On the city wall, all the knights and citizens were sweating profusely, and their faces were stiff.
From the time they could speak, Brittany's serfs and nobles would teach their children stories one after another. These stories were undoubtedly the stories of the Brittany knights on the battlefield. Among them, the story of the Knights of the Holy Grail was the most popular.
When they got a little older, the noble children would dress up as knights and compete with each other using soft lances. They liked to shout the name of the Lady of the Lake, just like the countless great deeds of the past. The deep belief in the Lady of the Lake would be engraved in the bottom of their hearts. Everyone dreamed of walking on the path of the Holy Grail, receiving the recognition of the Lady of the Lake, and finally becoming a glorious Knight of the Holy Grail, thus fulfilling their lifelong dream.
The Knights of the Holy Grail were living saints in the hearts of Brittany. Their stories and legends were everywhere. Even the children in the most remote villages could recite the fairy tales of the knights.
In the eyes of the people, the Knights of the Holy Grail were the embodiment of the spirit of knights. When the people were helpless, they would shout the name of the Knights of the Holy Grail, as if they were praying to God, asking for protection.
But now, the legend had been shattered. Even the most powerful Knight of the Holy Grail, Ulles, had been killed by Egil. Every Brittany felt that something in their hearts had been broken.
It was the sound of their long-held beliefs and long-held beliefs being broken.
"Sir Ulles …" Kalad, Annara, and the knights of Colona that Ulles had brought with him burst into tears.
Dalhead, Aldrede, and the remaining knights of the Duchy of Lyonasse were all silent. Dalhead opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
"I …" As soon as he opened his mouth, the Duke felt tears in his eyes.
He wanted to cry, but his identity as a duke meant that he could not lose his composure. As a result, tears could only flow down from the corners of his eyes. Dalhead was not only crying for Ulles' death, but also for Lyonnesse.
Egil reached out his hand to stop the wild celebration of the barbarians. He held Ulysses' head in his hand and wiped away the dust on it with his rough hand. The tyrannical Chosen One had won the championship, but his heart was filled with countless emotions. Ulysses was a worthy opponent, and he felt sorry for his opponent's death.
However, the king of Skalinth quickly recovered from his stupor. He hung Ulles' head on the spikes of his armor and raised his battle axe at Dalhead, demanding the return of his woman and son.
"Brittany! I respect your dead champion! King Skalinski's words were not empty. Now, return my woman and my son to me! Otherwise, we will kill every man, woman, and child. We will crush your stone castle and turn every village into ruins! " Egil shouted at the inner castle, "As a sign of respect and remembrance for your champion, I will give you a day to rest! At noon tomorrow, when the sun rises to the highest point, Skalinth will launch the final attack! "
Dalhead was silent. He hesitated for a full 30 seconds. Looking at the approaching barbarian army in front of the inner castle, he wanted to immediately give the order to kill Y 'lisabet and the child in her belly, but he knew that he could not. The reason why he spared Y' lisabet's life was because he still had a final bargaining chip in his hand.
Right now, he was like a gambler who had lost everything. He had nothing left, but he had to keep his promise to the Knights of the Holy Grail. Since Ulles had promised, he had to keep his promise.
This was a sign of respect for the oath. Since he had agreed to the championship, he had to respect the result of the battle.
The woman named Hangest was put in an iron cage and sent out of the inner castle.
When Egil saw that the woman's belly was already showing signs of pregnancy, he smiled in satisfaction. He could feel a deep sense of joy. In this atmosphere, it seemed that the victory of the championship was not that important anymore.
What no one knew was that Egil had also reached his limit under Uleth's attacks. The Chosen of Khorne champion, to a certain extent, did not want to force his way into the inner fortress, but he hoped that he could use this method to remember and respect Uleth, a worthy opponent.
Khorasan's Chosen Champion abided by Khorasan's honor. He was willing to keep his word, but that was only against opponents who were worthy of respect. He didn't act recklessly like many other Chaos Champions. He deeply understood that Khorasan's honor couldn't be tarnished. Keeping one's word was only a method, but Egil was willing to magnify this method so that mortals could understand Khorasan's strength and honor.
That was why he gave Ulles basic respect and initiated the championship battle. If he died in the championship battle, it would only prove that he did not deserve to be Khorne's Chosen of Khorne.
Khorne was obviously very satisfied with Egil. Now, Egil was about to welcome his first son.
At night, in Egil's tent, everyone in Skalinth raised their heads in anticipation. The cries of a baby filled the night sky.
It was a cry that caused extreme pain. Not only did it cause waves in the mortal kingdom, but it also created a strong echo in the subspace. It was the power of chaos, the blessing of an evil god. Chaos and madness were everywhere in the realm of chaos. In Skalinth's camp, eight chaos wizards were turned into ashes by the powerful storm of chaos. Only the legendary chaos wizard, Chakoi, was spared.
The barbarian warriors who were not chaos wizards could not sense the wind of chaos. They trembled in the terrifying storm of chaos and knelt down, chanting the name of the evil god they believed in.
Egil's weathered face glistened with tears. He reached out his hands and gently held the baby in his arms.
The child was very strong. His eyes were bright, and they were ice blue like his father's. He held a lump of blood in his hand. His small fist was tightly clenched, symbolizing power and the blessing of the Blood God.
This was a little guy with a torch.
Egil's eyes were red. He reached out his hand and gently stroked the child's face. His son was still very young and could not pick up an axe or a sword. But it was okay. Egil could wait. He could wait. He still had a long life ahead of him.
Chaos Sorcerer Chakeyi finally regained his senses from the terrifying storm of Chaos. He couldn't wait to crawl to Egil's side and happily announced that his foster father's family had a new member. The remaining twenty thousand barbarian warriors cheered loudly for their future chief.
Under the night sky, the camp of Skalinth was as bright as day. A grand celebration was held in the camp of the barbarians. Everyone was enjoying the great victory. Now that the Brittany had lost their championship, all they could do was hide in their castles and wait for the judgment of fate. The barbarians, on the other hand, were eating as much as they could. They broke open the warehouses where the food was stored, attacked every shop and workshop, and robbed everything they saw. They ate the meat, drank the soup, and sang loudly.
There was no reason for the barbarians not to celebrate. They had made a great contribution. They had used the blood and destruction of the Brittany to record their military exploits. Tomorrow, they would attack the only inner castle in Lyonarcy and use the skulls and flesh of the Brittany to decorate the throne of Khorne.
Egil hugged his son happily. He held the baby in his arms for a long time before he remembered that the child's mother, Hengster, or Elizabeth, was lying on a big table with a pale face.
The woman was looking at Egil with pleading eyes.
She didn't want to die. She knew what her fate would be. She was pleading.
Egil didn't respond at all. He waved his hand, and the Chaos Champion, Korwendev, walked in. "My king?"
Egil didn't say a word. He pointed at the woman lying on the bed, then put his four fingers together and cut down.
The tyrannical Chosen of Gods champion shifted his gaze to Korwendev.
Korwendev immediately nodded to show that he understood.
The king of Skalinth held the baby in his arms and walked out of the tent. He drank with the barbarians and celebrated wildly.
"Hiss!" Not long after Egil walked out of the tent, a sound came from inside. Blood stained the rough cloth of the tent red. Egil couldn't help but laugh coldly.
It was supposed to be like this. There were a lot of accidents, but the result was back on track.
What was left was the happy time to celebrate the victory.
Happy times were always short. Egil, who had been celebrating for a few hours, heard an unusually weak horn sound. The horn sound was mighty and majestic. The barbarians who were celebrating wildly were still in a daze. Many of them were dead drunk. They didn't even realize what was going on.
The barbarians had always been like this. They believed in Chaos and were always synonymous with chaos and disorder.
Egil was so overwhelmed by the birth of his son that he didn't arrange for sentries at all. He could feel the alcohol from the two barrels of ale he drank earlier corroding his mind. However, the Khorne Champion quickly overcame the power of the alcohol. He immediately realized that things had changed!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Warriors, pick up your weapons and prepare for battle! " Egil gave the order in a loud voice. The weather suddenly changed, and dark clouds rolled. Then, a huge burning meteor fell from the sky and smashed into the barbarian camp.
The meteor exploded in the camp of the Skalinsians. More than 150 barbarian warriors were killed on the spot. A huge shockwave swept across the entire camp.
At the same time, the sound of cannons thundered in the distance. Several cannonballs flashing with magical light drew beautiful arcs in the air and landed behind the barbarians' camp.
The cannons roared, and the shells exploded. The cannons attacked the barbarians' camp. Every time the cannons fired, more than a dozen barbarian warriors and a large barbarian tent would be killed. These shells were the infamous Blossom Shells. Egil's expression changed drastically when he heard the sound of the cannons. He had been fighting with the Nords Kingdom in the north for many years, so there was no way he wouldn't know what these cannons were.
It was the sound of dwarven cannons!
Brittany … Are there dwarves?
That's not right! Egil shook his head. The Empire and the dwarves had a sacred alliance, and the relationship between Brittany and the dwarves was only so-so. Why would there be the sound of dwarven cannons here?
"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! " The sound of cannons was not fake. No matter what, the honorable champion of the Chosen of Gods would face a powerful enemy and win.
Toot, toot, toot, toot. The sound of a horn sounded. After a night of partying, the sky was already brightening. The Skalinsians' warriors' fighting strength was not affected at all. All the barbarians were ready to fight.
From the other side of the horizon, a huge group of knights appeared in front of the Skalinth tribe. They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and their flags were fluttering in the wind. They were riding swift and fierce horses, and they were in a neat formation. The flag bearer at the front was undoubtedly a Holy Grail Knight. He was wearing a yellow and blue robe with a shiny dwarf mithril plate armor underneath. His golden cape was gently fluttering in the morning breeze. On top of the flag that was raised high up, there was a family coat of arms that the barbarians had never seen before.
The coat of arms was red and white. A sharp sword pierced through a book in the middle. There was a picture of a golden grail in the middle of the book. Two long ribbons extended from the sides of the coat of arms. There was a count's crown on the coat of arms.
"Looks like we're late. Lyonasser has been turned into a pile of rubble." Laing rode on the pure-blooded elf warhorse Grape and whispered to his flag bearer Armand, "I wonder if there are any survivors."
"But now, we must defeat the enemy in front of us!" Laing picked up his war hammer.
Not long ago, his army defeated Mu Xilon's vampire army. When they were still marching towards Lyonasser, Laing felt a terrifying storm of Chaos raging in the subspace. He immediately understood that there must be a powerful being of Chaos performing an evil ritual, or a Chaos Demon being born.
Laing immediately made a decision. He led the knights to the source of the storm of Chaos.
Now, the barbarian army's camp was right in front of them. Not far away, the castle of Lyonasser was engulfed in smoke. Its gate had collapsed.
Laing knew that he might be late, but he had no choice. In order to stop his army, Mathewbard had summoned more than 50,000 zombies and skeletons. These zombies were used to delay Laing's advance. Laing had to spend some time to defeat them. When Mathewbard saw that his plan was successful, he immediately retreated and returned to Mu Xilon.
Moreover, because of Dalhead's hesitation, Laing's army did not get permission to enter Lyonasser. They only rushed over when the castle was surrounded. He knew that he might not be able to make it in time, but he had to destroy the barbarian army on the spot. Otherwise, there would be endless trouble.
"For the Lady, for the Brittany, fire!" Laing ordered. The dwarven cannons roared, shattering Egil's last hope. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of barbarian soldiers were killed by the dwarven cannons.
There were indeed dwarves!
The barbarian army quickly got into formation on the plain. Egil handed his son to the Chaos Champion, Haldorn, who he trusted. Then he picked up his hell axe and walked to the front of the two armies.
He saw Laing's flag. Egil thought for a while and said, "I recognize you. You're Laing Macado, the Chosen One of the false gods in the lake. You were the one who killed the 'Crushing Bear' Birig. You've done a lot in the past few years. Your name can be heard all over the wasteland."
"I also recognize you. You're the King of Skalinth, 'Red Eye' Egil Stillbjorn, the Chosen One of the Khorne." Laing smiled. He used to be a knight of the Kingdom of Nords, so there was no reason for him not to know Egil. Skalinth would come to Nords to raid every few years.
"Here's Uleth's head. You'll be next." Egil didn't care. He pointed at the head of the Grail Knight hanging on his armor and said, "Knights, are you here to seek death?"
The knights were shaken. Many of them saw Uleth's head, and a strong sense of fear rose in their hearts.
Laing raised his war hammer and signaled for everyone to be quiet. Although he was very surprised, he was still calm. "You defeated Uleth?"
"I used to think that this was the most precious gift I could give to the Khorne, but not anymore." Egil had a mocking expression on his face. He raised the Hell Battleaxe and pointed it at Leon. "Your head is the real deal."
"Haha." Laing also sneered.
"I wonder how that crippled idiot sitting on the brass throne will react after losing his Chosen One title?"
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