Auster Territory, near the central mountains.
A large group of refugees from Auster Territory were on their way. There were about a few hundred of them. They were pushing carts, carrying some food and property on their shoulders and hands. They were on the way to escape.
Auster Territory was destroyed. The damned barbarians had rushed over. They easily crossed Kislöw and broke through the defense line of Auster Territory. If Örengrád had not held on for long enough, the people of Auster Territory would have suffered even more.
Since the invasion of Chaos, almost half of the population of Auster Territory had been evacuated to various parts of the Empire. The remaining half either decided to stay behind or could not evacuate in time. They were mercilessly ordered by Motekin to slaughter them. Other than the necessary sacrifices, the army of Chaos did not take any prisoners.
Terror and suffering tortured the people of Auster Territory who had guarded the northern border for the Empire for three thousand years. However, they refused to give up. When the mountains and rivers were destroyed and the people were in a terrible situation, the last of the Auster Territory's knights, battle priests, military nobles, infantry regiment, and militia gathered in Wolfenburg, preparing for the final resistance.
A terrible rumor spread among the people of Auster Territory. It was from the army of Chaos. The Eternal God of Chaos, Black Iron Motekin, accused the people of Auster Territory of the atrocities that Baron Wolfenburg, Oleg Von Zhukov, had caused to his hometown. This was not a aimless slaughter, nor was this a game of the evil gods.
This was revenge. This was revenge. This was in response to everything that Oleg had done!
They had only themselves to blame!
Humans were not a race that could be described as tenacious and strong-willed. At least they were not as strong as the dwarves. The crazy spread of the rumor made many people realize the evil consequences of Oleg's great Northka expedition. For a moment, everyone blamed Oleg for his bold actions.
He was once a hero of the Empire, a great man who was admired by thousands. His actions were praised as heroic as Charlemagne when he went deep into the interior of Northka to kill the barbarians who did not want to obey his rule and the Northka people who believed in Chaos. He was once called the "Conqueror of Northka" by the people of the Empire.
But now, Oleg had become the sinner of the nation. Everyone blamed him, blamed him, and hated him. It only took a few days for everyone to go from loving Oleg to scolding Oleg.
His people selectively forgot the glory brought by the Great Expedition of Northka and the praise of the previous two years. They complained that Oleg had done too much and attracted the attention of the mighty people of Chaos. They complained that Oleg had embarrassed the northerners. They cursed Oleg for being punished by the God of Darkness but dragging down the whole territory.
This was the human race, such a complicated race. Shirking responsibility was an instinct, a part of human nature. Good and evil were manifested so clearly in this race, and so changeable.
However, the people of Auster still decided to resist. They had no choice but to do so. This was also the experience they had gained after fighting with the northern barbarians for three thousand years. There was no reason or logic to speak with Chaos. Their only hope was to resist stubbornly and wait for reinforcements to arrive.
The troops were silent and shrouded in silent grief. The refugees brought their families and left their homes to flee. Their destination was Wolfenburg. Many of the refugees looked at the seven to eight bull knights at the front of the troop, the twenty to thirty knight squires behind them, and a small number of infantrymen behind them. Their expressions were complicated.
It was these people who had attracted Chaos here. But now, the refugees had no choice but to place their hopes on them to protect themselves. The raiding troops of Chaos were everywhere in Auster.
These people were the only remaining elite troops of Auster — the bull knights. The bull knights were the pride of Auster. They were also the personal guards of the Kurfürst family and the most powerful and most trustworthy warriors in the entire territory. Many of them had survived after going through several great battles. Now, only these knights dared to leave Wolfenburg and go to the fallen area of Chaos outside. They gathered the lost soldiers and rescued the refugees before leading them back to Wolfenburg.
Outside was a fallen area of Chaos where the situation was unknown. No one knew how many Army of Chaos was active in Auster. All information from the outside world was cut off. Even the sorcerers' spells could not contact the outside world. The carrier pigeons were also killed. Wolfenburg knew nothing about the situation outside. Therefore, the investigation of the outside world was very important. Wolfenburg desperately wanted to obtain more information. Where were the reinforcements? What was the movement of the Army of Chaos? Were there any castles and villages resisting?
Therefore, Oleg, Baron of Wolfenburg, led a new army formed by a part of the bull knights and a part of the lightly armed forest archers. They were responsible for the investigation outside Wolfenburg.
This team was called the "Investigation Corps".
Baron Wolfenburg, the conqueror of Noska, the Grand Duke of Auster, and the first successor to the Kurfürst position, Oleg von Zhukov was riding on his own horse. Behind him was his deputy, the bull knight captain, Gordon. The two rode side by side and looked at the grassland and forest near the central mountain range. Oleg's strong and wild face was a little sad.
He did not manage to defend von Zhukov's castle. His mother, Ivana, died in the battle. Countless of his people died in the battle.
The blood of the people of Auster was all drained in this invasion.
However, Oleg did not regret it. He never regretted slaughtering and looting the Noska people. He never regretted burning Motekin's hometown, Dragon Castle, into ashes.
This was what the lowly barbarian bastards in the north deserved.
If these bastards did not die out, the Empire would never usher in true peace. This was what his mentor taught Oleg. Eliminate all evil.
"This should be the last batch." Looking at the refugees who were migrating, Oleg said to his deputy, Gordon, "Did you see it clearly? How many young men in the team are ready to fight against the barbarians? "
"If you count all the farmers, coachmen, apprentices, or other workers and peddlers, there are about eighty to ninety people." Gordon was a strong bull knight. His bald head reflected light under the sun. The knight captain shook his head at Oleg, "Too weak. They need at least one or two months of training."
"We can directly train and guide the recruits on the battlefield." Oleg von Zhukov said. Baron Wolfenburg did not care, "Dying on the battlefield is better than dying in the Army of Chaos's search and pursuit."
"Most of them are too old or too young." Gordon continued to shake his head, "You know, my Baron, Auster has now become a hell-like country. There is no one left. All the men of the right age have been recruited and gathered by us. These people can't change the overall situation, at least not among these refugees."
"You have a problem, Gordon." Oleg's eyes suddenly turned cold and ferocious, like a hungry wolf. "You have a problem with me. You blame me. You think that I shouldn't have launched the Northca Expedition and led to this invasion, right?"
"I don't, my Baron …"
"No! You do! " Oleg's voice was filled with extreme anger. Baron Wolfenburg pulled the reins in his hand, "You are complaining, Gordon. You can't fool me. You have a problem with me too, right? You think I did wrong? "
"I didn't!" Captain Gordon replied loudly, "My Baron, I've never thought that your Northca Expedition was wrong. I've always thought that you're the hero of the Empire and the pride of the people of Auster, but …"
"But …" Oleg glared at the bull knights who were holding the two-handed swords.
"But have you ever considered the counterattack of the barbarians?" Gordon also looked directly at Oleg, "This is not your fault, this is all our fault. We have been immersed in glory for too long, so long that we thought the barbarians had no power to resist. Charlemagne above, he is right. Victory is always short-lived. Darkness will always come back, but the Empire is not mentally prepared. Auster is not, you and us are not!"
Oleg was silent. Baron Wolfenburg looked at the bull knights. They were all survivors of the defense of Von Zhukov Castle.
I am not a good alpha wolf.
The young Baron Wolfenburg thought.
I was intoxicated in victory. I let arrogance and complacency engulf my heart. It was my mistake that made my people suffer.
I am sorry, teacher …
"We are all wrong, I admit, but now is not the time to care about this." Oleg admitted his mistake frankly, but his ferocious and aggressive gaze did not change. "We must send these people into Wolfenburg immediately. According to the previous news, the army of Chaos is likely to attack Wolfenburg. Motekin's target is me."
"Yes, my Baron." Gordon did not continue to argue. Both of them knew how urgent the situation was.
At this moment, the two horses in front suddenly began to struggle violently and neighed, especially Oleg's beloved mixed-blood elven warhorse. He had spent a lot of energy, money, and connections to 'import' this warhorse from the palace of King Laing of Brittany. Seeing that the mixed-blood elven warhorse was not in good condition, Oleg immediately used his special ability. He took a deep breath and his expression changed drastically, "This is the smell of Chaos! The enemy is here! "
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "
"Prepare for battle!!!"
The roars of the bull knights made the refugees panic. Auster's people fled in panic and panic. Oleg looked around and did not find the enemy. He immediately ordered, "Tony, take your team and retreat quickly to Wolfenburg!"
"Yes!" A platoon leader of the Empire then led a dozen infantrymen to command the refugees, "Everyone, come here!"
Just when Oleg was still making a judgment, a ball of flame rose into the sky from afar! It flew into the sky like a meteor, and then fell heavily toward where everyone was!
"Spread out!" Baron Wolfenburg roared. The fireball smashed down from the sky. Although they had received the order in advance, a forest archer was still hit by the falling flame and melted into a pile of burning charcoal on the spot.
"Riders of Chaos!"
"Enemy attack!!!"
“Weareunderattack！”
Oleg raised the Sword of Vasilyevich in his hand and roared at the bull knights, "Knights, come up! Archers, get into formation, quickly!!!"
As soon as Baron Wolfenburg's voice fell, in the distant Black Forest, a Chaos Warlock led 20 to 30 Chaos Knights and hundreds of barbarian marauders to rush over at great speed!
The Chaos Warlock in the lead was called Manninggood – Cockroach Tyrant! This was a severely mutated Chaos Warlock. Two cockroach-like tentacles had grown out of his head, and there was a huge sarcoma on his back, full of scalding and highly corrosive bile! The fireball that rose into the sky just now was launched from his back!
"There are not many bull knights, only seven or eight!" Cockroach Tyrant was very excited, "We have more than 200 people, why don't we dare to exchange with them?"
"Manninggood the fierce man is here! Barbarians, advance! For Chaos! "
"For Chaos!"
More than 200 cavalrymen rolled toward Oleg and the others.
Oleg's side was not to be outdone. Eight bull knights and 20 to 30 knight squires charged at full speed amidst ferocious battle cries and roars.
A few seconds later, the cavalrymen of both sides collided directly at the foot of the mountain.
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