After the first day of fierce attacks, Egil returned to the tent outside the city with a belly full of anger.
The king of Skarinth was full of anger, which was rare for Egil. However, he knew that his son was now in the hands of the Brittany.
Chaos Wizard Chakoi walked in and comforted his adoptive father. "Father, don't worry. The Brittany are knights. They won't hurt women and children."
"Alright, let me be alone for a while." Egil gestured for Chakoi to leave.
The chaos wizard saw that Egil was in a fit of anger and did not continue to persuade him. He bowed and left the tent.
Egil was thinking.
First of all, he had to break through Lyonassai's castle. Otherwise, he would lose his son forever. This was simple. After surveying the waters, he had already found a way to break through Lyonassai's castle.
Secondly, he had to make sure that the Brittany would not act out of desperation and kill the mother and son.
Egil tried to think with his head, which was a painful thing for the Chosen One of Khorus. But after centuries of training, Egil was no longer the kind of idiot who only knew how to hack. His anger was a means to a kill, not an end. He controlled his anger, not his anger controlled him.
Egil was still sitting on his throne of skulls, thinking about how to save his son. Suddenly, a noise came from the wind screen at the entrance of the tent.
"Chakoi, didn't I tell you to let me be alone for a while?!" Egil said angrily.
"Egil, you're a stone in a manure pit. You're a scrap of iron. You're a pile of disgusting trash!" The one who came in was not the Chaos Sorcerer Chakley, but the Chaos Dwarf Lord Zumalar. This dwarf, who was only 1.4 meters tall, had a pale face and bloodshot eyes. He glared at Egil and roared angrily, "I'm here to demand an explanation from you."
"Oh? My 'ally' wants an explanation from me? "Egil sneered. He noticed the battle axe in Zumala's hand.
"This is not the same as the agreement between us, Egil!" Zumala roared at Egil. "Do you still remember our agreement?"
"Alliance? Ah, I remember. Why don't you tell me? "Egil was also furious. He thought that the Chaos Dwarf in front of him was courting death!
"Our agreement was that I would provide you with cannons, and you would provide me with slaves and gold." Zumala was furious. He puffed out white smoke. "But we've already fought all the way to the capital of this human kingdom. Where are the slaves you promised? You left some slaves for us when we conquered the seaside town. But now, you've slaughtered every human you see, and you haven't protected my cannons! "
"You deserve it for not protecting the cannons!" Egil roared impatiently. "Get out of here, Zumara! I don't want to kill you yet! "
"You're the one who should get lost!" The Chaos Dwarf Lord raised his axe. "Enough, you coward, face me!"
"Alright!" The Infernal Battleaxe appeared in Egil's hand. "Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"
The two of them immediately started a duel.
The sound of the solid obsidian Infernal Battleaxe and the Hellforged Steel that smelted the power of Chaos roared in Egil's tent. The barbarians thought that something had happened, but they soon realized that this was a sacred duel between the champions.
The duel between the champions was the only rule that the barbarians had to abide by. Both the Scarlet Guards and the other Chaos Champions gave up on interfering and watched the duel.
Egil was twice as tall as Zumalara. The Chosen One of Khorne's champions was undoubtedly one of the greatest warriors of the barbarian race. Every attack he made tore through space and left bloody cracks in it. In the midst of the pain of losing his beloved son, Egil's movements were even more powerful than usual. Every strike of his was powerful enough to shatter steel and destroy everything.
But the Chaos Dwarf in front of him was no pushover either. Zumalar had been training in the Dark Realm for centuries, and the strength and martial skills contained in his short stature amazed even the battle-hardened barbarians. He held the axe with both hands, and it was as firm as a mountain as it withstood the gale-like steel. No matter how violent Egil's attacks were, Zumalar did not fall.
This fierce duel did not give the onlookers a chance to take a breather. Egil's axe slashed madly at Zumala. Zumala raised his axe with both hands to block, and the axe creaked. Egil found that he still could not move an inch. He used the axe in his right hand to attack the weak points of Zumala's defense, but Zumala was always able to dodge. On the contrary, the Chaos Dwarf Lord had to give Egil a big present!
Zumala suddenly pulled out a hand cannon from behind him. The hand cannon was filled with evil ammunition. He suddenly used all his strength to deflect Egil's attack. A ferocious smile appeared on the Chaos Dwarf Lord's face. He aimed the hand cannon at Egil and fired four shots in a row.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. Scattershot, white smoke, and red flames scattered from the hand cannon. Even Egil was forced back by the Chaos Dwarf's hand cannon, and then disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Zumala threw the hand cannon away and raised his axe again. He was ready to give Egil a fatal blow.
At that moment, red flames burned in the cloud of dust. White smoke rose from several places on Egil's body and he was bleeding. The Khorne Chosen Champion was not bothered by these wounds at all. He released the flames of the Blessing of Khorne. The flames broke through Zumala's defense and caused the Chaos Dwarf to lose sight. Egil seized the opportunity and appeared in front of Zumala in an instant. He raised his axe high, and blood-red power erupted from Egil's body.
"Kill!"
A blood-red arc flashed, and everything fell silent.
The battle between the champions was over. Egil pulled his axe out of the Chaos Dwarf Lord Zumala's skull that had been split in half. The wounds on his body healed quickly under the Blessing of Khorne. The King of Skalinth roared, "Who else wants to take this opportunity to challenge me?"
There were many barbarians watching, but no one answered. Everyone was silent.
Egil's glowing red eyes looked around at everyone and shone brightly.
He had thought of a way to save his son.
Over the next two days, the barbarians continued to attack Lyonnasai's castle. The knights in the castle also resisted with all their might. Almost every section of the castle wall became a battlefield for both sides. The barbarians only had simple battering rams and ladders. Other than that, they only had the two remaining Chaos Mammoths. They had been injured in the Battle of Nanze and could only barely recover with the help of the Chaos Wizard Chakley's potions.
Wave after wave of barbarian warriors surged up the castle walls like a tide, but they were quickly pushed back. Of course, those guarding the castle walls were the remaining elites of the Brittanians, but the remaining twenty thousand barbarians were also veterans. They were clad in black heavy armor, but they could move freely. Wave after wave, they charged at the castle walls, not giving the Brittanians any chance to rest.
This kind of reckless attack not only hurt the knights, but also the barbarians. However, Egil's order was absolute. The barbarians kept attacking Lyonnasai's defense line with their own flesh and blood.
On the afternoon of the third day, Egil secretly brought the two Chaos Champions, Korwendoff and Haldorn, and led the Scarlet Guards to the waters near the castle. The seawater slapped against the towering city walls and steep cliffs. Compared to the bloody battlefield in the distance, this inconspicuous corner was relatively quiet. The barbarians obviously wouldn't use this as their main point of attack.
Today, Egil was going to prove that the stupid Brittany would be completely defeated by his power.
The Scarlet Guards followed Egil into the water. The water was seven to eight meters deep and five to six meters shallow, but it did not pose much of an obstacle to these Chaos Chosen Warriors who were affected by the mutation.
Following the stench, the Chosen One Khorne found a cave under the water. The cave was filled with human excrement and sewage.
Lyonnasai's castle discharged sewage into the sea through this cave.
This castle had not experienced a war for 500 years. Duke Dalhead was severely injured, and Uhles was not familiar with Lyonnasai's castle. Egil did not want to give the Grail Knight more time to understand the castle's defense.
With two swings of his axe, the iron gate that was used to seal the entrance of the sewer was cut open by Egil. The great Chosen One took the lead and was the first to enter the sewer. He faced all kinds of disgusting dirty water, food waste, and human feces that came at him without any hesitation.
Under Egil's lead, the three hundred Scarlet Guards followed him into the sewer.
Inside the city, the knights were still trying their best to resist the attack of the barbarian army. Scenes of fierce battles could be seen everywhere on the city walls. The knights who were guarding the north gate were blocking the city gate. On the other side of the city gate came a series of trembling sounds. It was the sound of battering rams hitting the city gate.
The knights' morale was low. They vaguely remembered their defeat in the Nanz Plains a few days ago. Now, the roars of the Skalins and the beating of the war drums were endless outside the castle.
The knights could still hold on, but the serfs were already scared out of their wits. No matter how hard the supervising knights tried to suppress them, they could not continue to fight. Many of the serfs fled in all directions. They discussed in private that if the castle was breached, they would have a new lord to serve them. They did not want to risk their lives like this.
Just when the defenders' morale was at its lowest, Egil and his Chosen Warriors of Chaos rushed out of the manure pit and dealt a fatal blow to the defenders of Lyonassai. Egil immediately led these elites to the castle gate and slaughtered all resistance along the way. A Grail Knight guarding the north gate had a fierce duel with Egil. However, the Chosen Warriors of Khorne were like the incarnation of the Blood God. It did not take him much effort to kill the Grail Knight and then split the castle gate open with his axe.
The Chosen Warriors of Chaos, who were shouting "Glory to Khorne," swarmed into the castle. Every Chosen Warrior of Chaos, who was wrapped in evil armor, used bloody and fresh skulls as a trophy to declare their cruel piety. Egil and his barbarian army disdainfully slaughtered all the enemies who stood in their way. Their armor and bones were reduced to dust. Huge battle axes flashed in their hands, as if they were happy to drink the blood of their masters. Egil's body turned into a hurricane of death. Whirlwind slashed around the whole street. Wails and screams filled the air under his axes. Every unfortunate enemy's limbs and heads were sent flying in all directions. He slaughtered every life. He roared, roared, laughed, and sang the Battle Song of Noska. He was intoxicated by the screams of the dying, listening to the sweet sound of broken necks, crushed skulls, and blood spurting out when the axes cut into flesh.
Until the Holy Grail Knight Captain Ulles stepped forward. He relied on his excellent martial arts to resist Egil's fierce attack. However, Ulles could resist Egil. It was an indisputable fact that the whole castle was falling.
The Brittany knights were defeated. They were forced to retreat to the inner castle of the castle.
Thousands of Brittany were about to be slaughtered, but Egil signaled all the barbarians to stop. Many barbarians were confused, but the king's order was absolute. They had no choice but to stop. The Brittany did not know why the barbarians did that. They just hurriedly sped up their escape. A large number of serfs, freemen, and nobles fled madly into the inner castle until the suspension bridge and the iron gate were completely closed in front of Egil.
Egil looked at the fleeing southerners with disdain. He just stood there quietly. Then, he signaled the Chaos Wizard Chakley to be his translator. Chakley began to shout at the inner castle.
"I am Egil Stillbjorn, the supreme king of Skalinth, the Soul Killer and the Slayer of Noska. Weak Brittany, please listen to what I'm about to say!"
The knights on the inner castle looked at the tall blood-red figure standing under the castle wall. They all felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. The Grail Knight Captain Ulles frowned.
Earl Laing's reinforcements had not arrived yet?
"My axe has drunk the flesh and blood of at least ten thousand people. I have traveled alone in the land of the great gods in the north. I have once dived into the deep sea alone to kill a giant sea serpent and spent two days dragging its body to the shore. I have once strangled a frost troll to death with my bare hands. I have once entered the Frost Kingdom to hunt a giant chaos giant. I have once used my power to kill a Doomsday Dragon on the highest mountain of Noska and dug out its heart from its chest."
"I am Egil Stillbjorn, the Chosen Champion of the great Blood God Khorne!"
Egil was full of glory and power as he raised his axe and pointed it at Ulles who was standing on the castle wall.
"In my several centuries of life, I have never given my enemies a chance. But I know that my ancestor, Svenka of Skalinth, was once defeated by a powerful Grail Knight, Marcus, in Brittany. I have never seen it as a disgrace. So now, I offer the Brittany a challenge, a chance to save you from your defeat!"
"Send out your strongest warriors! We will fight it out here. If I win, please return my woman and my son! I know she is with you. If I lose, my army and I will show you mercy. I will kill myself. My army will leave your land and kingdom and never come back! I swear in the name of the Blood God Khorne! "
"I demand a duel with your champion!"
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