Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 102

   Chapter 102 One hundred and two · Attack the Nord Kingdom! (please subscribe)

   Gathering an army is more difficult than expected.

The Nord Elector's personal champion warrior, the Imperial General Caral Leofric, spent more energy and gathered more than half of the Nord army, including four thousand lines, on the fourth day after the information was delivered. The provincial army, 2,000 local garrison troops, and 1,300 knights were more than a star and a half worse than expected.

  After five long days of waiting, the Norsca barbarian fleet finally crossed the most dangerous abyss of the Claw Sea.

   They descended on the Nordland coast, the first unfortunate town to be slaughtered, the town of Pascal, less than seventy miles away from Dites Harbor.

   Watchtowers built on offshore reefs twitched the pendulum, and the terrifying sound of alarm bells and horns came from far to near.

Hundreds of barbarian dragon ships drifted over the ocean, black chaotic octagonal flags were densely covered in forests, and hundreds of blood-like tides swayed on the surface of the blue sea. Merchant ships to and from the Sharp Claw Sea were all destroyed, and the seafarers on board were mercilessly slaughtered. , tens of thousands of barbarian warriors used all the plundered things as military supplies, hoarded more slaves, and began to sacrifice to the Chaos Evil God as soon as they landed.

The dragon ships are approaching, and under the chaotic octagonal emblem and holy emblem, a hundred dragon ships of the Aserin tribe from the kin tribe of Norsca High King Varmir Aslin are gradually approaching the beach, on the beach and the port of the town, everywhere. It was the sound of fishermen and residents screaming for their lives.

As the horns of the first dragon ship plowed through the sand on the beach, hundreds of Athrin tribe barbarian warriors roared and jumped off the dragon ship. These bloodthirsty warriors, armed with life-size shields and As soon as the battle axe landed on the beach, he took big strides, swung the battle axe towards the fleeing Nords, and charged away.

The gushing blood cut arcs in the air, and the humble and miserable Nord people were violently knocked to the ground, hacked to death, from the elderly in their seventies to the children who were still in their infancy. Step by step, the Norsca warriors kept laughing and swung down their battle axes, splitting the southerners they saw into two pieces.

  The northern wasteland has created extremely ruthless and cold-blooded Norsca people, useless people who lack strength, only worthy of death.

The deputy of the Supreme King of Norsca, the champion warrior of Khorne God's Choice, Kamala Dragon Bloodhound, stepped off the largest and most magnificent dragon ship. There were more than ten heads inserted into the top of the scarlet **** plate armor, and the heads fell. The holy emblem of , almost covers several of the strongest knights in the old world, White Wolf, Rick, Yanyang, and even two Holy Grail logos at the top.

   Several middle-aged fishermen who had no hope of escaping, knelt on the ground and prayed to the Norsca for mercy and let them survive.

"Cowardly southerners, you don't even have the courage to face me." Kamala Dragon Bloodhound pulled out his chain-toothed battle axe, and with one axe cut the four fishermen who were kneeling and begging for mercy into two pieces. On the plate armor of Khorne, there was an extra tinge of blood, and the plate armor of the champion of Khorne God's Choice seemed to be making a happy cry.

"Warriors of the evil gods! Kill every southerner you see! Pass stakes through their bellies and stab around the altar of sacrifice! Peel the skins of the southerners, and we shall have more battle flags! Cut off their heads, drain every drop of blood, and the Blood God Hound will bestow more divine gifts! Kill! Kill!!"

   "Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

   "The Skull Sacrifice!"

   "Kill! Kill!!" The Norsca Berserkers and Marauders frantically followed the orders of the Khorne God's Chosen Champion, brutally killing all living things they saw and taking everything from the Southerners.

The villages near the town of Pascal were engulfed by flames and gunpowder smoke. The weak defenders there and everything they had created were instantly vanished. Many Nord people who fled to the town of Pascal were killed by the blood god's hounds and promises. The ska direwolf pack pursued, the demons spread their fangs and devoured the flesh and blood of mortals.

  The chief guard stationed on the coastline drew out his long sword, and the icy blade reached the sky: "The warriors of Nord, move closer to me!"

  The northerners and the Norsca have cultivated a strong sense of obedience in the long battles. Fortunately, the coastline is not just the unresponsive soldiers.

"Understood!" There were about fifty guards on the beach. They were well-trained and quickly formed a formation. A dozen or so archers with quivers on their backs all stood in front of the formation, bending bows and arrows, behind a row of shields, The imperial swordsmen wearing breastplates raised their shields, leaving a certain gap between the shields. The dozen or so spearmen in the back stared nervously forward, with the spear tip pointing diagonally to the front.

The guards formed a few blocks quickly, and a standard defensive formation was formed immediately. Not far from each other, there were also four weak formations and more than 130 guards. They called for the white wolf **** Yurik and the sea god. In the name of Mannan, he strengthened his faith and will, and vowed to never die with the northern barbarians.

   "Long live Nord!!" The chief of guard almost roared at the Norsca.

   "Long live Nord!!" the soldiers responded loudly.

  The archers wind their arrows taut and wait for the enemy to come into their range.

   "Shoot the arrow!"

   Looking at the rushing Norsca Berserkers, this group of shirtless naked men's bodies lacked protection, and there was no pity in the guard's eyes. With an order, several formations on the coast swept arrows.

   A row of arrows flew, and the few barbarian warriors in front of them instantly turned into hedgehogs, roaring and fell. Their compatriots did not have a trace of fear and trampled the body of the fallen mercilessly.

After two rounds of archery, more than a dozen Norsca fell to the ground one after another. They kept howling and roaring. More and more dragon boats landed on the beach, which also meant that more and more Norsca joined the slaughter. , they never stopped moving forward.

   "Melee!!" Seeing that the barbarians moved forward, the guard commander crossed his sword and ordered the soldiers to fight in melee.

   The archers in front of the formation quickly retreated from the gap, and the imperial swordsmen quickly filled the vacancy in the front line and stared at the front.

Groups of Yankees rushed up the gentle slope. Although the guards on the coast were nervous, their courage was far stronger than their fear. The spearmen formed a spear formation, and the sword and shield soldiers formed a line. The soldiers' shields not only protected themselves, but also Protecting the robe, the rusty spear eroded by the sea breeze protruded from the formation.

   "Drink! Die!" The Norsca Berserker who swooped up jumped high, and slashed the head with the two axes in his hand.

  In Nordland, veterans who can become guard officers must be experienced in the battlefield. In some important towns, guard officers are selected from those legions that do not exist.

  The berserkers who swarmed up were either pierced by the long sword or slammed into the shield, and then cut in half by the long sword of the imperial swordsman.

  The swordsmen used their shields to resist the charging momentum, and the blood of the barbarians was attached to the fine iron swords, but they had no time to care, because the attention of the entire coastline was attracted by the guards.

There was the sound of shields and hard objects colliding on the battlefield. There were too many Norsca people. These reckless men who worshiped the evil **** swarmed up. The guards often did not have time to withdraw their spears, and the battle axe was aimed at their necks in the next second. After cutting, the front line is retreating rapidly, and the line of defense is getting thinner and thinner.

   "Stabilize the front! Warriors of Nord! Resist them!" The chief guard hit the plunderer's head with his shield, swung his long sword in place, and swept in a circle.

  Khorne God's Chosen Champion Warrior ruthlessly stepped on the corpse, a huge blood **** slaughterer with a body size of 2.3 meters.

  The line of defense formed by the strong Nords attracted the attention of Kamala Dragon Bloodhound, and also aroused his bloodlust.

   "Boom!" The sound of a sonic boom exploded from the coast, and the huge body of the Blood God Butcher rushed forward, the blood-colored cloak behind him rhythmically moved with the wind, rushing towards the guards with a sense of oppression.

   "Focus Fire!"

   "Don't let him get close!"

The guards screamed in panic, and their inhuman strength was revealed in plain sight. More than 20 feathered arrows flew towards Kamala Dragon Bloodhound. The arrows hit the scarlet plate armor, making a series of clanging sounds, but one after another. No scratches remain.

"For the glory of the Blood God!" The Blood God's Chosen Champion responded very quickly. With a swipe of his left hand, blood surged on the battle axe, and the brass sprockets slammed head-on to the guard officer. The smell of suffocating sulfur triggered several arcs, the big axe swept diagonally, and a dozen imperial swordsmen were cut open in an instant. The body exploded into a cloud of blood.

  The Blood God Butcher didn't stop there, he ran over the guards' defenses like a meat grinder, and recklessly announced the mighty power he got from the Blood God.

   "For Nord!" A heroic spearman charged straight, his eyes full of fear and determination, fighting to surround his homeland!

"Humph!!" Under the shining eight-pillar holy emblem symbolizing Khorne on the top of his head, Kamala Dragon Bloodhound raised his left arm and elbow back, and slammed a punch on the head, and the extremely destructive punch was directly smashed. The head of the spearman was scattered in red and white.

   slaughtered piles of southerners in two or three times. In less than two minutes, more than a hundred guards were slaughtered by the champion of Khorne God's Choice, and the head of the chief guard was crushed by him because it was worthless.

  The Norsca people give these heroic warriors the highest treatment, allowing a decent death, while the rest of the ordinary people who dare not resist will suffer endless pain, wailing and dying, becoming the food of the Chaos Evil God.

Along Pascal's beaches, hundreds of longboats of raiders landed, and hundreds of Norscan raiders, champion warriors, berserkers, wizards, swirled toward the town, where thousands of heads were waiting to be harvested , thousands of human skins waiting to be peeled off.

   Farther out in the sea, several giant dragon ships with chaotic octagonal emblems brought in the most dangerous monsters in the northern wasteland, four chaotic war mammoths carrying war shrines.

  The appearance of war mammoths is always accompanied by a thunderous roar, and their every step shakes the earth.

  The twisted spiky ivory is covered with skulls and brass chains, and the heavy bullets from the cannon can't blast away their thick, ice-like fur.

With its huge body and its fury, the Chaos War Mammoth can easily destroy and trample any buildings and creatures in front of it. Under its iron hooves, any creatures smaller than them will not escape, and will eventually turn into an unrecognizable pool. Meat puree.

  The coastline collapsed. Led by the most eye-catching champion warrior of Khorne God's Choice, the army of predators surging like a tsunami was approaching, and the bell of death was slowly ringing.

"Quick! Get inside the city wall! We're closing the city gate!" Pascal's coastal city wall was full of guards, the city wall gatehouse slowly lowered the gate, and the panic-stricken halberdiers closed the solid gate fixed by rivets and narrowly escaped The fishermen who entered the city wall had no time to catch their breath. Under the urgent war call, all the men in the city had to take up arms and fight to defend the town.

  The guards looked at the barbarian army in horror, cold sweat oozing from their palms and foreheads, and the fingers holding the trigger of the heavy crossbow were shaking.

   Hundreds of figures running around in the city looked panicked and noisy. They were nervously carrying the city defense equipment and boiling the oil pan at the head of the city. The only thing that could protect their lives was their courage and this city wall.

  But this city wall looks so small and fragile in front of Chaos War Mammoth.

The town lord wearing plate armor, his usually neatly groomed mustache looks messy, at this moment, he is standing on the city wall, staring blankly at the sea of ​​barbarians, swallowing hard: "It's just our four hundred people. How long can you hold on?"

   "If there is no accident, one day." The knight under the lord replied with difficulty.

   ". That's good." Pascal's lord looked slightly relaxed, as if to celebrate that he had one more day to live.

In the dark Sharp Claw Sea in the distance, in the storm and cold wind, a majestic figure as dark blue as ten thousand years of ice, it spreads its membrane wings dozens of meters wide, stirring the wind from the sky, the characteristics of the northern wasteland, in this The perfect embodiment of a twisted creation of chaos.

The Norsca looked up at their great High King, and greeted him with a mighty roar and battle cry, the shield bearer knocked on the shield, the berserker raised his arms and shouted, the human-skinned wolf with a cruel and **** nature, before the dragon. Under his majesty, he crawls to the ground, offering his loyalty to him with the humblest wolf howl.

   On the coastline, smoke billowing, villages in ruins, and cowardly southerners stuck on spikes, the expressions on many of their heads remained at the moment of extreme fear, and blood was seeping continuously.

   "To our great Norsca Supreme King! Offer blood and head!" The Khorne God's Choice champion knelt down on one knee like a pillar of gold, and the brass chain-toothed battle axe smashed to the ground.

"oh oh!"

   On the shores, all the Norsca loudly responded to the orders of the High King's lieutenants, and their High King displayed supreme, detached power.

   "Ow!!" The frost demon dragon under the seat fell from the sky, the huge wind pressure drove the surrounding cyclone, and the howling sea breeze blew like a sharp blade on the city wall of the southerners along the coast.

Norsca Supreme King Varmir Aisling's eyes were as cold as ice, and he was not moved by tens of thousands of calls. In his long life, he had killed too many enemies, and only the grace of the evil **** could make him moving.

The blue fire dragon flame swept across the entire city wall, and the defenders who had no time to escape melted under the extremely cold dragon flame. Facing the Norsca army, the slight resistance of the Nords immediately disappeared.

   Afterwards, hundreds of looters on the coast shouted the name of Vamir and roared into Pascal City.

   On this day, more than a dozen villages along the coast of Pascal were reduced to ashes, and thousands of Nords were slaughtered and sacrificed, and no one was spared.

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