Chapter 1096, Newland

Latest URL: Imperial Calendar 2520, June.

The world is becoming more and more chaotic and violent. One after another, the wind of chaos is blowing to the entire mortal world. Starting from Nord in the north, the crops have gradually decreased in production. The plague has spread everywhere and entangled the mortal world for a long time. The number of lacrimal plague patients continued to increase until the entire Nord began to enter a full military control mode under the orders of the elector and grand duke (self-proclaimed king) Theodoric Geisel, which alarmed Nord The elves in the Raun Loren forest on the west side, and finally the Raun Loren elves were dispatched, and the contagiousness of the plague of tears was further weakened through mysterious sacrificial ceremonies.

Therefore, although the Nord Kingdom is the largest province in the empire, in fact, the so-called owner of the kingdom actually controls less than one-sixth of its theoretical area, and most of the territory is covered with black forests and hills. .

The Raun Loren forest in the east is occupied by wood elves. The Nords can't beat these elves and can only sign a peace agreement and an offensive and defensive alliance. But now the two sides look at each other and the relationship is tense. After all, not everyone is like Ryan. They are good at communicating with elves, and to be precise, the Raun Loren elves are not considered wood elves. They are descendants of high elves but they don't want to return to Ulthuan, but they don't coexist with forest spirits like wood elves, so Communicating with them is extremely difficult.

(Lauen Loren Elf: Idiot human beings change their leaders all day long, and every time a new idiot takes office, they completely disavow the previous treaty, why don’t you sign it!)

The Shadow Forest to the west is home to countless tribes of beastmen, barbarian camps invading, and hordes of evil creatures raging within the Shadow Forest. No one can pass through without an entire legion of escorts. What's more, the Brass Fortress is also in the Shadow Forest. In the forest, expanding here is courting death. In history, the empire once formed an army of up to 20,000 people and three artillery regiments to recover the Brass Fortress. This army has never appeared since then.

The Elector Geisel and the Grand Duke found themselves facing many difficulties. Even with the help of the Raun Loren elves, nearly 200,000 people in Nord still suffered from the plague of tears. The army of Nord in the east The red-horned orc tribe is fighting, and the Nord Midden coalition forces in the south are fighting the plague doctor Festus and his Nurgle army in Middendorf. The relationship between the west and the Raun Loren forest elves is becoming increasingly tense. The large number of people avoiding the plague and seeking asylum has affected the autistic life of the elves, which has caused many bloody conflicts, not to mention the north. Since last year, the Norse longship fleet has been wave after wave, endlessly. Looted every port along the Nord coast.

And now, Geisel has received a message.

"Britanians, actually intend to go deep into O'Brien?" Geisel frowned. Is this Sun King a SB? The empire has spent countless manpower and material resources, just to find out the secret of Obien, but that ghostly place can neither be settled on a large scale, but also has to deal with many enemies. In the end, it is only south of a swamp in the southeast A stronghold named Newland was established.

"Yes,

Ryan Malcador and his army of chivalry want to go deep into O'Brien. " Geisel's courtier said flatteringly: "So he came to ask the great and supreme King of Nord, the owner of the Nord electorate, Prince of Winter City, Baron Sessenmond, Prince of Marienburg, Lord Theodoric the Great, Warden of the North, Butcher of Scalins, Dread of Norsca, and Splendid sent him a support army. "

"Reinforcement! Is the Sun King's long sword curving, or is his horse losing weight? Why did you ask us Nord bumpkins for reinforcements?" Geisel was still puzzled: "What powerful army do we have?" Comparable to his Sun King's army?"

"Lian Malcador hopes to get the support of the Nord Marine Corps."

"Don't even think about it! The Nord Marine Corps is the elite carefully selected by our Nord Navy, and it is an important force to defend our sea area!" Geisel shook his head violently. How could such an elite at the bottom of the box be handed over to The unlovable Sun King?

"He offered this price..." The consultant made a gesture, and then whispered a few figures in the ear of the elector: "And it means that the price is negotiable."

"Bang!" Geisel slapped the table hard, and roared: "Damn it! Tell me, who did Ryan think of our Nord? What did he think of me, Theodoric Geisel?! Am I a cub who sees money? Do I look like it?"

The elector stood up straight away, and his staff took a step back in fright, only to see Geisel flushed with anger, and the aura that belonged to the elector and an old general gushed out!

"He obviously appeared in Nord and grew up in Nord. He has always been the pride of our Nord people, and he is also my good friend of Geisel! What are you doing talking about money? It really hurts feelings!" Geisel said righteously Said verbally: "Send me an order immediately! The entire Nord Marine Corps is dispatched, and the Navy immediately escorts the Marine Corps to Obien immediately to support our loyal allies!"

"yes!"

……… I am the dividing line of loyal allies………

The Isle of Albion, the land of dense fog, the new province of the Empire, Newland.

Heavy rain fell on the gloomy sky, crashing into Newland's camp. The first and second Poseidon fleet barely anchored at Newland's port. Now the empire's provinces have already set up tents, and the knights Dao's army arrived in Newland after a ten-day voyage and camped here.

Ryan's king's red, blue, and gold-roofed tent was also quickly established with the help of the old guards. Taking advantage of the opportunity to build the tent, Ryan took Olika and several marshals to visit the imperial stronghold of Newland.

The commander of Newland was a Nord named Harald III-Relentless, and if anyone remembers, this brother was a distant cousin of Vilard-The Logger whom Lane once encountered in his adventures in Nord Relatives, his ancestor is the famous Harald-Blonde in Nord. This brother has made countless achievements in resisting the invasion of Chaos and the Great Holy War, and was named Lord of Nord.

"Newland has more than 7,000 residents and 1,000 soldiers." Harald is wearing a waterproof eel leather jacket, while most of the Newland local imperials use rain gear. Looking at them, they seem to be used to it: "Our north It is a strait, with Boggs Swamp in the northwest and Myers Swamp in the southwest. At present, the area under our actual control is about 50 square kilometers, most of which are forests. In fact, many places are understaffed, but generally they will not Faced with too many threats, barbarians really appear, and most of us will hide in the hidden spots left by the tribes of the Truthsayers deep in the forest."

Ryan nodded slightly. There are only more than 8,000 people stationed in 50 square kilometers, which is indeed sparsely populated. The King of Knights looked at the heavy rain falling out of thin air. Brows: "Does it rain heavily every day here at O'Brien?"

"Often, basically from October of one year to March of the next year, there will be at least six days of heavy rain in seven days, and April will start to be drier, but it will still rain once every two or three days, even intermittently. It's normal to continue." Harald-The Heartless nodded: "At this time of year, we will plant some shade-loving and humid-loving crops, but more food depends on fishing, hunting and gathering. Your Majesty, if You intend to enter the depths of Albirn, and you will face the terrible thick fog, and you may lose your way, please let us send a guide to assist you."

Ryan and the marshals all nodded. This is the most important use of Newland. They have seen the army here just now. Newland's imperial defenders were evaluated as mostly militiamen who could only shout and cheer, and a small part of the army was at most defensive. Don't even think about field battles in urban warfare and law and order warfare.

"Is there any support from the Empire for Newland?" Ryan then asked.

"His Excellency Senus Gehrman, who was the chief wizard of the royal family before, often came to Obien to explore the secrets of the depths, so the imperial court has given a lot of support here." Harald nodded, the imperial captain was a little bit He said embarrassingly: "But every time the adventure team always lost a lot, and twice he was the only one who came back with injuries. After His Excellency Gelt became the chief wizard, it was considered a waste of manpower to explore O'Brien Material resources, His Excellency Senus Gehrman has only been here once in recent years due to lack of funds, but he left a few words."

"What?" Ryan became interested.

"Without Stonehenge, there would be no maelstrom." Captain Empire said Senus Gehrman's message.

Did Stonehenge provide some support for the Maelstrom?

There was no more information for the time being, so Ryan asked him to rest first.

"Without magic, it would be almost impossible for our knights to fight on swamps and muddy land." Francois squatted down and touched the land with his hands, and the old man said to Ryan: "This battle will be difficult. "

"Our target Konkuta is located in the depths of the dense fog, south of the Beast Mountains, about 100-120 kilometers away." Callard took out the map and the map was soon wet by rain. He said distressedly: "If the rain There are always so many, and it may cause us great trouble, Your Majesty."

"There are the secrets and wealth of the Old Sage in the depths of Konkuta." Ryan shook his head, and he said to everyone: "But don't worry, we are camping here for two days now. On the one hand, we will wait for the follow-up supplies to arrive, and let the soldiers adapt Take a look at the rainy environment here." Love You e-book

"Yes!" Everyone nodded, and Francois stroked his goatee and asked, "Your Majesty, should we consider dividing our troops?"

"We'll wait until the scouts come back." Ryan shook his head. "We're not familiar with the place. Before, Lawn just plundered along the coast. This time we're going deep into the inland, so all we have to do is wait."

"And before that, let us see what's wrong with Stonehenge here."

The rainy season is indeed annoying, and Obion is a wet, cold and foggy place. When Ryan walked through the camp, the Knight King found that the morale of his army was a bit low. After all, compared with the warm and livable Brittany In June, the temperature in Aubion is also around 12 to 30 degrees. The humidity is heavy and the cold is threatening. The soldiers gathered around to enjoy the fire, and the knights and lords built the camp on a high place and built simple stables to take care of the horses.

"Your Majesty, your tent has been set up." Raymond Mountbatten, the current deputy commander of the Old Guards, walked up and saluted the king: "It's raining heavily, please enter the tent temporarily to take shelter."

"What about you?" Ryan said casually: "Don't be in the rain for a long time and wear wet clothes. If you have time, take a hot bath."

"Yes." Raymond stepped back.

Ryan raised the curtain of the big tent, and the king thought about how to fight this battle.

Hey, whatever you say, first destroy the barbarian settlements openly and plunder the surrounding area!

The order was issued immediately, and within a few days, the Breton knights like hungry wolves immediately attacked everywhere, destroying all the barbarian settlements near Newland and looting them all! Thousands of barbarians were slaughtered bloody and brutally.

Facing the heinous Yankees, the knights once again broke free from the shackles of chivalry. These people behaved far more cruelly than the barbarians. Countless blood feuds over the past two thousand years can only be washed away with blood. Destroyed and looted, the Bretons filled their sacks with all kinds of ores and hides, gold and silver, in praise of their ladies.

The news of the request for help and the destruction of the village came one after another, and Harold, the King of Albion, couldn't sit still.

In the depths of Obion, the once ancient holy city, Konkuta.

Tens of thousands of barbarian warriors are gathering here. Harold Gwenson, the self-proclaimed King of Albion, sits on a high throne. This barbarian leader is a strong man at the beginning of the sanctuary. , unfortunately, in the last time of Raun's Obiorn expedition, he did not stay in Obiorn because he responded to Motkin's call, which caused his coastal territory to be plundered by the Raun army. When rushing to assemble, Motkin had already killed Wolfen, and he could only be forced to retreat.

revenge! That was Harold's only thought,

On the messy Konquata Barbarian Chamber, Harold sat on the left hand of Tzeentch's Chosen Champion Zha-Zanek, and on his right sat Tzeentch's Chosen Egrim von Horst Mann, and further down sat the two Champions of Chaos, Harold's brothers, Gervin Gravenson and Leofwin Gravinson.

"Brother Wang, you must march in immediately, and annihilate that knight king and his army in one fell swoop while their foothold is not stable!" Gwen-Gwenson said sharply: "We can't wait here at Konquata, we have no time !"

"Respected brother, time is of the essence. If you delay your march, there will be nine changes in the future. Each of these nine changes will lead to nine endings. I have seen that most of the endings are not good for you." Leo Fuwen Gewensen also seriously suggested: "If the Nankes are allowed to push forward slowly and push his army under Konkuta, it will be too late."

The suggestion of the two brothers caused Cha-Zan'aik and Egrim to object repeatedly, because the original demon prince Bilak was still leading the demon army to come here, and another strong man in the sanctuary, the famous Ufri K-Wanderer's Worldwalker Legion is still on the way.

No one expected Ryan to arrive so quickly.

"No!" Cha-Zan Aike quickly stood up, Tzeentch's God-Chosen champion persuaded: "We must wait for everyone to arrive!"

"King of Albion, your strength is not enough to contend against the King of Knights and his army!" Egrim also thinks it is impossible: "What is needed now is to wait."

"Wait?" Harold stood up directly, and he growled: "Do I want to watch the wild dogs of the Nanke burn my people and my territory to ashes?"

"The King of Obien..." Zayk waited to persuade, but Harold shook his head violently: "Time is not allowed, gentlemen, my wizard divination told me, how many times will Obien have?" The days are sunny and cloudy! At that time, the Nanke's firearms will cause great damage to us. We must take advantage of the heavy rain and when the Nanke's artillery and muskets cannot exert their power, we can use our close combat advantage, our warriors are the best, each one can fight three against five!"

"It will be our end when the King of Knights and his army are completely stable." Harold gradually made up his mind: "We must dispatch the whole army immediately, and order that all wargroups, warbands, and affiliated Horde, set off immediately, we will have a decisive battle with the Knight King's army near the swamp."

After speaking, King Obien immediately took his two brothers out.

Zaneyk and Egrim, who stayed behind, looked at each other.

"Do you think you can win this battle?" Egrim said with a sneer, "I don't think the odds are high."

"Harold is not unreasonable. If Ryan Macado and his army are allowed to gain a firm foothold, it will be troublesome. We have received news that the Bretons are fully reinforcing Newland. Prepare to build it into a permanent military fortress." Zan Aike shook his head: "Instead of this, why not try to fight a battle first, advance can be attacked, and retreat can be defended."

"So, what about our plan?" Egrim said sharply, "Konquata is the place where we arranged for the Sun King to fall!"

"That's right." Zan Aike nodded: "Whether Harold wins or loses, we can take the initiative and lead the Sun King into a trap."

"Everything is the choice of the Lord of Change!"

"Praise the Demon Bird God!"

In this way, Harold Gwenson, the king of Albion, personally led the Albion barbarian army of about 26,000 people, rolling towards Newland.

While in Newland, Ryan also received news of the barbarian attack.

"Call everyone, have a meeting, the barbarians are coming."