Chapter 941, The Decisive Battle in Groward Forest

On January 16, the camp of Slaanesh champion Stika in Groward Forest, outside the city of Erengrad.

As the son of the chieftain of the Satriles tribe in Norsca, Stika was born in the boarding house of Slaanesh, the great demon Suzuju, and soon grew into a handsome youth with a charming voice and a successful leader. reap great rewards.

His father felt insulted by his junior and jealous of the credit, so the son murdered the chief at a feast after a victorious raid. Afterwards, Stika's soul merged with Dzuju, and the young Chaos Champion became the new chieftain of the Setliers tribe. The suet-like skin he obtained after sacrificing at the altar of Slaanesh, the exquisite chaos armor and the serpentine steel sword.

Normally speaking, merging with Slaanesh should give the champion of Slaanesh Stika enough power to make him famous all over the world, but this fusion doesn't seem to combine the power of the two parties, but instead combines the two with each other. Sexual desires are mixed together, Stika has now become a sexual maniac, who can't wait to celebrate every little bit of victory and achievement, and this guy has missed many battles because of this, and he is often not on time Rendezvous or obey orders, Motkin didn't like him and threw him and his army to Aislin.

The long siege made Stika very boring and uninteresting, and the cold weather also made the Slaanesh champion scold us for wasting time in the white snowy forest. In the early morning of the 16th, the Britannian army Under the leadership of Calad and Boderick, he had completely broken his peripheral army, and this guy was taking off his clothes and dancing before the bonfire meeting with a few Slaanesh warriors.

"I can get used to you or I can change you." Stika was only wearing a pair of underpants to show off his suet-like jade-like skin. All show off their wonderful dance moves, and at the same time, all sing.

I have to say that although Stika's dancing posture looks weird, it has an extremely silky feeling, and the twisting of the body is very well-proportioned and harmonious, which is extremely magical.

"I'll swing with you~swing to the sky~"

"Watch that Khorne Kane meet by the river of blood~"

"My heart is connected with you, and the fantasy is on the coast of the claw."

"Swim, swim, swim to the other shore of love in that boat~"

"Hand in hand with you, I came to the rampant fortress (Slaanesh's palace)."

"Hold the skull in your hand and put it on your head as a flower~"

"I'll fly with you~fly across the chaotic wasteland."

The believers of Slaanesh are still having a bonfire meeting, but they don't know what they are about to usher in.

Just when everyone relaxed their vigilance, an astonishing number of rockets flew from the sky. A large part of the rockets were blocked by the woods, but a considerable number still landed in the camp. There were bursts of explosions inside, and the mark of Slaanesh was blown to pieces, and the Norse were blasted to pieces in the flames and shock waves.

The Norscans were confused for a while, no one knew what was going on, but the Bretons apparently didn't intend to give them any more chances, in the frozen cedar forest, Brittany The army appeared and began to attack the group of Norscans.

The elite infantry regiments from Brittania advanced in an array. The winter was too cold, causing their physical strength to be exhausted quickly, but the Norscans were caught off guard and slaughtered like wheat. The shouts and roars of the Norse chiefs sounded a bit late. His tribesmen were gutted by sharp knives, muskets and hand crossbows were shot in pieces, and those who were hit by the arrows fell to the ground.

Some of the Yankees tried to muster up their courage, organized defenses with tomahawks and flails, and called on the crowd to use curses and anger against the surprise attack of the Bretons.

The knights didn't give them any chance. The Duke of Boderick, the Marquis of Turas, and Karard personally led the knights to charge in the ice and snow. The power from the lake god shone brightly around Karard.

The blessings of chaos on the barbarians have been weakened. Wherever the knights passed by in the chaotic Norscan camp, they were like divine soldiers descending from the sky. The rebellion ends here.

After a charge, Callard immediately ordered all the knights to dismount and fight in order to save horsepower. The sound of the loud horn resounded in the woodland, bringing other raiding troops, and the Norscans could hardly resist in the chaos.

Especially Calad, he purposely made his burqa and armor extremely gorgeous, and even applied the reflective bear spirit oil from the Ursun Church on the surface of the armor, making him very conspicuous in the forest. Everyone was attracted by Karard's figure, chasing him, and Karard reciprocated by rampage and massacre.

Therefore, when more Bretanian troops and the Ugol Legion led by Beria and Meretskov joined the battlefield in the distance, the Norscans' failure was already doomed. The chief tried to form a thin line to prevent the knights from charging, but the knights had already dismounted, and the infantry who pressed up with them used muskets and hand crossbows to defeat the last Norscan resistance.

"My pants???" In the chaos, the Slaanesh champion Stika, who was still twisting his body just now, screamed: "Who saw my pants? Where did I put them just now?" ?”

There were shouts of killing everywhere, and Stika was only wearing a pair of pants. He looked everywhere for his weapons and equipment, and where did his pants go.

It was too late, and the Ugol cavalry led by Beria had already rushed over. These Ugol cavalry were very adapted to fighting in the cold weather, and they were even more jealous when they saw these deadly enemies. The Norscans who had just had breakfast and their stomachs were full of soup were washed down, and the scimitars were cut back and forth. Every knife can make the Ugol people show a satisfied and ferocious smile. This is the revenge from the Ugol people.

Among the rebellious army, Beria found a naked man who was almost naked, wearing only a pair of underpants, and a braid standing upright. The leader of the Ugor Legion raised his hand without thinking and shot.

"Ahhh! I've been shot, I've been shot! It's so exciting!" the Slaanesh champion screamed while covering the bleeding wound on his stomach, "Ah, so much blood, it's so exciting!"

"Will this batch be destroyed? What about your weapons?" Stika's valet, a high-ranking Slaanesh warrior, hurriedly shouted.

"I can't make it!" Stika shook his head desperately, and in the end he was forcibly dragged out of the battlefield by his personal guards and fled northward after being injured.

Since then, the Norscan left-wing army of about 10,000 people has completely collapsed, and the Norscans left more than 6,000 corpses and fled for their lives in embarrassment.

Callard did not order to pursue, but immediately ordered the army to spend a few minutes on the spot to adjust its state, and immediately turned to the east.

There, the dwarves should have exchanged fire with the central army of the Norsca High King Aislin.

Callard's estimation was correct. When the Britannian army was rushing towards the middle of the Groward Forest, the Norsca dwarves and the Eight Peaks dwarf "Mustache Revenge Team" had already engaged in the front of Aislin's central army. On fire.

The surprise attack of the dwarves achieved an incomparably great success at the beginning. Aislin's central army took no precautions at all and defeated several Norsca camps almost instantly. However, the Norsca High King Aislin learned that there were only one thousand camps. How many dwarves were shocked when they appeared to take the initiative to attack.

"Nanxie actually came out of the city to attack us? Fight us in the field? In my life, I can actually see a day when a dwarf voluntarily abandons the city to attack me???" Aislin sat in the camp of the Chinese army, his face pale. Tired of a hangover, his personal guards were even helping him put on the armor. The High King of Norsca had a disobedient expression on his face. He felt as uncomfortable as eating Nurgle's secret hamburger, Aislin thought to himself Can these more than a thousand dwarves kill themselves?

Where did they get their confidence?

Silverbeard, the last dwarf lord of Norsca, died of serious injuries after a duel with him. Of course, Aislin himself went back to recuperate from his injuries for several years. Now these dwarves want to rely on these thousand people to kill In front of me, it was wishful thinking!

The High King simply ordered to set up a simple high platform in the camp and light a brazier. He wanted to enjoy breakfast while watching how the group of dwarves collapsed and were slaughtered under the attack of his army.

But looking at it, Aislin felt something was wrong.

The dwarves didn't look like they were going to attack. Instead, they were content to hold their ground, using ranged weapons such as Ehrengrad's mortars and cannons.

Damn it! They didn't intend to kill me at all! The High King of Norsca finally realized the opponent's plan. Aislin stood up abruptly. He had just loudly ordered that he was too greedy, and all the troops who were fighting for the head of the dwarves retreated. From his right hand, came the A heavy horn sound: "Doo~Doo~Doo~"

"For the lady and the king! For Britannia!"

"Ladies give us victory!"

The Bretanian army appeared in the west, that is, on the right hand side of Aislin, and now in the cold coniferous forest and white snow, the knights of Breton and the elite step of the knight kingdom The regiment showed up.

The knights did not show any mercy to the enemy. Following Callard's order, the Breton knights rushed straight to the enemy's position under the cover of the Ugol horse archers, and rushed towards the Norscan flank.

The Norscans were shocked, and the Yankees now realized that they were facing a new threat. A few Norscans, under the command of the chieftain and the barbarian champion, hurriedly formed a thin line of defense on the flanks. In a hurry, they had just Pointing the tip of the spear at the enemy, the knights' impact followed.

It's useless. Callard, who was at the forefront, personally led the Poseidon knights and a large number of ranger knights as arrows, and forcibly broke down the fragile spear formation of the Norscans. The Norse were killed or knocked into the air on the spot.

The front of the Norscan army collapsed, and then the infantry regiments followed closely. They waved their weapons and marched in a neat formation, shouting the name of the fairy of the lake. The soldiers of the Great Expedition were brave and fearless today, because they knew that time was running out. If the barbarians could not be completely defeated while the barbarians were caught off guard, then this operation was doomed to fail, and it was also doomed to a dead end for them.

In such a predicament, the Bretons broke out with huge fighting power, and they beat the Norscans back steadily, and they were invincible.

"For the lady!" "For Granny!" "For Grimnir!" The roars resounded through the sky, shook off the snow on the trees, and resounded throughout the battlefield.

The High King of Norsca, Aislin, hastily ordered the army to retreat, but the front of Norsca was doomed to fail under the pincer attack of the dwarves and the Bretons, and the barbarian champion was naturally no match for Karard and others , The horseshoe rumbled, the steel impacted, and pieces of Norscans fell on the snow in the forest.

After Aislin paid a huge price to regroup his army, the battle outside the camp had come to an end, and the entire land had been covered by corpses—most of them belonged to the Norscans. Victory, the Brittany and the dwarves can already breathe a sigh of relief, ready to deal with the counterattack of the barbarians.

Obviously, it is one thing to defeat the unprepared Norscans through a side charge, and another thing to defeat the Chaos warriors wearing full-body chaos plate armor in a frontal battle. Now, following Aislin's order, the Norscans The battalion opened again, and black torrents came with drums and invectives and chants in praise of the Chaos Gods, and met the dwarven and Bretanian armies from two directions at the same time.

Essling commanded well. Even if he was flanked by two sides, he and his army still maintained a numerical advantage. It was naive for the Bretons to hope that they would be crushed by a wave of charges. Although the losses were huge, But Aislin still had a chance of winning, at least the High King of Norsca felt so.

The two sides fought fiercely for about forty minutes. Sure enough, as Aislin expected, although the Bretons were brave and tenacious, they had already begun to show signs of exhaustion. They had marched since the early morning and now it was already morning. The Nian army was showing signs of decline in the severe cold and unacceptable conditions. No matter how bravely Karad and the others fought, the movements of the soldiers and knights gradually slowed down. Attacking from two sides was a huge advantage, but now this advantage is slowly being lost.

Calad was bathed in the light of the Goddess. His body was obviously filled with power from the heavens. The Holy Grail personally fought on the front line. He had already ordered the knights to dismount and fight after the two charges. The great flag fluttered in the air, the spirits of the Bretons were high, and the dwarves moved forward bravely.

But none of this can stop the situation from deteriorating. The Norsca Supreme King Aislin couldn't help showing a happy expression and gestures of approval. He ordered his personal guards, the eight-pointed star-pointed chaotic champion warriors, to attack, preparing to give this battle a second chance. end.

However, just when Aislin had just thrown his personal guards into the battlefield, just to his left, to the east of the camp, there was an earth-shattering battle cry from the quiet forest: "Ula~ Ula~ Ulala Lala!!!"

It was Kislev's army led by Rokossovsky and Kuznetsov! It took them more time than expected, but in the end they succeeded in defeating Skaar, the Chosen of Khorne - Bloodfury's army has arrived!

"The plan has succeeded! Our reinforcements have arrived!"

"Mrs. Keesler did it!"

"Long live the lady! Long live Britannia!"

"Good job! They completed the task, this must be the blessing of Valaya!"

The sound of anger and cheers resounded on the battlefield, and the inspiring scene made the exhausted Bretons burst out their last strength, while the Norscans were panicked when they saw this scene. With the bear cavalry, hussars and red navy joining the battlefield, where did the Stiga and Skale troops, which were supposed to support and cover their own wings, go?

"Where did Stika and Scarl go? Why are we fighting alone now?" Aislin, the Norse High King, angrily waved his Chaos Rune Demon Sword and Blood Battle Axe: "Traitor, incompetent! Waste !"

At this time, even the Norscans could not withstand the enemy on three sides. They were defeated at an extremely fast speed, and tried to withdraw into the camp while praying for God's favor and forgiveness-only a few barbarians succeeded, enough More than seven thousand barbarians fell outside the camp.

Rokossovsky charged forward. The giant bear he was sitting on let out an extremely violent roar and stretched out his arms. The bear claws grabbed the gate and smashed the bolt of the gate. The simple gate could no longer be closed. , the camp fell, and under attack from three sides, the Norscans were on the verge of collapse.

The High King of Norsca, Aislin, was forced to attack himself. He rode a steel bull and overturned the enemies trying to rush in. Although the effect was minimal, the enemies poured in like a tsunami. A giant bear crashed into Aislin, and the four gods of chaos Shenxuan easily waved the magic sword in his hand and cut the giant bear in two. The bear cavalry fell from the bear and rolled a few times in the snow. He just stood up and tried to challenge. The ax landed on his forehead, and the blood flowed more than one meter high.

Among the chaotic army, before Aislin could utter a mocking laugh, a two-handed knight's sword burning with golden flames slashed across his head and face, cutting a wound on Aislin's waist who couldn't dodge in time.

"You are very powerful." Aislin retreated in pain, and the High King of Norsca took a closer look, and the blood of fighting immediately covered Aislin's brain: "You have found the right person, Holy Grail Knight, I know what you want to do. "

"That's right, your opponent is me, the High King of Norsca." Callard appeared in front of Aislin, and the face of the Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary was only indifferent and firm: "Come on."

Amidst the chaos, Callard and Aislin stood in the middle of the camp, ready for the championship showdown.

They only have opponents in their eyes.

that is it.