Chapter 974, Cockroach Bully

Osterland, near the Central Mountains.

A large group of refugees from Osterland were on their way. There were probably hundreds of them, pushing carts, carrying some food and property on their shoulders and hands, and they were on the way to escape.

The Ostland was destroyed, and the damned barbarians rushed over. They easily passed Kislev and broke through the Ostland's defense line. The people of Sterling will suffer even greater hardships and pains.

Since the invasion of Chaos, nearly half of the population of Osterland has been evacuated to various parts of the empire. The remaining half of the people either decided to stay behind or had no time to evacuate. Except for necessary sacrifices, the army of Chaos takes no prisoners.

Horror and tribulations tormented the Osterlanders who had guarded the northern border for the empire for three thousand years, but they refused to give up. When the rolling mountains and rivers were broken, and their lives were devastated, the last Osterlander knights, battle priests, military nobles, infantry regiments, The militia gathered at Wolfenburg for a final stand.

A terrible rumor is spreading among the Osterlanders that it is from the army of Chaos that Chaos Eternal Chosen Black Iron Motkin has accused Baron Wolfen of Oleg-von against all Osterlanders -The atrocities that Zhukov inflicted on his hometown, this is not a purposeless massacre, nor is it a game of evil gods.

This is revenge, this is revenge, this is a response to everything Oleg has done!

This is all their own fault!

Humans are not a tenacious and determined race, at least they are not as good as dwarves. The crazy spread of rumors has made many people realize that Oleg's great Norsca expedition brought How bad it turned out, all of a sudden, everyone was blaming Oleg for his bold move.

He was once a hero of the empire, a great man admired by all, and his actions were praised like Charlemagne went deep into the Norscan interior when he founded the country, and strangled those barbarians who were unwilling to obey his rule and the Norscans who believed in chaos. , he was once hailed as the "Conqueror of Norsca" by the imperial people.

But now, Oleg has become a national sinner. Everyone blames him, blames him, and hates him. From everyone loving Oleg to everyone scolding Oleg, it only takes a few days.

His subjects selectively forgot the glory brought by the Norse Crusade and the praise of the previous two years. They complained that Oleg did too much and attracted the attention of Chaos. They complained that Oleg To make the northerners unable to step down, they cursed Oleg to be punished by the dark gods but dragged down the whole collar.

This is human beings, such a complex race, to shirk responsibility is instinct, it is human nature, good and evil are so clearly reflected in this race,

so varied.

However, the Ostlanders still decided to resist. This is a helpless move. This is also the experience gained from fighting the northern barbarians for three thousand years. That is, there is no reason or logic to talk to Chaos. Their only hope is to resist. Wait until reinforcements arrive.

The team seemed very silent, and there was still a wordless grief and indignation. The refugees took their families and left their homes and fled. Their destination was Wolfenburg. Many refugees looked at the seven or eight people at the front of the team. The bull riders and the twenty or thirty knights behind them, as well as a small number of infantry, had complex expressions.

It was these people who brought Chaos here, but now the refugees have to rely on them to protect themselves, and Ostland is now full of Chaos marauding troops.

These people are the only surviving elite troops in Ostland—the Bull Knights. The bull knights are the pride of Ostland, and they are also the guards of the Elector's family and the most powerful and trustworthy fighters in the whole collar. They, many of them survived after several battles, and now only these knights dare to leave Wolfenburg, go to the chaotic fallen area outside, gather the scattered remnants and rescue the scattered refugees and lead them back Wolfenburg.

Outside is an occupied area with unknown chaos. No one knows how many Chaos troops are active in Oster Territory. All news from the outside world has been cut off. Even the magic of the wizard cannot contact the outside world, and the carrier pigeons have also been hunted down. Wolfenburg knows nothing about the situation outside, so the investigation of the outside world is very important. Wolfenburg is eager to obtain more information. Where are the reinforcements? What is the trend of the Chaos Army? Are there still castles and villages resisting?

So Baron Wolfen Oleg led a new team of bull knights and a group of light forest archers, responsible for investigations outside Wolfenburg.

This unit is known as the "Survey Corps".

Oleg von Zhukov, Baron Wolfen, Conqueror of Norsca, Grand Duke of Ostland and first in line to the throne of Elector, is riding on his horse, behind him is His lieutenant, Bull Rider Commander Gordon, stood side by side looking at the grasslands and forests near the Central Mountain Range. Oleg's strong and wild face was somewhat sad.

He failed to hold Von-Zhukov Castle, his mother Ivana died in the breakout, and many of his subjects were killed.

The blood of the Ostlanders was shed in this invasion.

But Oleg didn't regret it. He never regretted the massacre and plunder of the Norscans, and he never regretted burning Motkin's hometown of Longburg to ashes.

That's what the lowly savage races of the north deserve.

These wild dogs will never die, and the empire will never usher in real peace. This is what his mentor taught Oleg, to eliminate evil and do everything.

"This should be the last batch." Looking at the migrating refugees, Oleg said to his deputy Gordon: "Have you seen clearly? How many boys are there in the team who are ready to fight the barbarians?" ?”

"If you count all the farmers, grooms, craftsmen's apprentices, or other workers and small traders, there are probably eighty or ninety people." Gordon was a strong bull rider, his bald head in the sun. Reflecting the light, the knight commander shook his head at Oleg: "It's too weak, it needs at least a month or two of training."

"We can train and guide recruits directly on the battlefield." Oleg von Zhukov said, and Baron Wolfen didn't take it seriously: "It is better to die on the battlefield than to be hunted by the Chaos army." Be stronger in pursuit."

"Most people are too old, or too young." Gordon continued to shake his head: "You know, my baron, Ostland has now become a hellish country, there are no people left, all men of the right age They have all been recruited and gathered by us, and these people cannot change the overall situation, at least not among these refugees."

"You have a problem, Gordon." Oleg's eyes suddenly became cold and fierce, like a hungry wolf: "You have problems with me, you blame me, you think I shouldn't launch the Norse Expedition, That eventually led to this invasion, right?"

"I have not, my Baron..."

"No! You have!" There was great anger in Oleg's voice, and Baron Wolfen pulled the rein in his hand: "You are complaining, Gordon, you can't lie to me, and you also have opinions on me, Really? You also think I'm doing something wrong?"

"I didn't!" Knight Commander Gordon also replied loudly: "My baron, I never felt that your Norsca expedition was wrong. I always thought that you were the hero of the empire. The pride of man, but..."

"But..." Oleg glared at the bull riders holding two-handed swords.

"But have you ever considered the barbarians' counterattack?" Gordon also looked directly at Oleg: "It's not your fault, it's all of us' fault, we have been immersed in glory and glory for too long, for a long time To the point where we thought the barbarians had no resistance, Charlemagne, he was right, victory is always short-lived, and darkness will always come back, but the empire was not mentally prepared, and Ostland was not. You and us, both No!"

Oleg was silent, and Baron Wolfen looked at several bull riders, all of whom were survivors of the battle to defend Von Zhukov Castle.

I'm not a good alpha wolf.

So thought the young Baron Wolfen.

I reveled in my victories, I allowed arrogance and complacency to consume me, and it was my mistakes that made my people suffer.

I'm sorry, mentor...

"We all made mistakes, I admit it, but now is not the time to worry about it." Oleg admitted his mistake frankly, but his fierce and aggressive eyes did not change: "We must send these people to the hospital immediately." Entering Wolfenburg, according to previous news, the army of chaos is very likely to attack Wolfenburg, and Motkin's target is me."

"Obey, my Baron." Gordon didn't bother, as both parties knew the urgency of the situation.

At this moment, the two horses walking in the front suddenly began to struggle and neigh violently, especially Oleg's beloved mixed-breed elf horse, which he had spent a lot of energy and money on. Few interpersonal relationships were "imported" from the court of King Lane in Britannia. Seeing that the mixed-blood elf horse was not in the right state, Oleg immediately used his special ability. He took a deep breath and his face changed drastically: "This It's the smell of chaos! The enemy is coming!"

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight!!!"

The roar of the bull riders made the refugees panic, and the Osterlanders fled in panic and panic. Oleg looked around but did not find where the enemy was. He immediately ordered: "Tony, take your Team, quickly retreat towards Wolfenburg!"

"Yes!" An imperial platoon leader led a dozen infantrymen and directed the refugees: "Everyone, come here!"

While Oleg was still judging, a flame rose into the sky from a distance! It flew up to the sky like a meteor, and then fell heavily towards where everyone was!

"Scatter!" Baron Wolfen yelled, and the fireballs fell from the air, and despite prior orders, a forest archer was hit by the falling flames and melted into a ball of flaming coke on the spot.

"Chaos Rider!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

"We are under attack!"

Oleg raised the sword of Ivan the Terrible in his hand, and he shouted at the bull knights: "All knights come up to me, archers line up, hurry up!!!"

As soon as Baron Wolfen finished speaking, in the distant Black Forest, a Chaos Warlock led 20 or 30 Chaos Knights and hundreds of Barbarian Marauder riders and came at an extremely fast speed!

The leader of the Chaos Warlock is Manninggood - Roach Bully! This is a severely mutated Chaos Warlock. Two cockroach-like tentacles have grown on his head, and a huge sarcoid grows on his back, which is full of hot and corrosive bile! The fireball that ascended to the sky just now was launched from his back!

"There are not many bull riders, only seven or eight!" The cockroach bully was very excited: "We have more than two hundred people, why don't we dare to change with them?"

"Here is the macho Mandingold! Forward, fools! For Chaos!"

"For chaos!"

More than two hundred cavalrymen rolled towards Oleg and others.

Oleg was not to be outdone, and eight bull riders plus twenty or thirty knight retinues charged at full speed amid ferocious battle roars and roars.

A few seconds later, the cavalry from both sides slammed into each other directly at the foot of the mountain.

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