Warhammer Throne

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Although the Bretons fought bravely, the successive deaths of the deputy commander and the head coach greatly affected the morale of the Breton army. First, the Serf Infantry Regiment began to rout, and then the Freedmen's Army.

In the thick fog, the Poseidon knights desperately recovered the body of Duke Boderek and the Poseidon Trident, and then retreated.

Many people have noticed that the body of Eckert-Claw is missing, but at this time everyone can't think of that much. With the death of the two dukes in battle, the Breton army is on the verge of collapse.

At this time, the command of the knight army was handed over to Sir Amanrik, the Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary. The brave knight found out that the Skaven was regrouping when he judged the situation on the battlefield. The Rats saw that the human army had supported him. The morale rose suddenly, especially the Scully army.

The Supreme Scourge Lord Essex appeared. No one knew whether it took the initiative or was forced to appear, but it raised the banner of the Scuri clan.

At the same time, the sound of bells and horns in the distance rang.

A few kilometers away, reinforcements from the Skaven grin clan arrived.

Tritus-Fearing tail, even among the Skaven Rats, there is the nickname "The Scraps in the Rat". His experience of numerous betrayals and defections has allowed it to constantly prove its treacherous, cunning and character. Inferior, but it always succeeds repeatedly.

The members of the entire Griffin clan recognized that even a deceptive ratman could not think of such a wicked strategy, not to mention that Trites had various shameless tactics. In fact, its strategy and the famous good luck produced. Some legendary deeds.

The most famous story of the rise of Trites-Tailored is after the Battle of Camelback Mountain. At that time, it was still a small character under the Skaven warlord. The warlord saw it as too thin and felt that it was not a threat, so he put the green in the spoils of war. The mushroom wine brewed by Pigoblin was bestowed on it, let it get drunk, and maybe even ready to take the opportunity to send it on the road.

Trites-Fearing the tail pretended to accept, this treacherous rat man spent about an hour purifying the mushroom wine with the unique distillation technique of the rat man, and then secretly fed it to the loot night goblin slaves to drink, Gao The strong mushroom wine will hallucinate the dark night goblins and turn them into crazy spinning killers. When the perfect time comes, it will let these dark night goblins serve the Skaven warlords who are in a meeting, and will soon play the role of alcohol. Below, the entire conference scene turned into a **** killing field.

The bosses are dead. Someone must be a warlord, right? Trites-Weiwei said that he was reluctant to take on the task.

This bad thing is also a famous escape master in the Scavenger clan. It has successfully escaped countless times in battle. The taunts always say that Tritus quickly rolled his tail and fled the battlefield when the enemy attacked or intensively shelled. However, time and time again Tritus reappeared, leaving his destined forgotten colleague to complete the legendary deeds elsewhere.

Among the results of the meeting of the thirteen-member assembly, the Lizui clan should serve as the reserve army and back-up of the Scuri clan.

But Trites-Weiwei is as cunning as always. In fact, if the grinning clan’s army were thrown into the battlefield during the fierce battle just now, the situation could be reversed at any time, even after the coaches of both sides died or were seriously injured. If you attack the Bretons in one go, the Skaven can also win a complete victory.

But Trites-Why is that kind of person?

The Grizzi clan army just appeared, and there was no plan to come up to support it.

What the Ratman warlord likes most is a famous saying brought back from the Mud Basin and Aurora by the Eisin clan: "Retreat and turn into its swift wind, roundabout and outflank its Xu Rulin. Burning, killing, plundering, invading like fire, friendly forces are as difficult as mountains. ."

Seeing the army of the Grizzly clan finally appeared but did not have the slightest willingness to come up to support it, the phalanx of the Scully army that had begun to reorganize became scattered again, and Essex, Lord of the High Scourge, was forced to show up.

"Hey!" Several Assins of the Asin clan rescued the body of Ekter-Claw. At this time, the chief engineer of Skaven was dying, and Essex reached out and took Ike from the Assassin. Te-Claw, the Lord of the High Scourge sighed: "No, the beloved of the Big Horn Rat, you can't die here yet."

After speaking, Essex stretched out the huge claw knot dripping with the deadly plague, and wiped it on the chest of Iktor-Claw, and a row of pustules and rotten immediately grew on the fatal wound caused by Poseidon’s Trident. The sore, the wound became inflamed and swollen, and continued to ulcerate and twist, and the injury of Iktor Claw actually stabilized.

For Brittany, Sir Amanrik finally made up his mind after seeing the appearance of the Grim Clan.

He ordered a retreat.

"Retreat? How to retreat?" Juan was already bloody, and the golden sun headdress on his head was cut off in half. The Duke Magritte shouted at Sir Amanric: "We don't have anything right now. Ways to retreat! Once you choose to retreat, the army will collapse!"

"I know." Sir Amanrik's face hidden behind the helmet couldn't see any expressions. Inside the cross helmet was a ruthless voice: "I don't need you to point me, Estalian, you Are you teaching me to do things?"

"Your Excellency Amanrik!" Juan was irritated by this sentence: "Your Excellency Theodoric has been killed in battle, and so has Your Excellency Boderek! Please don't say anything like this kind of **** at this time!"

"Then obediently listen to my command!" Amanrik turned his head: "Send my order, the whole army is assembled! Ready to retreat."

"Your Excellency, retreat now..." Juan has yet to say.

"Shut up, who said I'm going to retreat?" Amanrik cursed directly: "Gather all of you, we retreat from the front!"

"What?" Juan was stunned.

Retreat head-on?

Sir Amanric ignored him and drew out his knight sword: "Hold up my holy grail banner. Even if I step on it today, I will step on the Skaven's face!"

The red and blue golden Holy Grail banner was erected and pointed directly at the sky. The voices of the Holy Grail knights sounded together: "For the lady and the king, for Britania, charge!"

The holy grail knights assembled, using themselves as arrows, leading the remaining knights to launch the final charge.

The gust of wind came north, the banner flew, and the remaining less than ten thousand Bretons and Estalian knights gathered under the banner of the Holy Grail, quickly regrouped, and then moved towards with the wind and raging waves. Scully's army killed.

Horseshoes are like thunder, lances are like forests, and determination is like iron.

The golden seal of the Holy Grail inspires everyone’s fighting spirit. The frustration and decadence were wiped out. Every Breton and Estalian released the last cry of hatred, and then followed the holy grail knights. Footsteps.

"What? The hairless knights rushed towards us unexpectedly."

"Nono, Skaven, diedie~"

"Mouse~Mouse, it's over~it's over~"

The Scuri army was in chaos, and the Bretons' desperate counterattack came so quickly.

The supreme scourge lord Essex had a terrible expression. The four big horns on its head twisted back and forth. Bunker Hill had been injured in the previous battle with Sir Amanric, and he had spent a lot of money to save Ikert. Strength, now if you are doing your best, how will you deal with that bald head in the future?

After Essex hesitated, Sir Amanrik's Arrow Knight Group was like an arrow from the string, directly breaking through the forward of Scuri's army, and rushing straight to the core area of ​​the Scout Army.

Upon seeing this scene, the lords of calamities immediately decided to avoid the edge, and the army of the grinning clan in the distance saw the Bretons so crazy, and hurried back.

The strength of our grinning clan must be preserved!

This retreat directly caused the Skaven Skaven to retreat across the board. Sir Amanrik led the Breton army to break through the encirclement, and the Holy Grail knights directly broke through the Scuri army!

"Mouse! Rat! Rat!" Facing the crazy knights from far to near, several teams of Ratlin were sent out. They lined up, turned the bearings, and prepared to fire.

"For the lady!!!" Sir Amanric took the lead, the **** of the lake shrouded his body, the knight sword was held high in the sky, and the dazzling light flashed so that the Ratling team couldn't help covering their own. eye.

"For madam!!!" the holy grail knights shouted in unison, and all of them released a bright and dazzling light.

The Ratling team was directly flashed to the head of the rat and Venus stared at him. What's more, because of being too nervous, most of the Ratling got stuck.

"Fire!" Juan and the Estalian knights seized the opportunity and took the rifle from their waists, and the hoarse voice of Enzo Moretti, the Grand Instructor of the Magritte Knights, sounded.

Eyes filled the sky, Skaven's army was crushed under the impact.

Ratling team, all destroyed!

The poison wind mortar squad, all destroyed!

Dimensional Stone Claw Lightning Cannon, all destroyed!

Even in the end, Sir Amanric led the holy grail knights into the Skaven’s camp, and a fire burned all the food reserves of the Scuri clan to ashes. Juan and Estali even more. The sub-knights used grenades and gunpowder barrels to blow up several spare wheels of destruction into the sky.

Then Sir Amanrik ordered the army to retreat towards Pordro. At this time, Skaven was unable to pursue it and had to let the Bretons leave.

The battle of Aquitaine ended here.

It is worth mentioning that Trites-Tailor's army did not enter the battlefield until the last Breton gun was carried by a pack horse and disappeared beyond the horizon for nearly twenty minutes.

"Sorry, Lord Scourge, the Grizzly Clan wants to help you very much, yes~yes~ but the timing is not coincident, we are just enjoying the lunch, so we are late, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

"Crawl!" Essex's extremely angry voice came. If it weren't for the next attack on Gene City and still need a grinning army, it would now kill Trites-Fear!

…………I am the simplest smelly mouth, the dividing line of the most extreme enjoyment…………

At this moment, on the banks of the Grismori River, Ryan is leading the 30,000 main force of the old guards, the Royal Musilon regiment, and the Breton nobles of the northern knights, rushing to Jean. The road to the city.

Ryan's original intention was to keep Emilia in Musilon, but the empire was determined to follow. The little maid extorted a set of wood elf Starfire rune plate armor from Ryan, and Ryan had no choice but to leave it to her.

The lake **** witch Mogiana followed Ryan on the unicorn Sylfin. She frowned and looked at Emilia from time to time, but she couldn't say anything.

Due to the critical situation, Raun, François, Bohemond and others who are in charge of Curona have all come, and Marshals such as Bertrand, Rokosovsky and Davu have almost all arrived. This support army general is so impressive, everyone firmly believes that as long as they can arrive in time, they will be able to wipe out the Skaven.

But the question is, can you catch up?

Ryan faintly had a bad premonition. There was no way. The territory of Bretania was very large. Most of the main knights and the Royal Legion were transferred to Curona to maintain law and order and possible riots because of previous belief problems.

Even the Devonshire and Twilight sisters are in the army, and Allai's front is also behind the knight army.

"Father, you don't seem to have a bad face?" The younger son followed up with his horse, and said towards Ryan.

"I always have a premonition of unknown." Ryan looked at the sky of the old world. As the chaotic wind doubled intensified, it is hard to see the cloudless and endless scenery in the sky now, with red, green, and colorful patterns like aurora. , Like dark clouds in the shape of demons and human faces, and those howls and lightning that appear from time to time.

"Father, Sister Nestra and Sister Alohan said they could let the giant eagle carry me directly to Jean City." Devonhill continued, "It will be faster."

"Why, can't I?" Ryan said casually: "It must be you?"

"You will scare those giant eagles, you are too bright, father." Devinhill shrugged: "The sun brings us warmth, but if you get too close you will be burnt to ashes."

"Humph~" Ryan snorted, just about to say something, a ranger appeared on the other side of the horizon, the messenger was already sweating, and he immediately knelt in front of Ryan: "Your Majesty! There is a war report. Here! Duke Bodric, Duke Theodoric, and Duke Juan led an army against the Skaven Skaven to fight against Aquitaine."

"How is the result?" Ryan asked eagerly, his eyes widened.

"This……"

"Asshole, did you win or lose? Don't you even know this?" The Breton marshals on the side scolded François unusually, and the Chief Cabinet Minister cursed: " Incompetent waste, quickly say, did you win or lose?"

"This...I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure whether it is winning or losing." The messenger said entangledly, and he kowtowed for mercy.

"Is it a tie?" Bohemond asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it doesn't count, right?" The messenger couldn't tell.

Everyone looked dumbfounded.

Isn't it a win, it's not a loss, or even a tie? What kind of battle is this fought?

"Give me the battle report!" Ryan immediately received the battle report from the messenger, and the Knight King glanced at it twice and couldn't help but sigh up to the sky.

His admiral died in battle.

The Duke of Boderek and Theodoric died in battle. They failed to complete the mission of intercepting or obstructing the Skaven army. About 20,000 Bretons participated in the war and only more than 12,000 people stood out and retreated to Boulder. Luo.

From this point of view, Bretania cannot be considered a win.

However, the Skaven Skaven also suffered heavy losses. The Scurry army left more than 60,000 Skaven corpses in Aquitaine. Not only did more than half the casualties, but also a large number of elite and war machines were lost. Sir Amanric was even more troubled. Burned all the reserve food and grass of the Ratman, Juan blew up the War Machine Warehouse and the Dimensional Stone Warehouse in Shikuli. Not only did the Shikuli family lose dozens of well-trained engineers, captains and warlords in this battle, He almost lost Ektor Claw. Although the chief engineer warlock was not dead, he was half-worn.

From this point of view, Bretania cannot be considered a loser either.

Tie? Obviously it doesn't count. After a brief reorganization, the Skaven Skaven continued to head towards the Gene City!

Ryan’s general report informed everyone, and he had to sigh. Many of the knights and nobles who had been friends with Duke Bodrick couldn’t help but burst into tears. Even Devin Hill wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes with their sleeves.

Ryan closed his eyes: "Keep on marching, under Jean, it will be the burial ground of Skaven."

"Yes!"

Here comes the rat man!

At this moment, as the earliest territory of Ryan, the Baronness of Jean is already in chaos. The people here have probably not experienced war for more than ten or two decades. Panic is spreading in the territory, and many merchants and freedmen have packed their things. Just intend to escape, but more people plan to stay and defend their homes.

As a left-behind noble, Hex, Earl of Devon, took over the role of coach. Hex knew that he was unlikely to block Skaven’s army by this, so he not only ordered martial law, but also did a good job of guarding. Preparation of cities and castles.

Similarly, Redfish Village was in chaos. Many people rushed to put their property on carts and carriages and fled, but most of them chose to stay. They gathered at the gate of Anglang Manor. They believed their knights. master.

The last knight.

World Devourer Gene Primarch, the simple farmer Angelang is sitting in his bedroom, he shook his head and sighed ~www.ltnovel.com~ I just want to plant a good land, why, why in this place too Can't escape the war? "

"Why do all kinds of trouble always come to the door?"

"Why... always push me like this?"

The wooden floor was pried and lifted, and inside was a long large iron box, which was sealed with a chain.

Anglang opened the iron box, and lying quietly inside it was a black giant sword. It was two meters long and had a jagged blade. It was imprinted with very ancient runes that were older than human history. .

"Damn mouse, **** terrorism, you all forced me, right?" Angelang took out the giant sword: "Even farming doesn't make me feel at ease, right?"

"Then don't blame me."

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