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In the middle of the battlefield, a battle between the champions began.
The battle between Kalad and Ufrik was a match made in heaven. Both of them were unparalleled warriors of their respective civilizations. Kalad's legend had been around for many years and continued to spread. Other than Laing, he was the fastest Holy Grail Knight to complete the trial of the Holy Grail in recent years. After completing the trial, this Holy Grail Knight who had suffered and lost all his family members proved his loyalty to the Goddess and turned the tide in many battles.
During the Eight Peaks Expedition, Kalad completed his glorious feat. He killed the Ghost King Straga and Queen Lemia Nefrata's adjutant, as well as a large group of green-skinned warlords. He became famous in the Old World.
Similarly, Ufrik was also a warrior of Northca. He rarely lost in dozens of duels. The dozens of skulls and even two skeletons hanging on his body were proof of the strength of this God's Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos.
Out of respect, Ufrik took the initiative to challenge Kalad to a duel. Out of honor and faith, Kalad could not refuse such a request. Historically, the battles between the Brittany and the Northca always ended in a duel between the champions.
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios Uvric was extremely fast. The wanderer blessed by the Four Gods of Chaos was like a giant wolf from the ice field, emitting a bloodthirsty killing intent. The only thing that could be seen was his figure moving back and forth like a phantom. The only thing that could be seen was the afterimage of his brown fur. Like rolling clouds, he struck the gap between Kalad's shoulder armor. The Frostbite left a cold trail in the air, stirring up a cloud of dust on the battlefield.
Kalad moved his feet coldly. The three dwarven enchantment runes on his armor shone brightly, flashing with a light that made Ufrik wary. The cold frost on the Frostbite was easily neutralized by the armor. The power of the curse from the Chaos and the Northca Icefield could not penetrate this epic rune master's masterpiece. On the contrary, the golden flames on the divine sword Durandel were intimidating.
'Frost Bite' and 'Durandale' collided with each other. The collision of the two forces forced both sides to take a step back. Durandale's blade erupted with golden flame ripples, while 'Frost Bite' radiated cold air in all directions. The two divine weapons collided head-on.
"You are destined to fail, Knight King! Your head will become my Lord's wine and be enshrined on my altar in Northca.. "Ufrik attacked fiercely as he chattered. His attacks were powerful and heavy, all aimed at Kalad's neck.
Kalad did not understand Ufrick's Norse language. It was the Low Gothic language of the Empire and a localized variant of the Norse language. Those who were not familiar with the Norse language would not be able to understand it if they did not listen carefully. The Great Holy Grail did not say much. He swung the divine sword in his hand and closed in on Ufrick. He spun around with one leg and slashed up and down. Durandale parried the blade of the Frost Bite and suddenly attacked Ufrick's abdomen.
The Wanderer blocked the attack with all his might. Frostbite and Durandale clashed. The Wanderer could feel the terrifying power of Kalad's blade and was forced to retreat. Kalad launched a swift and fierce attack in an attempt to break a hole in Ufrick's defense. Kalad's attack was swift and fierce, trying to break a hole in Ufrick's defense.
But Uvric knew that he couldn't give Kalad a chance. He knew what kind of armor Kalad was wearing. It was a full-body armor made of dwarven Vibranium Grimnil runes. Even if Uvric's Frostbite didn't hit any vital points, it would only leave a mark on the armor at most.
Therefore, Ufrik knew that he had to be extra careful. Otherwise, his legend in Brittany would come to an end.
Kalad's ferocious attacks were like a never-ending storm on the Chaos Sea. Ulvric resisted with all his might, turning into a reef on the shore. He raised the skull shield in his other hand. His defense was dense, careful, and full of power. He blocked Kalad's series of fierce attacks like the cold wind of Noska for ten thousand years.
Durandel's blade cut off the bones blessed by Chaos and the markings of the evil gods on the skull shield. The divine power of the Lake Nymphs expelled the corruption from Chaos. Ufrik looked at the damage on the surface of his shield with heartache. "You had the chance to be guided by a true god, but you gave your loyalty to a false god," the Wanderer mocked.
"Too slow!" Kalad said coldly. The wrath of the Lake Nymphs fell rapidly with the sound of clashing blades and the sound of thunder breaking through the air. Durandel's blade smashed into the middle of the skull shield, producing a series of cracking sounds. The ground under Ufrik's feet shattered, and the Wanderer's figure shrank.
"You are very strong, Knight King. If it were any other champion of Northka, this set would have been taken away, wouldn't it?" Ufrek raised his shield and knocked Kalad away. He continued to roar, "Your father is really something, Leon! Your father had to die giving birth to a child, but didn't he still insist on giving birth to a child like you? "
"…" Kalad's attack collided with Uvric's unparalleled strength. He paused for a moment before launching a series of fierce attacks at the Wanderer. Durandale's attack grazed past Uvric's shoulder armor and sliced off half of it. At the same time, the skeleton hanging on the Wanderer's body was also chopped into pieces.
The strike shook Ufrik, and the Wanderer unleashed his fury. Taking advantage of Kalad's hindrance, he strode forward, stabilized his footing, and struck with all his might. The two weapons collided without a trace, and only sparks flew in the air. In the fierce battle, the two peerless warriors of different races were like messengers of the gods. This made the other troops on the battlefield feel as if they had mistakenly entered a battle between the gods.
Just as Kalad and Ulfric were engaged in a fierce battle, the situation on the battlefield was rapidly changing.
The Northka army that had reached the beach found it difficult to gain the upper hand against the Brittany army. They were indeed fearless and dared to charge fearlessly, but the Brittany's tenacity and discipline far exceeded the Northka army's expectations. The barbarians suffered terrible casualties in the line of fire, and the marauders were not at an advantage in close combat either. At first, both sides were evenly matched.
But as the Brittany artillery entered the battlefield, the situation quickly changed.
"Ready! Fire! " The Muxilong engineer, Thomas, signaled the artillery troops to reload. The Blazing Sun Rocket Launchers and Muxilong Cannon Launchers fired dozens of terrifying rockets and artillery shells at the distant barbarians. Amidst the magnificent fireworks display, hundreds of barbarians were blasted into pieces just like that. Severed limbs flew all over the sky. The sturdy artillery shells continuously hammered into the enemy's front line. Every artillery strike was like a cold iron plough plowing out bloody trenches in the enemy's army. Then, it would explode and take away the lives of several barbarians.
The second round of bombardment was more than twice as powerful as the first. After the first round of firing, the Muxilon's engineers, who had graduated from the Nur Firearms Academy, quickly calculated the trajectory of the projectiles and measured the optimal distance. The artillery hurriedly changed the angle of the projectiles.
The barbarians were bombarded by heavy artillery. Coupled with the fact that they couldn't charge down after a few waves, and without Ufrik's command, the smoke and flames of war on the beach began to show signs of wavering.
What? Ask the Noska monster gangs, mammoths, and Noska ice trolls. Where were the elites that could topple the infantry line in a few hits?
They were on the dozens of rows of dragonships outside the pier! The monster gangs and mammoths were squeezed at the back of the dragonship fleet, but they couldn't find a chance to dock!
Ufrik's dragonship fleet was now like a crowded nest of ants. They were all squeezed in the narrow sea outside the Chantillon pier. The dragonships at the front had docked on shore. The Noskans, who were lightly equipped and only armed with melee weapons, swarmed out of the dragonships and started killing and looting when they couldn't kill anyone. Even though the town of Chantillon had been cleared out once after receiving a warning, there were still some things in the town that couldn't be moved. Those things were treasures to the Noskans.
The dragonships at the front didn't move away, and the raiders were still loading things into them. The dragonships at the back were squeezed together and couldn't dock. The remaining dozen or so barbarian squads, large groups of monsters, and even Zeech's Chosen One, Maze Watcher, were all stuck at the back. They couldn't join the battle for the time being.
As for why Ufrik wasn't commanding, it was because he was in the middle of a fierce battle with the champion of Kalad!
Just like that, the barbarians, who clearly outnumbered the Brittany, were pushed back by the elite infantry and artillery support. Under the command of Marquis Turas, the soldiers steadily pushed forward. With the suppression of the dwarven crossbows, longbows, and muskets, as well as artillery support, the Noskans were gradually losing ground. Even the bravest of the Khorasan believers didn't know what to do. They couldn't charge down, and they could only wait to be defeated if they stayed where they were.
It seemed that the Brittany had gained the upper hand in this battle.
But things weren't that easy. At this moment, Zeitgeist, the Labyrinth Guardian, finally led the champions of the 'Beasts of the Horde' onto the dock. Both Marquis Tulas and Belial were too focused on commanding the infantry. At this moment, the ranger knights on the right flank couldn't wait any longer.
"Knights, it's time to make a name for yourself!" As the barbarians retreated, the two thousand knights and squires on the right flank were filled with passion and impulsiveness. Their lances were already at the ready. Seeing the Noskan army crumbling, the knights couldn't bear to lose their honor and glory to the peasants on foot. A few young knights shouted, "It's time to charge, my brothers! For the Lady and the King, for the Brittany, let us chase these sinful and filthy Northlanders away from the land the Lady has bestowed upon us!"
"Forward!" Then, most of the knights let out a blood-boiling roar and began to move forward.
"We haven't received the order to charge!" At this time, only a few Rangers who were still conscious shouted, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the sound of the horn. Most of the Rangers led a small number of Rangers to charge, and the few Rangers who were still conscious did not want to be left behind.
"For the Lady! For the Brittany! "
The mighty ranger knights formed a dozen sharp arrowheads, and rushed towards the barbarians. Then, they rushed into the center of the storm.
On the other side, Toras and Belia were dumbfounded by this scene. General Meretskov even screamed, "No, this can't be! This isn't right! Stop them! Commander Belia, Sir Toras, stop them!"
"No! How can the knights charge without the support of infantry?! "Marquis Turas shouted in shock. He immediately signaled for his squire to blow the horn for retreat.
It was useless. The knights couldn't hear him. All they could see now was the Northka barbarians and the glory they sought in their dreams.
Zech, the Chosen One of the Labyrinth Guardians, was chanting a divine spell to summon a Chaos Demon to assist in the battle. However, he soon noticed the cavalry formation charging from the left. The sound of more than two thousand ranger knights charging and the momentum of ten thousand galloping horses made Zech gasp in amazement. He liked changes, especially on the battlefield.
"Everything is going according to plan!" Egick screamed. "Eagle!"
The Northka Barbarian Marauders quickly obeyed and formed a neat line of defense.
"Ha!" One after another, large boxes and bundles of spears made of wood were carried down from the dragon hammer. There were thousands of spears in total!
"Sly!" The spears were sent to the frontlines.
As for the knights, they carried the force of a thousand catties and filled the sky with dust, rolling over.
In the next second, Tzeentch chose to cast a large-scale group reinforcement spell on the entire battlefield. Then, Edgic-Labyrinth Watcher immediately ordered, "Trap!!!"
"Ahhhh!" The Nosikas immediately put down their shields and axes. They grabbed their spears from the ground and formed a magnificent spear formation on the battlefield. The spear formation was as dense as a hedgehog. Every spear was reinforced by Tzeentch's God's Chosen magic and was extremely tough!
This was the secret weapon that the Northka barbarians had prepared to deal with the Brittany knights! Three thousand spears that were more than two and a half meters long!
The charging wave of the knights stopped instantly. The long spears pierced the bellies of the horses, their necks, and the gaps in the armor of the knights. In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the neighs of the horses and the cries of the knights!
Almost all the knights in the first row fell off their horses. Many of them were stabbed to death on the spot. Even if the remaining knights were not injured, they were still dizzy from the fall. The merciless Northka barbarians would not let go of such an opportunity. A Northka warrior swung his axe at the helmet of a knight. The knight's helmet exploded like a chicken chop. Blood and brain matter spurted out of the knight's helmet and he died instantly.
Most of the knights in the second row fell off their horses, followed by the third and fourth rows. This time, not only did the charge not achieve anything, it became a terrifying massacre. The barbarians gathered from all directions and tasted the flesh of the knights with their axes and spears. More than ten knights were trapped in the spear formation. Those in the front wanted to retreat while those in the back wanted to advance. In just a few minutes, the ambitious and hot-blooded knights were pierced into a beehive. The cavalrymen and infantrymen who fell off their horses were trampled into meat paste by their companions. The Northka barbarians brutally charged up and killed more than four hundred knights and squires in just one charge.
Some of the knights drew their swords and fought back, causing some damage. However, the Northka barbarians were best at chaotic battles. The small amount of resistance was quickly crushed.
Under the heavy casualties, the bravery of the Ranger Knights instantly disappeared. These people shouted, "Our army is defeated!", "The Lady's protection has been lost!", "Save me, my Lady!", and they scattered into dozens of groups and fled from the battlefield.
"A knight who has never failed a charge isn't a good knight," Marquis Tulas said with a pained expression. Marquis Tulas could only say bitterly, "This might be a good way for them to grow, but the price is rather high …"
"Very well, it's our turn now!" Turas glanced at Ulvric and Kalad, who were still fighting, and gave his second order.
The Brittany didn't do a good job of restraining the knights' charge, but the Northka barbarians faced the same problem.
A spell that covered the entire battlefield exhausted Zech's Chosen One, Ejik, the Labyrinth Keeper. The Wind of Chaos in his body was in a mess, so he had no choice but to stop and rest. Just as he was about to take a breather, the horsemen of the Northka barbarians couldn't wait to present their victory and glory to the Four Gods of Chaos!
Since ancient times, long-distance transportation of warhorses had always been a problem. Only the barbarian barbarians blessed by the evil gods didn't have to worry about that. They couldn't wait to go all out!
Without any hesitation, more than thirty teams of hunters and horsemen led by about five hundred elite Northka barbarians launched a counterattack against the Brittany barbarians!
First turn!
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