Warhammer Throne

On the walls, all the knights and leaders were all sweating and their faces stiff.

When learning the language, the serfs and nobles in Brittania will teach children one after another. These stories are undoubtedly the stories of the Brittany knights fighting in the battlefield. Among them, to The story of the Holy Grail Knight is the most well-known and familiar.

When they are older, the aristocratic children will act like knights and use soft rifles to test each other. They like to shout the name of the fairy in the lake, just like the countless great deeds from ancient times to the lake. Fairies' deep beliefs will be carved into their hearts. Everyone dreams of embarking on the path of the Holy Grail, which is recognized by the ladies, and eventually becomes the glorious Knight of the Holy Grail, and then completes their lifelong dreams.

The Holy Grail Knight is a living saint in the hearts of the Bretons. Their stories and legends are spread all over the place. Even the most remote and isolated village children can recite the fairy tales of the Knights.

In the eyes of the common people, the holy knight is free from the spirit of the knight. When the people are helpless, they call out the holy grail knights they know, just like praying to God for asylum.

And now, the myth is shattered, and even the most powerful holy knight, Jules, is also killed by Egier. Every Briton feels something in his heart is broken.

That is the voice of long-standing beliefs, long-lasting beliefs.

"Your Excellency ..." Karad, Annara and Yules brought the krona knights to cry on the spot and shed tears.

The remaining knights of Dalhead, Aldereld, and the Principality of Leonards all said nothing, and Dalhead opened his mouth. He really didn't know what to say.

"I ..." opened his mouth, and the Duke himself only felt tears rolling in his eyes.

He wanted to cry, but the identity of the Duke was doomed to him, so tears could only flow down the slender crow's feet in the corners of his eyes. Dalheide was not only crying for the death of Ules but also for Leonor Cry while racing.

Egil reached out to stop the barbarians' frantic celebration. He took Jules's head in his palm and wiped off the dust on his head with his rough big hands. The horrifying God-winning champion won the championship duel Victory, but countless emotions rose in his heart. Yules was a respectable opponent, and he felt sorry for the death of this opponent.

It was just that the king of Scalins quickly recovered from this state, he hung the head of Yules on the spike of his armor, and then lifted the battle axe towards Dar Hyde on the city wall, demanding that Dar Hyde returned his woman and son.

"Bretanians! I respect your dead champions! King Scalins' words are absolutely true. Now, return my woman and my son to me! Otherwise we will kill every man, woman and Child, we will crush your stone castle and turn every village into ruins! "Egil shouted towards the inner castle:" As a respect and nostalgia for your champion, I will give you one day to rest! Tomorrow noon , When the sun rises to the highest, Scalins will launch the final attack! "

Dalheide was silent. He hesitated for thirty seconds and looked at the barbarian army near the front of the inner fort. He wanted to immediately order the killing of Elizabeth and the children in her stomach, but he knew that he could n’t, Isn't he leaving Elizabeth's life before because he still has the last bargaining chip in his hand?

He is now like a gambler who has lost everything. He has nothing, but he must guarantee respect and commitment to the oath of the Holy Grail Knight. Since Jules agreed, then he must fulfill it.

This is respect for the oath. Now that you have agreed to a championship duel, you must respect the outcome of the duel.

A woman named Hengster was put in an iron cage and sent out of the inner castle.

Seeing that the woman's belly is in the state of being pregnant in October, Egil smiled contentedly. He could feel the deep joy. In this atmosphere, it seems that the victory of the championship duel is not so important.

What no one knows is that Egil has reached the limit under the attack of Yules, and the horrifying **** champion is to some extent not wanting to forcibly attack the last inner castle, but he hopes that he can pass this way , Remember and respect Yules the respectable opponent.

The tyrannical god-chosen champion abides by the honor of tyranny and is willing to abide by his promises. That is only for respectable opponents. He has never acted like a chaos champion. Defiled, trustworthiness is often only a means, but Egil is willing to magnify this means to let mortals understand the power and glory of terror.

Therefore, he will give Yules basic respect and initiate a championship duel. If he dies in the championship duel, it can only prove that he is not worthy of being a horrible champion.

Terrorism is obviously very satisfied with Egil. Now, Egil is about to welcome his first son.

At night, in Eger's big tent, everyone in Scalins was looking forward to it, and the crying cry from the baby rang through the night sky.

It was an extremely painful cry and scream. The painful howling 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 chaotic realm. In the camp of Scalins, all eight chaos wizards were turned into ashes by the strong chaos storm. Only the chaos wizard who entered the legendary order Coy was spared.

Not chaotic wizards, the barbarian warriors who can't perceive the wind of chaos are also trembling in this terrible chaotic storm, they kneel down one after another, chanting the names of evil gods of their beliefs.

Tears flashed on Egir's weather-beaten face, and he stretched out his hands and gently picked up the baby.

This child is very strong, his eyes are bright, like his father is ice blue, he has a blood clot in his hand, and his small fist is tight, which symbolizes the gift of strength and blood god.

This is a little guy with a handle.

Egiel's eyes were crimson. He stretched out his hand and caressed the child's face. His son was still very young, and he couldn't pick up the axe and knife, but it didn't matter. Egil could wait, he could wait, his Life is still very long.

The chaotic wizard Chakoy finally struggled to recover his senses from the terrible chaotic storm. He couldn't wait to climb to Egil's side, and was happy to announce that the adoptive father's family had a new member, and the remaining nearly 20,000 barbarian warriors shouted loudly. Cheers, cheers for the future chief.

Under the night, the large camp of Scarlins was as bright as the day. The grand celebration was held in the barbarian camp. Everyone enjoyed a great victory. Now, the Bretons have lost them. Champions, all they can do is hide in the castle and panic, waiting for the judgment of fate, but the barbarians are rushing, they smashed open the warehouse where the grain is stored, attacked every store and workshop, and plundered what they saw Everything, they stuttered meat, drank soup in large bowls, sang loudly.

The barbarians have no reason not to celebrate, the merits of the future have been cast, they have made a solid note of their military merits with the blood and destruction of the Bretons, and tomorrow they will attack Leonsay In the only inner castle, the Breton throne is decorated with the skulls and flesh of the Bretons.

Eggier hugged his son happily. He held the baby in his arms for a long time before thinking of the child's mother, Hungster, or Elizabeth, who was lying pale on a large table.

The woman is looking at Egil with a pleading look.

She did not want to die, she knew what her future destiny would be, and she begged.

Egil didn't respond at all. He waved his hand, and the chaotic champion Kovindev came in from the outside: "My King?"

Without saying a word, Egil pointed to the woman lying on the bed, and then four fingers joined together to form a hand knife, and everything went down.

The tyrannical god-chosen champion set his sights on Kwindev.

Kovendev immediately nodded clearly.

The king of Scarlins walked out of the tent with the baby in his arms, and he sipped with the barbarians and celebrated wildly.

"Hi!" Shortly after Eger walked out of the tent, there was a noise inside the tent, blood stained the tent's coarse cloth, and Eger sneered.

It should have been this way, and there were a lot of surprises, but the ending has finally returned to the established track.

All that remains is to celebrate the happy hour of victory.

Happy hours are always short. Egil, who has been celebrating for hours, hears an unusually weak horn, which is powerful and powerful. The barbarians who are celebrating wildly are still in a confusion. Many barbarians drink Being drunk, they simply did not react to what happened.

Barbarians have always been like this. They who believe in chaos are always synonymous with chaos and disorder.

Egier was also stunned by the birth of his son so that there was no sentry at all. He could feel that the alcohol of the two barrels of ale he had drunk was eroding his thinking, but the fearful champion of the election Overcoming the power of alcohol, he immediately realized that things had changed!

"There are enemies attacking at night! There are enemies attacking at night! Warriors, take up arms and prepare for battle!" Egil only issued a high-pitched command, the sky changed suddenly, and the dark clouds rolled, and then a huge shooting star burning with fire directly from Falling in the air, he hit his head towards the barbarian camp.

Meteors exploded in the Scalins camp, and more than 150 barbarian warriors were killed alive on the spot, and huge waves swept the entire camp.

At the same time, there was a thunderous cannon sound in the distance, and several cannonballs flashing with magic luster drew a beautiful arc and fell into the barbarian camp.

The artillery roared, the shells shattered, and the artillery attacked the barbarian camp. Every time the sound of the cannon killed more than a dozen barbarian warriors and a large barbarian tent, the shells were notorious flowering shells. His face changed drastically after the noise, and he had been fighting the Northern Empire and the Nord Kingdom all the year round.

This is the sound of the dwarf cannon!

Brittany ... are there dwarves?

its not right! Egil shook his head again and again, the empire and the dwarves had a sacred covenant, and the relationship between Brittania and the dwarves could only be said to be fair. How could there be the sound of dwarves cannons here?

"Ready to fight! Ready to fight!" The sound of guns is not false. In any case, the honorable champion of fearful abuse will face strong enemies and win.

The sound of the horn "Doo ~ Doo ~" sounded loudly, and after a night of carnival, a bit of fish belly had appeared on the sky. The warriors of Scarlins did not affect their combat power at all after some carnival. All the barbarians They are all ready to face the enemy.

From the other end of the horizon, a huge knightly army appeared in front of the Scarlins tribe. They were dressed in magnificent clothes, fluttering colorful flags, sturdy horses, neat queues, and the headed flag officer was undoubtedly a Holy Grail A knight, he wore a yellow and blue robe, and inside was the shiny dwarf mitral silver plate armor, the golden cup cloak fluttering gently in the morning breeze, above the large flag that stood tall, was a family that the barbarian had never seen Coat of arms.

The coat of arms is red and white. A sword passes through the middle of the book. There is a golden holy grail in the middle of the book. Two long ribbons protrude from both sides of the coat of arms. A crown of earl.

"Looks like we're late, Leonsay has turned into a ruin." Ryan whispered toward his flag officer Armand, riding on the blood elf warhorse grapes: "I don't know if there are any survivors By."

"But now, we must defeat the enemy at hand!" Ryan picked up his warhammer.

Not long ago, when his army defeated Musilon ’s army of vampires and was still marching towards Leonsay, Ryan felt a terrible chaotic storm raging in subspace. He immediately understood that there must be Some chaotic power is performing an evil ritual, or a chaotic great demon is born.

Ryan immediately decided to lead the Cavaliers to the chaotic storm.

Now, the camp of the barbarian army is in front of us, not far away, is the castle of Leonasse where the city gate has collapsed.

Ryan knew he might be late, but he had no choice. In order to stop his army, Matthews summoned more than 50,000 zombies and skeleton troops. These troops were used to delay the pace of Ryan, and Ryan had to spend After defeating them for some time, and seeing the plan succeed, Mathhubad retreated immediately and returned to Musilon.

Furthermore, due to Dalheide ’s hesitation, the army led by Ryan did not get permission to enter the Principality of Leonsay until the castle was surrounded. He had expected that he might not be able to catch up, but the barbarian army must be eliminated on the spot. Otherwise, the troubles are endless.

"For ladies, for Brittania, launch !!" Ryan then ordered that the dwarf cannon roared, breaking the last luck in Egil's heart, and in the blink of an eye hundreds of barbarian warriors died from the dwarf cannon shells Under ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ there are indeed dwarves!

The barbarian army quickly lined up on the plain, and Egil handed his son to the chaotic champion Haldon, who he trusted, and then picked up the **** axe and walked to the front of the two armies.

He saw Ryan ’s banner, and Egil thought deeply: "I know you, Ryan Makado, the god-selected champion of the Pseudo-God in the lake. At the time, Birrig, the crushing bear, was killed by you. You have done great things in recent years, and the waste land can hear your name. "

"I also recognize you, you are the king of Scalins, 'Red Eye' Egil-Steel Bjorn, the horrible champion of choice." Lane smiled with a smile, he was once the Kingdom Knight of the Kingdom of Nord There is no reason not to know Egir, and Scalins would come to Nord for looting every few years.

"The head of Jules is here, you will be the next one." Eguir didn't care, he pointed to the long head of the Holy Grail knight hanging on his armor: "Knights, you continue to seek death. What? "

The army of knights shook for a while, and many people saw the first level of Ules, and a deep sense of fear rose in their hearts.

Ryan raised the Warhammer and motioned for everyone to be quiet. Although he was very surprised, he remained calm: "You defeated Ules?"

"I used to think that this was the most precious gift I gave to the throne of terror, but now it is not." Egil faced with sarcasm, he raised the **** axe and pointed at Ryan: "Your head is . "

"Hehe." Lane also sneered.

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