Wyverns were generally regarded as one of the scourges of the old world. These creatures were several meters long, lived in dark caves, and built nests on high mountains. These creatures were crazy and irrational. They would attack any enemy that entered their territory, and they often included powerful opponents such as griffins and hippogryphs in their attack range. This made wyverns often die at the hands of those noble animals, but there were also many wyverns that could win those incredible wars. This kind of character and hobby of being immersed in battle were quite similar to the green skin warlords. Therefore, many wyverns chose to become the mounts of the green skin warlords, and this cooperation did not require a reason.
Expedition Knight Kalad frowned. The gray-green figure, the sharp horn on its head, the hooked tail, and the clumsy flapping of its wings in the air. There was no doubt that it was a wyvern.
Moreover, it was a wyvern that came out to look for food due to hunger in winter.
"Hide! Get ready to shoot! " Bellegar's shout made the people react. Under Bellegar's command, the people looked for cover in the wilderness. The dwarves squatted down on the spot, and Bertrand howled, "Get down! Hide! "
The beast's roar resounded through the wilderness. In this hungry winter, it was forced to come out of the cave in the mountains to look for food. At this time, even though the wyvern knew that its actions were very dangerous, it had to eat until it was full!
This made it even more ferocious. It used its wings unskillfully to glide across the sky, spitting out dark red flames from its mouth. The stench of the beast filled the air, making people nauseous.
Almost all the serfs felt fear. They screamed and dodged, and the dwarves scattered to hide. At this time, the wyvern's low IQ was also vividly displayed.
It spat fire too early, which led the serfs to find that the wyvern's flames were at least thirty to forty meters away from them. After escaping in a panic, the serfs gathered under Bertrand's command and raised their longbows and crossbows at the wyvern.
"Fire!" A dense rain of arrows streaked across the sky and flew toward the wyverns. Seeing this scene, Kalad just shook his head calmly. If the wyverns were so easy to deal with, they wouldn't have become one of the famous ferocious beasts.
Sure enough, the dense rain of arrows only touched the wyvern's body. This beast's entire body was covered in hard scales, and ordinary arrows simply couldn't hurt it. On the contrary, it let out a mocking howl. Its wings were afraid of beating, and the dense rain of arrows was continuously knocked down by it. The wyvern proudly howled and prepared to glide and dive down from the sky with a flourish.
Similarly, the dwarves also sneered. The chief engineer of the Angrand clan, Harhaf-Golddigger, raised the dwarven hand cannon in his hand..
"Boom!" The dull roar of the hand cannon suppressed the sound of the battlefield. A sharp explosive bullet tore open the flesh of the wyvern from the side, and a string of dark red blood spurted out in the air. Then, the bullet that was deeply embedded in the wyvern's flesh exploded.
Flesh and blood splattered, and a burnt bloody hole appeared on the back of the beast. It screamed and fell from the sky, landing in the wilderness in the distance.
"The explosive bullet is really a good thing, but it's a pity that it's very rare. We have to put our hopes on the light fire wizard and her apprentice to make it. It's said that only fifty can be produced a month." Belega said to his chief engineer, "If possible, I really hope that all the thunder gunners in our clan are equipped with this thing."
"Good things are always rare," Harhaf-Golddigger said in a low voice. "There's also the explosive bullet. We can also try the power of this thing in this bandit raid."
"Yes."
Seeing the wyverns landing not far away, Kalad frowned.
The dwarves' use of long-range weapons was an act without a sense of honor in Kalad's eyes. On the contrary, they had destroyed Kalad's expectations. He had hoped to use this prey as a sacrifice for the Winter Veil Festival to the Lake Fairy.
However, Kalad knew that he could not ask the dwarves for the standards of chivalry, so the knight dismounted and walked toward the wyvern.
Even though the wyvern was injured, it still maintained a strong ferocity. In other words, because of the injury, it was crazier than before.
"Lady, please continue to bless me to win. My heart, my soul, all belong to you." Kalad said in his heart. He raised the divine sword in his hand, Durandale, and was ready to fight.
Whenever he clenched the sword in his hand, Kalad always felt that Uhles did not seem to have left. The amiable Holy Grail Knight was fighting together with him. The bond of inheritance was formed between the spirit of chivalry. Every time a strong enemy fell in front of him, he always felt that he was one step closer to the Holy Grail.
The injured Twin-legged Flying Dragon roared angrily. It suddenly used Dragon Chariot Charge, opened its mouth wide, and pounced forward.
Kalad swiftly slid sideways. As an expeditionary knight, his body was brimming with boundless strength. Throughout his long life of battle, Kalad had already thoroughly mastered every martial skill in his body. Never before had he felt so effortlessly controlling his body, and never before had he felt so powerful. The wyvern's ferocious jaws and forked tongue only bit the air. Kalad's arms tensed up as Durandale drew a circle in the air, before thrusting it into the wyvern's neck and protruding out.
Taste this, beast, Kalad said in his heart. The recoil from the blade almost sent him flying, but he still stabilized his body. The blade pierced deeply into the wyvern's neck. However, the tight muscles, tough scales, and strong bones prevented the wyvern from being beheaded. On the contrary, Kalad did not try to continue attacking. He immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and raised it in the air.
"Clang!" The venomous sting on the wyvern's tail was blocked by the sword. Kalad cautiously released his fury. He swung his sword and cut off the venomous sting. The wyvern's painful expression made Kalad feel a deep sense of pleasure. He suddenly regretted that he had not been able to behead the wyvern just now. He had missed such a great opportunity, and his battle was forced to be prolonged.
Fighting with wild beasts was not a training exercise, and the wyvern was not a wooden stake. The beast endured the pain and used its sharp horn to push against Kalad's chest. The well-made plate armor made a twisting sound, and Kalad felt a dull pain in his chest. He swung his sword and counterattacked. The sharp blade grazed the wyvern's horn, and sparks flew. Facing the wyvern's fierce attack again, Kalad had no choice but to withdraw his sword to block. His body flew out and landed on the ground four or five meters away.
His internal organs were in pain. Kalad felt that he should be able to get up, and he did. Fortunately, after the wyvern repelled him, it was attacked from the side. Sir Bertrand's arrow with the power of sparks sneaked a sneak attack on the monster. "Sir Kalad, do you need help?"
"…" Kalad clenched the hilt of his sword in his hand. He was thinking about what made him fall from an advantage to a disadvantage. Arrogance? Underestimation of the enemy? Or arrogance?
This is indeed another test from the Lady. If I die, or this monster dies, Kalad thought. He refused Bertrand's help. He wanted to face the wyvern alone.
Kalad raised his sword again and dashed forward. Now, the wyvern was heavily injured. The monster, who had lost too much blood, was forced to realize that it had to use all its strength to escape. But Kalad would not give it the chance. "For the Lady!"
Durandale once again stabbed into the wyvern's neck. Blood spurted out from the wound and soaked the blade of the longsword. It also dyed Kaladin's robe and the surrounding snow red. Amidst the excruciating pain, the wyvern frantically twisted its body, causing Kaladin to almost be flung away. The expeditionary knight tenaciously controlled his body. He drew out his sword and viciously stabbed into the wyvern's bloody maw. "In the name of the Lady! I sentence you to death! Monster! "
The sound of the blade tearing flesh came one after another. The wyvern screamed and tried to flap its wings, but Kalad did not intend to give his enemy any more chances. He held the wyvern's horn with one hand and used the other hand to thrust the blade into the monster's head with force.
"Woo … woo … woo … woo …" As the blade went deeper, the monster gradually stopped moving. Its body stiffened for a while and finally stopped moving completely.
"Ah … forthelady …" At this time, Kalad's body was damaged in many places. He took a deep breath and cut off the wyvern's head with his sword. Then the expeditionary knight knelt down devoutly. He prayed to the head, thanking the Lady for giving him victory.
The expeditionary knight's prayer was not in vain. In the mist and the light that belonged to the Lake Goddess, a beautiful figure loomed in the thick fog. She smiled at Kalad and then dissipated into nothingness.
Seeing the figure of the Lady of the Lake flash away, the serfs all knelt down.
Kalad only felt an indescribable sense of relief in his heart. The goddess of the lake had blessed his battle, which made him even more powerful.
"Are all the Knights of the Holy Grail in this country trained like this?" In the distance, Belega muttered to himself, "God, this is too difficult. How many people will die like this?"
"But I am very envious … I don't even have the qualifications to carry out an expedition." Sir Bertrand stroked his beard. He then shouted, "Lord Kalad, do you need to rest?"
"No, this is just a small episode in the journey. You can go and clean up the battlefield." Kalad shook his head indifferently. This was just a tithe he gave to the Lady of the Lake during his journey.
The soldiers immediately surrounded the wyvern, especially Bertrand. He pulled out his sharp knife and gouged out the wyvern's heart. The knight wanted to use the wyvern's heart to make new black arrows.
After cleaning up the battlefield, the army continued to move forward.
A day later, the army met up with a team of knight-errant sent by Hagan, Duke of Gisoleiox. The leader of this team of knight-errant was a royal knight named Sir Coulson. "It is an honor to meet you here, King Belega, Lord Kalad, Sir Bertrand."
"My respects to you, Sir Coulson. Where is the stronghold of the rebellion?" Belega asked loudly. "I want to solve the problem quickly and then start building the trading post."
"As you wish, I will take you there."
…
On the mountain road, the serf army squeezed together and moved forward slowly. Captain Raymond held his halberd tightly with both hands. He exhaled a breath of cold air. "Damn, I miss my mother's stew. It is not a good idea to go out to war during the Winter Veil."
"But you are the count's soldier. Since the count has ordered, we must go out to war." Bertrand was walking not far from him, and the new knight looked rather proud. "At least, the count has distributed all the rations to us, and there is a full military pay, right?"
"Yeah, I really didn't think that I, a … … I could actually reach this step. Back then, I thought that the Count only needed someone to help him farm and work, but I … … became a halberd soldier, Raymond. Now, I'm Captain Raymond. I'm eternally grateful to the Count for his promotion, eternally." "What do you think, Ser Bertrand," said the captain, in a low voice, "that my brother Thomas should be apprenticed to the dwarves?" he asked, "What do you think, Ser Bertrand, if I were to send him to the dwarves as an apprentice?"
"Your brother?" Bertrand had five brand-new black arrows in the silver-inlaid quiver behind him.
"Yes, I have an old mother and a younger brother. My mother is currently doing needlework for some old knights in the city. She earns a dozen or so silver coins a month. My younger brother is currently working as an apprentice for a carpenter in the city, but I heard that the carpenters there are limited standards." Raymond seemed to want to say something, but then hesitated.
"I think it's okay. Compared to the dwarves, human craftsmen are much worse." Bertrand suddenly sighed. "When I have a child in the future, I must let him go to school. I support you, Raymond boy."
"Well, then I will go back and talk to Mr. Hex … I should call him Baron now. I will go back and talk to him!" Raymond was very excited to see that he had Bertrand's support. "Thank you for your advice, Sir Bertrand."
"Don't be happy too early, Raymond boy. Think about the things in front of you first!" Bertrand suddenly smiled, "Everything you have is obtained through heroic battles. You have to show your value. Now our dwarven allies are right next to you. If you can impress them, there may be better opportunities waiting for your brother."
"Ah! Good! "
In the Grey Mountains, the rebellious serfs' strongholds were built on the distant mountains. These strongholds were built with very simple wood and stone materials. The rebellious serfs used short bows, stones, and many traps to protect themselves. If this was in the Empire, they would have been suppressed by the Empire's standing army or even conscripted soldiers.
However, in Brittany, the knights really could not do anything to these strongholds. Catapults could not be transported here, and too few people could not capture these strongholds. Too many people were not worth the loss. Duke Hagan needed these troops to help him maintain law and order.
"In the name of the Duke, all rebellious serfs, come out at once and surrender to the noble Duke of Gisoleiox, the rightful heir to the first of the twelve Knights of the Grail!" Sir Coulson shouted towards the stronghold.
The rebellious serfs on the stronghold were dressed in rags. They responded to Sir Coulson's persuasion with a sparse rain of arrows.
"It seems that the negotiation has failed." Kalad frowned.
"No, the negotiation is still going on. I mean, we should change the way we negotiate." Bellegar stood on his ancestral oath stone. "My human friend, there are many ways to negotiate. Your way of negotiation is obviously wrong."
Just behind him, a dwarven heavy cannon had been loaded. The dwarf engineer gave a thumbs up to the stronghold. "Raise the angle by 5 ° 13 ′!"
“5°13′！”
"Fire!"
"Boom!" Amidst the roars of the cannons, the flaming shells flew out and landed on the tower of the stronghold. Earth and wood splashed everywhere. The entire tower, along with the seven or eight rebellious serfs standing on it, were all smashed into pieces.
"Very well, now is the time for negotiation. Sir Coulson, please continue shouting."
"In the name of Duke Hagan, the rebellious serfs immediately come out and surrender to the noble Duke Gisoleiox, the most legitimate successor of the first twelve Grail Knights!"
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