Count Laing of Glamorgan, Marquis Connery of Ascot, François of Vanford, and Bodrick, Duke of Bordero, were discussing the plan to send reinforcements.
"There's a storm on the sea right now. The fleet can't leave the port." Bodrick shook his head at Laing and François. "The storm is too big. Mannen's will can't be disobeyed. If the fleet leaves the port by force, it will be destroyed."
"Then we can't send reinforcements to Lyonasai through the sea." Laing looked at François helplessly. "If … and I'm saying if, Lyonasai really needs reinforcements, then we can only go by land."
"Did Dalhead ask us for help?" Bodrick suddenly asked Laing and François.
"… No." Laing and François shook their heads.
"We didn't ask for reinforcements, and we didn't write a letter. If we rashly led our troops to reinforce Dalhead, it would still be fine if we won. At most, we would be considered trespassing. But if we lost … Hey, Ryan, Francois, do you believe that Dalhead would blame us for the loss?" Bodrick suddenly laughed in a strange tone. Duke of Bordero and Duke of Lyonasai actually didn't get along well. Both of their territories had long coastlines, and Bodrick was a major trading port. Naturally, there was a lot of competition between them.
That was why Bodrick wasn't that interested in sending reinforcements to Lyonasai. Out of chivalry, he wouldn't disregard the greater good and refuse to send reinforcements.
He would send an army and some money. What Bodrick meant was that these people would be under Laing's command. The rest had nothing to do with him. If this was in the Empire, the Kurfürst wouldn't care about chivalry. If they didn't get along well, they wouldn't send reinforcements to each other.
It made sense for Bodrick to do so. If Lyonassai Castle fell, no one knew if the barbarians would attack Culona from the east or continue south to attack Muxilon and Bordero. He had to be prepared.
"I agree. Laing, go back and gather the army. We'll wait for the Lady's oracle or Dalhead's request for reinforcements." François said to Laing, "I'll send Jerrold and Connelly to lead an army to protect Culona. We'll also send some food there."
"Understood." Laing nodded. His territory was already preparing for war.
… …
Barymont Castle in the North of Lyonasai.
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Hundreds of serf rioters took advantage of this opportunity to come here. They received a hint from an unknown person. After receiving guidance, they pretended to be serfs in distress, saying that their village had been plundered and asking for help from the knights.
The knights agreed without hesitation. As soon as he opened the gates, the unsuspecting knights were killed by the rioters using pitchforks, pitchforks, and hoes. Then the serfs occupied the castle. They elected a serf leader called Nero to be their's' 'leader.
The serf leader raised his banner high and proclaimed himself the '' lord of Barymont Castle. '' He proposed a slogan that made the serfs happy. "Divide the land equally. Whoever planted it gets to own it. If there's food, everyone will eat together. If there's clothes, everyone will wear together. Everyone will eat and wear together. Everyone will eat and dress warmly. We will build a truly equal, independent kingdom free of the knights' 'exploitation.
So the rioting serfs gathered at Barymont Castle and pledged their loyalty to Nero.
However, after a few days of good days, the serfs began to feel that something was wrong.
First of all, Nero, the self-proclaimed 'lord of Barymont Castle, didn't produce. The serfs around him who rioted with him didn't produce either. They opened the castle's granary and ate, drank, and played all day long. They lived in the castle's best room, drank the knight's cellar wine, slept on the knight's bed, and played with the knight's wife and daughter. After filling their stomachs, the leftovers were thrown away at will. Many serfs outside were still hungry.
The grains in the granary were soon spoiled by Nero and his companions. This time, Castle Lord and his partners would starve. Therefore, Nero immediately ordered that all the grains in the hands of the serfs should be "turned in" as the "national treasury". All the surplus money and grains would belong to the "national treasury".
The food and money that went to the 'national treasury' were used and spent by Nero and others at will. Any serfs who raised objections were brutally retaliated by them. They were either executed or assassinated. Nero also set up a lot of wooden stakes outside the castle, which were specially used to execute serfs who opposed him.
Many serfs then understood that the knights were very disciplined in many cases, and the means that the serfs used to deal with their own people were cruel and vicious. Their behavior was even more cruel than that of the knights.
At this time, the barbarians from the north invaded. Seeing that the situation was not good, Nero and others took their trusted subordinates and ran away with money and food, leaving the helpless and rioting serfs to the barbarians from the north.
The serfs had no equipment and no training, so it was impossible for them to fight against the barbarian army. So some of them ran away, while the rest of the serfs tried their best to gather some food. They knelt by the roadside and begged for mercy.
What answered them was the battle-ax of the northern barbarians: "Go to hell! Lowly southerners! "
The northern barbarians did not take prisoners at all. Except for a very small number of prisoners of war who were used as food for the Chaos Hellfire Cannon, all the Brittany were slaughtered. Their heads were piled up and made into altars.
When Egil's army marched into Barymont Castle, there were more wooden stakes outside the castle than ever before. Thousands of headless corpses of surrendered serfs were impaled on them.
Leading Chaos Sorcerer Chakley, Chaos Champion Korwendoff, Chaos Champion Yar, Chaos Champion Haldorn, and Chaos Dwarf Lord Zumalar, Chaos Champion Zumalar, and the others, they strode into Barrimont Castle.
"These southerners may not be as weak as we thought." Egil looked at the map, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone.
The news that Ulles received was that Tours Castle had fallen, but that was not the case.
The Holy Grail Knight Eisen led three thousand vanguards to defend Tours Castle. He fought back two waves of barbarian attacks, killed the chiefs of three small tribes and several barbarian champions, and ensured the evacuation of the residents. Then, when he received news from the scouts that the Chaos Mammoth and the Chaos Hellfire Cannon were approaching, Eisen knew that his mission was complete. So he ordered a retreat and escorted all the residents to Lyonassai Castle, leaving an empty castle for Egil.
In a fit of rage, Egil killed several chiefs of small tribes. He realized that the southerners were not as weak as he thought, especially the Holy Grail Knight, who had piqued his interest.
"The previous plan has been scrapped. My original plan was to reach Lyonassai Castle before the southerners' army gathered, but now it seems that plan is almost impossible. We've spent too much time on Tours Castle." Egil pointed his finger at Tours Castle and Lyonassai Castle, which was dozens of kilometers south of Tours Castle. "Now, the southerners must have gathered a large number of troops."
"That's right. The scouts reported the same thing." Chaos Champion Kowendev nodded. He was wearing a double-horned dragon helmet and black plate armor. The blood-red patterns on his body were extremely ferocious. His face was filled with rage. "I really want to kill all the lowly southerners!"
"It's not that easy, father." Chaos Wizard Chakley remained calm. "The Brittany knights are known as the strongest knights in the old world. We have to be careful when dealing with them. Otherwise, we may suffer a heavy blow. We don't have many knights."
"Yes." Egil nodded. There were very few warhorses in the northern wasteland. Their warhorses were usually called Noska warhorses. This type of horse was a scavenger. It was cold, weak, and weak. There were only 500 knights in the 30,000 barbarians' army, and most of them were light cavalry.
After listening to Chakoi's detailed explanation, Egil understood that the knights of Brittania valued their reputation. The knights of Lyonassai did not know much about their own army, but under such hatred, they were bound to face them head-on. Duke Dalhaid could not just sit in his castle and watch the barbarian army run amok in his duchy. He also urgently needed to eliminate the barbarian army, or at least drive them out of his country.
Therefore, a field battle was imperative.
Egil, the Chosen of Terror Champion who had dominated the north for centuries, immediately started thinking. He suddenly realized that it was time to lure the Brittany knights out of the castle and fight outside the city.
"Set up a formation in the Nanz Plains. Tell all the troops to listen to my orders!" After Egil finished his thought process, he ordered, "We will have a decisive battle with the knights of Brittania here!"
The Nanz Plains was 80 miles north of Lyonassai's castle and 20 miles south of Barrimont's castle. It was a narrow plain filled with hills. There were rocks and trees everywhere, which could effectively block the heavy cavalry.
"Yes!" The Chaos Champions received the order and left the tent. Egil's body surged with a blood-red aura. He looked at the corner of the tent.
A woman named Hannes, who used to be called Elizabeth, was sitting there. Although only two weeks had passed, her belly was already round. A life was growing inside. Under Khorne's blessing, the little life was growing at an extraordinary speed. After countless sacrifices, Egil not only respected the Blood God Khorne and satisfied him with the heads of countless southerners, but also respected the other three gods. Thus, this little life was also growing under the watchful eyes of the four gods.
This was the son Egil had always dreamed of.
Hannes' face was very pale. She noticed that Egil was looking at her. His eyes were somewhat evasive, not daring to look directly at the Chosen of Terror Champion.
Egil snorted and walked out of the tent.
When the child is born, you will be useless.
Wait, my son, wait. I will use the greatest victory and the greatest sacrifice to welcome your birth. You will become the heir of my great kingdom. You will grow up under Khorne's favor and become the most glorious Son of Chaos in history.
Just you watch, my son!
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