Barrimont Castle was located in the northern part of the Duchy of Lyonassi. It was a small castle guarded by only a few knights and two to three hundred soldiers. It was mainly used to control the sparsely populated areas nearby.
Laing thought that it was not strange that the castle was attacked by the serfs. After all, many of the knights in the castle were imprisoned in Brunswick, the capital of the Empire.
Laing knew what the serfs' rebellion meant, but he knew that he had no excuse to get involved. For now, he could only watch from the sidelines.
He had to reorganize the army and train the new army as soon as possible.
In the northern wasteland, thousands of barbarian soldiers were gathering on the coast of the Skalinski tribe.
They were all warriors who believed in Chaos. From the most basic barbarian plunderers to the champion warriors of the barbarian race and the warriors chosen by the gods of Chaos, a large army was gathered at the seaside, waiting for the arrival of the dragon boat.
Three hundred of the king's most elite guards, the Scarlet Guards, were standing on the cliff, protecting their leader.
In the cold wind, the king of the Skalinski tribe, "Red Eye" Egil Stillbjorn, was standing on the edge of the cliff. Two people were standing behind him.
They were his most trusted champion of Chaos, Haldorn, and his adopted son, who was also a powerful wizard of Chaos. His name was Chakley.
This wizard of Chaos was from Brittany. He came from a small fishing boat that drifted across the sea to the northern wasteland and arrived at the coast of the Skalinski tribe.
This was a child who had awakened his magic talent. Normally, if a child like this could be sent to the Royal Wizard Academy of the Empire or the Wizard Alliance of the Southern Kingdom to study, he would be sent out quickly. Otherwise, the Lake God's prophets would have sensed his presence and taken him away.
The ignorant serfs did not have the ability to send their children out to study magic, and they did not want their children to be taken away. Therefore, this child was placed on the fishing boat and given some food to help him escape his fate.
The foolish actions of the serfs could not save the child at all. When the fishing boat drifted to the coast of the northern wasteland, the child had already been corrupted by Chaos and had become a terrifying Chaos Sorcerer.
The first time Egil saw this child, he thought that he was a gift from the God of Darkness. He took him in as his adopted son, and after a few decades, this adopted son became a legendary Chaos Wizard who could summon Chaos Demons.
This was the consequence of allowing children to awaken their magical talents. If these children were allowed to grow up, they would end up either as servants of Chaos or as portals to Chaos.
"I will lead 5,000 troops to the south first. Haldorn, you wait here for the Chaos Dwarves and more troops to gather." Egil said to his second-in-command, Haldorn, "Chaos Dwarf Lord Zumala will be joining you with his Infernal Cannon."
"My king, our army has yet to be assembled. Why are you in such a hurry to go south? The chiefs of the various tribes are still leading their armies towards here." Haldorn was a tall Chaos Champion in scarlet armor. He said to Egil.
"I can't wait any longer. The will of the great God wants me to go south, so I must go south." Egil was wearing Chaos Armor and holding his Infernal Battleaxe. Scarlet aura erupted from his body. "I am the Blood God's Chosen Champion."
"According to the oracle of the great Blood God, the woman who can give birth to a son is in the south, on an island in the north of the Brittany Lyonnasai Principality. She is called Landry. I can feel the oracle of the Blood God. Only endless blood and slaughter can please the Blood God." Chaos Wizard Chakoi said, "Without enough slaughter, heads, and blood, the Blood God will not give Godfather a real boy."
Egil nodded. "That is why Chakoi and I will lead 5,000 troops to the south first. The remaining 30,000 can arrive later and wait for the dwarves to arrive before we set off."
"Yes, my king!" Haldorn replied loudly.
The barbarian army led by 100 dragonships set off first. The black dragonships carried destruction and headed south.
The 100 dragonships passed through the Claw Sea. Even though the spring storms did not stop, with Khorne's blessing, the black fleet was not damaged at all.
King Egil of Skalinth stood proudly at the front of the dragonship. Winds, storms, and whirlpools could not stop the dragonships. This was a gift from the Blood God. This undoubtedly represented the strength of the northerners.
"Father." Chaos Wizard Chakoi came out of the cabin and saw Egil standing on the deck of the dragonship. The Chaos Wizard could barely open his eyes due to the strong winds and waves.
The Chosen Champion of Khorne stood at the front of the ship like a god. The raging winds and rolling waves seemed so small in front of him. He wore Chaos Brass Armor, with spikes and rings decorating his body. The skulls hanging from the iron bars behind him spoke of Egil's glory.
He was the Chosen Champion of Khorne, the warrior favored by the Blood God, and the King of Skalinth who had dominated the northern wastelands and the Chaos Wastelands for centuries.
"In three more days, we will pass through the storm and reach the Duchy of Lyonassi." Chakoi tried his best to say to Egil, "The natives of the south will not expect our dragonships to pass through the storm. They will definitely be caught off guard."
Chakoi thought his adoptive father would be happy to hear this news.
However, Egil did not say anything. The Chosen Champion of Blood God hid his appearance in his brass helmet. The top of his tall helmet had the insignia of the eight pillars that belonged to Khorne. Only a pair of pale white eyes glowed with a blood-red light.
"Father?" Chakeyi's hood was blown away, revealing his severely mutated face. The Chaos Sorcerer's face was full of warts, and there was an extra horn on his head. There was a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead, and there was a white eyeball inside.
"The destruction of the southerners is already destined," Egil said calmly. Egil said calmly. His deep voice was like a mountain, shaking people's hearts. "The southerners have given up on the salvation of the gods, and they have also given up on real civilization. Only by believing in the true four gods of the north can they have a chance to redeem themselves. Then, their only ending is destruction. I will bring true civilization and faith."
"Now, I am here. The cowardly southerners will be destroyed. Only blood and glory will last forever."
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Landry Town, Lyonassi Duchy.
This was the northwestern part of the Duchy of Lyonassi. Along the long coastline of the Duchy of Lyonassi, there was a huge northwest coast and islands. This place was very rich and had a large population. Many residents lived here. Because of the large amount of seafood that could be caught here, the serfs lived a good life. Therefore, the residents here prayed to the Lake Fairy almost every day. They prayed to the Lake Fairy to protect them from being swallowed by the turbulent sea or attacked by the barbarian pirates in the north.
It seemed that because of the Lake Fairy's protection, Landry was always quiet and peaceful.
Today, as usual, the fishermen were praying to the Lake Fairy on the beach.
Normally, the knights would not allow the serfs to worship the Lake Fairy. The serfs usually worshipped other gods in the old world, such as Shalia, the Goddess of Mercy, Yuric, the God of War, Moore, the God of Death, Mannen, the Goddess of Earth, Laurel, the Goddess of Wisdom and Justice, Flenna, the Goddess of War, and the three main gods of the Southern Sect of the Empire, the God of Justice, the God of Life, and the God of Magic.
However, the Lake Fairy was so deeply rooted in Brittany that people were willing to recite the holy name of the goddess. The knights also did not want to stop the serfs from worshipping their lady.
It was the same in the island of Landry. The residents here were more willing to believe that the Lake Fairy's protection had allowed them to return safely from the storm and the waves.
On the beach, several fishermen were kneeling and praying. "Praise the Lady! Thank you for giving us peace. "
An old fisherman took the lead in praying. His tanned skin was full of wrinkles. He looked at the sky sadly and sighed in his heart.
This year's harvest was not good. The island did not produce any decent crops at all. Landry was already a rich island. Most of the serfs' meals were still fish, and they could only eat some black bread for dinner.
Fortunately, the serfs here didn't starve to the point of starvation, so they could still survive.
There was a storm at sea these days, so the fishermen could not go out to sea. They prayed and complained about the bad weather. Then, they prepared to return to their homes in the fishing village and spend the day in the warm fire and complicated work.
At this moment, a few black dots appeared at the end of the horizon.
"Hey? What's that? "Looking at the black dots, the serfs looked around curiously.
The old fisherman also looked at the black dots in the distance with a puzzled gaze. He had a bad feeling.
The few black dots then turned into more than ten, more than twenty, and then even more black dots. As time passed, the fishermen realized that they were probably boats.
"It's strange that boats can be sailed in this stormy weather," a serf muttered. "What does this mean? This means that the storm may not be so big. Should we also try to go out to sea? We'll catch as many as we can. "
"Hey, you," another serf said sarcastically. Another serf said sarcastically, "Those are big ships, first-class ships. That's your lousy fishing boat that has been repaired many times. Look, it's big and sturdy. It can definitely withstand the wind and waves."
The serfs were still looking around curiously.
As the black dots got closer, they gradually revealed their full appearance.
These were several black dragon boats. The beasts were huge dragon heads and skeletons. The huge sails were printed with a black octagonal formation, looming in the storm.
The old fisherman looked at the black mark on the sails in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes hard.
What he saw was still a black mark.
"It's … It's over." The old fisherman's knees went soft, and he almost fell to the ground. The serf next to him quickly supported him. "Old Wood, what's wrong with you?"
"It's … It's the end. Our end is here." The old fisherman's face was filled with sadness, anger, helplessness, and most of all, deep fear. "The north, the north's disaster is here. Destruction is coming, and everything is dying. That's the northern barbarian fleet. They've come to Landry. We're … finished!"
"The northern barbarian fleet?" The serfs were shocked. They quickly grabbed the old fisherman. "Impossible, isn't there a storm in the north? How could the northern barbarian fleet come to us? "
"No, this is definitely the northern barbarian fleet. I can't be wrong." There was only fear left on the old fisherman's face. This kind of fear went deep into his bones. He was pale, trembling, and sweating. "I can't be wrong, because I've experienced it."
"When I was eight years old, my father went out to sea early in the morning to fish, but it was different from a normal trip out to sea. He left in the morning and returned home in the afternoon. With fear on his face, he stuffed me into the cellar under my room and told me not to come out no matter what I heard."
"For the whole day, I heard countless sounds. Those terrible screams, cries for help, and the sound of burning flames … When the reinforcements carried me out of the cellar, I saw ruins. The houses were burning in the fire, and the whole village had turned into hell. Everyone was killed, and their skulls were piled high like a mountain. My father was torn in half, and my mother was impaled to death with a wooden stake … I was the only survivor in the village."
"That's the northern barbarians' masterpiece. That's the octagonal emblem of Chaos. I can't be wrong, I can't be wrong. They didn't forget me, they just didn't take my life. They left me here and let me drag out an ignoble existence. Now they're back to collect interest. We're … finished."
The serfs were pale with fright. They looked at each other, packed their things, and ran away.
Only the old fisherman knelt quietly on the beach.
The dragonships approached. Under the octagonal emblem of Chaos and the eight-pillar emblem of Blood God Khorne, the hundred dragonships from the Skalinski tribe gradually approached the beach. The beach was full of fishermen screaming and running for their lives.
As the first dragonship landed on the beach, hundreds and thousands of Skalinski barbarian warriors roared and walked down the dragonships. These bloodthirsty axe-wielders stepped onto the beach and charged at the fishermen who were running for their lives.
The king of the Skalinski tribe, "Red Eye" Egil, came down from the largest dragonship. He took one step at a time, then pulled out his hell axe and chopped the old fisherman who was begging for his life in half. "What a cowardly southerner. Only southerners would kneel and beg for mercy."
"Pass down my orders. Every southerner who dares to resist us will be given a dignified death with axes and swords. Every southerner who surrenders and gives up will be impaled to death with wooden stakes! Kill every living thing you see and offer their heads and blood to the great Blood God! "
"Oh! Oh! " The barbarian warriors and marauders responded to Egil's orders in a frenzy. They cruelly killed every living thing they saw and took everything they saw.
The villages in the distance were immediately engulfed in flames and smoke. The weak defenders and the weak resistance were immediately reduced to nothingness.
"Let these rotten and backward southerners experience the superiority of us northerners! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, heads to the throne! For blood and glory! For Khorne! "
"For Khorne!"
On this day, dozens of villages along the coast of Landry were turned into ruins. Thousands of Brittany were slaughtered, and no one was spared.
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