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After Gerzbad's momentary excitement, the green-skinned warlord immediately realized a problem. There were too few people around him. There were only a dozen brats and a group of Goblins. They weren't green enough, nor were they waaagh enough!
Time to go back and gather the horde!
Gerzbad's choice may have been wise because it allowed him to escape the bombardment of the Sea God's fleet, but this green-skinned warlord had also lost the initiative of the entire battle. When he left the half-roasted fart that was still screaming and retreating, the Sea God's fleet was already slowly approaching the shore.
Laing and Bellegar led the army and landed on the shore.
Bellegar raised the Hammer of Angrund and held the Shield of Resistance in his hand. His Angrund Guards carried the runestone that symbolized the glory of his family. The King of Eight Peak Mountain sighed. "Once again, we're back in the Wretched Land. Once again, we'll face the Green Warlords. Brother Laing, do you smell the stench of the Green Warlords in the air?"
"I only smell the dry smell and the smell of war in the air." Laing was fully armed. His mount, the Griffin Empris, was equipped with a full set of equipment made by Vulcan himself. Empris was very excited and kept waving his sharp claws. He could not wait to go all out.
The army began to land one after another. The Brittany Knights, a large number of infantry, various new armies, and the Dwarven army landed on the deserted land of the Wretched Land. Then, under the protection of the crowd, Veronica's witches also set foot on the Wretched Land. The witches faced the hot and dry air. They did not feel tired and tired from the journey. On the contrary, their faces were full of excitement.
A slender and beautiful official witch walked up to Kalad. "Lord Kalad, I'm Catherine. My mentor arranged for me to assist you. If you have any instructions, please let me know."
"Follow me. Also, protect yourself." Kalad unsheathed his godly sword, Durandale, which was left to him by Ulean. For Kalad, it was not just a weapon, but something more noble and glorious. When he held the hilt of the sword, he could feel Ulean's spirit and will always accompany him.
Now, he was ready to fight.
When the barbarian Orc warlord Gerzbad gathered all of his men, thousands of Green Dwarfs condensed into a vast green ocean, ready to attack the enemy, he was stunned for a moment.
Thousands of Humans and Dwarven allied armies were coming towards him.
When the Brittany Knights marched, it was probably the most beautiful scene in the Old World. Their lances were like a forest, and their exquisite horse armor reflected bright light under the sun. Hundreds of heraldic patterns representing different noble bloodlines were marked on them. In this war, the Kingdom of Brittany sent out all the elites. A thousand years ago, the Green Warlords wreaked havoc and almost destroyed the entire Brittany. A thousand years later, the Knights returned to the Wretched Land and launched a counterattack against the Green Warlords, these ancient and evil creatures.
Faster than the Knights were the Dwarven cannons. Dozens of Dwarven cannons were ready to fire. Dozens of solid cannons were shot out of the barrels amidst the explosive roars, whistling towards the eternal enemy of the Dwarves. The dense cannons landed in the distance as far as the eye could see. They exploded in the waves formed by the Barbarian Warlords, setting off waves of smoke that were higher than the previous.
Many of the Apprentice Witches and Serf Soldiers who had just joined the army and did not have much combat experience were secretly delighted and excited when they saw the power of the huge cannons. Many of the Serfs even secretly thought that even the Green Warlords would be scared out of their wits in the face of such a powerful cannon attack. Perhaps there was no need for close combat in this war at all?
The Brittany Knights and Dwarves thought the exact opposite of the Serfs. They could only remain silent and clench their weapons tightly.
After a few seconds, the smoke dispersed, and a group of fierce roars suddenly burst out from the front. Every knight knew that sound since they were squires. It was something that had been deeply engraved in their minds since their earliest days. The enemies of these knights since their ancestors could be wiped out, burned, and defeated thousands of times, but they would always come back.
"Prepare for battle!" Laing directly raised his warhammer — Mjolnir. He rode on the Griffin. The Knight King's roar spread throughout the battlefield. "Musketeers, longbowmen, prepare!"
“waaagh！”
“waaaaagh！”
The smoke dispersed, and a dense group of Green Warlords appeared. Their red eyes were filled with rage and excitement. The stench of their bodies and the smell of the earth filled their bodies. Every Green Warlord was more than two meters tall. Hundreds of Green Warlords were aggressive. They roared loudly, and one after another in the wilderness responded to their roars. The largest of the Green Warlords did not wear any armor. They staggered and rushed forward, even knocking away their companions.
These monsters, who had gone through countless trials and tribulations over a long period of time, waved their clubs and simple weapons decorated with symbols of strength with their well-defined muscular arms. They were like a herd of cows swarming in a stampede.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
As the Green Warlords approached, the army began to open fire. Hundreds of muskets fired at the same time. What a grand scene! Dense smoke accompanied the bullets as they shot out of the barrels. The longbowmen from Bastogne raised their arrows and aimed at the sky, releasing a rain of arrows one after another. The Savage Beastmen charging at the front immediately fell down in droves. These Green Dwarfs without armor were clearly very afraid of the power of long-range weapons. After three volleys of arrows, two to three hundred Green Dwarfs fell down.
But even more Green Warlords rushed forward!
"Steady! Steady! " Leon noticed that the main force of the Green Dwarfs was attacking the human army. Clearly, even the most reckless Green Dwarfs felt that his army was the easiest to deal with. The Knight King immediately ordered the axe-wielding serf infantry to go forward and block the front line. Many serf soldiers who were facing such a battle for the first time could feel their hands trembling.
"WAAAAGH!" The first Savage Beastman approached. It was a big green-skinned Beastman! Its body was engraved with tattoos. It wore its own fangs and the head of a loser. Its shoulders and chest had two bloody holes that were shot by muskets. The bloody holes were still smoking. There were even two arrows in its head, but it did not seem to feel any pain at all! With a wave of its club, the two serfs at the front were immediately smashed into minced meat. The three rows of axes and spears were swallowed by hundreds of Green Warlords in the blink of an eye!
A serf regiment was instantly crippled in a few minutes. Hundreds of serfs died on the spot. They were torn into minced meat and smashed into minced meat by the Green Warlords. But their efforts were not in vain. At the beginning, the Green Warlords' sudden collision made one's hair stand on end. The powerful collision sent both Humans and Orcs flying. But not long after charging into the front line, the speed and power of the Green Warlords quickly slowed down and were forced into a tangled battle.
"Fire!" The Dwarven Thunder Gunners quickly noticed the Green Warlord. The chief engineer of the Angrand clan, Harhav, pointed at it, raised his musket, and was the first to pull the trigger.
The concentrated fire of a dozen muskets blasted a dozen bloody holes in the Green Warlord's body. It finally let out a scream and fell to the ground after killing five or six axes and spears.
"Fey's Light of Protection!" At this time, the witches finally recovered from their fear. Under Veronica's command, the witch apprentices collectively cast spells. The power of magic helped the Green Warlords who had fallen into panic. Both sides began a fierce battle on the Evil Lands.
The Dwarven army was coming from the side to surround them!
When the serfs in the front line fell, the army at the back immediately followed up. The serf swordsman regiment, serf spear regiment, and halberd soldiers were thrown into the battle one after another. On the other hand, the Old Guard and the elite Bastogne Beast Butchers did not move. On the contrary, Bellegar led the Dwarven army to join the battle and began to besiege the Green Warlords who were trapped in the axes and spears.
In the distance, thick smoke billowed. The Green Warlords had arrived!
"Pick up your weapons!" At this time, Kalad also gave the order. He drew his sword and charged forward.
Behind him, the knights formed a large formation of mounted spears.
"Charge!" Along with the ear-piercing battle cry, the Brittanian knights formed a formation of spears and charged towards the enemy. The spears formed a turbulent wave, and the sound of hooves thundered as they charged towards the enemy with the momentum of an avalanche, even though there was no such thing as an avalanche in this place.
Veronica finally made her move just as the two sides were about to clash. Sorceress Garlan rode atop a pure-blooded elven pegasus. She raised her Wand of Yuntini and chanted a spell in the air. A blinding light shone from behind the knights. The light was so blinding that the green-skinned war boars couldn't even open their eyes! They all reached out to cover their eyes. The light was hot enough to burn the eyes of the Green Warlords and cover the entire battlefield!
What followed was a powerful collision. The charging formation of thousands of knights sent the battle boars and the Green Dwarfs flying. The sound of metal clashing could be heard everywhere. The knights' lances pierced through flesh and blood, and the Green Dwarfs smashed through armor.
There was no mercy. There was no mercy.
One man and one steed, Kaladin slaughtered his way through the thick formation of the Green Dwarfs. None of the resilient and robust Green Dwarfs could last more than a single round against this divine champion. Everything around him was engulfed by his dazzling and lethal storm of blades. Therefore, any Green Dwarfs that attempted to stop him were either beheaded or decapitated. Durandale spun back and forth, feasting on the flesh and blood of the Green Dwarfs and the blood of the Brittanians' archenemy.
The Holy Grail Knight Fedmond and the Holy Grail Knight Anthelm were fighting behind him. Roaring, the Brittanian cavalry swept away all the enemies in front of them. They directly crashed into the oncoming war boar boys from the side. Several Holy Grail Knights in the lead waved their swords wildly. The war boar boys fighting with them went from rage to excitement, to hesitation, and finally to fear, until they collapsed.
"For the Lady! For the Brittany! "
"For the Lady!"
Wave after wave of angry roars filled the battlefield. The knights' charge from the side was devastating. Their charge was like a flood breaking a dam, destroying and drowning the Green Warlords in droves. Soon, the Green Warlords collapsed in front of Kalad and his knights. Their black blood flowed into a small river. The Wretched Lands were littered with the flesh and blood of the Green Warlords.
A Giant was thrown into the battlefield. At first, it caused a lot of trouble for the knights, but Kalad was already prepared. Almost a second after seeing the Giant enter the battlefield, Kalad immediately shouted to the witch who was firmly protected by a dozen squires, "Mark it! Miss Catherine! "
"Yes!" Catherine was already prepared. She immediately raised her Radiant Flame Skull Staff and a mark of Akasha's Wind appeared almost instantly on the Giant. Then, the Radiant Fire Sorceress released the spell that she had prepared for a long time. "Fireball!"
A one-meter-diameter ball of fire elemental air flew directly towards the Giant. Sensing danger, the Giant immediately raised its arms. The fireball smashed into its arms and exploded. Under the billowing smoke and the loud explosion, the Giant let out a painful cry. It took a few steps back and both of its arms were charred black. Its right hand was crippled.
But it wasn't over yet. Sensing the magical mark, the official witches and apprentices in the vicinity immediately released fireball spells at the mark! Five to six washbasin-sized fireballs pierced through the air and bombarded the Giant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After a round of concentrated fire, the Giant was blasted to death on the spot. A portion of the Green Warlords behind it were crushed to death, while the rest fled in panic.
"Beautiful!" Kalad was expressionless. He only nodded slightly. His Durandale drew an arc in the air and beheaded a goblin leader on the spot. Fresh blood splattered all over Kalad's body.
The army continued to advance. At this time, the Green Warlord, Gerzbad, had felt real fear. He led more than 200 Wild Orcs … or less, trying to escape.
However, Laing had no intention of giving the Green Warlords any chance. The Knight King immediately ordered the Pegasus Knights to descend from the sky and rush to the battlefield, sweeping everything in front of them. Gerzbad immediately realized that he was facing attacks from all directions. The knights surrounded him and charged back and forth. The Green Warlord held a simple battle axe in his hand and intended to break through the siege in the direction of the Giant Tower. However, hundreds of knights rushed towards him and forced him to turn around. On the other side, the Pegasus Knights were slaughtering him.
Gerzbad let out a roar of anger and fear. He wanted to retreat in another direction. When he took two steps, he realized that he was the only Green Warlord left on the battlefield. The Brittany knights and infantrymen were approaching from all directions.
“waaaaagh！” Gerzbad was extremely angry. He let out a final roar, raised his battle axe, and rushed towards Kalad who was the closest to him. "Canned shrimp, I'm not done with you!"
Five minutes later, Kalad grabbed Gerzbad's head in disdain and raised it high in front of everyone. Black blood was still dripping from the neck of the green-skinned warlord, sprinkling on the barren and dry land of the Wretched Land.
"My king! The first blood of the expedition! "Kalad raised his head and shouted at Laing.
"Kalad! Kalad! Kalad! " The entire army broke out into loud cheers. After a long journey, the army of knights had finally begun their expedition with a glorious victory!
"The war is not over!" Laing nodded with satisfaction. The Knight King raised his battle hammer. "Soldiers, our time has come! Listen to my orders! "
Everyone's eyes were on Laing. Many people's eyes were even red and green.
"Now! Let's start looting! Everything of the Green Skin belongs to us! "
"Ahhhhh!"
"Long live the king!"
Under the angry roar of the army, the expeditionary army entered the Giant Tower and began to plunder and massacre. Under the desire for wealth and the restraint of the spirit of chivalry, the soldiers of the expeditionary army carried out a terrifying looting of the Giant Tower. The looting lasted from morning to night. No one was left alive in the former important Green Skin stronghold of the Wretched Land of the West. Facing the Green Skin, any mercy and chivalry were not needed.
The huge statues of the Green Skin gods, Brother What and Brother Hell, with thousands of years of history, were knocked down and smashed. Any gold, silver, and shiny things were dug out from the statues and taken away. Large amounts of Green Skin collections and piled up gold and silver wealth were plundered. There were also locally produced precious table salt and iron ore, as well as the treasures that the Green Skin had plundered in the battle with the Tomb King, the Arabians, and the dwarves. All of them became the spoils of war of the expeditionary army. The serfs frantically collected everything they saw, and the knights also filled their bags with gold, silver, gems, and treasures.
After a whole day of looting, Veronica summoned a big fire and completely burned the entire Green Skin stronghold to ashes and a piece of white land.
"Let them hate as long as they are afraid."
— — Brittany Knight King, "Devout" Laing -Macado
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