The leader of the rangers, Gustav Kral, shouted. The light of the torches and the moonlight above his head complemented each other. The horses galloped in the jungle. Even though there were only about fifty horsemen, the deterrence generated was enough to defeat an entire army.
A cavalry charge from the back is a devastating blow no matter what age it is.
In the horrified eyes of the tribal warriors, the human rangers from the land of trolls rushed directly into the battlefield with a fearless attitude. The blood of Lady Kislev flowed in their bodies. In the era when people drank blood, they were the most tenacious in the north.
Warriors, in the era of chaos invasion, they were the guardians on the Great Wall. They were the shields of the king and the guardians of the people. Time can erase people's memories of them, but it cannot erase their faith and beliefs rooted deep in their hearts.
.
Rows of Norscan infantry were pushed down by the Great Wall Rangers. Their spears broke after piercing the enemy's body. Then they drew out the swords they carried and began to fight with the barbaric Norscan warriors.
On the other side of the battlefield, beneath the heights of the forest, Rhodes looked expressionless as he pressed down the hilt of his sword, and stabbed the sword with blood-stained hands into the chest of the tribal chief. The blade pierced the muscle and passed through the sternum.
It pierced the chief's still-beating heart.
Blood spurted out from the torn skin, like a small fountain, and the flow continued.
The spirit bear stood on Rhodes, fighting violently, tearing apart Norscan infantry and cavalry one by one. The war horse was frightened in front of the giant bear, turned around and fled, throwing the rider off the horse, and then was torn apart by the giant bear beyond recognition.
…
The battle is still going on, but the Norscan army with only a few dozen people left has been surrounded and massacred in the middle.
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
In the center of the battlefield, Rhodes raised his arms and shouted.
Everyone turned into butchers on this day... The dwarf Bogur was even more satisfied. He rode on a dead Norscan infantry and chopped the opponent into pieces with two meat-cleaving axes.
…until blood and minced meat splattered everywhere…
…
"victory!"
The massacre lasted for a full two hours. When all the people of the Blood Spear tribe were slaughtered, Rhodes stood on the pile of corpses piled up on a hill, raised his sword and shouted. The surrounding soldiers raised their weapons.
The voices echoed, and everyone's face was dyed red with blood. Under the firelight, they looked like devils in hell.
"History should remember this day. The sentinels of the Great Wall return to Kislev."
Stepping down from the pile of corpses, Rhodes walked straight towards the ranger leader Gustav. The latter jumped off his horse, put away his weapon, and stood in front of Rhodes.
"grown ups."
He returns.
"What are your plans next? It was your support that allowed us to defeat these seemingly invincible opponents. Follow me back to Black Hammer Castle, Black Hammer Castle needs you."
Rhodes persuaded. However, Gustav seemed to have no intention of joining. He took a step back and his expression instantly became serious.
"Forget it, just go back with you. We belong to the grassland. My father's generation has settled in the land of trolls. The Great Wall Sentinel...that is already history."
"History will never forget you, right?"
Rhodes continued to persuade. However, the other party still just smiled and refused to join Blackhammer Castle. Before Rhodes found them, before they became the Prairie Rangers, they were the king's shields and were loyal to the Kislev Tsar...
…an ancient legion…
"History has long forgotten us. The day the Great Wall was abandoned was the day we were forgotten." Gustav sighed.
"Well, since you don't want to be my comrade-in-arms, I can't keep you anymore. But, chaos is rising, and darkness is coming... I encountered several times more beastmen than usual during the Battle of Evil Moon."
"I know, so I will go all the way east to help you find more allies, some people who are also forgotten in the north like us. Maybe they will join your command."
"who?"
Rod asked.
"Some former partners - Ugor Cavalry."
Gustav's answer lifted Rhode's spirits. After developing for so long, he now has an infantry team that is capable of fighting and can be financially self-sufficient. The only thing he lacks is a real cavalry team.
Outflanking on the battlefield is impossible without cavalry. This is why the Blood Spear tribe was so arrogant before the war.
Of course, Gustav was just there to persuade. Rhodes was not sure whether he could convince these most powerful horse archers in the Old World. After all, he had no interaction with them. Based on Gustav's words alone,
Whether these arrogant light cavalry will believe it or not depends entirely on luck.
"Well, thank you, friend."
Rhodes thanked him and Gustav and his party said goodbye.
At night, the Black Hammer Alliance forces built a camp next to the battlefield. They wanted to dispose of these corpses together. First, they dug a big pit, and then burned them all together. The night was long, and who knew what would happen in the future...
"Hey, bro. Have a sip?"
Beside the campfire, the dwarf butcher Bogul found the unhappy Rhodes.
Taking the beer bottle, Rhodes took a long sip.
"How many more did you cut this time?"
Rhodes asked. His eyes were fixed on the butcher, and he could almost guess the dwarf butcher's expression the next second.
"Twenty-six, damn, that's not enough. I could have cut more, but those corpses blocked me."
Bogul replied angrily and dissatisfied. Rhodes suddenly remembered that the battle a few hours ago was indeed like this. The corpses of the Norscans were piled into a hill. Humans with enough height could climb over the pile of corpses and fight more enemies.
For a dwarf with short legs, it is not an easy task to climb over a pile of corpses that is more than one meter long.
"There will be opportunities in the future."
Rhodes said with a smile.
"Let's get down to business, brother, where are you going to go next? It's a shame those rangers are gone."
Butcher Bogul asked. After several battles, large and small, Bogul and Rhodes have developed a deep friendship. Of course, this friendship needs more time to consolidate. But at least for now, they can call themselves brothers.
"Where to go? Where else to go. Back to Blackhammer Castle, my soldiers are injured, they need to recover and rest."
"Just let them go back by themselves. Virgil, Celta, you can let them return to Blackhammer Castle with the wounded."
"What do you want to say? You don't want to fight somewhere else, do you?"
Rhodes became alert. Dwarf butchers are famous for their fanatical killing of enemies. Every butcher hopes to end his life with a glorious death on the battlefield. But Rhodes doesn't want to think that there are too many wars in the world, and he is like that now.
If you have some strength, there is no need to go around provoking others. If others don’t provoke you, you’ll be fine.
"No, no, no. Even if I want to fight, it seems that there will be no opponents in this area in a short time. Unless you continue to go north and attack the interior of the Norscans, but that is meaningless. My idea is,
It's time to go to my hometown and meet my people."
"your hometown?"
Rhodes asked curiously.
"Yes, my hometown is Dulong City. You know, in the entire northern border, there is only one dwarf stronghold, Dulong City. The others are all small settlements. I was born in Dulong City, and I know the situation there.
, at the same time, I also understand my people. They welcome warriors, especially those like you. You defeated the Norsca tribe. They are Chaos believers. The people in Dulong City hate Chaos. This time, you are equivalent to eradicating it.
Defeating their opponents, more than a thousand people, is a great achievement. It just so happens that I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time."
Bogul warmly invited. He was a little excited. Through two battles recently, Bogul had already grabbed a lot of wealth. These things can be exchanged for silver and he can buy a lot of good things in Dulong City. The Black Hammer Castle is too
It is small, and the logistics and market are extremely underdeveloped. Even if you have money, you can't buy good things. For example, those real famous dwarf wines and truly powerful weapons cannot be bought in Black Hammer Castle. But it is different in Dulong City.
"but……"
"Nothing but, brother, after this period of getting along, I already have a rough idea of your situation. Your territory is located in the northern border of Kislev, bordering the dark forest. It is an area where various evil creatures come and go most frequently. If in the future,
When Chaos invades, your castle will be the first to face disaster. You can't always rely on your own strength to fight against the enemy. You need allies, and Dulong City is an ally worth making friends with. Believe me, Dulong City hates Chaos.
, as long as you have my lobbying, it won’t be a big problem.”
"I'm not saying that I don't believe them, but how can they believe us? After all, your tribe has not seen us fight against the Norscan tribe with their own eyes."
Rhodes asked. This is really worrying. After all, the road to Dulong City is not smooth sailing. The entire northern border is not safe, let alone Kislev. When accepting the trial of the Bear God, Rhodes
Deben felt the darkness there. Whether it was various potential beasts, chaotic creatures, or the harsh climate.
"It's simple. Cut off the heads of the chief and his direwolf and bring them back to me. He has the mark of Khorne on his body. This is the best proof."