Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 100

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  The night is dark, and the abandoned farmhouse is still some distance away from Dites Harbor.

   The mercenaries and peasants who survived the barbarian plunderers found this abandoned farm after burying the dead.

The barn of    was badly damaged, and the starlight shone through the big hole in the top of the wooden roof. They each found a corner in the barn and laid out sleeping mats. The bonfire gave the group of survivors some warmth.

   was placed in a pot on the bonfire, the hot boiling water was rising, and the mercenaries, three less than before, sat around, took out bread and dry food, and prepared to have a dinner.

   A few women and girls had tears on their faces, sobbing faintly. The abominable barbarians killed nearly half of the pedestrians, and the peasants who fled for their lives in a panic were all killed by the Norsca knives.

All the men were injured. At the nearest place to the bonfire, there lay a middle-aged man with a javelin pierced through his chest. A few hours ago, he was able to bravely copy the fork, but now he is about to die. His wife and daughter are sitting by the side. , sobbing, the cold night wind howling outside the barn.

Falco and his son also leaned together. The old father took out a small piece of brown bread from his suitcase and broke it into two pieces, one large and one small, the small one for himself, and the father and son soaked the bread in hot water. , enjoy hard-earned food.

   The boy's adoring eyes have been looking at the bald priest, who is the savior of the father and son, and the latter keeps a certain distance from everyone.

After he put the suitcase away, he wiped the blood from the warhammers in both hands, took off the heavy book tied to the end of the chain, held the warhammer pendant hanging around his neck in one hand, and recited the passages from the holy scriptures in a low voice , pray.

"My lord" Falco's father came to Luther Huss with two pieces of brown bread in his hands, and said nervously with a grateful look: "Thank you for saving me, you are just like Lady Mercy. With kindness, may Uric bless you."

   "I have all my belongings here. I really have nothing to express my gratitude to. You saved our lives. Do you have the honor to know your name?"

   "Thank you." The bald priest nodded: "My name is Luther Huss, a believer of my Lord Sigmar."

From a church apprentice to a trainee pastor, it takes others several years or even more than ten years, but Luther Hus only spent two years, eagerly studying, searching for the truth, comprehending the will of Sigma, and making his spirit and faith incomparable Full and firm.

  Luther Huss started from Sigmar Church in Bray Town, followed the road north, and entered Nordland two weeks ago.

If you want to become a true Sigmar priest, the pilgrimage trial is an indispensable process. Only through personal experience can you better understand the principles in the holy book. Luther Hus finally embarked on this path. On the road, leave the stable church, and practice on the vast territory of the empire.

He followed the paladins to learn combat skills. During the dangerous journey, Luther Huss smashed the heads of many robbers and beastmen with the warhammer in his hand. The chain armor and scale armor on his body were inherited from the old priest Zee Yi Si, the old guy realized that his time was short, so he simply gave it all to Luther Huss to help him finish the pilgrimage trial.

   This devout Sigmar has been receiving some kind of revelation, vaguely, on the northern coastline, there seems to be something that attracts him.

  Desolate wilderness, cold air, and a few villages scattered in the endless wilderness.

When Luther Hus came to Dites Harbor, he led two northern horses by himself. Several barbarian heads, and tattered weapons.

  The most popular thing in Nordland are the heads of barbarians. Some of them are intact and can even be used as money. If the skulls are incomplete, the characteristics of barbarians can still be recognized, and they can be exchanged for money from local lords.

Dites Harbor is a port city with a population of 20,000 people. The sturdy city walls are eight meters high. On the walls along the coast of the Claw Sea, the Dites Harbor soldiers patrol the surrounding movements. This city is transported by sea. Links to ports in the Old World, usually with the largest number of merchant ships belonging to the Kingdom of Brittany and the Kingdom of Kislev.

Countless galleons set sail from here, loaded with Nordland specialty goods, or traded slaves. Even here, you can see a dwarf ironclad ship. The huge chimney of this huge steel beast spews black smoke. Roughly out of the pier.

   An indispensable church in a port city is the Ocean Church, who worships Mannan, the **** of the sea. From outside the city, you can also see the majestic statue of Mannan standing on the offshore reef. The **** of the sea holds the trident, which symbolizes the authority of the sea, and watches the passing ships.

In front of the six-meter-high iron-wood gate of the town, a whole team of guards with long spears stood outside the gate to check the passing pedestrians. The small gates on both sides are passages for pedestrians and civilians. The central gate is only for nobles and all kinds of rights holders. the privileges possessed.

   As expected, the guards guarding the city gate of Dites Harbor saw the head hanging on the saddle, without questioning too much, and even confiscated the poll tax, and let everyone go.

  The Nords with sturdy folk customs generally advocate strength, and the strong are highly respected in the northern part of the empire. It is no wonder that many mercenary groups and outlaws choose to stay in Nordland.

   The gloomy and dark clouds floated from the northern sky, the dull thunder was roaring constantly, and the salty and wet sea breeze roared.

Just today, as always, a group of fishermen who are ready to go to sea are on the beach, praying around the shrine of the sea **** Mannan. Their skin that has been tanned all the year round is full of wrinkles, and the salty and humid sea breeze has accelerated the aging of the fishermen. .

  Ocean Church is loved by port cities, and the residents who live by the sea are very convinced that it is the blessing and mercy of the sea **** that allows them to return safely from storms and waves.

  The Oceanic Church Guards stationed in Dites Harbor is a well-known storm guard in the old world.

Several sea knights wearing dark blue plate armor and holding tridents stood quietly beside the shrine. The surface of their armor was decorated with various shells, pearls, corals, and the irises on the top of the iron helmets were floating in the wind. , Each of the sea knights has a machete blessed by Manann hanging around their waists, and they are extremely good at fighting murlocs, pirates and Norscans.

Mannan, the sea god, is arrogant, brave and moody. His followers fear the wrath of the sea god. Mannan will attack disloyal or unbelieving sailors without warning. According to legend, as long as Mannan clenched his fist, he could raise a fire. A tsunami big enough to sweep across the major rivers of the Old World.

  At the seaside, under the guidance of a sea **** priest, dozens of fishermen were kneeling and praying:

   "Praise Mannan, who gave us the sea breeze of our journey,

   Praise Mannan, who gave us the waves of our return,

   Praise Mannan, who has given us rich food,

   Praise Mannan, or his wrath will overwhelm us. "

A priest of the sea **** holding a twisted coral cane, he picked up a sea fish and a silver coin engraved with the Mannan logo, walked slowly to the shrine on the beach, and placed the tribute in a half-human-wide shell. The sea water flows slowly.

  Poseidon priest respectfully put down the tribute, and after reciting the prayer, he slowly stepped back. He looked at the sky sadly, and only sighed in his heart.

There has been a storm in the sea these days, and the fishermen can't go out to sea. They prayed and hoped that the storm would dissipate. The turbulent waves hit the reefs, making a tremor, and breaking into white water spots. A little experienced fishermen know that , Going out to sea in such extremely bad weather is almost equivalent to courting death.

After being plundered by the northern barbarians last year, it has not recovered. Nordland has not had a good harvest for two consecutive years. The economic lifeline of Dites Harbor is port trade. The local Ocean Church and Fortune Church are very powerful. The large amount of tax also comes from the waterway, and the price of food brought by the major chambers of commerce has also risen.

  There are not many crops suitable for planting around the port of Diets. Coastal residents cannot live without marine fish for three meals a day, and bread is almost a hot commodity.

  Fortunately, it was far from starvation, and the days could barely make ends meet.

Old fishermen, you look at me, I look at you, no one can be sure to pay attention, so they have to negotiate the next person to take out the sacrifice. The eldest fisherman took out a small bag of coins and brought He handed it to the Sea God Priest with a pleasing smile: "Sir, you have worked hard to come here."

Priest Sea God flipped his purse in his palm, and said in a deliberately dragged voice, "After doing thankless work for several days, my lord Mannan is the most hated sailor who asks for something in return, so is the reward right?" "

   said, the priest of the sea **** pointed his finger upwards,

   "Understood, I understand." The old fisherman responded with a smile on his face and bowed in response. After that, the priest who took the reward took a few sea **** knights and left the coast, leaving behind a group of frowning fishermen.

An albatross flew from the other side of the coast and took the fresh fish enshrined in the mouth of the sea god. The albatross is the apostle of the sea **** Mannan, which symbolizes that the sea **** accepts the offering of the fishermen, but the weather is still getting worse and worse day by day. , the storms of the sky are also gathering more and more.

   Several older fishermen gathered together and discussed the offering of sacrifices in distress: "Today, I took out the offerings for Lord Sea God. It's the old Snow family. Whose turn will it be tomorrow?"

   "Old Geraint, it took two weeks for their family to bring out a fish the last time they worshiped. Maybe Lord Sea God lost his temper because of this."

  "I have to bring something out every few days. My family can't afford bread anymore. My broken fishing boat has been repaired many times and it's still not good. It will continue like this."

After their last prayers, the bad weather, and no one wanted to stay any longer, the fishermen immediately prepared to return to their homes on the coast, pickling the remaining seafood, and going to the wharf to carry some goods, also counted as work. spend the day.

   And at this moment, at the end of the line of sight, on the other side of the sea level, a black spot passed through the storm and sailed towards the port of Diets.

   "Huh? That looks like a boat." Looking at the black spot, a few younger fishermen craned their necks and looked around curiously.

  The old fishermen also looked suspiciously at the sea horizon in the distance. The eyesight of the fishermen who often went out to sea was quite good, so they could not distinguish the appearance of the boat.

   The black spots are getting closer and closer. There are many damaged areas on the surface of the boat, which are visible to the naked eye. There are several burnt black spots on the canvas hanging from the boat curtain. With the passage of time, the fishermen can see it more and more clearly.

"It's strange, people go out to sea in this kind of ghost weather? It's dead?" a young fisherman muttered: "Can we also try to see if we can go to sea? How much can we catch? Recently, in the market, Jiaji The price of fish has doubled, and I happen to know a good sea level for catching gage, and it is not far away."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You can't even read the most basic canvas?" The old fisherman scolded: "Our fishing boats are all galleys, and they have to turn over when the tide is bigger! Look, then The boat is big and strong, sure to withstand the wind and waves!"

   "I'm just talking casually"

  The fishermen were still looking around curiously, and a few bolder ran to the beach to see.

   The black spot is getting closer and closer, gradually revealing his full face.

It is shaped like a long ship, with a huge ramming horn at the bow, the imperial cross on the bow is very conspicuous, the top of the dangling broken sail is printed with an uncorroded white skull, and the flagpole is blown by the wind, printed with The castle pattern of a burning bonfire looms in the storm.

   The eldest old fisherman looked at the pattern of the bonfire castle on the sail in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes forcefully, and said in a surprised tone, "I know the pattern of the bonfire castle. It's the wolf ship of the fireplace fortress!"

   "Old prow, isn't Hearth Keep north of the Talon Sea? Are they back?"

"Quick! Quickly call the tugboat over!" The old fisherman ignored the inquiries of the people next to him. He waved his hand and greeted the residents: "Hurry up and drag them ashore! The north, the disaster of the north is here again, Norsca. The barbarians are coming!"

   "Norscan barbarians?!" The fishermen around were shocked.

   They hurried to the dock where the boat was docked, paddled their oars, and headed for the wolf boat in the fireplace fortress.

   More than half an hour later, the ramming angle of the imperial wolf boat plowed through the sand on the beach. Dozens of fishermen and patrolling guards who came to hear the news worked together to drag the wolf boat to the shore.

   Several soldiers wearing Nord military uniforms, covered in blood, almost starving, were carried down by the relays, and they held onto their weapons and refused to let go. God knows what they experienced.

   The first pale young soldier who was taken off the wolf boat and lay on a stretcher, he opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the arm of a fisherman, trembling and dripping with cold sweat: "Are you in Nordland?!"

"Young soldier, you are in the port of Diets in Nordland." The old fisherman brought a clean towel and wiped the water droplets on his face: "Mannann, you have passed through. Seastorm, from Hearth Keep here, what happened?"

There was sadness, helplessness, and more anger on the young soldier's face: "Destruction is coming! Our doomsday has come, thousands of northern barbarian plundering fleets, they are about to land on the shores of Nord, and they will sound the alarm. !quick!"

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