The Lion King of Middenland, Warhammer

() "There seems to be a gunshot in the distant sky, no, it is indeed a gunshot! Could it be that the rescue army has arrived?"

On the towering red tower on the south wall of Kislivgrad City, an officer in charge of vigilance made a tense, slightly surprised voice.The possible good news was so great that he couldn't believe his ears.

"Well, then fire a magic flare to see, no matter what it is, we have to figure this out."

Daleen, the senior monk of the Cheetah, the vice-principal of the St. Cheetah Monastery in Kislev, answered the surprised officer calmly. This old Cheetah Knight is in charge of the duty of the tower tonight and has the final decision.

So the gunners got busy immediately, they turned the heavy winch, tightened the black torsion spring, aimed the muzzle of the large crossbow machine at the sky, and put in the magic flares engraved with runes.This flare is a joint product of fireworks technology and heavenly spells. It can emit a blazing flash in the air for 20 seconds, and it is also an indispensable item in night battles and city defenses.During the siege of Kislivgrad, the defenders cast a thousand of these shells successively, and the current stock is considered sufficient.

"Ah, it turned out to be a small airship? When did the Empire switch to this kind of slow-moving thing? It seems that it can't safely pass through the enemy's blockade at this height?"

With a shrill roar, bright light streaked across the sky between the city wall and the trench, covering the dark camp of the Chaos army in the distance with a layer of light.The bald old monk raised his brass binoculars, with a hint of disappointment showing from the corner of his mouth.

In fact, these days, Kislivgrad's communication with the outside world relies on the magic black swan and the elf giant eagle to complete.The black swan is responsible for conveying some insignificant good news, while the emissary riding the elf giant eagle carries a top-secret scroll that can be burned at any time. These two constitute the information line of the capital of the Red Wall. Their common feature is that they can fly up to 3000 meters away. At a height of more than one meter, avoid the harpies, wyverns, and long-tailed lions in the chaos army who can only fly low.No one uses hot air balloons because their flimsy defenses and slow speed are everything.

But only a moment later, the big monk in heavy armor suddenly changed his face, his voice boomed like thunder, and his sword was drawn out of its sheath.

"The enemy is preparing for a night attack! Send out an alarm! Shoot from all artillery positions!"

Burning rockets flew into the sky, and the frantic bells echoed on the attic of the tower. Ballistas and artillery roared one after another, and the sleeping city of Kislevgrad suddenly woke up angrily, as if The hibernating bear raised his claws.

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"How did the believers of the false god know about our surprise attack plan! What's going on!"

The Great Chief of Norse, Odess, roared angrily, swung his Chaos Battle Ax and slashed at the wooden posts of the fortification like a mad bull.There is a reason for this. In the shelling just now, his elite death squads, which were densely arranged beside the trenches and prepared to attack in secret, were severely injured by the fierce artillery fire from the tower, which made the chief of the Norse people feel distressed.

"This question is indeed a bit strange. Our concealment work is very good! Why did the enemy fire the flare first, and then fire first?"

A female sorcerer wearing a skin tube top, a belt slanted, and a skeleton animal head shoulder armor also raised her doubts. She has long golden hair and a ponytail with silver chains carved with skulls. The light blue eyes are full of puzzled light.

"Forget it! Then withdraw the Death Squad first, and let the damn Chaos Dwarves start shooting! Do they want to wait until the Death Squad is dead before shooting?"

The tall Norse warrior in heavy armor with huge horns waved his hand vigorously, and gave orders to the adjutants beside him.The faint crest of evil god's seal rises from his body, exuding purple light.

In fact, Warchief Ordus was the person in charge of commanding the artillery feint in the Chaos army. Under his command, he had [-] Norse warriors and [-] miscellaneous cannons.Some of these cannons are temporarily cast by Chaos Dwarf craftsmen, and some are captured from previous battles. Their performance is uneven, and only two are the real Hell Chaos Cannons.For this battle, he spent a lot of effort to organize them, and spent a lot of gold coins on the Chaos Dwarves for this.Now, finally, it's time to use them!

"Wait! Master Odes, do you feel some special force in the air above the camp behind you? It seems to be the force of the false gods!"

The blond Chaos Priestess suddenly raised her weapon, and the eight-foot-long animal-headed halberd flowed with magical luster in the narrow bunker. At this moment, her appearance suddenly changed, and long feathers emerged from her temples. It rushed out from the middle, covering her ears with golden crescent moon earrings, like a huge monster bird attached to her body.

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"My God, this is quite spectacular! Did the Chaos choose the moment when we arrived to launch a siege?"

Standing on the bow of the airship, the dwarf Pascal couldn't help expressing emotion, because the scene in front of him was really indescribable.The airship lowered its height, and the magnificent Kislevgrad was already displayed in front of them. Countless fireballs and fireworks drew brilliant traces between the giant city and the chaotic formation.A muffled cannon sound came from below, and sparks and columns of smoke rose in all directions.

"In that case, Jessica will be the first reinforcement to enter Kislevgrad! Jessica is so happy!"

The wolf-eared girl Jessica blinked her eyes with a smile. The tenth champion of Middenland always looked fearless.After a short but intense fight, the harpy scatter in all directions, so she's taking it easy for now.

"Blessed by the supreme ancestor god, the enemy's harpies should be wild. They have not received professional training to attack airships, which is the reason why we can persist until now. Otherwise..."

The red-bearded captain exhaled a smoke ring, his face beaded with nervous sweat.In fact, the harpies just stupidly chased after the human breath and attacked, and it was a blessing that they didn't fly to the top of the airship to tear off the fragile airbag.Otherwise, after the airbag is torn, even the God's Favored Warrior has nothing to do, unless the Nebula Warlock who has the ability to control the air flow can hope to save it.

In fact, this is also the reason why the army does not use airship formations to bomb the enemy's sky, because expensive airships made of huge amounts of cloth are too fragile. In front of wizards, they are almost vulnerable.The huge airbag is the best attack target. Its huge surface area makes it impossible for even high-ranking and top-level mentors to protect it. As long as a few experienced harpies hang up their sharp blades, they can easily tear the airbag on the top. Open a huge gap, let the airship fall to the ground like a stone, and then everything disappears.

"Don't think bad things just yet, gather your strength, and let's land in Kislevgrad!"

Old Loren interrupted the captain's emotion, his sword was still pointing vigilantly at the distant enemy.Hyde and Fleur stood beside him side by side, the howling wind rolled and flew their hair, carrying the breath of wind and clouds.

"Your Highness Hyde, look down there! Are you distracted?"

Fleur gently pulled La Hyde's arm. She suddenly felt that something was wrong with Hyde. From the very beginning, he was silent, as silent as a statue.

"Ah... I'm using the perception field to detect the enemy's situation. It's like a sea, a real sea!"

After several eager calls, Hyde finally answered Fleur with a sudden realization. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he saw something terrible.

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