Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 120

   Chapter 120 · Ancient Sage Slate (for subscription)

   The smoke of Sesenmonde came to an end, the barbarian army of 12,000 was destroyed, and the honor went to the Empire.

   At the same time, in the northeastern part of the Nord Kingdom, in the Central Mountains, a fierce battle is starting in the Central Mountains.

"WAAAAGH!" The fortress that once belonged to human beings is now full of ugly green-skinned wooden statues, smoke filled with gunpowder, broken wooden boards and corpses lying on the ground, dark crows and vultures entrenched outside the battlefield, The scavengers smelled the feast, and between the rugged mountains, the black-gray tide from the northern wasteland was violently colliding with the dark green sea.

Huge rock buildings and sturdy boulder gates guarded the huge green-skin camp. In the open space in front of the black fortress, more than 20 despicable projectiles were lined up. After the projectiles, hundreds of them drank hallucinogenic mushroom medicine The goblins, all dressed up in ridiculous and comical batwings, the loathsome little ones grinning, can't wait to "take off".

The orc boy archers on the boulder fortress kept shooting, their stupid heads matched with shoddy short bows, and the feather arrows often fell into the dark green ocean, but the fierce battle resulted in a considerable number of bone arrows hitting the target, halfway up the mountains on both sides of the fortress. , hordes of goblin archers fired at the barbarian raiders trying to climb at the foot of the mountain, and waves of machete-wielding orc-boys went into battle.

The green-skinned warlord "Big Guy" Urolok was riding a huge and ugly two-footed flying dragon in the middle of the fortress, circling the town. The green-skinned warlord commanded a large number of orcs to attack: "Big boys! Let's, waaaagh! Shred those northern shrimps! For the sake of Brother Mao!"

The green-skinned warlord was clad in tattered armor and held a small machete with a curved edge. Every crevice under Mierak was full of dirt and dust. Stuffed with stinky meat crumbs.

  The stench emanated from under the self, and the metal rings strung under its open ears and nose were dirty, stench, and barbaric. It was a true portrayal of the green-skinned race.

"waaaaagh!" The green-skinned orcs responded frantically to Guan Eliangke's call. The smallest and weakest leader outside the tribe let out a battle cry. The group of goblins and the green-skinned elders were wearing tattered armor. Counting casualties on the small army of barbarians, the fighting like fuel on both sides will only make the greenskins more courageous.

"It's the will of the bloodless dog!" The chiefs of dozens of Norsca tribes are on the side of the Norsca warriors that we don't have. , in a battlefield of the order of ten thousand, every minute and every second lost is just a number.

As early as seventeen days later, the army of the Lowest King of Norsca, Urolo Ai, rolled all the way towards the hinterland of the empire. Twenty-eight thousand marauders and various northern warriors, eighty or so Chaos. The army of warriors, nearly ten ice sylphs and human-skinned wolves, the **** cannons of the seven Menzaar dwarves, and the most important chaos war mammoths domesticated by the seven Ai troll tribes. Yes, there is victory in battle.

   "The Sword of White Heart" Guan Erliang Ai troll came for a very important slate, which is an indispensable help for me to achieve the anointed one.

As a result, the war in the Central Mountains has since fallen into a tug-of-war, and gathered in the fortresses of the Central Mountains. The little warlord Mirek of the Bloodclaw tribe of 20,000 orcs will of course throw the treasures he has plundered to Xiami, and The lowest king of Norsca also intends to negotiate with it, and the brave southerners will sit together and negotiate, and the true warrior should use blood and fire to take what he deserves.

"WAAAAGH! For the sake of my brother! For my brother Mao!" The orc eldest pressed the northern shrimp again and again, the goblin catapult was broken, and the goblins gliding up from the sky fell to pieces in the Norsca army formation , screams, battle cries, one after another, any barbarian who tried to charge the greenskin fortress was chopped up by several rusted machetes.

  The **** battle, from the late night seventeen days later to the dawn seventeen days ago, thousands of Norscans fell in a pool of blood, and we murmured the names of the white and dark gods and rushed to the green-skinned orcs several times.

  The giant green-skinned fortress is surrounded by people, and some people know what happened there.

"Small and low king, the souls of more than 7,110 people returned to the embrace of the gods, and 180 or so tribes were completely cut off in the war. If you fight again, the warriors will question and disobey your orders. "A little chief of the small Norsca tribe walked into the huge throne tent and said to Urolo Aiguane under the Throne of Skeleton Spikes.

Each small clan controls hundreds of large clans, and the number of tribal warriors determines the right to speak and control the northern wasteland. Even if the war is a small game of the Seven Gods of White and Darkness, the small chiefs are in the war. Still no idea of ​​my own.

"Who dares?!" The lowest king of Norsca stood up from under the throne. My words were as shocking as a mountain. The small body of Slim was enough to make the ambitious champion warriors worship him. The huge throne tent Before, my mount, the Frost Demon Dragon Garroslavi spit out an icy breath: "You care about how many people die, let him disobey Snag's orders with no tribal warriors on his command, otherwise, his head will be destroyed. Be the decoration of the blood eagle banner!"

   "As you order. Your king, as you order."

   The personal guard of the Lowest King, the eighteen knights of the Chaos God's Chosen with the sword of Ugin covered in heavy brass armor, followed Urolo to the tent, and we clenched the halberds that burned the flames of hell.

Under the overwhelming battlefield, monsters slaughtered each other and slaughtered everything around them. Chaos war mammoths and green-skinned shamans summoned small hairy colossi to collide. Let the Norsca army lose their soldiers and lose their generals, and return with success.

Urolo Ai Troll watched all that indifferently, even if thousands of berserkers fought to the death in the name of Ai Troll, there is a way to make my white heart rise with pity and honor, I am waiting for the traitor. The thaumaturgist completes the spell. There is a huge amount of purification power under this vital stone slab. Even after a thousand years, the purification power under it is still accessible to the lowest king of Norsca. It will break the gap of the small guardian of the mortal world in a short time, and cover the mountain range in the chaotic demon domain in the void.

At this time, the Norsca army was in front, and the Chaos Hell Cannon was making a huge noise. The Zaer dwarves who believed in Chaos opened the slave cage, and groups of imperial prisoners were stuffed into the red gun barrels while crying. Used as a cannonball.

Devouring a small amount of human flesh and soul, the demons sealed outside the Chaos Hell Cannon made a satisfying movement. Then, just like what the barbarians on the battlefield saw, seven crimson beams rose to the sky. In the middle, and then moved towards Norsca, who was broken in the melee, and fell into battle.

   The devil's terrifying little smile brought its anger, and it was the huge fireball that divided the enemy and exploded in the barbarian army.

That explosion directly hit hundreds of marauders and an equal number of greenskin orcs, our armor melted in the demonic flames of the **** cannons, our flesh was stripped, and our entire bodies shattered with the gigantic explosion, blood flowing from It evaporated to dryness in an instant, and the molten iron that turned into a liquid boiled in place.

  The barbarian army, the lowest king of Norsca is still watching.

The rearguard of the small army is too useful cannon fodder, these powerful tribes are predators, warriors, old and young, sick and disabled. For those people, Guan Eliang cares about the strong meat and the weak, which is the eternal law of survival in the northern wasteland. .

  The green-skinned warlord Mirraike riding a flying dragon has never left the fortress range. He is the same as the orcs in the badlands of the south. Because he has been fighting with humans for many years, Mirraike learned to watch the situation.

   The sudden change made the barbarians and orcs on the battlefield fall into hysterical madness.

  In the green-skinned tribe, the youngest, weakest, and greenest little guys were carried away by the little WAAAAGH, and they had a violent fight. They wanted to continue with the shrimp from the north!

   "Dry the dried shrimp well!!"

As the greenskin orcs go crazy together, a mysterious green energy is flooding from under the greenskins of the entire greenskin tribe, like a ignited powder keg, the kind lurking in the greenskins. The mysterious power in the living being, stimulated by the bombardment of the Chaos Hell Cannon, a mysterious link ends in the transmission of all green-skinned orcs, little waaaagh! Let the greenskins of the Bloodclaw tribe retreat into a state of reversible madness, they have fully accepted the call of nature!

"Big sons! Big sons!" the green-skinned warlord shouted in a low voice. It had a disobedience to the boss's order. All of them were mad and howling. The battlefield was a mess, and Guan E Liang Ke was also an orc, and gradually he controlled his desire to kill people.

   Greenskin exists for only one purpose, which is to fight and destroy.

   "Brother, let us kill the shrimp!! Let's get up waaaaagh!!" Millek felt that he had realized the little waaagh! The target, it opened its small mouth, completely obsessed with the stench of saliva and all kinds of filth flowing from the corners of its mouth.

Halfway up the mountainside of the greenskin fortress, little war pigs riding wild boars emerged from the rocks one after another, gradually forming a frantic group of war pigs. Fragmented and sturdy, the wild boars with countless feet in length erected huge fangs and ran wildly in the wilderness. The rearguard of the small army of barbarians had no resistance to them.

The moment to decide victory or defeat has come. At that time, a slow-moving magical storm swept the entire battlefield. The ever-changing brilliance replaced the sky with clouds outside. The endless chaotic magical wind was blowing on the ground, stubborn stones. down, and even opened a pair of divine eyes.

At the other end of the floating space, under the giant magic disk that can carry a hundred people, the body of Tzeentch Warlock Torina Ingelson is gradually dying out. Eighteen god-respected dreads decorated with rings, the bodies of Tzeentch demons exploded one by one, and the winds of magic filled with the explosion gained a huge amount of charge, very slowly, and only what was left on the huge magic disk A dread that has shrunk in size by half.

  Complete the Forbidden Curse of Tzeentch Warlock by offering sacrifices, taking advantage of the subtle loopholes in the small guardian, and adding the strong liquid-like magic wind to bring the real Chaos Demon Realm to the mortal world.

   In the small Norsca army, there was a muffled roar: "Ahhhh!"

   The Lowest King of Norsca rode down my Frost Demon Dragon and went to battle himself.

There seem to be countless voices calling my honorable name in the mountains. In the deep blue demonic sky, the breath of the frost demon dragon Garroslavi fell from the sky, and a breath of frost that was several meters narrow and stretched for a hundred meters burned the orcs. Holding the Sword of Frost Mourning given by the evil god, he fought against the green-skinned warlord Guan E Liang Ke.

Eighteen Swords of Ugin Chaos God's Chosen Knights and seven hundred Blood Allied Guards, eighty or so Chaos Warrior Legions, nearly ten Iceslins and human-skinned wolves, crushing the waves of green-skinned orcs crazily. Army ends show

Like a battering ram, the Knights of the Sword of Ugin ripped open the gaps in the little war pigs, and slammed into the greenskin fortresses. The giants of the badlands and hired ogres were all helpless against the weak knights. , Then, nearly a hundred monsters of the northern wasteland appeared in the fearful eyes of no orcs, weapons made of demon steel, drinking the blood of greenskins, warriors of chaos proving their glory to the gods of white and dark!

At the moment when the Sword of Frost and Mourning collided with the machete, the green-skinned warlord Mirek felt that the trivial matter was wonderful. He was simply an enemy of humans with white air behind his eyes. The warlord struggled to urge the wyvern to escape.

Urolo Ai Troll did not intend to give it a chance to escape. The giant teeth of the Frost Demon Dragon left one blood hole after another under the body of the bipedal dragon. The strength gap between the giant dragon and the sub-dragon species, cloud mud In addition, the Sword of Frost Sorrow directly slashed the diaphragm wings of the bipedal dragon, and drew a long **** opening in the abdomen.

The two-footed flying dragon wailed and slowly fell to the ground, sprinkling pieces of blood in the air, and its tiny body crushed dozens of orcs to death. No more sound.

Mirek also fell to the ground with the mount, his upper jaw was slightly twisted, and his mouth was full of small yellow teeth. His great sword slashed from behind the greenskin warlord, leaving behind a head of an orc corpse.

With a    "click", the Sword of Frost, which was enough to slash dragon scales from the gods of White and Darkness, actually broke a large gap.

  A quaint, especially special, slate that slipped from the dirty armor of the green-skin warlord, the treasure that Guan Erliang Ai trolls dreamed of, the "Ancient Sacred Slate" left in the mortal world!

The dazzling power of purification like a comet swept through the lowest king of Norsca. Almost instantly, the slate disappeared as if activated, and a dark blue magic cage appeared out of nowhere. Warlock Towena Ingerson appeared beside Urolo, and I stretched out my slender, thin arms, dark blue feathers protruding from where the robe was not yet covered, and dozens of eyes that looked like growth rings under my arms:" Your king, the ancient sage slate possesses unimaginable wisdom and power, and almost everything you lost will be burnt."

   The lowest king of Norsca didn't care. I said in a commanding tone: "Reveal the next target, Tzeentch's Prince of the Silver Tower."

   "Yes, your king." The Tzeentch Warlock laughed sinisterly, and my voice carried some conspiracy: "Yes, first of all, you have to deal with an army of Lizardmen, they are coming."

  South of the vast ocean, in the New World, in the endless rainforest of the Dragon Islands, the stalwart temple city of Lustria.

   The top of this giant pyramid, which stands in the temple city, is no more than a few hundred meters low. There are several lizardmen temple guards decorated with gold and precious diamonds worshiping the pyramid.

The star-gazing room at the top is filled with a strong magical wind. Under the huge Regeneration Pond hangs a golden throne decorated with a relief of lizardmen. It masters the mystery of the magical wind. The weakest seventh generation Shilan, "The Elder" Mazda Moody had awakened from his contemplation, and its vast will swept across Lustria, and none of the Skink priests paid homage to its return.

   Waves was shocked, his pupils opened, and the weak Slan uttered the words that changed the fate of the mortal world:

   "Open, small plan."

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   (end of this chapter)

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