Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 111

  Chapter 111 · Must go south (please subscribe)

The young nobleman in his thirties appeared in front of the post road in Grom Town. His eyes were bright, his blue eyes in the early morning were full of enthusiasm, and with a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, he calmly rode his horse. Greetings before, came to Lailun and others.

"If I remember correctly, your brother Leif Anluoxian is the famous wolf of Anluoxian, may he be fearless forever." Emperor Karl Franz surrounded by the Rick guards, In front of Krill and others, although the relationship between the nobles of Midden and the emperor's faction was not good, this did not affect the emperor's calmness and the goodwill he unleashed, nor did it make him feel bad about the White Wolf Paladin. .

   Several kingdom knights and dozens of ranger knights on horseback immediately dismounted and paid respect to Karl Franz: "Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Earl Delavan led the army, and the crowd of hundreds of people quickly knelt down in a large area. Some lowly infantrymen didn't even dare to look up. It is impossible to feel the high-spirited aura emanating from the emperor's body.

  The dazzling golden griffin and the double-headed eagle logo on the emperor's body plate symbolize the highest majesty of the empire.

  Karl Franz still smiled. He swept the "rabble crowd" with scrutiny. The difference in strength between the north and south armies made the emperor feel a little fortunate, and then he raised his hand to signal the knights to get up.

   Hundreds of infantrymen stood up straight, with the living Emperor in front of them, they desperately raised their chests and raised their heads, but the swordsmen stood upright in the slack ranks.

   "Your Majesty, I only represent Leif Anluoxian, Earl of Draven, thank you for your blessings, and may the Wolf God always guide you correctly." The White Wolf Paladin stepped forward with his right hand against his chest.

Rick Knights almost instinctively aimed their weapons at the White Wolf Knight and Laylen. The unreliable and belligerent characteristics of Uric's followers were heard by children under Rick's leadership to three years old. Rick Knights It is unacceptable that a northern white wolf knight approached His Majesty the Grand Prince of Rickland, with a sharp and slender lance like a forest, with a long sword unsheathed, pointing directly at Lailun and others.

"I still remember you, Kriel Anluoxian, Captain of the Seventh Company of the White Wolf Knights, we met at the battle of Mjordenheim twelve years ago. During the battle, I cut down the Orc Warfare. Take the head of Uli Big Bucktooth, that's a big guy." The emperor waved his hand with a smile, signalling the Rick knights to put away their weapons: "Your fearless performance in charging with the captain of the White Wolf Knights is also Let the bravery of the White Wolf Knight be engraved into everyone's memory."

"Thanks for your praise, Your Majesty, I remember that battle. The **** Orcs surrounded our left-flank position. Uric was on top. That was my first charge as a white wolf knight. More than ten years passed by. However, the hot-blooded knight of the past has been honed into a white wolf paladin." Krill said with some emotion.

   "My Majesty, the army that went north to support Pope Uric has been assembled." Ludwig, who was in dark golden plate armor, came to Karl Franz and reminded him.

"Well, I see, let the army continue to wait in place." Karl Franz nodded, and then the emperor turned his eyes to Laylen, and he also noticed the look of this tall kingdom knight from the beginning. It has never changed: "The first time we met, the powerful Knights of the Kingdom of Midden, I am very happy to see another excellent warrior added to the empire."

   Laylen pressed his right fist to his chest, nodded respectfully and said hello: "I am Laylen from Oak Town, Earl of Delavan, Your Majesty the Emperor."

   "Lyren of Oaktown? So, your surname." Karl Franz questioned.

   The black-haired kingdom knight shook his head.

The emperor    smiled thoughtfully at Lallen: "Excellent knights can always show extraordinary demeanor, and there will always be some surprises in this war."

  Lyren just nodded and didn't answer.

"The barracks in Gromtown have been vacated, Ser Krill, your troops will no longer need to camp in the field tonight." The Emperor didn't talk much, his time was precious, and the Imperial Pegasus had already opened Open your wings and you can start at any time.

  The clanging of the hooves sounded again, the Rick knights shouted to maintain the formation, and the golden Griffin battle flag and the Imperial Cross battle flag, which symbolized the emperor, were raised again.

   Before leaving, Karl Franz looked back at Lallen and the others, and said loudly: "The army of the Elector Midden has already left for Sessenmond. Your march needs to be accelerated!"

  The Emperor's Private Champion Warrior also turned his head and took a deep look at Laylen and the others, and then said loudly: "Rick Guard! Go forward!"

   "da~da~da~"

  The well-equipped Rick led the knights galloping north, leaving behind a cloud of dust from the post road.

The imperial nobles stationed in Grom Town did not dare to interject a word throughout the whole process. He paid attention to the emperor's trip, and hurried to Kriel, with a quaint face full of smiles: "The barracks is ready for you. Now, venerable White Wolf Paladin."

   The swift vultures glide down from the high mountains of the central mountain range, with sharp eagle eyes, constantly searching for traces of prey appearing in the vast land.

The    vulture's flight path suddenly turned sharply down, it seemed to have caught its prey, and was about to pierce the flesh with a ferocious thrust.

   After a few breaths, the scavenger flapped its ugly gray wings and landed next to the carrion. The sharp beak and eagle claws cooperated to tear off a large piece of flesh with ease.

Although it is midsummer, the land of Nordland in the north of the empire is still a scene of frost. The dark and frozen mountain roads are still covered with frost, and on the twisted road between the rugged hills, the last one escaped from Diets Harbor. The survivors and the last of the retreating Imperial troops are on their way.

The knights, who were originally brightly armored, are now unkempt, their armor is scratched, and the fully sewn burqa has become torn and soaked with dazzling blood red. Only a few knights are riding horses, their mentally tired eyes. It is full of turbidity, but it is always staring at every fork and danger in the hills.

   The weak imperial knight, like several great swordsmen, kept his head down and walked silently without saying a word.

A few horses are covered with high-grade horse clothing, which has become an excellent cloth for dressing wounds. Dozens of family crests on knights, even scholars who are proficient in heraldry in the old world, need to spend a long time one by one. identify.

  The glory and enthusiasm of the past disappeared before the fierce war. The port of Ditus fell and fell. The oath of this group of imperial knights was trampled and cast aside by the barbarians, becoming an indelible shame.

The more than 200 people of the Empire who escaped from Ditus Harbor have all become startled. Ogres and all kinds of monsters in the old world will jump out of the abyss of the night at any time.

   There are also dozens of Imperial soldiers among the survivors.

When the city was broken, the chaotic soldiers fought their own way. They watched the city head, which Paoze defended with his life, was occupied by the warriors of chaos, and the whole infantry regiment filled in the meat-grinding battle at the head of the city, **** and chaotic. , stump limbs, constitute a grand and magnificent symphony of the barbarians. At the last moment in Dites Harbor, ordinary people can even hear a series of sharp chaos spells, tingling their eardrums.

At the end of the line, the carriages loaded with goods were full of wounded people. The fugitives from the hills formed a long line. The grooms, fishermen, cooks, mercenaries, traders, and even several priests of other churches were numb and full of fear. On his face, he was extremely pessimistic about the prospect of this escape.

Now, continuous rain is falling from the sky. The terrible sleet that often occurs in the north of the Empire has caused great harm to the survivors of Dites Harbor. The Chaos Demon Wind is gradually rampant and rampant. The natural climate Even affected by the northern wasteland of the Sea of ​​Claws.

The ice cold that penetrated deep into the bone washed the huge cliffs on both sides of Qiu, and the dark clouds above the sky roared and wailed. .

Ordinary people's animal skin cloaks or woolen clothes can only keep them warm on weekdays. In extreme weather, any measures to keep warm are powerless. Every day, people fall along the way. On the way to escape, time is extremely precious. The dead even have a shallow grave. nothing.

  The old man, who is physically unsustainable, is unwilling to stop and rest. He rushes further south to have a chance to live. If he stops, it means that death will come.

   Luther Huss in a black robe walked at the forefront of the team, an ordinary acolyte robe, the edges and corners of the thread were ripped open one after another, and the missing pieces of the robe were torn apart. I am afraid to find the answer in bandaging the wounded.

   His resolute face is still serious, full of pious self-denial, the iron hammer that accompanied him through the escape from Diets Harbor, the edges and corners are covered with the marks of knives and axe.

  Yes, it was a coincidence of fate that the devout Priest Sigmar rescued the group and took back the lives of the people of the Empire from the slaughter of Chaos, but that was all he could do.

   The blood-clotted wound on the thigh was torn, and the blisters from the abrasions of the feet were maddening when they burst.

   But Luther Huss must persevere, he is the last hope of the team, and also the spiritual pillar of the knights and the soldiers of Ditusshavn.

   "ga~ga~"

   Several crows hovering above the team, even the sleet could not drive them away.

  The young priest Sigmar noticed that the crows' bodies had more or less irreversible corruption mutations, which also meant that they no longer belonged to the mortal world, but became a filthy product of chaos.

"My Lord Sigmar, the heart of the griffin will never be weak, the two-tailed comet foretells your punishment, and heresy is under the mighty power of the king of gods, and there is nowhere to hide." Luther Huss reached out and held the holy hammer pendant on his chest , meditate on the scriptures that I am familiar with and can no longer be familiar with, day after day, pray to Sigmar, the devout patron of the empire, and ask for the guidance of the god-king to help the people of the empire escape from the claws of chaos.

   Priest Sigmar looked up at the hills behind him. The looming outline of the city, the towering Baroque towers, the dark buildings, and countless fireballs rising into the sky, the chaotic lackeys had already chased after him.

   "Must be south."

   After a few hours of marching.

   In the town of Grom at night, with the vigilance of a military fortress and the wild and indulgent northerners, there were knights present, and the noise of the soldiers was somewhat restrained, but the merchants who came and went would not miss this opportunity.

A small mansion with three floors, it is also the best residence that the local imperial nobles can provide. His Majesty the Emperor's Rick led the army to leave Middenheim and headed north. The vacated military camp in Grom Town is enough to accommodate Midden, who is constantly gathering, leads the southern army, and tonight all the soldiers have beds to sleep soundly.

   The war horses of several kingdom knights were brought to the stables behind the mansion. The knights cherished their war horses, especially before the war, they specially added fodder and black beans to the war horses, and put more grass on them.

Lailen prepared three whole black goats for the half-griffin Firnos. Since the stable boys in the mansion were afraid to approach this terrifying monster, the knights of the kingdom had no choice but to take care of the half-griffin's goats. "Clothing, food, shelter and transportation".

  Lyren glanced at the night sky obscured by the dark clouds and the thick fog at night, took a long breath, and reached out to touch the fluff of the half-griffin's forehead: "Fernos, these should be enough for you to eat."

   "Hey~~" The half-griffin snorted two heavy snorts. It clearly understood what Laren was saying, rubbed Laren's arm, and then concentrated on enjoying its own meal.

   "Haha~~" While the half-griffon was eating, Laylen reached out and touched the fur on Firnos' neck, a clever monster that is both dangerous and loyal.

"I thought you were going to feed it one bite at a time, but I specially asked someone to bring you a big shovel from the boiler room." Krill stood at the door outside the stable, and the White Wolf Paladin shouted at Lallen: " Our dinner is ready, come on."

"Okay, come right now." Lallen turned and entered the mansion, followed the White Wolf Paladin into the kitchen, where two pots of stew, sliced ​​cheese and butter cubes were burning, and stuffing was baked in the firewood piled in the middle. Pie and a ham, a few chickens.

  The walls are covered with pots and pans, and the chopping board for the stew is hung with a row of wooden spoons, from small to large, a few bunches of garlic, chopped onions, bacon and a pinch of salt.

  In a relatively clean kitchen, a thick layer of grease adhered to the ground at the corners, the stove was scalding hot, and the stew in the iron pot made a rumbling sound.

Nicas Francis is holding a knife and shredding cauliflower. This kingdom knight traveled frequently in his early years and handled simple ingredients with ease. Buck knight Milton Sein sat and watched, and the Sein family's The knight has been followed by attendants since he was a child, and at most he only knows what the ingredients are, so he has nothing to do and can't help, and he is embarrassed for a while.

   "Ha! Dinner is ready, knights, let's start!" Claire sat around the firewood carelessly, he smiled freely, his big hands ripped off the whole chicken hanging on the firewood, grabbed it and chewed it.

   Francis, who was just about to serve the stew, raised his eyebrows with a smile. The other three in the kitchen looked at each other and smiled.

  The knights moved their chairs and sat around the firewood, and began to enjoy their dinner in Gromtown.

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