The Bull Knights had always been the symbol of bravery and fearlessness, and the pride of the people of Auster. During the Noska Expedition, this group of Bull Knights had followed Oleg von Zhukov deep into the interior of Noska and won countless glory, but also saved a lot of lives. Many Noskans had never left the interior in their lives, nor had they participated in any plundering of the South, but Oleg's hatred of the Noskans was through the roof. After all, there had been countless invasions and counter-invasions in the past 3,000 years, and the blood feud between the people of Auster and the northern barbarians could only be ended through bloodshed.
It could only be said that this was not a world suitable for the Holy Mother. The Chaos side and the Order side were destined to fight to the death.
Because of this, the Bull Knights were also Motekin's must-kill targets. Any Chaos Warrior who hunted a Bull Knight could be promoted by the Eternal God, so in order to be promoted, many people were willing to take risks.
Manning Good the Cockroach, the Warlock of Chaos, was one of them.
This Warlock of Chaos came from the northern wastelands. He was not a Chosen One, but relied on countless trials and tribulations to get to where he was today and become a Warlock of Chaos.
However, everything about this Warlock of Chaos was shrouded in fog. So far, no information about Manning Good was known. Everyone only knew that this Warlock of Chaos didn't like to use behemoths and light infantry units. He also didn't like the light cavalry assault tactics that barbarians used to plunder. He only liked to use heavy cavalry and heavy infantry to fight, and he was very experienced in the use of heavy cavalry and heavy infantry.
After hearing Motekin's call, Manning Goode came to join his team.
As for who this Warlock of Chaos worshipped, it was an unsolved mystery.
To say that he believed in Khorasan, he was indeed a brute who liked to use heavy cavalry to charge head-on in battle, but Khorasan believers absolutely despised magic, and there was no Warlock among them.
To say that he believed in Tzeentch, he indeed claimed to be a wise man, but in fact, this Warlock of Chaos was often ridiculed as a retard because his tactics were too rigid and he often ignored specific situations and forced to use heavy cavalry and heavy infantry to charge, which was really not what a Tzeentch believer would do.
To say that he believed in Nurgle, the boiling hot and corrosive bile in the large sarcoma behind him did indeed look like a creation of Nurgle, but this person was also a boorish enthusiast. This was not the kind of fighting style that Nurgle believers liked.
Finally, this Warlock of Chaos was also quite accomplished in the field of art. He especially liked dancing. As a dancer of the soul, whenever he danced, the people around him would be deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves. He was also known as the cockroach dancer and the lewd laughing dancer. However, this guy's eyesight was very poor. He often could not even see clearly what was in front of him. Most of the time, he commanded the army like a blind man, which was not the style of a sinful believer.
Oleg von Rukov had fought with the cockroach tyrant before. He knew that the most threatening part of the cockroach was the initial charge of the Chaos Knights and the subsequent advance of the heavy infantrymen. But today, the cockroach tyrant did not have any heavy infantrymen with him, which made things much easier.
"Bull Rider! Advance! " Oleg roared and ordered. He personally charged in front. Baron Wolffin pulled out a gun from behind him, "Aim at the mount of the Chaos Knight! Fire! "
"Fire!" Eight bull riders and more than 20 squires pulled out short-handed guns at the same time. They fired randomly at the Chaos Knights opposite them. White smoke rose into the sky, and the Chaos Knights at the front fell off their horses. The rest of the cavalry pulled out their weapons and prepared for close combat.
At the moment of the collision of steel, the two-handed swords of the bull riders cut open the armor of the Chaos Knights and the heavily armored barbarian riders. The axes of the Chaos Knights also easily cut open the plate armor and shields. The collision of the two forces shattered armor and blood gushed out. More than a dozen riders from both sides fell off their horses.
Oleg Von Rukov was unstoppable. The way Baron Wolfin fought made others think of him as a vicious wolf. He was as strong and cunning as a wild wolf. The Sword of Vasilyevich constantly emitted an endless amount of frost energy. This frost energy was enough to turn an ordinary person into an ice sculpture within five minutes. However, Oleg Von Rukov was able to use this sword freely. Not only did the frost energy emitted from the sword not make Oleg feel cold, it even made him feel the warmth of his hometown.
He recalled the words of his mentor.
"After going through the Moka Trial, you are now one of my children. If there is a chance, I will bring you to the Ring of the Giant Wolf in the Long Tusk Fortress and introduce our history to you. Relax, and remember to prepare a few jokes. Be vulgar, everyone will like it."
"Kiriman's holy book is only suitable for cleaning your ass with toilet paper. Don't listen to that bastard, or I will kill you."
Who was Kiriman? What was a holy book? Why was his holy book only used to clean his ass? Oleg did not understand. He swung the Sword of the Vasilyevich and cut the incoming Chaos Knight into two. Then, this Sanctuary expert twisted the blade and swung it. Another Chaos Knight was cut open from the abdomen to the head!
Oleg's bravery greatly boosted the morale of the bull riders. Just behind them, an entire company of archers was ready. They fired a rain of arrows at the barbarian riders. The Chaos Knights suffered a lot. In addition to the rain of arrows, they also had to deal with the two-handed swords in the hands of the bull riders.
"Ahhh!" Rings of frost spread out from the Sword of Vasilyevich, and the power of the Chaos Knights was limited. Fierce close combat was the strength of the bull riders. Oleg alone slaughtered seven or eight Chaos Knights. His bravery made the barbarians not dare to look at his face. The Barbarian riders were defeated and scrambled to escape.
Although Oleg's side suffered a lot of losses, the group of Chaos Knights was eventually defeated. Manninggood, the bully cockroach, chose to retreat after firing several rounds of corrosive bile. He had to go back and report the situation to Motekin.
"Retreat! Motekin's cavalry will be back soon! " Oleg was covered in blood. He immediately ordered, "Treat the wounded. We must return to Wolfenburg immediately!"
"Retreat! Retreat! "
After eight hours of rushing, it was close to dusk. Oleg and the rest finally saw Wolfenburg.
This was a giant fortress that stood at the foot of the Central Mountain Range. The city was huge. As a former dwarven fortress, the architecture of Wolfenburg's inner castle was closer to the dwarven characteristics than that of humans. Even the design of the cannons and city defense was in the dwarven style. The peak of the Central Mountain Range stood behind Wolfenburg. It was once a territory ruled by humans, but now, very few humans dared to enter the Central Mountain Range to hunt or mine.
Only the outer city looked like a human settlement. There were more than ten thousand houses in the outer city that were divided into two halves by the Wolfin River. The once glorious city was now in tatters after repeated wars and invasions, just like Herzig when Hawke reclaimed Herzig. However, the castle was still a sturdy shelter and the hope of the people of Auster. It meant that they still had a place to stay in all of Auster's territory, a fortified fortress that was protected by the army and the city walls.
"It's Wolfenburg! It's Wolfenburg! We're saved! "
"Finally, we're here. Wolfenburg is just ahead!"
"We're safe!"
The refugees burst into cheers. The people of Auster, who had endured the hardship, quickened their pace. As the city gate opened, the crowded scene in the city appeared in front of everyone. A total of 380,000 refugees of Auster were taking refuge in this city. The streets, the ends of the streets, the alleys, the empty spaces, and even the corners of many houses were filled with people. People crowded together, lighting fires to warm themselves, boil water, and cook.
The city was filled with an unpleasant rancid smell. Oleg von Rukov frowned when he smelled it. Baron Wolfenburg asked the guard, "Where's my father?"
"The Elector is in the Bull Castle (inner castle)," the guard replied.
"I have to go see him immediately." Oleg von Rukov said subconsciously. He then led a few bull knights and squires to the Bull Castle. "Provide a place for these refugees. They need to rest."
If he guessed correctly, Wolfenburg would soon face a huge test.
This test would determine whether the history of Auster could continue to occupy a chapter in the glorious history of the Empire.
Or perhaps, it would be the end of this chapter.
"Then, how is Wolfenburg's defense? Can it resist a large-scale enemy invasion?"
In the Shadow Forest of Auster, a wood elf lord was talking to a dwarf butcher.
Behind them were their personal guards, the Gray Knights and Grimnir's Axe Squad. Although these two squads only had a total of about 300 people (dwarven squads typically had about 100 people), their combat strength could be said to be terrifying. None of the Chaos gangs or squads they encountered along the way were a match for them. The wood elves' understanding of the forest allowed them to avoid large-scale battles.
In response to the wood lord's question, the dwarf butcher with an orange mohawk lowered his head and thought for a moment. He then shook his head. "With the horrible construction standards of the humans? I'd say don't even think about it. If Wamir von Rukov isn't retarded or has cerebral palsy, he should evacuate the refugees into the cave behind the Bull Castle. There's a refuge fortress and an underground lake built by the dwarves. They might be able to survive there. "
These two people were the wood lord, Aralos the Brave, and the dwarf butcher, Agrim the Iron Fist, who came to support Auster.
After a short debate, Aralos and the Butcher King decided to come to support Auster as Elector Hertwich and Tsar Katarina were unable to send reinforcements. The Butcher King left his army in Becafen to help defend and maintain law and order. He only led his personal guards here. Aralos hoped to gain Lilith's attention and love through this brave act.
Just like that, a strange alliance was formed. The wood elf hero and the dwarf butcher king knew that they were alone and chose to set off together. The butcher king often complained that he was crazy to ally with the pointy ears. Aralos often complained that he didn't expect that he would be in cahoots with the dwarves one day.
However, it must be emphasized that the wood elves and dwarves didn't have a death feud. Both sides were more indifferent or hostile to each other. It wasn't to the extent that they would start a war when they met. Now that the Chaos Army was approaching, although both of them were unwilling, they still reluctantly reached an agreement.
"Then I'm curious as to why the dwarves would give up this refuge." Araloth looked at the Shadowy Forest in front of him. It was obvious that the forest had also been deeply corrupted. The dark, dull, and overgrown forest was more like Nurgle's backyard compared to the vibrant Azeroth Forest. The Wood Elf hero carefully identified the path and tried to communicate with the spirit of the forest, while the dwarf took out a compass and a map. "There are rich copper and iron ores there, and there's even a super-large gold mine."
"No one knows, pointy ears," the butcher king said casually. The Butcher King said casually, "What we know now is that during the War of Vengeance, or the War of the Long Whiskers, the dwarves who settled in the central mountains seemed to have discovered something deep in the mountains. They immediately decided to abandon their new home. They sealed the gates, blew up the rocks, and destroyed the roads. Before they retreated, they also cast a curse of Granny. Then, they gave up the half-built fortresses and strongholds to the humans and returned to the Mountain Kingdom."
"I really want to know what they found. If there's anything, I think I'll give it to Lilith." Aralos' interest was piqued. The wood elf hero looked eager.
"Dozens of adventurers and exploration teams have entered the depths, but no one has found the so-called miracle or treasure, unless it's those who have gone missing. You can go if you want, but don't even think about asking my people to help you." Agrim Ironfist gloomily looked at the dark and boundless forest. "Oh, Grimnir above, where are we?"
"We're less than 150 kilometers away from Wolfenburg." Aralos checked the direction. The wood elf hero's huge antler helmet emitted a dazzling green light, guiding the way forward. "This way."
The dwarves were deeply suspicious of the wood elf's guidance, but they had no other choice at the moment. They moved forward in the rugged forest. Aralos thought for a moment and then asked, "Why do you insist on coming to the aid of Auster?"
"I once fought side by side with Wamir von Zhukov's grandfather, Maximilian von Zhukov, the great teacher of the Bull Knights at the time." The Butcher King took out his water bag, which was full of rich dwarf Bagman beer. He took a big gulp. "At that time, Wamir was just a naughty kid, hehe. Like an idiot, he chased after me and called me Uncle Dwarf. I gave him a mouthful of dwarf beer, and he called me Grandpa. Haha!"
"That's how sad the short-lived ones are." Aralos smiled disdainfully. "That's why we only trade with the long-lived Holy Grail Knights. Otherwise, it's too troublesome to change trading partners in just a decade or two."
"Oh, how sad. It's just as sad as how they drove you out of the Old World and into the forest." The Butcher King sneered. "Pointy Ears is a Five. What else can you do besides retreat?"
"Do you want to fight, dwarf?" Shorty? "Aralos instantly drew his weapon.
"Anytime, Pointy Ears!" Agrim raised his Dagor's Axe.
Both sides instantly drew their swords. The dwarves and demon butchers roared Grimnir's name, ready to rush forward and attack at any time.
Boom! At this moment, there was a loud noise in front of them, and this internal conflict disappeared. Aralos and Agrim Ironfist looked at each other, put away their weapons, and sprayed in the direction of the loud noise.
In the middle of the Dark Shadow Forest, a Chaos Giant had its back of the neck cut off and fell to the ground. There was a huge frost blade stuck in its face. The Chaos Giant's expression before its death was full of despair and fear. This was rare.
A giant bear with black and white stripes held a big apple in its hand and climbed onto the Chaos Giant's face. It opened its arms and let out a majestic roar. "Roar!"
The strength of a bear!
Then the giant bear ate half of the apple in one bite.
Super fierce!
Amidst the falling trees and the splashing smoke, a tall man with blonde hair and a large number of small braids gradually appeared. He stepped on the head of the Chaos Giant and pulled out his giant frost blade. Behind him, a group of grassland wolves and direfield wolves scurried to his side and licked his palm and cloak.
The incredibly strong and tall human male noticed the dwarves and elves in front of him. He opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs.
"I am Russ. How may I help you?"
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