Warhammer Throne

After two rounds of shelling, a white flag was raised inside the cottage.

The knights cheered for victory. The knights of the Principality of Giselle Oaks had originally formed a team to triumphantly want to enter the cottage. They wanted to warn the serfs through their actions. Betrayal will eventually face the most terrible. punishment.

However, when the interior of the cottage was actually entered, the sight in front of the knights opened their mouths.

The cottage is full of corpses, the corpses of serfs, and the dead corpses of the rebellious serfs were laid out randomly, covering the ground inside the cottage. War dead, starved, frozen, and everywhere.

About a hundred serfs were squeezing in the thatched cottage in the cottage. They were all hungry and skinny, skinny, and skinny, and everyone had deep eyes. No matter whether it was an old man, a woman, or a child, they could only squeeze Together, using body temperature to warm each other, the room smelled of foul smells, everywhere the toilet, thatched grass, a few broken blankets, a few single clothes, is the only cold-proof thing of this hundred serfs.

Seeing the knights rush in, the serf's expression was only numb and deep numb. Many of them had an indifferent expression on their faces. It seemed that the knights' trials were all indifferent things.

Sir Coulson was full of anger when he entered the cottage. He had wanted to question why these serf riots? Why rebellion? Why did the serfs choose to betray when the knights were fighting hard to resist the invasion of the undead, and why the knights traded their lives for victory? ?

What are they qualified to do? !

But now, the knights were a little dazed. More than twenty ranger knights of the Principality of Giseleaux walked forward. The stench and rotten smell from the corpse permeated the entire cottage. When the knights appeared, These serfdoms faltered, they struggled to walk towards the army, many serfdoms had deformed feet, their bodies froze as if they were living dead, and some serfs were thinner than bamboo poles.

The serfs were frightened when they saw the knights ’expressions, and then they begged. Several serfs, who were already hungry, knelt in front of the knights and asked for forgiveness. More serfs were indifferent. Knowing what to do, obviously, the knights came to suppress the rebellion, and their ending is almost doomed.

Carrard walked in the heap of corpses, starving serfs everywhere. The expedition knight opened his mouth, and he really did not know what to say.

This is the knighthood?

What have we all guarded?

"How about your leader?" Bertrand sighed softly. He found one of the serfs and asked, "Where are your leaders?"

"On the tower, it exploded, Mr. Sir." A serf in his forties, who looked forty, looked hungry and had black eyes. He knelt in front of Bertrand and wept uncontrollably.

"Why did it become like this ?! Why?" The angry Raymond rushed over and grabbed the serf's shirt, and shouted frantically: "How can you, watching the compatriots starve to death?"

"There is no way, there is nothing to eat, winter is over, the food brought out before has already been eaten up, we can only eat the mouse, nibble the bark, and finally the remaining food has been given to healthy men because they need to take up defense There are bandits, beastmen, and green skin in the mountains. This is our last fortress. We can only wait here and wait for starvation. "

"You can surrender to the knight lords!" Raymond then shouted.

"Rebellion is capital punishment, hanged, sitting together, Mr. Sergeant." The serf responded to Chao Leimeng with some laughs: "How are all dead, my sergeant, how are all dead."

Finally, the serf could not help but cover his face and wept. He even cried a little: "That ’s it, the knights, execute it with you."

"... Madam is on." Carrard whispered: "We have to help them, I mean ... these serfs need help."

"We need to distribute food, boil water, and also, find a way to get more food in nearby towns ... and blankets! Go quickly!" Bellega's face was ugly, and the dwarf king suddenly felt that he had ordered the firing. Deep regret: "Go!"

"I'm going to tell the Duke what happened here!" Sir Coulson only felt that something was broken. He was a little bit embarrassed and a little regretful. He hurriedly circled in the cottage: "Damn, damn! Why would it become such?"

In the entire camp, all the fugitives were brought out. The soldiers tried to open some wooden houses, which contained only piles of dead bodies. The knights leaned against each other in silence.

The army of the bandits camped outside the cottage, boiling water, cooking porridge, the scene was arrogant, and the hungry serfs robbed them. They thought this was their last supper.

Pairs of hungry eyes with blood red, an arm that only shivered in the cold wind, Sir Coulson, who was responsible for the gangsters, was like a knife, he was just a meditator: "I want to tell the Duke, I want to tell Duke ... "

"Don't let them eat too much at a time! Too hungry for too long will die if you eat too much!" Bertrand shouted to the soldiers under his command, looking at the misfortune inside the cottage, and the rebellious serfs hugging themselves The corpses of loved ones cried bitterly, and the heart of the jazz was mixed. After he finished speaking, he sighed long and wiped his tears: "Hey ~ hurry up, we must focus on the burial of corpses and pray, otherwise they will become undead!"

"Sir, I think you need a towel." A hand held a towel and stretched out from the side. The expedition knight Calade's face was black and his mouth barely squeezed out a smile. He sat next to Bertrand: "Before I thought it would be a bandit trip, and now it looks like we are like a team in a relief home. "

"Everyone has to face far more than your master knight thought, Lord Carrard." Bertrand looked at the campfire in front of him and said mockingly: "It's like why the famous serf didn't eat cake, Many old knights do not understand the hard work of the serfs. "

"The serfs have no bread to eat? Then they can eat cake!"

——The last queen of the cavalier king "Tyrant" John II "beauty" Mary

"Under the jurisdiction of the knights, the serfs had to face heavy taxes, but they could at least ask the knights to protect themselves, and in this rebellion, the serfs had to arm themselves to protect themselves, and there were too many enemies in the mountains. , Green skin, beastmen, bandit robbers, and some undead, anything that you find invulnerable in your eyes is the enemy of the serf alive. "Bertrand said to Karad:" In winter, the serf lacked To eat, so are the orcs and greenskins, as well as the bandits and robbers. If they can usually enter the mountains and enter the forest to try their luck, but in this winter, they can only hide in the cottage and wait for starvation, you You know, on the way, we also met a bipedal dragon who came out for food. "

"I now understand why the Earl asked us to bring some more food when we set off." Raymond obviously cried, and the long company of halberds wiped tears: "This is the fate of the serfs? God knows if it was not for me to bring my mother And my brother escaped from Leonsay, will I be hanged or starved? "

Not far away, the body of a cart of serfs was transported out of the cottage, and the dwarves dug a pit in preparation for the mass cremation of these serfs. It was initially calculated that there should be two or three hundred dead serfs. There are more than one hundred living people left, and now the surviving serfs huddled in the corner of the cottage in anxiety, waiting for their judgment.

"What's so strange." The tall Ugol leader Ivan was carrying a bowl of pork soup. His low Gothic language was not standard, but fortunately it was still understandable: "You know the north side of Kislov What is the situation north of the Linsk River? "

Without waiting for Karad to answer them, Ivan said on his own: "Forever war. There are hundreds of Ughor tribes north of the Linsk River. We are grazing and hunting on the wasteland. The only thing we can do The cultivated land can only grow a small amount of food only with the help of the magic of the ice witches. Every year, we have to fight against the barbarian tribes from the wasteland of the north. Every year! It is not very happy to win. Because we all know that the barbarian marauders will make a comeback next year, and if we fail, our ending will be destruction. There is no mercy in the barbarian people, they will kill all of us, old people, women, children, take away Our cattle and sheep, burn our houses, and drink our vodka. "

Speaking of drinking PV Tega, Ivan's face showed an extreme expression of hatred. His face turned red, and he was cursing something in the language of the Ugorian people.

"According to these serfs, there is a cottage over the mountain, there are more people there, and there are five or six such cottages nearby." Sir Bertrand said silently: "We may not be so More food, I hope Duke Hagen can help us. "

"Survival is the only loot we have won in the face of the dark battle." Karad murmured. The expedition knight suddenly felt that he had caught something faintly. That was the glory of knighthood. He continued: "But we cannot be shaken by this, knight. They are the last line of defense guarding against helpless civilians and endless evil. "

Clenching between Durandel's hands, Carrard suddenly felt that he understood something. He raised his sword and put the hilt against his forehead: "You think so, right, Ules?"

Left Karad with the cry of the dwarf: "Enemy attack! A green-skin tribe appeared in the distance! It was a green-skin war pig rider!"

"There are probably more than 150 enemies!"

"Ready to fight! Ready to fight!"

The people stood up immediately to prepare for the fight, but Calade's face showed a cold smile. He signaled the people to sit down. "You don't have to go. Give me twenty minutes. I will come when I go."

The Expedition Knight turned his horse, he roared, and he rushed out of the cottage one by one. In the dwarf's surprised eyes, the Expedition Knight chopped five or six green-skinned pigs and rushed towards the middle of the group of greenskins.

"Ahhhhhh! Accept the anger from the lady! Green skin!"

After fifteen minutes.

Carrard returned with a green-skinned warlord and the heads of a few green-skinned big men, and the expression of fear on his skull with bloodshed on his hand said: "The problem is solved."

"The problem was not solved." Bellega appeared from the side, the dwarf frowned, and asked politely towards Sir Coulson: "This is your master, Duke Hagen's promise to the dwarf? A group of hungry half-dead Serf? God knows how many people we can rescue? "

"This ... I don't know how things will turn out like this. King Bellega, we have sent a messenger to contact the Duke of Hagen, and the Duke will give you a satisfactory answer." Sir Coulson was very embarrassed, it was not him After all, he couldn't make up his mind, he didn't even expect this to happen.

"Green skin cannibalism, beast man cannibalism, chaos cannibalism, man, cannibalism, the **** of nature, Tal is on board, may you guide us, and human beings should stop fighting for such boring things. Bertrand closed his eyes in pain. He picked up the holy emblem of Tal, the **** of nature, and prayed silently: "My scimitar and bow and arrow exist to defend and serve the count."

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It took two weeks for the bandit army to sweep the settlements of several rebellious serfs near the Blackstone stronghold with the wind and the storm. This time, the human and dwarf coalition no longer procrastinated, came to the stronghold and immediately asked to surrender, and refused to surrender. The serfs will be bombarded by dwarven artillery until the defenders are forced to surrender.

After that, thousands of rebellious serfs were gathered together, and then surrounded by a large number of troops. Hagen, the Duke of Giselle Oaks, came to the scene and sat with a pale face, while Belga, the king of the Eight Peaks, had no face. Expression, sitting on the other side.

"Oh! God! The last time is coming!"

"Hanging, definitely hanged!"

"We are destined!"

Most serfs wept desperately, waiting for their own trials. In the imagination of many serfs, today is their end.

But unlike what was imagined, a young halberd soldier came to the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a bad news to tell you."

"Before telling the bad news, let me introduce myself, my name is Raymond ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ from Leonsay!"

"Unfortunately to tell everyone that the Duke believes that all the rebellious serfs must be hanged and executed immediately!" Raymond announced the decision of Duke Hagen aloud and cruelly. The holy grail knight nodded in full view: "In any case, the betrayal of serfs is not allowed under the laws of Brittany! Hanged! Hanged by all, no doubt."

The audience burst into tears, and the serfs screamed and screamed wildly. Many serfs cried with their loved ones in silence.

"But ..." After that, the face of Tie Qing, the Duke of Hagen, who had taken the conversation, showed a reluctant expression: "It is regrettable that you traitors, your trial may be postponed or even temporarily canceled."

"?????" The rebel serfs were all stunned, and the crying and cursing stopped.

"I have an appointment with King Bellega, and this respectable dwarf friend needs manpower to help him grow the land and harvest food. As a price, he will provide protection for these manpower." Duke Hagen said very seriously: "This embarrasses me, because I have no manpower to arrange for King Bellega!"

Baylor added the iron hammer in his hand with a pretend look: "Yes, Duke, you can't fail to honor the agreement between us!"

"So I have no choice!" Duke Hagen looked painful on his face, but he was thinking of other thoughts in his heart.

My acting skills, should I pass?

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