Chapter 316, Continue the Unfinished Showdown
On the city wall, all the knights and citizens were sweating and their faces were stiff.
From the time of babbling, the serfs and nobles of Brittania would teach the children one story after another. These stories are undoubtedly the stories of the Britannian knights fighting on the battlefield. Among them, the The story of the Holy Grail Knight is the most popular and familiar.
When they are a little older, noble children will dress up as knights and use soft lances to compete with each other. They like to shout the name of the fairy of the lake, just like countless great deeds throughout the ages. The deep belief of the fairies will be engraved in their hearts. Everyone dreams of walking the road of the Holy Grail, getting the approval of the lady, and finally becoming a glorious Holy Grail Knight, and then fulfilling their lifelong dreams.
The Knights of the Holy Grail are living saints in the hearts of the Bretanians. Their stories and legends are spread everywhere. Even children in the most remote and isolated villages can recite knight fairy tales catchy.
In the eyes of the common people, the Knight of the Holy Grail is just like the embodiment of chivalry. When the people were helpless and wandering, they called out the names of the Holy Grail Knights they knew, as if they were praying to God, asking for shelter.
But now, the myth has been shattered, and even the most powerful Holy Grail Knight Commander Jules died under the hands of Egil. Every Britannian feels that something in his heart has been shattered.
It was the sound of long-standing beliefs, long-standing beliefs breaking.
"Your Excellency Ules..." Calad, Anara, and the knights brought by Ules to Krona burst into tears on the spot.
Dalhaide, Alderlade, and the remaining knights of the Principality of Lioness were all silent, and Dalhaide opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.
"I..." opened his mouth, and the Duke himself could only feel tears rolling in his eyes.
He wanted to cry, but his status as a duke meant he couldn't lose his composure, so tears could only flow down the crow's feet from the corners of his eyes. Dalhaide was not only crying for the death of Jules, but also for Leona Race and cry.
Egil reached out his hand to stop the wild celebrations of the barbarians. He held the head of Jules in his palm, and wiped off the dust on the head with his rough hands. Victory, but countless emotions rose in his heart, Jules was a respectable opponent, and he felt sorry for the passing of this opponent.
It's just that the king of Scalins quickly recovered from this state. He hung the head of Ulles on the spikes of his armor, and then raised his battle ax towards Darhid on the city wall, demanding that Darhid Hyde returned his woman and son.
"Bretanians! I honor your dead champions! King Scalins speaks for nothing, now, give me back my woman and my son! Otherwise we will kill every man, woman and Children, we will smash your stone castle and turn every village into ruins!" Egil yelled towards the inner castle: "As a respect and memory of your champions, I will give you a day to rest! Tomorrow at noon , when the sun rises to its highest point, Scalins will launch the final attack!"
Dalhaide remained silent. He hesitated for a full thirty seconds. Looking at the barbarian army approaching in front of the inner castle, he really wanted to immediately order the killing of Elizabeth and the child in her stomach, but he knew that he couldn't. Wasn't the reason why he left Elizabeth's life before because he still had the last bargaining chip in his hand?
He is now like a gambler who has lost everything. He has nothing, but he must guarantee the respect and commitment to the oath of the Holy Grail Knight. Since Jules promised, he must fulfill it.
This is a respect for the oath. Since the championship matchup has been promised, the result of the matchup must be respected.
A woman named Hengster was put in an iron cage and sent out of the inner castle.
Egil smiled contentedly when he saw that the woman's belly was already in the state of October pregnancy.
He could feel a deep sense of joy, and in this atmosphere, it seemed that the victory brought by the championship match was not so important.
What no one knows is that Egil has also reached the limit under the attack of Jules. To some extent, the champion of Khorne does not want to forcefully attack the last inner castle, but he hopes that he can pass this way , remembering and respecting the venerable opponent of Jules.
The God's Chosen Champion of Khorne abides by the honor of Khorne and is willing to keep his promise. That is only for respectable opponents. He never acts recklessly like many chaotic champions. He deeply understands that Khorne's honor does not allow Defilement and trustworthiness are often just a means, but Egil is willing to magnify this means to let mortals understand the power and glory of Khorne.
That's why he gave Ules basic respect and initiated the championship match. If he died in the championship match, it would only prove that he was not worthy of being Khorne's God's Chosen Champion.
And Khorne is obviously very satisfied with Egil, and now, Egil is about to welcome his first son.
At night, in Egil's big tent, everyone in Scalins was looking forward to it, and the cry from the baby resounded through the night sky.
It was a crying and screaming sound that made people feel extremely painful. The howling of pain not only caused waves in the mortal kingdom, but even formed a strong echo in the subspace. It was the power of chaos, That was the blessing of the evil god. Chaos and madness were everywhere in the realm of chaos. In the camp of Scalins, all eight chaos wizards were reduced to ashes due to the strong chaos storm. Coy survived.
It wasn't the Chaos wizards, the barbarian warriors who couldn't perceive the wind of chaos were also trembling in this terrible chaos storm. They knelt down one after another and chanted the names of the evil gods they believed in.
With tears streaming down Egil's weather-beaten face, he stretched out his hands and gently lifted the swaddling baby.
This child was very strong, with piercing eyes, and the same ice blue color as his father. He held a blood clot in his hand, and his small fist was tightly clenched, which symbolized strength and the gift of the blood god.
This is a little guy with a handle.
Egil's eyes were red. He stretched out his hand and stroked the child's face. His son was still very young and couldn't pick up an ax, a knife or a gun, but it didn't matter. Egil could wait, he could wait, his Life is still long.
Chaos wizard Chakoy finally regained his sanity from the terrible chaos storm. He couldn't wait to climb to Egil's side and happily announced that his adoptive father's family had a new member. The remaining nearly 20,000 barbarian warriors shouted Cheers, cheers to future Chiefs.
Under the night, the camp of Scalins was as bright as day, and the grand celebration was held in the camp of the barbarians. All enjoyed a great victory. Now, the Bretons have lost their All they can do is hide in the castle and wait for the judgment of fate all day long, while the barbarians feast on it. They smashed the warehouses for storing food, attacked every shop and workshop, and plundered everything they saw. Everything, they gorged on meat, drank soup in big bowls, and sang loudly.
There is no reason for the barbarians not to celebrate. The immortal feat has been forged. They have used the blood and destruction of the Bretons to write down a solid mark on their military medals. Tomorrow, they will attack Lyonnaise The only inner citadel in the world, adorned the throne of Khorne with the skull and flesh of the Bretons.
Egil was holding his son happily, and after shaking the baby in his arms for a long time, he remembered that the child's mother, Hungst, or Elizabeth, was lying pale on a large table.
The woman was looking at Egil with pleading eyes.
She didn't want to die, she knew what her fate was going to be, she was pleading.
Egil did not respond at all, he waved his hand, and Chaos Champion Kovindev walked in from the outside: "My king?"
Egil didn't say a word, he pointed to the woman lying on the bed, and then put his four fingers together to form a knife in his hand, and he went down everything.
The Chosen Champion of Khorne set his sights on Kovindev.
Kovindev immediately nodded in understanding.
The king of Scalins came out of the tent with the baby in his arms, and joined the barbarians in a wild celebration of drinking and drinking.
"Hiss!" Not long after Egil walked out of the tent, there was a sound from inside the tent, blood stained the coarse cloth of the tent, and Egil sneered.
It was supposed to be like this, and there were many accidents, but the ending finally returned to the established track.
All that's left is to celebrate the happy hour of victory.
The happy time is always short. Egil, who had been celebrating for several hours, heard an unusually faint sound of the horn. The sound of the horn was mighty and majestic. So drunk, they didn't even realize what happened.
The barbarians have always been like this, and they who believe in chaos have always been synonymous with chaos and disorder.
Egil was also dazzled by the birth of his son so that he didn't arrange a sentry at all. He could feel the alcohol from the two barrels of malt wine he drank before was eroding his thinking, but the God's Chosen Champion of Khorne soon Just overcame the power of alcohol, he immediately realized that things had changed!
"There is an enemy attack at night! There is an enemy attack at night! Soldiers, take up your weapons and prepare to fight!" Egil issued a high-pitched order, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds billowed, and then, a huge meteor burning with flames flew directly from the sky. It fell in the air and smashed towards the barbarian camp.
The meteor exploded in the camp of the Scalins, killing more than one hundred and fifty barbarian warriors on the spot, and a huge wave of air swept across the camp.
At the same time, there were bursts of thunderous cannons in the distance, and several cannonballs flashing with magical luster drew beautiful arcs and fell behind the barbarian camp.
The cannon roared, the shells shattered, and the artillery attacked the barbarian camp. Every sound of the cannon could kill a dozen barbarian warriors and a large barbarian tent. After the sound, his face changed drastically. He has been at war with the northern part of the empire and the Nord Kingdom all year round, and he will not understand this kind of gun body.
It's the sound of a dwarf cannon!
Brittany...are there dwarves?
its not right! Egil shook his head again and again. There is a sacred covenant between the empire and the dwarves, and the relationship between Brittania and the dwarves can only be said to be acceptable. How can there be the sound of dwarf cannons here?
"Ready to fight! Ready to fight!" The sound of the cannons was not fake. No matter what, the honorable champion of Khorne's Chosen will face a powerful enemy and win it.
"Dudu ~ Dudu ~" Horned sounded. After the carnival of the night, a touch of fish belly had a white belly on the sky. After some carnival, the Skarkle soldiers did not affect their combat effectiveness. All the barbarians were They are all ready to face the enemy.
From the other end of the horizon, a huge army of knights appeared in front of the Scalins tribe. They were gorgeously dressed, with colorful flags fluttering, fierce horses, and neat queues. The leader of the banner is undoubtedly a Holy Grail Knight, he is wearing a yellow and blue burqa, inside is a shiny dwarven mithril plate armor, the golden cup cloak flutters gently in the morning wind, and above the high flag is a family that the barbarians have never seen before. coat of arms.
This coat of arms is red and white, a sharp sword passes through a book in the middle, there is a golden chalice pattern in the middle of the book, two long ribbons protrude from both sides of the coat of arms, and the coat of arms wears An earl's diadem.
"Looks like we're late, Leona has turned into ruins." Ryan rode on the pure-blood elf warhorse Grape, and whispered to his flag officer Armand: "I don't know if there are any survivors." By."
"But now, we must defeat the enemy in front of us!" Ryan picked up his warhammer.
Not long ago, when his army defeated Musilon's vampire army and was still marching towards Lyonnaise, Ryan felt a very terrifying chaotic storm raging in the subspace. He immediately understood that there must be Some Chaos Power is performing an evil ritual, or a Chaos Daemon has been born.
Ryan immediately made a decision and led the army of knights straight to the place where the chaotic storm was generated.
Now, the camp of the barbarian army is right in front of us, and not far away is the Lyonnaise Castle, which is engulfed in gunpowder smoke and its gates have collapsed.
Ryan knew that he might be late, but he had no choice. In order to stop his army, Matthew Bard summoned more than 50,000 zombie and skeleton troops. These troops were used to delay Ryan's footsteps, and Ryan had to spend After some time to defeat them, and seeing the success of the plan, Matthew Bud immediately retreated and returned to Mu Xilong.
Furthermore, due to Dalhaide's hesitation, the army led by Ryan never got permission to enter the Principality of Lyonnaise, and did not come in a hurry until after the castle was besieged. He had already expected that he might not be able to catch up, but the barbarian army had to be wiped out on the spot. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles.
"For the lady, for Britannia, launch!!" Ryan continued to order, and the dwarf cannon roared, shattering the last bit of luck in Egil's heart. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of barbarian soldiers died from the shells of the dwarf cannon under.
There are indeed dwarves!
The barbarian army quickly lined up on the plain, and Egil handed over his son to his trusted Chaos Champion Haldorn, and then took the hell battle ax and walked to the front of the two armies.
He saw Ryan's banner, and Egil thought about it: "I know you, Ryan Malcador, the champion of the false gods in the lake, you killed Birig the 'Crushing Bear' back then, You have done great things in the past few years, and your name can be heard in the wasteland."
"I know you too, you are the King of Scalins, 'Red Eye' Egil Stilbjorn, the God-Chosen Champion of Khorne." Ryan smiled, he was once a Kingdom Knight of the Nord Kingdom , there's no reason not to know Egil, and Scalins comes to Nord to raid every few years.
"The head of Jules is here, and you will be next." Egil didn't care, he pointed to the long head of the Holy Grail Knight hanging on his armor: "Knights, you are continuing to seek death Is it?"
The army of knights shook for a while, and many people felt a deep sense of fear in their hearts when they saw Jules' head.
Ryan raised his warhammer and signaled everyone to be quiet. Although he was very surprised, he remained calm: "You defeated Jules?"
"I used to think that this was the most precious gift I could offer to the Throne of Khorne, but it's not anymore." Egil showed a mocking look, he raised the hell tomahawk and pointed at Ryan: "Your head is the .”
"Hehe." Ryan also sneered.
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