Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 349 Encirclement

Three or two unyielding war roars disappeared into the hoarse laughter, and a black shadow rose into the sky, knocking out the fire in the north, and suddenly a bat wing larger than a giant dragon appeared in the sky.

It has arrived in Schwarzhavn.

Are there anyone alive in the city?

Regular legions from two provinces are stationed here. They have advanced cannons, mages, and many companies of famous knights camped on the front line. Not even a dragon can benefit from it.

The monster was laughing in the sky, and the laughter that seemed to be stuck in the throat made Abeson almost fall to the ground.

A corpse failed to stand firm in the strong wind and fell down the wall. It hit the ground hard. The sound was louder than thunder to Absen's ears.

No more, all gone.

Nothing like this had ever happened, at least Abesen had never seen any relevant records.

what is it? Why can there be monsters that can be eliminated into regular organized legions?

Utterbad, an ordinary blind old man walked into the city, circled around the city and then went straight to the east, which was the direction of Oberstern Fortress and where the main force of the imperial army was located.

The sky was almost always bright, and the non-stop sound of cannons shook the ancient castle that had stood for thousands of years. The bats stopped howling in front of the light and fire summoned by the mage, and the undead also fell into sleep amidst the charge of groups of knights.

The emperor on top of the gryphon held Gael-Malaz high, just like Sigmar 2,300 years ago, and took the lead in boarding the heavily guarded castle.

The white fire of the winter wolf danced in his eyes, and seriousness gave the human emperor the majesty of a god. Sigmar's war hammer was his authority.

The gryphon beneath him just spread its wings and swatted away the sword blades and sharp claws thrust from the darkness.

The long and piercing screams pierced the dark clouds. If the undead had not forgotten their fear, they would have been looking for cover on the spot to avoid the predatory gaze of the griffin.

The siege that lasted less than a day could be declared over at this point, because the vampires could no longer organize a decent resistance.

On the west side of the castle, further behind the human artillery, "Great Chanter" Kessler nervously paid attention to the expressions of the mages and tensed his muscles.

The same goes for the knights who monitor the mage with him.

The confrontation between mages is still going on. With the smooth advancement of the imperial army on the front line, there are fewer and fewer vampires who can distract themselves from fighting the imperial mages. This makes the burden on human mages no longer heavy. At least they will not be continuously magicked. Lost souls, fell into evil by casting spells.

Kessler shook off the blood drops on his war hammer, tensed his face, and glanced at the corpse on the ground without joy or anger.

It was better to just treat them as dead at the hands of vampires than to have them be accused of colluding with demons. Everyone present knew that they had done their best.

This is true for mages, who often inadvertently get in touch with demons, because casting spells is inherently dangerous.

Fortunately, they were only controlled by magic, rather than directly attracting an army of demons.

Another swordsman raised his sword and chopped off the head of a mage. The head with only the whites of its pupils had a half-hearted smile on its lips, quietly looking at the dust on the ground and a Double double legs.

He was a good guy before the fight started, and he was the only one who didn't get tired of Kessler's hymns to God over and over again. Kessler would rather he self-destructed because he failed in the battle. At least he would still be a human when he died, rather than an empty shell possessed by demons.

The chanter suddenly understood his colleagues. Who would be willing to accept such power? Magic is clearly a trick used by demons to play tricks on humans.

But it works, like the devil's other gifts.

The secret weapons of the mages did not have time to reveal themselves. By the time Archmage Wolan came to his senses and ordered the mages to take turns, this local war had come to an end.

But Kessler didn't feel any joy after victory, because Ostermark was gone.

May Sigmar bless those who are still alive there, if there are any left alive there.

This small victory is more like a cup of bitter wine. The undead have already reached the outside of the province, but the humans have not yet penetrated deep into their hinterland.

It's almost time. If progress goes well, the armies of all parties will meet up at Taranhof Castle, and the dwarf allies will continue to exert pressure on Southern Sylvania until the two armies encircle and completely recover this land that has been unclean and desecrated for a long time. Province.

In Oakhammer Town, Harid. The Mountain Shield and the Ironbreakers blocked another wave of undead counterattacks. Nearly a thousand artillery pieces from Torrent Pass blew up the forest between Oakhammer Town and Duncanhof Castle. Plains for the dwarf warriors to advance.

There was nothing to hesitate. More than three hundred warriors from various clans steadily advanced toward the north after the artillery fire stopped. They may be the smallest "legion" in this battle, but they are also the one that cannot be underestimated.

They guarded the mountain passes of the Silver Road with their battle axes, and they blocked the endless green tide with their shields.

The uneven ground could not affect the dwarves' shield array. The vampires were frightened into elf sissies by the terrifying dwarfs' artillery fire, and they did not even dare to show their heads and use ridiculous magic to block the pace of the dwarf warriors.

Perhaps they also know that dwarves are not easily harmed by magic, so they do not want to risk being blown into powder by cannonballs and use ineffective spells to add atmosphere to the battlefield.

The sporadic gunshots and crossbows were their cowardly last resistance. The vampires didn't even dare to shoot the dwarves' shields with their crossbows themselves, and just let their puppets make a futile counterattack.

Khalid held the meteorite shield firmly, and together with his comrades, he pushed the airtight shield array to Haqasi Village. However, the non-stop support artillery took away the soldiers' chance to win honors. Just when the dwarf stepped into the village At that moment, a cannon calibrated by an unknown engineer fell straight into the castle behind the village, turning it into history.

Waves of complaints sounded unwillingly behind the shield. Khalid did not join in. He knew that there were many enemies on the road behind.

Further north, the artillery in Oak Village could not cover it.

The boring march continued until the sound of cannons faded away, and ahead was the plain where Duncanhof Castle was located. The Book of Hatred clearly recorded that it was a plain.

To the dwarves' surprise, there were no undead guards wearing ancient armors on the notorious Duncanhof Plain, nor were there any vampire lords coming and going intensively. Even the Duncanhof Templars were not wandering on the plain - because of this The plains have turned into pits.

It was as if someone had pumped it from the ground with gunpowder capable of blowing down mountains. Everything the dwarf could see was part of the bomb crater.

As for Duncanhof Castle, can it still exist safely in this kind of terrain change?

It seems that the dwarves in Torrent Pass can erase their hatred record about it. Khalid only regrets that he cannot help them erase this hatred. He is just a witness.

(End of this chapter)