On the city wall, all the knights and citizens were covered in cold sweat and their faces were stiff.
When they were learning to speak, the serfs and nobles of Brittany would teach their children stories one after another. These stories were undoubtedly the stories of the knights of Brittany on the battlefield. Among them, the following
The story of the Knight of the Holy Grail is the most popular and familiar.
When they get older, the aristocratic children will dress up as knights and compete with each other using lances. They like to shout the name of the fairy in the lake, just like countless great deeds throughout the ages.
The fairy's profound faith will be engraved in their hearts. Everyone dreams of walking on the road to the Holy Grail, getting recognized by the lady, and eventually becoming a glorious Holy Grail Knight, thus fulfilling their lifelong dream.
The Knights of the Holy Grail are living saints in the hearts of Brittanians. Their stories and legends are spread all over the world. Even children in the most remote and isolated villages can recite the knight's fairy tales catchyly.
In the eyes of the people, the Knight of the Holy Grail is the embodiment of chivalry. When people are helpless and hesitant, they call out the name of the Knight of the Holy Grail, as if praying to God, asking for protection.
But now, the myth has been shattered, even the most powerful Knight of the Holy Grail, Jules, died at the hands of Egil, and every Brittanian feels that something has been broken in his heart.
It was the sound of a long-standing belief, a long-standing belief being shattered.
"Your Excellency Jules..." The knights brought by Kalad, Anara, and Jules to Kurona burst into tears on the spot.
Dalhaide, Aldreeld and the remaining knights of the Principality of Lyonnais were all silent. Dalhaide opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.
"I..." He opened his mouth, and the Duke himself felt tears welling up in his eyes.
He wanted to cry, but his status as a duke meant that he could not lose his composure, so the tears could only flow down the slender crow's feet in the corners of his eyes. Darheide was not only crying for the death of Jules, but also for Leona.
Crying during the game.
Egil stretched out his hand to stop the wild celebrations of the barbarians. He took the head of Jules in the palm of his hand and wiped off the dust on the head with his rough hands. The chosen champion of Khorne won the championship duel.
Victory, but countless emotions arose in his heart. Jules was a respectable opponent, and he felt sorry for the passing of this opponent.
But the king of Scarins quickly recovered from this state. He hung Jules' head on the spikes of his armor, then raised his battle ax towards Dalheide on the city wall, demanding that Dalheide
Hyde returns his woman and son.
"Bretonians! I honor your fallen champions! King Scalins speaks true to his word, now, give me back my women and my sons! Otherwise we will kill every man, woman and
Children, we will crush your stone castle and reduce every village to rubble!" Egil shouted towards the inner castle: "As a mark of respect and memory for your champion, I will give you a day to rest! Tomorrow at noon
, when the sun rises to its highest point, Scalins will launch the final attack!"
Darheide was silent. He hesitated for thirty seconds. He looked at the approaching barbarian army in front of the inner castle. He wanted to immediately order the death of Elizabeth and the child in her belly, but he knew that he could not.
Wasn't the reason why he left Elizabeth alive before because he still had the last bargaining chip in his hand?
He is now like a gambler who has lost everything. He has nothing, but he must guarantee his respect and commitment to the Holy Grail Knight's oath. Since Jules agreed, he must fulfill it.
This is respect for the oath. Since we have agreed to a championship showdown, we must respect the result of the showdown.
A woman named Hangest was put in an iron cage and sent out of the inner castle.
Egil saw that the woman's belly was already in the state of being pregnant for ten months, and smiled with satisfaction. He could feel the deep joy. In this atmosphere, it seemed that the victory brought by the championship showdown was no longer so important.
What no one knows is that Aegir has reached his limit under Jules' attack. To some extent, the chosen champion of Khorne does not want to forcefully attack the final inner fort, but he hopes that he can do so in this way.
, remembering and respecting Jules, this respectable opponent.
The chosen champion of Khorne abides by the honor of Khorne and is willing to keep his promises. This is only for respectable opponents. He never acts recklessly like many champions of chaos. He deeply understands that the honor of Khorne does not allow it.
Defilement and trustworthiness are often just a means, but Aegir is willing to amplify this means to let mortals understand the power and glory of Khorne.
That's why he gave Jules basic respect and initiated a championship duel. If he died in the championship duel, it would only prove that he was not worthy of being the chosen champion of Khorne.
Khorne is obviously very satisfied with Egil, and now, Egil is about to welcome his first son.
At night, in Egil's big tent, everyone in Scarins was looking forward to it, and the cry of the baby filled the night sky.
It was an extremely painful cry and scream. The painful howl not only caused waves in the mortal kingdom, but even formed a strong echo in the subspace. It was the power of chaos.
That was the blessing of the evil god. Chaos and madness were everywhere in the Chaos Realm. In Skarins' camp, a total of eight Chaos Wizards were reduced to ashes due to the strong Chaos Storm. Only Chaos Wizard Cha, who entered the legendary level,
Coy survived.
The barbarian warriors who were not Chaos Wizards and could not sense the wind of Chaos were also constantly trembling in this terrifying Chaos Storm. They knelt down one after another and chanted the names of the evil gods of their respective beliefs.
Egil's weather-beaten face was flashing with tears. He stretched out his hands and gently picked up the swaddled baby.
This child is very strong, with piercing eyes, the same icy blue as his father. He holds a ball of blood in his hand, and his small fist is clenched tightly, which symbolizes strength and the gift of the Blood God.
This is a little guy with a handle.
Egil's eyes were red. He stretched out his hand and stroked the child's face. His son was still very young and could not pick up an ax or a gun yet, but it didn't matter. Egil could wait, he could wait, his
Life is still very long.
The Chaos Wizard Chakoy finally struggled to regain his sanity from the terrifying Chaos Storm. He couldn't wait to crawl to Egil's side and happily announced that his adoptive father's family had a new member. The remaining nearly 20,000 barbarian warriors shouted loudly.
Cheers, cheers to the future chief.
Under the dark night, the camp of Scarins was as bright as day. A grand celebration was held in the barbarian camp. Everyone enjoyed the great victory. Now, the Brittanians have lost them.
champions, all they can do is hide in the city
The people in the fort were in panic all day long, waiting for the judgment of fate, but the barbarians feasted on it. They smashed open the warehouses storing grain, attacked every shop and workshop, and plundered everything they saw. They ate meat with big mouthfuls and drank from big bowls.
Soup, sing loudly.
The barbarians have no reason not to celebrate. Their unparalleled achievements have been made. They have used the blood and destruction of the Bretons to mark their military medals firmly. Tomorrow, they will attack Lyonnaise.
The only inner castle in the city, the throne of Khorne is decorated with Breton skulls and flesh.
Egil held his son in his arms with joy. He held the baby in his arms and rocked it for a long time before he remembered that the child's mother, Hengst, or Elizabeth, was lying on a big table with a pale face.
The woman was looking at Egil with pleading eyes.
She didn't want to die, she knew what her future fate would be, and she was pleading.
Egil didn't react at all. He waved his hand, and Chaos Champion Kevindev came in from the outside: "My king?"
Egil didn't say a word. He pointed at the woman lying on the bed, then put four fingers together to form a hand knife, pointing downwards.
Khorne's chosen champion sets his sights on Kovindev.
Kovindev immediately nodded in understanding.
The king of Scarins held the baby in his arms and walked out of the tent, drinking and celebrating wildly with the barbarians.
"Hiss!" Not long after Egil walked out of the tent, there was a sound inside the tent, and blood stained the rough cloth of the tent red, and Egil sneered.
This is how it should have been, there were a lot of surprises, but the ending finally returned to the established track.
The rest is a happy time to celebrate victory.
Happy times are always short-lived. Egil, who had been celebrating for several hours, heard an unusual and weak horn sound. The horn sound was powerful and majestic. The barbarians who were celebrating crazily were still confused. Many barbarians were drunk.
They were so drunk that they didn't even realize what happened.
The barbarians have always been like this. They believe in chaos and have always been synonymous with chaos and disorder.
Egil was also so blinded by the birth of his son that he did not arrange a sentry at all. He could feel that the alcohol from the two barrels of ale he drank before was corroding his thinking, but the chosen champion of Khorne quickly
Overcoming the power of alcohol, he immediately realized that things had changed!
"There is an enemy attacking at night! There is an enemy attacking at night! Soldiers, pick up your weapons and prepare to fight!" Egil issued a high-pitched command. The sky suddenly changed and dark clouds rolled. Then, a huge meteor burning with flames shot directly from the sky.
It fell from the air and smashed down towards the barbarian camp.
The meteor exploded in the Skarins camp, killing more than 150 barbarian warriors on the spot, and a huge wave of air swept through the entire camp.
At the same time, bursts of thunderous cannon sounds were heard in the distance, and several cannonballs flashing with magical luster drew wonderful arcs and landed behind the barbarian camp.
The cannon roared, the shells exploded, and the artillery attacked the barbarian camp. Every time the cannon sounded, it killed a dozen barbarian warriors and a large barbarian tent. This cannonball was the infamous blooming cannonball. Egil heard the cannon
After the sound, his expression changed drastically. He had been at war with the northern part of the empire and the Nordic Kingdom all year round, so he would not be able to understand this kind of gun barrel.
This is the sound of dwarf cannon!
Britannia...are there any dwarves?
No! Egil shook his head repeatedly. There is a sacred covenant between the empire and the dwarves, and the relationship between Britannia and the dwarves can only be said to be acceptable. How can there be the sound of dwarf cannons here?
"Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!" The sound of the cannon is not fake. No matter what, the noble Chosen Champion of Khorne will face a powerful enemy and win.
"Duwu~duwu~" the horn sounded loudly. After the all-night carnival, a touch of fish belly white appeared in the sky. Skarins' warriors experienced some carnival without affecting their combat effectiveness at all. All the barbarians
They are all ready to face the enemy.
From the other end of the horizon, a huge army of knights appeared in front of the Skarins tribe. They were gorgeously dressed, with flying flags, powerful horses, and neat queues. The flag bearer at the head was undoubtedly a Holy Grail
The knight, he wore a yellow and blue robe, with shining dwarf mithril plate armor underneath. The golden cup cloak fluttered gently in the morning wind. Above the high flag was a family that the barbarians had never seen before.
Heraldry.
The coat of arms is red and white, with a sharp sword passing through a book in the middle. There is a golden Holy Grail pattern in the middle of the book. Two long ribbons extend from both sides of the coat of arms. On top of the coat of arms is a
A count's crown.
"It seems we are late. Lyonnais has become a ruin." Ryan rode on the pure-blood elf war horse Grape and whispered to his flag officer Armand: "I don't know if there are any survivors.
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"But now, we must defeat the enemy in front of us!" Ryan picked up his war hammer.
Not long ago, his army defeated Mousilon's vampire army, and while they were marching toward Leonese, Ryan felt a very terrifying chaotic storm raging in the subspace. He immediately understood that there must be something
A certain Chaos Power is performing evil rituals, or a Chaos Demon has been born.
Ryan immediately made a decision and led the knight army to attack the place where the Chaos Storm originated.
Now, the camp of the barbarian army is right in front of us, and not far away is the Castle of Lyonnaise, which has been plunged into smoke and its gates have collapsed.
Ryan knew that he might be late, but he had no choice. In order to stop his army, Mathubad summoned an army of more than 50,000 zombies and skeletons. These troops were used to delay Ryan's steps, and Ryan had to spend
After taking some time to defeat them, and seeing that the plan was successful, Mahhubard immediately retreated and returned to Mousilon.
Furthermore, due to Darheide's hesitation, the army led by Ryan never received permission to enter the Principality of Lyonnais. It did not rush in until the castle was besieged. He had already expected that he might not be able to catch up, but the barbarian army must be eliminated on the spot.
Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.
"For the sake of the lady, for the sake of Britannia, fire!!" Ryan then ordered, and the dwarf cannon roared, shattering the last bit of luck in Egil's heart. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of barbarian warriors died from the dwarf cannon's shells.
under.
There are indeed dwarves!
The barbarian army quickly formed a formation on the plain. Egil handed his son to his trusted Chaos Champion Haldorn, then picked up the hell ax and walked to the front of the two armies.
He saw Ryan's banner, and Egil thought thoughtfully: "I recognize you, Ryan Macado, the divinely chosen champion of the false god in the lake. It was you who killed the 'Crushing Bear' Birig.
You have done great things in the past few years, and your name can be heard in the wasteland."
"I recognize you too. You are the King of Scarins, 'Red-Eyed' Egil Stilbjorn, the chosen champion of Khorne." Ryan smiled. He was once a Kingdom Knight of the Kingdom of Nord.
, there is no reason not to know Egil, and Skarins comes to Nord to raid every few years.
"Jules' head is here, and you will be next." Egil didn't take it seriously. He pointed to the long head of the Holy Grail Knight hanging on his armor: "Knights, you continue to come here to seek death.
What?"
The army of knights shook for a while, and when many people saw Jules' head, they felt a deep sense of fear in their hearts.
Ryan raised his war hammer and signaled everyone to be quiet. Although he was very surprised, he remained calm: "You defeated Yules?"
"I used to think this was the most precious gift I offered to the throne of Khorne, but it is no longer the case." Egil showed a mocking look on his face. He raised the hell ax and pointed it directly at Ryan: "Your head is
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"Haha." Ryan also sneered.
"I wonder how that lame fool sitting on the brass throne will react after losing his divinely chosen champion?" (To be continued)