until Laing's calm voice sounded that everyone woke up from a dream. The knights urgently and quickly assembled the army. The knights of all the duchies were now mixed together. On this day, they were not Lyonnesians, Muxillons, Wynfordians, Borderos, Carcassonians, or other duchies. They were all Brittany.
Laing rode on Grape II and sped past the front line like lightning.
"Berchemund, attack the left wing."
"Yes!"
"Lauan, attack the right wing."
"Understood."
"François, Kalad, follow the royal flag and charge with me!"
"Yes, sir!"
"The knights will charge first. The mounted infantry will cover the flanks. The dwarves and wood elves will follow behind. The elite infantry and the Old Guard will follow at the back."
"Yes, sir!"
After a series of orders were given, the knights of the Crusade Army quickly got into formation. The servants also brought Laing his war mount, the Griffin Impris. Laing flipped over and mounted the Griffin. The wild Impris stretched its wings vigorously.
"Knights, my brothers, after a long journey, we have finally arrived here." Laing's voice passed through the sea of clouds. The Knight King laughed loudly, "Now, what is left for us is incomparably pure. My brothers, you have seen it. Opposite us is the famous Nurgle army. Their number is several times that of ours, and their strength is also several times that of ours. I know that many of you are very tired on the way here. I have asked you a lot, a lot, but today, I still have very high requirements for you, just because we are Brittany knights! We are duty-bound, and it is natural for us to do so! "
"For the Lady!" The knights burst into cheers, "It is our duty, and it is natural for us to do so!"
"We are the best knights in the world. Now, let us prove it!" Laing watched the Pegasus Knights rise into the sky one after another. Looking at the enthusiastic and wild smiles on the faces of the 30,000 heavy cavalry, and listening to the roars that were like the eruption of mountains and rivers, he felt a burst of satisfaction, "Knights, where are your lances pointing?"
"Where the King points, we will point!"
"Knights, are you afraid?"
"My Lord is here, fear not! Fear not! Fear not! "
The inspiring shouts penetrated the clouds, and the figure of the Goddess of the Lake appeared in the clouds. The Goddess smiled appreciatively at her brave knights and shed tears for them. She silently chanted the holy words, and the divine power surged, and the sun shone on the earth. On this day, every soldier of the Holy War army was blessed by the Goddess.
The lance brigade was ready, and Laing looked at his people with incomparable pride and sadness. The Sun King knew very well that many people would die here today.
But those young faces, those brave, passionate, and vivid souls, would always shine magnificently in this decaying and decaying world. This was immortality.
"Then, let us rush to Charlemagne's throne, the walls of Brunswick, follow the King's flag, follow me, Laing -Macado, to start this ultimate battle of chivalry. Let us use our lances to pierce the chaos, let us use our swords to destroy evil, let us teach Nurgle and the bastards under his command what fear is from Brittany!"
"This is the final battle. Let us unite until death, until the end, until the end of the world!"
"Forward! Forward! Forward! "
"For the Lady! For Brittany, for the Old World and all civilizations, knights, follow the King, use our courage to break through the darkness! "
"Until the end of the world!"
"Forward, son of Brittany!!!"
"Toot, toot, toot." The horns sounded.
The Old World was once again stirred by the sound of the hooves of the son of Brittany.
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