Author's Note: 5,100 words!
The Chaos Demonic Dragon Stratescu the Great had never expected that this war would end so carelessly and in such a weak manner!
That's it? That's it?! Did Motkin lose his mind to Nurgle or Olly?
Stratescu the Great spread its wings angrily, and the Chaos Demonic Dragon spat out a blazing dragon's breath toward the ground of Wolfenburg.
Over there was the base of the Old Guard. These veterans were lined up in neat rows. They did not say a word. They just looked at the vanguard and observed the movements nearby. When they saw the Chaos Demonic Dragon flying toward them, they did not waver at all. They were not afraid of the dragon's might and just spread out automatically.
Stratescu's anger was endless. The dragon could not accept such an outcome.
To the dragons, they used to rule the world. They used to be the overlords of the world. Even after the Ancient Saint descended and the dragons lost their majesty, the powerful dragons still had the ability to change the situation of the entire battlefield.
However, the difficulties that the dragons faced were not limited to these. Because the Ancient Saint had changed the orbit of the planet, the dragons could no longer adapt to the current climate of the mortal world. Most of the dragons began to enter hibernation mode. However, a small number of dragons were still greedy for wealth and power. They stayed in the mortal world and moved around in the outer world. They became hunters and enslaved mortals … At the same time, they were also hunted by mortals.
Of course, although the dragons had strong resistance, they would also be corrupted by Chaos. The first dragon, Carlosie, once led the army of true elves to resist the invasion of Chaos. The great demon Treacherous allowed Carlosie to kill him, but he allowed the wind of corruption and Chaos to enter the dragon's body. Carlosie could not control himself and went crazy. Since then, he became the first Chaos Demonic Dragon. Since then, there were many Chaos Demonic Dragons born. These dragons never felt that they had fallen and leaned toward Chaos. They always felt that they were in a cooperative relationship with Chaos. Perhaps to mortals, falling into Chaos meant that they were hopeless. However, the Chaos Demonic Dragons did have the capital. They were not so easy to control and had a certain degree of autonomy.
Just like Stratescu, this dragon's breath of destruction poured down and dyed the sky in various colors.
However, the knights were not unprepared. The Sanctuary Witch Aurora roared and ordered the Ice Supreme Elemental Lord, Kressil. This Elemental Lord, who was thirty to forty meters tall, forced Aurora to sign an agreement on the spot to sacrifice more than fifty gingerbread, one hundred reindeer meat, and three hundred bottles of vodka to him. After seeing Laing nod, Aurora agreed without hesitation.
Hence, Kresh Hill summoned an ice storm that stretched for thousands of meters. It greatly changed the situation of the battlefield. The Chaos Army was shrouded in terrifying ice and snow. The fire in Wolffin City was extinguished by the Supreme Ice Lord. The Chaos Hell Cannon was frozen, and the weapon that the Chaos Dwarves were so proud of could not be activated.
"Marshal Winter is here! Marshal Winter is coming to support us! Long live Marshal Winter! " The Old Guard was protected by Kressil, and the soldiers cheered. The giant ice wall blocked the Chaos Dragon's breath. Facing the Ice Supreme Elemental Lord's giant fist, Stratescu's expression changed slightly. He immediately flapped his wings and dodged to the side.
The Nu 'er Armoured Troops were already fully equipped. Over 200 armor-piercing explosive bullets produced by the Veronica Magic Workshop were loaded into the best long-barreled muskets of the Old World. Under the command of Commander Zhubal Fokke, the Nu' er Armoured Troops fired a volley of bullets at the Chaos Demon Dragon, riddling it with dozens of wounds. Strysku became even crazier from the pain. It raised its head and became even more berserk. It flapped its wings and flew towards the Nu 'er Armoured Troops.
"I am Stratescu, the Great One. I am the Destroyer of Fate. I am unstoppable and undefeatable. I am the Great …"
"For Tal!"
“？？？” Stratescu felt a pain in his chest. A black arrow pierced his body through the wound caused by the steam tank prototype, 'Unyielding'. It penetrated his flesh and hit his heart. The arrow with the power of nature was burning with Tal's flame. It broke through his tendons and pierced into his heart.
In the Old Guard, the commander of the Old Guard, Brittany's wartime Marshal, Baron Nottingham, and Eye of Tal had a determined expression. He stood up straight and slowly put down Tal's Bow. The Tal's sacred emblem on his forehead shone brightly. A hero stood proudly on the ground.
"No! No! " The Chaos Dragon fled in all directions. He covered his chest with his hand and spun back and forth in the air a few times. He fell heavily into the ruins of Wolfenburg. After twitching a few times, he died.
"Well done! Well done, Bertrand! "The Knight King Laing gave Bertrand a look of praise.
"You are very good, commander of the Old Guard." Seeing this, Morgiana did not want to be outdone. The Lake Goddess Witch softly chanted a few sacred scriptures and poems. Bertrand suddenly felt a brand-new amulet around his neck, containing a terrible power. "This is a blessing from the Lady. It can help you avoid curses and evil magic." Bertrand said.
"Thank you very much!" Bertrand was a little proud that he found an opportunity to show off. He lowered his head and accepted the praise from Morgiana and Laing.
With the death of the Chaos Dragon, the last resistance of the Army of Chaos in Wolfenburg came to an end.
The human army was very tired and could not catch up with the defeated Army of Chaos.
However, there were no cheers on the battlefield. The situation of the whole city was too miserable. There was no need to say more about the miserable state of the Austers. As the last Army of Chaos left their sight, the mortals were crying helplessly.
There was no singing of victory, no celebration, no triumphant return, no joy of sharing the spoils of war, no glory and satisfaction after the victory of the Battle of the Three Kings.
As the Chaos passed through, the world was full of ruins. The destruction of the cities, the wailing of the townspeople, the burning of the civilizations and magnificent buildings, and the silence of the exquisite and beautiful arts.
The army failed again and again, and the finances were stretched thin. The Orcs wreaked havoc, and the Army of Chaos slaughtered their way in. The climate was cold, and plagues were rampant. The Empire had to concentrate all its power to defend against the foreign enemies. Its army was strong but weak. Its cities were isolated islands in the ocean, but they had to rely on them to protect their civilization. Motekin's anger burned the entire Auster territory. The only thing the people of the Empire could do was to use their fearful army and the increasingly precious wealth of the Empire to resist the darkness and protect their civilization.
When the last Auster army opened the gates of the Bull Fortress, the elector, Wamir von Zhukov, saw that his city was now in ruins. When he threw down the sword in his hand and knelt on the ground, he could not help but cry out loud. He thanked the Old World gods for their blessings and the timely arrival of the reinforcements. Even the Brittany could not help but show a sad expression.
All these years, the Brittany Knight King Kingdom under the leadership of the Knight King, Laing, had been winning and winning. Glorious victories after glorious victories, and each war bonus was higher than the previous one. The Brittany had almost forgotten the taste of defeat.
"This is not victory." The Regent of the Kingdom, Laing, sheathed the divine weapon, the Sword of Galona, and said to Berchemund, "This is surviving a disaster."
"The Empire is so big. Its territory is vast, and its borders are very long. It is big but empty. There are riots everywhere in the territory, and the prosperous on the surface is actually very weak on the inside." Duke Berchemund's face was solemn. As the direct descendant of Arthur, one of the most powerful holy grails in Brittany, the Red Dragon Duke shook his head helplessly. "It's really full of holes. I've been thinking, has Emperor Karl-franz ever had a good night's sleep since he ascended the throne?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure that since His Majesty ascended the throne, everyone has been able to sleep well every day." Duke Hagan had many injuries on his body. The most serious one was that his abdomen was pierced, and his intestines flowed out. Duke Gisoleiox was fine after emergency treatment, but he would need to rest for at least a few months.
"He's the only one who did it. He's the only one who succeeded." The Kingdom of the Knight King was now in its golden age and heyday. Only Laing could achieve such a glorious feat. Laing had deduced more than once what he would do if he were the Knight King.
What was certain was that Laughan was also determined to change the status quo. He could also imagine that he would definitely try to reform and try to change the corrupt knight nobles' crazy oppression and exploitation of the serf class, trying to ease the increasingly sharp contradiction between the knight nobles and the serfs.
However, he knew that he could not do what Laing did. It was impossible, absolutely impossible.
When a mistake became a habit, it was difficult to change.
For thousands of years, various systems had been gradually formed, and various rules and practices had been formed. Some of these rules and practices were good, but some were bad, and most of them were bad. If not for the huge external pressure, Laing knew that the nobles would have been dragged into the cesspool.
Some knights were stupid, some knights were greedy, and some knights were stupid and greedy.
Laing could change it. He could correct it through the authority of the king. He could establish new laws. He could also go on a great expedition. If he were the Knight King, he knew that he could do a lot of things. Perhaps the Knight King's Congress would become better, brighter under his supervision, and stronger under his supervision.
That was how Richard became the Knight King with such ambition.
However, no one would cut off their own ladder to climb the attic. He could fix it, but he couldn't touch the foundation of the nobles because that was his foundation.
He couldn't have the power that Laing had to break through the whole system and turn something rotten into something magical. He couldn't have the power that destroyed everyone's rice bowl and replaced it with a bigger and more beautiful bowl. He didn't have the power that Laing moved the original ladder and made himself a new ladder on the spot. He used it very well, so the old ladder had to take the initiative to beg Laing to use him more. He said, "Don't always use your new ladder. I can use it too."
While Laing was still thinking, the Brittany army had begun to clean up the battlefield.
"Where is Oleg?! Where is he? "On the battlefield, Rimanrus was looking for Oleg." Oleg! Where are you? We won! Where have you been? "
There was no reply, only white smoke rising from the whole city, the sound of ashes, and the heavy snow falling from the sky.
"Oleg! Where are you? We have an appointment! I will take you to the Asaheim's Tusk Fortress! I will tell you our history in person! I will let you tell those jokes to Bjorn, I will introduce Logan and the others to you, and Ragnar Blackmane! Now that we have won, where are you? " Rimanrus had already lost his composure. The Wolf King shouted, "Come out quickly, even a Blood Claw (recruit) shouldn't make such a bad joke!"
There was still only silence in reply. Rimanrus searched back and forth in the city. Soon, Kurfürst Wamir and his second son, Wassily von Zhukov, joined the search, as well as the remaining 26 Bull Knights and 73 Auster Black Guards.
Thirty minutes later, Oleg's body was finally found.
This was a body that was almost completely disfigured. His face was completely unrecognizable, and even his body had been burned beyond recognition in the city fire. Everyone finally recognized Oleg's identity by relying on the golden bull kneepads on his shin armor and the broken sword of Vasilyevich in his hand.
Everyone looked at each other speechlessly.
Oleg von Zhukov, the Kurfürst of Auster and the first successor of the Grand Duke, Baron Wolfin, the conqueror of Norsk, who had accomplished countless great deeds, was buried here just like that.
Kurfürst Wamir silently accepted the fact that his beloved son had died, and the soldiers and nobles who had followed Oleg for more than ten years could not help but cry. He had brought unprecedented glory to Auster, but he had also brought disaster to the entire territory.
Rimanrus looked at his own son, his student, and the Space Wolf gene prototype opened its mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He took two deep breaths and finally said with a thick nasal voice, "Well, at least you died like a man, Oleg, you have guts!"
"He died like a warrior." At this time, Knight King, Laing, and Marshal Rick, Helberg approached. Laing frowned and said to Rimanrus, "Brother, this is not your fault."
"If it's not my fault, then is it your f * cking fault?!" Rimanrus turned around and threw a punch directly at Laing's face. The iron fist broke through the sound barrier and shattered the falling snow. "Enough!"
"Not enough." Laing reached out and caught Rimanrus' fist. The Wolf King did not use any strength. Knight King said coldly, "Now, are you satisfied? This is the result you want? "
"I will compensate you for your loss!" Rimanrus roared at Laing condescendingly. "I have gained a lot of wealth in the Far East, and I will give it all to you! All of it! Take it as compensation! Now get out of here! I need to be alone for a while, get out! "
"The one who should get out is you! Rimanrus! I don't want your compensation! Give me back the lives of my soldiers! " Laing directly took out The Vengeance and pointed it at Rimanrus' throat. Knight King opened his mouth, and there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes. "More than two thousand soldiers died in battle, and more than five thousand were injured! How does it feel to have a weapon pointed at your throat by your brother? You use the spear that father gave you to kill your brother? Then why didn't you kill Horus back then?! "
After being shouted at like this, Rimanrus seemed to wake up a little. The Wolf King growled in pain and reached out to push The Vengeance away from his throat. "Are you telling me what to do? Kid? Who do you think you are? "
Laing was so angry that he laughed.
Yes, this was Rimanrus.
To the Imperial Emperor, he was a good tool and an obedient son. To the Space Wolves, he was a good king who was approachable, an amiable Prime Minister, and a good leader who was extremely righteous.
But to his colleagues and brothers, Rimanrus and his Space Wolves were not so good.
At all.
"Enough!" Kurfürst Wamir finally opened his mouth. At this time, the Kurfürst could no longer hide his sadness. Big drops of tears dripped onto the plate armor in front of his chest. "I beg you, stop quarreling, okay? Please show some respect to a father who has lost his child, okay? "
Only then did the quarrel stop.
Cleaning up the ruins of Wolfenburg was an extremely long job. Laing handed this matter to Laun and Helberg. He originally wanted to sleep for a while, but after only three hours of rest, the sky was already bright. Laing woke up early and sat on the steps in front of the Bull Castle in a daze.
Not far away, the farewell ceremony for Oleg's body was in progress. The people of Auster tried to stuff a lump of roasted flesh called Oleg into their clothes, and then put an iron mask on the face of the body, finally forming the shape of a human.
A purple thistle flower was placed on the chest of the body. That was the symbol of Auster and the flower of the province. The priest was praying.
Laing was not from the Empire, and had nothing to do with Oleg, so he did not participate. He just sat there and watched.
This battle couldn't be considered a success. They had rushed over, but they didn't manage to save the people they were supposed to save. They didn't complete the mission they were supposed to complete. Instead, they suffered quite a lot of losses. If it weren't for the fact that they had saved the Dwarf Butcher King, Aralos, and the last twenty thousand Auster defenders in the Bull Castle, which could be considered a success, Ryan would have already apologized to everyone.
"That Eternal Chosen One of Chaos originally wanted to fight to the death." Rimanrus slowly walked to Laing's side. The Wolf King sat down and said in a low and painful voice, "He wanted to end everything with an epic duel."
"But he soon realized that no matter what he did, he would still please the Four Gods of Chaos." Laing nodded slowly. The Knight King looked at the flames that were ignited, and Oleg's body was gradually surrounded by flames. "The Four Gods of Chaos would love to see his battle with us. Whether he won or lost, it was all within the evil gods' expectations. So he simply decided to commit suicide. Only this choice would make the Four Gods angry and surprised."
"Let's reconcile." Rimanrus reached out his hand to Laing. "It's my fault. I'm sorry."
"This is not like you, brother." Laing frowned. What was the Wolf King playing at?
"Because father asked me to apologize to you." Rimanrus' voice was very sincere. "So, I apologize to you. Let's reconcile!"
Laing was speechless.
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