Chapter 923 Charge!

In the middle of the battlefield, a championship showdown unfolded.

The championship match between Callard and Ulfric can be said to be a perfect match. Both of them are unparalleled warriors in their respective civilizations. The legend of Callard has gone through many years and has continued to flourish. He is the only one other than Ryan The Holy Grail Knight who completed the Holy Grail trial the fastest in recent years. After returning from the trial, the Holy Grail Knight who suffered a lot and lost all his relatives proved his loyalty to the goddess and turned the tide in many battles.

In the Great Expedition of the Eight Peaks, Karard accomplished his own endless feats of glory. He successively killed King Strigger, the lieutenant of Queen Neferata of Lahmia, and a large group of green-skinned warlords, making him famous in the Old World.

Similarly, Ulfric is also a hero of Norsca, with few defeats in dozens of duels. The dozens of skulls and even two skeletons hanging on his body all show the power of this chosen God of Chaos. .

Out of respect, Ulfric initiated a duel request to Callad, and out of honor and faith, Callard could not refuse such a request. Historically, wars between Brittania and the Norse ended in It all ends in a championship matchup.

Ulfric's speed is extremely fast, and the wanderer blessed by the four gods of chaos is like a giant wolf from the ice field, exuding bloodthirsty killing intent, the only thing he sees is his figure like a phantom Usually back and forth, only the afterimage of the brown fur on his body can be seen, hitting the gap between Karad's shoulder armor like a tumbling cloud, the frost bite draws a cold trajectory, rolling up a cloud of dust on the battlefield.

Callard moved his steps ruthlessly. The three dwarven enchanted runes on the full-body plate armor of the dwarven Seiko vibrating Grimnir rune on his body were shining brightly, flashing a light that made Ulfric feel afraid. Biting the cold frost is easily counteracted by the rune plate armor, the cursed power from Chaos and Norscan Ice Fields cannot penetrate this epic rune master pinnacle work, on the contrary, the Excalibur Durandal The golden flame is imposing.

Frostbite and Durandal collided, and the burst of two forces caused both sides to take a step back. Golden flame ripples erupted from the sword of Durandal, and the frosty bite shot out cold air, and the two gods The weapons collided head-on.

"You are doomed, King of Knights! Your head will become my lord's wine jug and be enshrined on my altar in Norsca." Ulfric babbled while attacking, his attack momentum It was heavy, and all of them were aimed at Karad's neck.

Callard did not understand Ulfric's Norscan language, which is a variant of the Empire's Low Gothic plus Norscan localization. If someone who is not familiar with the Norscan language does not listen carefully, St. Yu Da Holy Grail didn't say much, the Excalibur in his hand wielded the blade nimbly, rushed in close, gyrated with one foot, slashed up and down, Durandal separated the blade of Frostbite, and suddenly attacked Uffle gram belly.

Ulfric quickly retracted his sword to resist, and the wanderer sternly blocked the attack. Frostbite and Durandal burst out with sparks, and the wanderer felt the terrible force from Calad's blade. Knocked back, blades slamming, Karard unleashed a swift onslaught trying to carve a breach through Ulfric's defenses.

And Ulfric knew that he couldn't give Karard a chance. He knew what kind of armor Karard was wearing. Even if the Frostbite hit the armor, at most it would leave a mark.

So Ulfric knew he had to be careful, or his legend would come to an end in Britannia.

Callard's slam was like a never-ending storm on the Chaos Sea. Ulfric resisted with all his strength and turned into a reef on the shore. He raised the giant skull shield in his other hand. His defense was dense and cautious. and full of strength,

Like the ten thousand year cold wind of Norscan, he blocked the series of onslaughts of Karard.

Durandal's blade sliced ​​off the Chaos-blessed bones and the marks of the evil gods on the skull shield. The sacred power of the fairy of the lake expelled the corruption from Chaos. Ulfric looked at the surface of his shield with pain. Broken, the wanderer taunted: "You had the opportunity to be guided by the true god, but you gave your allegiance to the false god."

"It's too slow!" Callard said coldly, the anger from the lake god fell rapidly with the impact of the blade and the sound of thunder piercing through the air. Durandal's blade hit the middle of the skull shield, and there was a sound There was a sound of cracking, the ground under Ulfric's feet shattered, and the wanderer's figure fell short.

"You are very powerful, King of Knights. If it is another Norscan champion, it is estimated that this set will be taken away?" Ulfric swung his shield to bounce Karard away, and he continued to roar: "Your father is really capable, Ryan! Your father has a chance of giving birth to a child, and both father and son will die. Didn't he also insist on giving birth to you?"

"..." Callard's attack collided with Ulfric with unparalleled strength. He paused for a moment, and a series of violent attacks followed towards the wanderer. Durandal followed Ulfric Ke's shoulder armor grazed along, cutting off half of the wanderer's shoulder armor, and chopped the entire skeleton hanging on him into pieces.

The blow sent Ulfric staggering, and the Wanderer unleashed his fury, taking advantage of Kharad's blade being hindered, striding closer, getting his footing, and striking hard, the collision of the two weapons There was no shadow at all, only sparks in the air. In the fierce battle, the two unparalleled warriors of all races were like the messengers of the gods of the supreme heaven, which made other troops on the entire battlefield feel that they might be He strayed into the battlefield of the game of the gods.

But when Karard and Ulfric were fighting in darkness, the situation on the entire battlefield was changing rapidly.

The troops of the Norse army on the beachhead had difficulty gaining an advantage in the face of the Bretanian army at the beginning. They were indeed fearless and dared to launch a fearless charge, but the tenacity and discipline of the Bretons this time The strictness far exceeded the expectations of the Norscans. In the line of fire, the barbarians were terribly killed, and in the close combat, the barbarian looters did not take advantage. At first, the two sides fought back and forth , evenly matched.

But the situation changed very quickly when the Britannian artillery entered the field.

"Get ready! Launch!" Thomas, the Musilon engineer, signaled the artillerymen to load ammunition. The Sunshine Rocket Launcher and the Musillon Cannon fired dozens of terrifying rockets and roaring shells at the barbarians in the distance. The heroic fireworks On top of the performance, hundreds of barbarians were blasted into pieces like this, with stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky, solid shells hammered the enemy's line continuously, and each shelling was like a cold iron plow hitting the closely-arranged enemy. Ravines of flesh and blood were plowed out in the legion, and then exploded, taking the lives of several barbarians.

The second round of shelling was more than twice as powerful as the first round, because after the first round of attempted shooting, the Musilon engineers who graduated from the Noor Gunnery Academy calculated the trajectory at a very fast speed and measured Having found the optimal distance, the artillerymen seized the time to change the angle.

The barbarians were bombarded by heavy artillery, coupled with the fact that they couldn't get down after several consecutive waves, and without Ulfric's command, there were already signs of shaking on the beachhead full of gunpowder smoke and war.

What? You ask the Norscan monster gangs, mammoth war elephants, and those Norscan ice trolls, where are the elite who can overturn the infantry line in a few strokes?

On the dozens of dragon boats lined up outside the pier! These monster battle gangs and mammoth war elephants are crowded at the end of the dragon boat fleet, but they can't find a chance to land!

Ulfric's dragon boat fleet is now like a crowded nest of ants and bees, all crowded in the narrow sea area outside Chantillon's pier. The dragon boats in front are moored ashore. The Norscans with melee weapons rushed out of the dragon boat in a swarm, hacking and killing, and looting when they couldn't cut anyone. Although the town of Chantillon had been emptied once after being warned, the town After all, there are things that cannot be moved and cannot be moved, which are treasures to the Norscans.

The dragon boats in front did not move away, the looters were still loading things inside, the dragon boats in the back were crowded together and could not dock, and the rest of the entire dragon boat fleet was a dozen or so barbarian war groups and a large group of monster troops. Even Tzeentch's chosen Ejik-the maze guards are all blocked behind, unable to join the battlefield for the time being.

As for why Ulfric didn't command, this guy is fighting against the champion of Calad, and the sky is dark!

In this way, the barbarians clearly outnumbered the Bretons, but they were constantly beaten back under the support of elite infantry regiments and artillery bombardment. Under the command of the Marquis of Turas, the soldiers advanced steadily and passed Dwarven hand crossbows, longbows, and muskets fired salvos to suppress them. With the support of artillery fire, the Norscans were gradually retreating. Even the bravest Khorne believers didn't know what to do. Staying there can only wait to be defeated.

It looked as if the war had been taken by the Bretons.

But things were not so easy, because at this time, Tzeentch's chosen Ejik-the guard of the labyrinth finally led the "Beasts of the Horde" champion warriors to the pier after all the hard work, and whether it was the Marquis of Turas Or Beria and others, they all focused too much on commanding the infantry regiment. At this time, the ranger knights on the right wing could not wait.

"Knights, it's time to make meritorious deeds!" When the barbarians gradually retreated, the more than 2,000 ranger knights and knight followers on the right wing were already covered with blood and impulse, and their lances were already ready. The Ska army has begun to collapse. How can these knight-errants endure their military exploits and glory being taken away by those walking mud-legged people? With the voice of several young knight-errants calling: "The time to charge has come, my compatriots! , my brothers, for the sake of the lady and the king, and for the sake of Brittania, let us drive these vile and filthy Yankees from the land the lady gave us!"

"Forward!" Immediately, most of the knights roared passionately, and they began to move forward.

"We haven't received the order to charge yet!" At this moment, only a handful of sober-minded ranger knights shouted, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the horns of the charge. Charge, and those very few sober ranger knights are not far behind.

"For the lady! For Britannia!"

The mighty ranger knights formed a dozen sharp arrows, rolled towards the barbarians, and rushed into the center of the storm.

On the other side, both Turas and Beria were stunned by this scene, and General Meretskov even screamed: "No, it can't be like this, it's not right to do this, stop them quickly, Commander Beria, Turas Your Excellency, stop them!"

"No! How can a knight charge without the assistance of infantry?!" Marquis Turas shouted in surprise, and he immediately signaled his attendants to blow the retreat horn.

It's useless, the knight-errants can't hear it anymore, they only have the Norscans and the coveted credit in their eyes at this time.

Tzeentch God's Chosen Ejik - The labyrinth guard is chanting divine spells to summon the Chaos Demons to assist in the battle, but he soon discovers the cavalry formation rushing from the left, and the sound of more than two thousand ranger knights charging The momentum of galloping with thousands of horses made Tzeentch Shenxuan gasp in admiration. He likes changes, especially on the battlefield.

"Everything is in my plan!" Ejik screamed: "Eagle!"

The Norse barbarian raiders quickly obeyed the orders, and they formed neat rows of defense.

"Bullshit!" One after another, large boxes and bundles of spears made of trees were brought down from the Dragon Hammer. There were thousands of them!

"Sly!" The spear was sent to the front line of the team.

And the knights came rolling in with tremendous strength and dust.

In the next second, Tzeentch chose a large-scale group strengthening spell to bless the entire battlefield, and then Ejik - the maze guard immediately gave an order: "Cheat!!!"

"Ahhh!" The Norscans put down their shields and battle axes in an instant, and they grabbed their spears from the ground, and the entire battlefield instantly formed a row of incomparably spectacular spear formations. It is as dense as a hedgehog, and each spear has been reinforced by Tzeentch's magic, which is extremely hard!

This is the secret weapon the Norscans prepared in advance against the Britannian knights! Three thousand spears with a length of more than two and a half meters!

The charging wave of the ranger knights stopped instantly, and the long spears pierced the horse's belly, pierced into the horse's neck, and pierced into the cracks of the knight's armor. In an instant, the entire battlefield was full of the neighing of the horses The sound and the screams of the ranger knights!

Almost all the ranger knights in the first row fell off their horses on the spot, and many of them were stabbed to death on the spot. Will let this opportunity go, a Norscan warrior hit the kite helmet on the head of a ranger knight with an axe, and a large stream of mixed gas was sprayed out from under the helmet of the ranger knight like a fried chicken steak The blood in the brain immediately collapsed to death.

Most of the ranger knights in the second row also fell off their horses on the spot, then the third row, and the fourth row. Axes and spears have tasted the flesh and blood of the ranger knights. A dozen or so cavalry formations are all trapped in the spear formation. Those in front want to retreat, while those behind want to advance. The ranger knights were stabbed into honeycombs, and the cavalry and fallen infantry who fell off their horses were trampled into meat paste by their companions. Just one charge turned into a dead soul under the axe.

Some ranger knights drew out their knight swords to fight back, and achieved a little damage, but the Norsca barbarians are best at chaotic warfare, and a small part of resistance was quickly defeated.

Under the heavy casualties, the bloody courage of the ranger knights disappeared in an instant. These people shouted "Our army is defeated", "The lady's blessing has been lost", "Help me, my lady" and the rout turned into dozens of routs The soldiers fled towards the outside of the battlefield.

"A knight who has not experienced a failed charge is not a good knight." Faced with the tragic defeat of the ranger knights, the Marquis of Turas could only say painfully: "This may be a good way to make them grow, but the price is a bit high... ..."

"Very well, it's our turn now!" Marquis Turas glanced at Karard and Ulfric, who were fighting for the championship, and gave the second order.

The Bretons did not restrain the knights' charge well, but the Norscans also faced this problem.

A great spell covering the battlefield made Tzeentch God Chosen Ejik-the Labyrinth Warden feel extremely exhausted, the wind of chaos in his body had become messy, Tzeentch God Chosen had to stop and rest temporarily, and just as he was about to slow down the two At the moment of breath, large groups of Norscan Marauder riders can't wait to dedicate victory and glory to the four gods of Chaos!

Since ancient times, how to transport war horses over long distances has always been a difficult problem. Only these barbarian riders who have been blessed by the evil gods don't have to think about it. They can't wait to do it!

Without any thought, more than thirty teams of predator hunters and riders, led by about 500 Norscan predator elite riders, launched a countercharge towards the Bretons!

Turn the offensive!