The departure of Rimanrus was a fatal blow to the people of Auster.
The prideful Rimanrus was never willing to explain why he left. After he left, rumors began to spread in the city.
Lord Wild Wolf ran away like a coward!
Lord Wild Wolf abandoned us!
The gods have given up on the people of Auster. We have no tomorrow.
The world is destined to be destroyed. We are destined to fail.
Oleg had to repeatedly send people to emphasize that his Master Wild Wolf had gone out to look for reinforcements. However, the panic of the people was very difficult to dispel. Teams of security teams patrolled the city and constantly released new information. The last elite army encouraged the citizens to fight bravely.
Despite the low morale, despite the difficulties, and despite the fact that they were fighting alone, the people of Auster still maintained their last bit of stubbornness. Now, every adult male had been arranged into a newly formed infantry regiment to prepare to fight the approaching army of Chaos.
This courage was admirable. Now, these new infantry regiments in the city had started their training. They were asked to raise their weapons and form a spear formation or walk in a line from one side to the other. The nobles of Auster were asked to teach these soldiers some basic combat skills in a short period of time.
For example, the archers and crossbowmen had to understand the meaning of "fire in unison" and "fire freely." For example, the pikemen had to understand the two orders of "formation" and "advance."
These were the things that these temporary recruits had to learn. Being used as consumables was their only value.
The soldiers' slogans and the officers' scolding woke Aralos up from his sleep. The wood elf hero shivered. He had just dreamed that he saw Lilith, and now he was awake.
With a headache, Aralos cursed a few more times. The hero knew that he could not vent his anger on the people of the Empire. The people of the Empire were almost all dead. These people of Auster were not even afraid of death. Would they be afraid of Aralos threatening them with force?
After washing his face with water and tidying his hair, Aralos ate the elves' exquisite dry food and paired it with some wood elf fruit wine. Then, he began to patrol his defense area.
It was already the morning of the third day. If his prediction was correct, the army of Chaos would arrive at the earliest in the afternoon and at the latest in the night. This made Aralos feel anxious. It was as if a large hand was clenching his heart tightly. He was in pain and despair.
After losing the Trickster Mist, it was impossible for Aralos to escape unscathed. The wood elf hero forced himself to focus all his attention on defending the city. His private guards, the Grey Coat Squad, were still as elegant and powerful as he had imagined. These best warriors from Esoloron were patrolling nearby. They swore to follow Aralos until death.
The situation on the other side was not so good. Aralos noticed that an entire infantry phalanx was training in the open space near the city wall. It was the newly formed Halberd Division. There were about five hundred of them. Under Aralos's gaze, this group of people moved forward following the drums and the prayers of the battle priests. Their formation looked disorderly. The recruits were equipped with broken and improvised copper and iron. As Aralos said, most of them were too old or too young. Their only purpose was to be flesh and blood to resist the attack of Chaos. Those who were in their prime and had undergone basic military training had all been transferred to the main force.
Their supplies had also been reduced. Originally, Wolfenburg's food reserves were quite rich. However, no matter how rich they were, it was not enough for 380,000 people to eat every day. Why didn't Wolfenburg mobilize all the adult soldiers for training? It was because military training would greatly increase the consumption of food.
"Haha …" After watching for a few minutes, Aralos could not help but laugh. Apparently, one of the old men was so tired that his eyes turned black because of such "high-intensity" training. The wood elf hero suspected that the last time this old man slept and ate was a long time ago. He fell down from the formation. Affected by him, the old men and children in the formation fell like dominoes. This was much more interesting than their previous clumsy formation and the hilarious Halberd Division.
"At least they can hold on. Much better than Pointy Ears." Aralos laughed for a while. A slightly awkward voice came from beside his feet. The Butcher King, Agrim Ironfist, seemed to be trying to find words to praise this group of people. It was difficult for the dwarf to do so. "Well, very tenacious."
"Our only advantage is that we have more people. However, this advantage is only for you and me. For the Army of Chaos, it can't change the fact that they have far more people than us." Aralos looked down at the Butcher King who was standing beside him. "They are too tired and too hungry. This kind of army can't hold on for long. Instead of forcing high-intensity training at this time, it is better to let these people have a good rest and recover more strength."
"Sigh, I knew it. Pointy Ears is always so weak." The Butcher King snorted a few times. Obviously, he did not care about Aralos's attitude. "You know, we are all very tired. Maybe you need some of this to refresh yourself."
After that, the Butcher King handed a bottle of clay to Aralos. Aralos took the small clay bottle and opened the seal. There was a rich milky fragrance. "What is this?"
"Menzillion."
"Menzillion?"
"Menzillion, the secret of the Village of Longevity. This is yogurt that Elector Hetwig gave to us dwarves. It can be stored for 120 days without going bad." The Butcher King laughed. "It is said that drinking it can make you live longer, a hundred years … I think this is cursing me and also you. Elf boy, I am already over a hundred years old."
"I am three times your age, short-lived ghost." Aralos did not think too much. The Wood Elves smelled it and tried to drink it. It was not bad. It tasted sweet and sour.
The Dwarf Butcher Regiment and Grimnir Axe Regiment had already assembled. The Gray Cloth Regiment had also finished assembling. Aralos and the Butcher King were arranged to be at the east gate of the city. As they wished, it was the place where they would face the most powerful enemy attack.
They climbed up the stone stairs to the city wall. The east gate of Wolffin had been built and continuously expanded for hundreds of years. The city wall was about 30 meters high and was filled with cannons, mortars, and ballistas. The east gate was called the Ubus Gate, and the city wall was called the Wall of Usas. Other than 20 to 30 firing positions, there were also very sturdy but old battlements. The Wood Elves looked at the firing positions with satisfaction. This allowed them to maximize the advantage of long-range attacks.
"This is the place we need to guard." Aralos inspected the city wall. The Wood Elf Hero complained, "Don't the Auster people know how to spend money to repair the city wall? Many places have fallen into disrepair. "
"The Auster people are famous for their stubbornness." Agrim's Iron Fist was angry. He realized that his face was blocked by the battlements of the city wall and he could not see the scenery outside. Only his orange Mohawk hair could be slightly above the city wall. The Butcher King complained, "The stupidity of the Auster people is famous among the dwarves. There is a famous joke among the dwarves. The Auster people will only put one stone in their stone soup because good stones are hard to find. Hahahaha ~"
What a cold joke! Aralos felt extremely embarrassed after hearing it.
"It has always been like this. The Auster people had fought with Mrs. Kiesler for hundreds of years over some rotten land that could not be planted or lived in. The Empire people spent one or two hundred years to understand that Kislöw had no value in occupying that place. Other than Mrs. Kiesler, no one could live there. But the Auster people persisted in waging war for hundreds of years until the great Holy War." The Butcher King did not seem to feel that his joke was embarrassing. He continued, "The dwarves started to equip themselves with gunpowder weapons a thousand years ago. But do you know when the Auster people started to fully equip themselves with gunpowder weapons? Just over twenty years ago, when Wamir von Zhukov inherited the position of Elector of the Oswald family, which had no descendants, as the Bull Knights, Auster people started to gradually accept firearms. "
"My people will be stationed on the city wall." Aralos was not interested in these things. After listening to the Butcher King, the Wood Elf Hero pointed at the city wall. "As for your people, I suggest you all stay behind the city wall."
"Why? Elf boy? "the Butcher King said unhappily." The brave dwarves should be the vanguard! "
"The Butcher's chaotic battle ability will disrupt the archers and the halberd formation guarding the city wall." Aralos and Agrim moved along the city wall. "Before the enemy gets close, we need to shoot arrows. Then, as the enemy's siege towers and siege ladders come closer, the defenders will use flamethrowers, boiling hot oil, and falling stones to attack the enemy."
"After that, it will be our turn?" The Butcher King understood.
Aralos nodded. "Yes. You know it is difficult for us to defend the outer city. So, once the enemy breaks through the defensive line, we need your Butcher Army to quickly join the battle and block the gap. This will buy time for the army to retreat or regroup."
The Butcher King was a very good general. He also knew that the Dwarf Butchers were often too passionate and brave, which often disrupted the originally strong defensive line. So, he reluctantly agreed with Aralos. "Charlemagne's Empire used to have more troops than the snow on Eternity Peak. But now, they are so weak. Oh, Granny, can the city wall be filled with people?"
Aralos did not speak. His thoughts had already shifted to how to strengthen the defense.
"Lord Agrim, Lord Aralos! The Elector has asked me to lead the oldest and bravest purebred Auster men to assist you! " A noble of the Empire strode in front of them. "I am William, Viscount William Von Zhukov, General of the Empire, Captain of the guards of the Yubus City Gate. My Indigo Raiders and I are ready!"
This was a group of middle-aged Austers. Most of them had brown braids or long hair. Their faces were painted with indigo paint. They held spears or battle axes in one hand and shields in the other. Most of them were wearing breastplates and kilts with leggings. There were about two to three hundred of them. Obviously, these Austers were not regular soldiers, but most of them had served in the army or fought as a militia. In this dark age, wildness and madness were valuable strengths.
The Auster engineers finally succeeded in activating an antique that had a history of four to five hundred years. It was one of the steam tank prototypes that belonged to the Auster territory, the Indomitable. Now, this terrifying war machine had been placed behind the city gate. It was surrounded by a big sword battalion and two gun battalions. Two teams of pistol-wielding cavalry were hidden in the streets as quick reaction forces. The newly recruited infantry regiments were arranged further back, ready to enter the battle at any time if there was any danger of falling into enemy hands.
Everyone knew that Chaos would not keep captives. Everyone knew that if they failed, there would be no escape.
Their brains were trembling. Their palms were sweating as they held their weapons tightly. The refugees gradually evacuated into the mines and shelters built by the dwarves behind the Bull Castle. All the defenses were ready. Baron Oleg Von Zhukov led a team of bull knights in the city as a mobile force. Kurfürst Wamir Von Zhukov led the Auster Black Guard Legion in the Bull Castle to survey the situation.
No matter how much the people prayed for the blessings of the Old World gods, no matter how much they prayed for reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible, the sky gradually turned yellow. The hourglass of time continued to pass.
The long night was about to arrive.
The black mass of the Chaos Army began to appear at the end of their vision. They could feel the heavy footsteps of the boots. A long time ago, they had seen a large number of neatly arranged torches spreading in all directions. They heard the murmurs of the Evil Gods and the shouts of the Chaos Champions. There was a deafening and wanton clamor every moment. The chaotic drumbeats of the Northmen's war drums were frantically beaten, like the knell of the Auster's doomsday.
More and more Barbarian tribes and Chaos troops advanced to their positions. In the middle of the formation, there was a large group of monsters and Giant Beasts. The Warriors of Chaos and the Chosen Warriors of Chaos appeared in the black flood. There were also a small number of Orc troops that arrived with the Army of Chaos.
"There are so many enemies. I swear this is the largest Army of Chaos I've ever seen. It's much more than the battle between me and Morgul." Aralos took down the green leaf longbow from his back and motioned for the Gray Coat Legion to stand firm. The Human defenders were already trembling in front of such a terrifying formation.
"The city walls of the Auster are outdated. Elector Wamir should change them!" A patch of orange hair appeared on the battlements. The Butcher King was furious and called two Dwarven butchers to lift his legs. Then, he saw the Army of Chaos. "What a glorious moment. There are so many Chaos troops. It seems that many of our compatriots will be able to seek a glorious release today."
"…" Before Aralos could reply, the sound of a thousand war horns rang out around Wolfenburg. The will of the Evil God seemed to have turned into thunder and a huge column of wind roaring down from the side. It boiled, gathered, and the eternal eruption rolled up a loud sound that was enough to split a mortal's body.
The Eternal Chosen God of Chaos, Dark Iron Motekin, accompanied by his personal guards, the Crimson Reapers, and his military advisor, the Eternal Eye, rode the Chaos Steel Bull out of the formation. He spat out a demonic voice.
"Oleg von Zhukov! Get out of the city and surrender to me immediately! Otherwise, I will flatten your city. All the soldiers will be killed. I swear that you and your people will suffer terrible pain. I will dedicate an epic massacre here to the Blood God. All the survivors will welcome death! "
The Army of Chaos temporarily stopped outside. Motekin sat on the Chaos Steel Bull given to him by Khorne and waited quietly for the Auster's reply.
At this moment, the cunning genes brought about by Moka's trial made Oleg von Zhukov realize that there was still a way to turn things around. Although he hated Motekin for bringing disaster to the Auster territory and even the entire Empire, Oleg still sent a letter out of the city.
Motekin took the letter. He could not help but laugh coldly after reading the contents of the letter.
Oleg von Zhukov asked for a day to think about it. He also asked that if he surrendered, Motekin had to retreat immediately.
This was a delaying tactic. Motekin could tell at a glance that the Auster people were just trying to buy time.
But it was also what Motekin wanted.
The Hell Cannons of the Army of Chaos still needed some time to reach the frontline. The Chaos Dwarf craftsmen also needed some time to make siege ladders. The Chaos Warlocks and Wizards also needed some time to carry out large-scale sacrificial ceremonies to strengthen the Chaos Demons and Chaos Warriors.
"You have one day to decide your fate!" Motekin gave a formal reply.
I have crossed half the world just to complete my revenge. One day is nothing.
Just like that, Motekin waited quietly in the camp for a day.
Sure enough, what he got was a rejection.
Very well, the revenge begins.
In the midst of the army, the Eternal Chosen God raised the Black Iron Battle Axe high. Flames erupted from his body and wrapped around the blade of the axe. The Army of Chaos poured out of the camp. The flames from the Chaos Hell Cannons covered the entire sky.
"Advance! Destroy the southern cities! Destroy everything! "
"For Chaos, for revenge, for Black Iron Motekin!"
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