Warhammer Seal

Chapter 213 Chapter 210 Four Who Wins, Who We Help

"Southern guy, look at your bamboo pole-like body and weak arms, you will definitely be easily crushed to death by my slap, and you won't even have the strength to fight back."

"Ah, you don't use a weapon?"

Wende pulled out the sword of salvation and waved his hand at the same time.

"I thought you Norscan Yankees had the custom of one-on-one duels. It turns out that you just came up to brag and wasted my time."

To deal with trolls, as long as you talk to him, you will lose.

He will use his rich experience to bring your IQ to the same level as his, and then use his years of experience to easily defeat you.

For example, when someone scolds your account book, you will also instinctively criticize other people's account book.

When someone scolds your source of birth, you can only think of his source of birth.

There are only two ways to end this boring scolding, and one of them is to punch each other directly along the network cable.

How Wang Situ failed was clear to Wen De. All kinds of sophistry from the Zhuge villager allowed him to follow his train of thought, and then he was pissed to death on the horseback by such a basic point as political correctness.

Therefore, Wende directly took out the Improved Musket IV.

"Damn it, the Yankees are still so mother-in-law. I thought it was a lord duel. It turned out that I just came up to scold you. I don't have time, but I can kill you, then fly to your grave, and steal your tribute like crazy. .”

This is the weakness of the Norscans. They only value two things. The first is bravery. The word cowardly is the most insulting word.

At the same time, the Norscans also value the world after death. After a heroic death in battle, they can go to the Hall of Valor to enjoy endless food, wine, virgins and the fun of fighting.

The angry Ulfric directly drew his weapon and pointed it at Wende's nose.

"You imperial dog, I'll grab you with my bare hands, tear your ribs apart to make a Blood Raven, and kill everyone you know at the same time."

"Ah, you really don't want to fight? Then I'll go back. If you have any complaints, go back directly."

Just don't quarrel with each other, and Wende also has such a personality. Those who are not good at dealing with quarrels will inevitably give him a good mouthful, and those who are good at dealing with quarrels, then just shut up and punch him.

Very well, Ulfric was annoyed by Wende, so he took a step forward, but he noticed the clue immediately.

In addition to making him eloquent, Tzeentch also has a smart mind, which is what the Norscans lack the most.

Of course he noticed the artillery of the empire. Oh, it turned out that the imperial man was using the aggressive method. If he took a step forward, he would definitely be bombarded by artillery.

Wende turned his head directly and shouted at his artillery position.

"All the artillerymen left the mounts, which made the Norse think we were going to ambush him."

Directly obeying orders, all Imperial artillery left their artillery positions, leaving Ulfric speechless ahead of time.

Hmph, the despicable southerners must have other ambushes. If you want to seduce yourself, it is absolutely impossible to fight one-on-one.

But looking at Wende's extremely arrogant face while still holding his booger, it is absolutely impossible for Ulfric to return to his own army.

No matter how much he insulted Wende, Wende only responded with one sentence.

"Don't BB, come up and fight alone."

Standing firm and invulnerable, if he stepped forward, he would be ambushed by the cunning imperials, so the clever Ulfric came up with an excellent idea.

The Seafang, Ulfric's own favorite ride, is a magical little Norse sailing ship with a very magical ability.

He can summon such a small sailboat on any occasion and anywhere, and then he can also ride this small sailboat to every corner of the world. After all, he is blessed with chaos magic.

At the same time, there is another use, that is to summon the fast-moving small sailboat from the front, directly crushing a bloody road in the enemy's front, and ordinary people can't dodge at all.

Thinking of doing it immediately, Ulfric immediately called his small sailboat, a portal suddenly opened, and one of the small sailboats flew towards Wind like a cannonball.

Only elves can dodge things at this speed, Wende's mortal body has no way to dodge at all, but this time is enough for him to put the sword of salvation in front of him.

That's right, this is Wende's most important plan, confiscating Ulfric's small sailboat.

This guy can sit directly in the boat, and go directly to the back of the imperial infantry line through the teleportation of the Chaos Demon Realm, or rely on the small sailboat to kill and wound the imperial infantry standing in the army formation.

"Your boat is fine, it's mine now."

The most powerful ability of the Sword of Salvation is not its sharpness, but its ability to absorb magic. It can directly absorb the opponent's magic into the long sword and store it until it is needed.

The small sailboat created by magic is now firmly bound in the sword of salvation, no matter how Ulfric calls it, there is no way to summon it.

"You vile coward!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I am a coward. What, you say I am mean? Ah, yes, yes, I am mean."

This ship is now Wend's, enough to make Ulfric lose all means of long-range magic attacks, and it can be regarded as alleviating the threat of the Imperial artillery.

It's a pity that Wende is immune to magic, and there is no way to travel freely through the Chaos Demon Realm in such a small sailboat.

Now that the task has been completed, what's the point of BB? Just run away, swagger back to the team, and at the same time order all the artillery to be in position.

"Hey, Ulfric! Go back and cry to the Chaos Gods like the little wife who just passed the door, crying and making noise, let them find a way to find you a new one."

Good guy, this sentence directly ignited the anger of all the Norscans. It is one thing to disrespect the Norscans, but it is the greatest blasphemy to disrespect the gods worshiped by the Norscans.

Ulfric couldn't wait to kill Wende and take back his small sailboat, so he immediately raised his heavy shield and swung his sword at the imperial army across the bridge.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

The earth immediately began to shake, and the endless Norscans and their terrifying monsters all began to charge. This will be an extremely difficult battle.

Emperor Karl Franz had already clenched the warhammer in his hand, and the death claws under his crotch couldn't hold back his excitement and began to plan slowly with his hind legs.

The artillerymen were all at their positions, and Wende was ready for test firing. At the same time, he was closely observing the Norse lines, thinking about how to make the artillery shells better kill the enemy.

"Lord Tipperchery!"

A Dark Elf Cold One cavalry immediately galloped back from the outside to report the latest situation.

"The Empire and the Norscans have already started fighting, who is our bombardment target?"

Tipperchery was standing on the tallest mast of the Black Ark, watching the situation on the Prager Bridge in the distance with his naked eyes.

"Whoever has a better chance of winning, we will help."

　Ulfric learned long ago through a friend that there is a powerful magical ship that can take anyone anywhere in an instant.

　　In fact, it is walking through the Chaos Demon Realm, similar to traveling through the subspace. After entering from one place, you can come out from any place you think of, provided that you can withstand the corruption of the Chaos Demon Realm, and you have not been favored by Tzeentch. No major Chaos storms affected sailing.

　　Essentially a magical method.

　　Thanks to [Invincible Gentleman] for the reward, such a huge sum of money can even touch the hearts of dark elves.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)