Chapter 1322, Autumn in Brunswick
In the autumn of 2525 Imperial Calendar, the Great Forest of Talabheim.
The two men were hiding and sleeping together. They temporarily found a wild boar nest, killed all the piglets inside, had a full meal, and then lay down and fell asleep with their heads covered. Beside them, two griffins were Sleeping soundly, outside the wild boar's den, a group of crows loyally guarded the two frustrated men.
The morning light of dawn shone on the face of one of the rotten men. His face was full of stubble, and the gaps in the beard were full of oil stains. No one who looked at him could think of the identity of this rotten man.
The Emperor of the Empire, Karl Franz, woke up in the morning light. He heard Mattak's howling in pain. It was obvious that Mattakh was having a nightmare, and it was a very painful nightmare. A beggar in dirty clothes actually miraculously found himself.
But when he heard someone calling the emperor in the sky, Karl Franz was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest at first, but he recognized the two-headed griffin immediately. After all, the griffin in the Imperial Royal Zoo is the That, a burst of joy burst through him in an instant, and he was relieved to realize that the loyal people were still alive, even if all else was ruined, even if his Northern Legion had been completely destroyed by the darkness, there were still troops left in the rear.
As the chief wizard of the royal family, Matak's strength is beyond doubt. Even though Matak is not particularly good at spell damage or healing magic, Matak was able to communicate with birds and found the emperor's place, riding a griffin It took him five or six days to find him. The magic dry food he brought from the elves allowed the emperor to recover his strength very quickly. His amber magic restored the death claw of the great griffin and cured death. The broken wings of the claws restored the former strength of the great griffin.
The two rode a griffin from Ostermark, flew for several days, and finally approached Brunswick.
Karl Franz was very relieved by the news brought by Matak. Although Marienburg and Talabheim had fallen, Middenheim, Brunswick, Evheim and Nur were still In the resistance, Middenheim and Nur still have an established elite army, the emperor thought about it, his smile disappeared, he looked at the beggar in front of him, and stroked his beard again.
So, this is the virtue of the empire now? Just like me and Mattak?
"Ahhh~" Matak was clearly having a nightmare again, the chief wizard of the royal family howled endlessly, and the emperor simply woke him up: "My great wizard, are you okay?"
"Emperor, my emperor, it's great that you're still alive." Matak was shaken awake, and the Supreme Wizard burped, and the oncoming bad breath almost made the emperor almost spit out the food in his stomach , but Mattak's next words caught the emperor's attention: "Kar, Karl, I have the oracle of Tal, the Lord of Nature is dying, he is being tortured by the plague of Nurgle, rotten vines, poisonous moss Cover him, he is dying, only the real son of Charlemagne can save him, Karl, only you."
"What should I do?" the emperor asked lightly.
"We must return to Brunswick. Only by guarding Charlemagne's throne in the hands of the father of the plague can Taal have a chance to be saved." Mattak replied to the emperor.
"Then why don't we hurry up? It's not far from Brunswick." The emperor was not surprised by this answer.
"But... all this requires a price, Karl, all this requires a price." Mattak said painfully and tangled: "The Lord of Nature told me,
If you go to Nur or Avheim, or even Middenheim to regroup your troops now, then you still have a chance to survive, but if you choose to return to Brunswick, then the only end waiting for you is death . "
"Death?" The emperor was taken aback for a moment. He looked at Mattak in disbelief, but he got an extremely positive answer from the chief wizard.
Is it? Shall I die in Brunswick?
But then he calmed down. He raised his head and looked at the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. The autumn sun still retained a little heat. Karl Franz felt the heat, and the emperor smiled slightly.
His empire was devastated, his cities were surrounded by enemies, and his armies were wiped out.
"Matak, you said, there is no immortal dynasty in this world, and there is no grave that cannot be dug, isn't it?"
"His Majesty?"
"Let's go, let's go to Brunswick." The emperor didn't say anything more. With a serious expression, he put the dragon tooth sword into the scabbard and awakened the claws of death.
……… I don’t have the dividing line of the immortal dynasty………
"We're here! We're here! Second brother, third brother, look, we're here!"
Otto stood on the body of his third brother Guruit, his whole body was shaking with excitement.
"Brother! We are finally here!"
Ezerac waved his staff excitedly, its bells jingling.
"Me too." Guruit spat out a few Chaos Eggs from his mouth.
The capital of the empire, the heart of the empire, the throne of Charlemagne, the birthplace of the Carolingian tribes are before their eyes, the huge buildings, the towers that rush into the sky, the city walls standing on the river bank swamp, the The thousands of smoking chimneys and the tiled roofs below are so eye-catching, so magnificent, so... charming!
This would be the best gift for a loving father!
The three Grote brothers thought so.
"It's so beautiful." Otto admired, and the eldest brother watched in fascination that the city was struggling with the epidemic. The walls and buildings were covered with moss and vines. Brunswick was like a dying patient, undergoing the final battle. Defiance, the blessing of a loving father has covered her skin and flowed into her veins.
"Brother, it's not too late, let's go."
"No, don't worry."
Otto rejected Ezelac's proposal: "We must wait, wait for Festus and his great work, wait for Gorchritt and his tentacles, wait for the Maggot Knights and the scribes."
"Here they come~"
Before the words fell, there was a terrifying sound of horns from the north of the city, dark green warriors of Nurgle, hordes of Beastman battle groups, hideous monsters of demons, huge minotaur battle groups, There are also those vortex beasts that are the most filthy and the most unsightly, slowly stepping out of the forest.
At first it was dozens, then hundreds, and soon thousands, tens of thousands.
Seventy to eighty turbid currents finally merged into an army that could submerge the entire city. The Yankee line was about two thousand meters long, and there was also a large army of Drakewald beastmen that could not be counted. The six Minotaur battle groups couldn't hold back any longer, they were eager for fresh flesh and blood, and the city in front of them was the largest meat storage warehouse!
Gortlet-Spitter strode out of the line, the half-man, half-tentacle warlord of Nurgle, the Chosen One, gesturing that he was ready.
"The Lord of Tentacles is here, there are many, many." Ezerak shouted happily: "Brother, although you can't see it, the three brothers from the maggot cavalry group to the east have also arrived, and there are many, many people!"
"Idiot, how many are there?"
"In short, there are a lot!" Ezerac laughed wildly: "Third brother, I promise you can have a full meal today~"
"My brother eats first, and my brother eats first. I only feel sorry for my brother~" Guruit laughed eagerly, and his shoulders couldn't stop rolling back and forth due to excitement.
"Very good, the three armies have arrived!" Otto was still waiting: "Then, Festus is still missing."
Nurgle's God's Choice champion didn't keep the three brothers waiting too long. Soon, the rumbling sound of knocking across the earth was deeper than the sound of thunder, as if the unstable foundations of the whole world began to grind and rub against each other. The foul-smelling rain poured down, mingled with sticky clumps of dirt.
Otto lifted his head and grinned, feeling the cool mucus run down his cracked cheek.
"Wow~"
"Oh oh oh oh~"
"Nurgle~~~~"
"Nurgle~Nurgle~Nurgle~"
The heavy rain caused the defenders in the city to howl in pain. Even if the soldiers who were not infected by the rain could feel the excruciating pain, but for the 400,000 Nurgle army outside the city, the heavy rain was simply It was a rain from the sky, everyone felt the blessing of the loving father, everyone felt that they were full of energy, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding, and began to shout the name of Nurgle.
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" said the young, scrappy Norscan Marauders, slapping their axes on their shields, delighted, for the Father must be watching the fight, making his mark and advancing to Champion Raider The first steps of the Warrior, Chaos Warrior, Chaos Champion, Chaos Lord, Chaos Chosen, and even the Demon Prince begin here!
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The Norsca veterans with gray temples were also ecstatic. This may be their last chance. God be, please witness my efforts and grant me glory and strength!
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The savage Kurgans, the strong Chaos Warriors, and the weird Nurgle demons hammered the ground with their weapons, and the love of the father finally came to this!
"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The abandoned, the beastmen, all kinds of monster gangs, and the Cyclops also shouted. These things don't understand why, they are just echoing, waiting for orders, waiting Looking forward to the fresh meat, waiting for another satisfying gluttonous feast.
More than 7,000 battle flags were bathed in the heavy rain, and each one was marked with the face of the father of various diseases. The butcher's knife was removed from its holster, the hammer's chain was undone, and the blunt sword was drawn from its human-skin scabbard.
"Stop~~~~~" Otto, the eldest brother of the three Grote brothers, raised his scythe, and the audience was silent for a moment, only to see a gap opened by the dark clouds in the storm. The other side of the gap was not the blue sky, but a terrifying In the Nurgle Garden, the loving father's appreciative laughter crashed down with the green lightning, and all the Nurgle believers sighed in satisfaction.
As a child of a loving father, happiness is sometimes so simple.
And boring.
As many as 400,000 warriors, beasts, and monsters are all over Brunswick. They shouted wildly, and the sounds of tribal horns and wild roars came and went, and the piercing roars burst out from countless tribes. Everyone was excited because the loving father watched the battle, and they all set their sights on the three Grote brothers. They were children who were especially loved by the loving father, and they knew what to do.
Otto enjoyed a moment of joy, he laughed wildly and acted recklessly in the heavy rain, but he knew he couldn't delay too long, he wanted to dedicate the city to his real father, a good boy never let daddy down .
The plague scythe was leveled and pointed at the gate of the city, and Otto's order followed.
"Attack the gate!"
On the tower, Marshal Rick Helberg looked at the "magnificent scene" in front of him. He was staring at more and more tribes moving forward to enter their positions. He saw the green ocean with more seas moving towards The city wall came.
Are those chaotic warriors in full body armor that the improvised mob can deal with now?
Can those siege towers that are 20 to 30 meters high and composed entirely of humus be destroyed by artillery?
There are also those siege behemoths, a group of filthy and terrifying huge creatures with salivating lips, cyclops holding boulders, and minotaurs crowded together and scrambling to open cans of meat. Is the empire capable of defeating them now?
Helberg didn't know that Marshal Rick couldn't help sweating on his forehead and back. His hand was tightly holding the hilt of the Runefang sword. The rain hit his armor and stained his body. The hair, soaking his lining, was sticky and uncomfortable.
Witnessing the desperate situation before them, even the Rick Guards who had experienced many battles felt terrified, and everyone almost focused their attention on Helberg.
The old man was stunned for a few minutes. He could see the expression of Nurgle himself from the crack in the sky. A kind of extreme fear gave rise to extreme anger. He immediately pointed to the crack in the sky and roared: "See that?"
"Look... I saw..."
"Then why are you just watching? Where are the mages? Turn it off immediately!" The old man yelled hysterically, pointing at Fat Grandpa's benevolent face. : "Shut it off! Shut it off, it must be turned off!"
Helberg's order brought everyone back to their senses. In the heavy rain, the battle mages had already begun to cast spells on the swirling furious storm to contain it. However, the seal they created in a hurry had little effect on the condensed terrifying hell.
"Fire!" The battle wizard is still gathering strength, and Helberg has forced himself to focus all his attention on the battle in front of him. His hoarse voice is more like a human being than a human because of the long yelling. The green-skinned warlord, the old man slammed on the crenels of the city wall: "In the name of Charlemagne's blood, fire!"
"Fire!"
"Fire!!!"
Helberg's order echoed in the imperial army, inspiring the rest. The roar of imperial artillery overwhelmed the sound of heavy rain, and the roaring shells smashed into the noisy Yankees. Long guns and short cannons were in order The firepower of the fire rippled on the city wall, followed by the sound of the arrow leaving the string.
Dozens of war machines fired at each other on a battlefield that had long been suffocated by death and madness, and eight hundred artillery pieces on the city wall. The lightning flashed, reflecting the scene of smoky destruction.
"Will the Sun King's knights arrive in time? Will the Britannia Crusaders come to support us?" Julian Brandt, a recruit of the Rick Guards, couldn't help but said: "There are also dwarves. , Elf, where are our allies?"
Helberg was silent.
"My marshal?"
Marshal Rick was silent for several seconds before he spoke.
"Stick to your posts! Men of the empire, your sharpest weapon is courage, and our most loyal belief in Charlemagne. Fight for the empire and die. We have no regrets."
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