Chapter 303, Attacking the Knight Kingdom!

Barrymont Castle is located in the middle of a mountainous hill in the northern part of the Principality of Lyonnaise. It is a small castle with only a few knights and two or three hundred troops stationed there. It is mainly used to control the sparsely populated areas nearby.

Ryan thought that it was not particularly strange that the castle was captured by bn serfs, because several knights in this castle are now in prison in Brunswick, the capital of the empire.

Ryan knew very well what the serf's rebellion meant, but he knew that he had no excuse to intervene in this matter. For now, he could only watch on the sidelines.

Prepare the army and train the new army as soon as possible!

In the northern wasteland, the Scalins tribe, thousands of barbarian armies are gathering on the coast.

They are all warriors who believe in chaos, from the most basic barbarian plunderers, to barbarian champion warriors, and chaotic god-chosen warriors. A large army is densely packed by the sea, waiting for the arrival of the dragon boat.

The most elite three hundred king's personal guards "Scarlet Guard" are standing on the cliff, defending their leader.

In the bitter cold wind, the king of the Scalins tribe, "Red-Eyed" Egils Steelbjorn, was standing on the edge of a cliff on the coast, with two people standing behind him.

They are his most trusted Chaos Champion, Haldorn, and his adopted son, who is also a powerful Chaos Wizard, named Chakoy.

This Chaos Wizard was from Brittania. He came from a small fishing boat and floated across the sea to the vicinity of the northern wastelands, and came to the coast of the Scalins tribe.

This was once a child who had awakened his magical talent. Logically speaking, if this kind of child could be sent to the Imperial Academy of Wizardry or the Wizarding Union of the Southern Kingdom to study, then they would be sent out soon. Otherwise, the prophets of the lake gods would definitely perceive him and take the boy away.

The ignorant serfs had no ability to send their children out to learn magic, and they didn't want their children to be taken away, so the child was put on a fishing boat and given some food to save him from bad luck.

The serf's extremely ignorant actions could not save the child's fate. When the fishing boat drifted to the seaside of the northern wasteland, the child was deeply corrupted by chaos, and he had become a terrible chaos wizard.

The first time Egil saw this child, he regarded him as a gift from the God of Darkness, and he adopted him as his adopted son. After decades, this adopted son became a legendary Chaos wizard who could summon the Chaos Demon.

This is the consequence of allowing children to awaken their magical talents,

This kind of children are allowed to grow up, and the final outcome is either to become a servant of chaos, or to become a portal of chaos.

"I will lead an army of 5,000 to go south first, Haldorn, you are here to wait for the Chaos Dwarves and more troops to gather." Egil said to his deputy Haldorn: "The lord of the Chaos Dwarves, Zumala Join you with his hellgun."

"My king, our army has not yet assembled, why are you so anxious to go south, the chiefs of various tribes are still leading the army to approach here." Haldorn is a tall chaotic champion wearing scarlet plate armor, He said to Egil.

"I can't wait any longer. The will of the great god tells me to go to the south, so I have to go to the south." Egil was wearing a chaos armor and holding a hell tomahawk, and the scarlet aura on his body erupted everywhere: "I, He is the champion of the god of blood."

"The oracle of the great blood god, the woman who can give birth to a son for her adoptive father is in the south, the northern island of the Principality of Lyonnaise in Brittany, that is called Landry, I feel it, the oracle of the blood god, Only countless blood and killings can please the Blood God." Chaos wizard Chakoy said: "Without enough killings, heads, and blood flowing, the Blood God will not give his adoptive father a real boy."

Egil nodded: "So, Chakoy and I led an army of 5,000 people to go south first, and the remaining 30,000 people can arrive later, waiting for the arrival of the dwarfs from the east before setting off together."

"Yes!" Hal'dorn responded loudly.

The barbarian army led by a hundred dragon boats set off first, and the black dragon boat carriers were destroyed, and thus led to the south.

A hundred dragonships sailed across the Sea of ​​Claws, and in spite of the storms and hurricanes of the spring, the Black Fleet remained unscathed, in Khorne's blessing.

Egil, the king of Scalins, stood proudly at the front of the dragon boat. The strong wind, rainstorm, and whirlpool could not stop the dragon boat. This was a gift from the blood god, and it undoubtedly represented the strength of the northerners.

"Father." Chaos Wizard Chakoy came out of the cabin, and he found Egil standing on the deck of the dragon boat. The Chaos Wizard was almost blinded by the strong wind and waves.

But the chosen champion of Khorne stood at the bow of the ship like an incarnation of a god. The raging wind and the turbulent waves seemed so insignificant in front of him. The brass armor on his body was decorated with spikes and rings. His body and the skull hanging from several iron bars behind him speak of Egil's glory.

He is the chosen champion of Khorne, the warrior favored by the Blood God, and the king of Scalins who has swept the northern wastes and Chaos Wastes for more than a hundred years.

"It will take another three days at most, and we will pass through the storm and arrive at the Principality of Lyonnasai." Chakoy said to Egil hard: "The natives in the south would not have thought that our dragon boat fleet could pass through the storm, they would definitely We were caught off guard."

Chakoy thought his adoptive father would be happy when he heard the news.

However, Egil did not say anything. The chosen champion of the blood god hid his appearance in his brass helmet. On the top of his tall helmet was the eight-pillar emblem belonging to Khorne. Only a pair of pale eyes stood out. Blood red light.

"Father?" Chakoy's hood was blown away, revealing his severely mutated face. The Chaos Wizard's face was full of sarcoma, an extra horn grew on his head, and there was a blood hole in the middle of his forehead. There is a white eyeball inside.

"The destruction of the southerners has long been doomed." Egil said calmly, his thick voice was like a mountain, shaking people's hearts: "The southerners have given up the salvation of the gods and true civilization. Only one god can get the chance of self-salvation, then their end can only be destroyed, and I will bring true civilization and faith."

"Now, here I come, the cowardly southerners will be destroyed, but blood and glory will last forever."

The Principality of Lyonnaise, the town of Landry.

This is the northwest of the Principality of Lyonnasai. Along the long coastline of the Principality of Lyonnasai, there is a huge northwest coast and island group. It is very rich and has a large population. Many residents live here, because in this place you can A large amount of seafood was caught, and the life of the serfs was not bad, so the residents here prayed devoutly to the fairy in the lake almost every day, praying for the protection of the fairy in the lake, protecting them from being swallowed by the rough sea, or being Pirate raids by northern barbarians.

It seems that it is also because of the blessing of the fairy in the lake that Landry has always been quiet and peaceful, and nothing happened.

Just today, as always, fishermen are on the beach, praying to the nymphs of the lake.

Normally, the knights do not allow the serfs to believe in the fairies of the lake. The serfs generally believe in other gods in the old world, such as the goddess of mercy Thalia, the white wolf god of war Urik, the god of death Moore, the god of the sea Mananen, and the goddess of the earth Lai. Ya, the god of wisdom and justice, Florina, the god of war, Mirmia, or the three gods of the southern sect of the empire, the god of justice, the god of life, and the god of magic.

However, the deep-rooted belief in the fairy of the lake in Brittania made people willing to chant the holy name of the goddess, and the knights were not too willing to stop the serfs from worshiping their ladies.

The same is true on the island of Landry, where the residents prefer to believe that it is the blessing of the fairies of the lake that let them return safely from the storm and the waves.

At the seaside, several fishermen were kneeling and praying: "Thank you, Ma'am! Thank you for giving us peace."

An old fisherman also took the lead in praying. His skin was already wrinkled and tanned all year round. He looked at the sky sadly and only sighed in his heart.

This year's harvest is not good, the island does not produce any decent crops at all, Landry is already a wealthy island, the three meals of the serfs are still mostly fish, and they only eat black bread for dinner .

Fortunately, the serfs here are not starving, and they can live on.

There is a storm at sea these days, and the fishermen have no way to go to sea. They pray and complain about the bad weather, and then they are going to return to their homes in the fishing village to spend the day with a warm fire and complicated work.

And at this moment, at the end of the line of sight, on the other side of the sea level, several black spots appeared.

"Hey? What's that?" Looking at those black spots, several serfs looked around curiously.

The old fisherman also looked at the black spot in the distance with suspicious eyes, and when he mentioned it in his heart, he had a bad premonition.

A few black spots then turned into a dozen, then twenty, and then more black spots. As time went by, several fishermen discovered that they should be some boats.

"It's so strange, you can sail in this kind of stormy weather?" A serf muttered, "What does this mean? It means that the storm may not be that big. Should we also try to go to sea? How much can we catch? "

"Hey, you guy." Another serf said sarcastically, "Those are big boats, first-class boats, that's your broken fishing boat that has been repaired many times, look, that boat is big and strong , can certainly withstand the storm.”

Several serfs were still looking around curiously.

The black dot gets closer and closer, and it gradually reveals its whole picture.

These are a few black dragon boats. The ship beast is a huge dragon head and skeleton. The huge sails are printed with black octagonal formations, looming in the storm.

The old fisherman looked at the black mark on the sail in disbelief, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Still seeing black marks.

"It's over." The old fisherman's knees gave way and he almost fell to the ground. The serf next to him hurriedly supported him: "Old Mu, what's wrong with you?"

"The doomsday is here, our doomsday is here." The old fisherman's face showed sadness, anger, and helplessness, but most of all, it was deep fear: "North, the disaster star of the north is here, destruction is coming, everything is withered, then It's the marauding fleet of the northern barbarians, they've come to Landry, we're done!"

"The plundering fleet of the northern barbarians?" Several serfs turned pale with shock. They quickly grabbed the old fishermen: "Impossible, isn't there a storm in the north? How could the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians come to us?"

"No, this is definitely the fleet of the northern barbarians, I will not admit it wrong." The old fisherman's face was filled with only fear, deep fear, this fear went deep into the bone marrow, his face was pale, his whole body was trembling and dripping with cold sweat: "I won't admit my mistake, because I have experienced it."

"When I was eight years old, early in the morning, my father went out to sea to fish, but it was different from normal going out to sea. He went out in the morning and returned home in the morning. With fear on his face, he stuffed me into the into the cellar under the room, and told me not to come out no matter what I heard."

"The whole day after that, I heard countless voices, those terrible screams, cries for help, and the sound of burning flames. When the reinforcements took me out of the cellar, what I saw was ruins, and the house was on fire. The whole village was turned into hell, everyone was killed, heads were piled up like a mountain, my father was torn in two, my mother was impaled to death with a stake I was the only one in the village survivor."

"That is the masterpiece of the northern barbarians, that is the octagonal emblem of chaos, I will not admit it, I will never admit it, they have not forgotten me, they just did not take my life, left me here, let me live on , and now they're back, coming to collect interest, we're screwed."

The serfs were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They looked at each other, packed up their things, and ran away.

Only the old fisherman knelt quietly on the beach.

The dragon boat approached. Under the octagonal emblem of Chaos and the eight-pillar holy emblem of Khorne, the blood god Khorne, a hundred dragon boats from the Scalins tribe gradually approached the beach. The beach was full of fishermen wailing and running for their lives.

As the first dragon boat landed on the beach, hundreds of Scalins barbarian warriors roared off the dragon boat. These bloodthirsty ax bearers stepped onto the beach and walked towards the beach. They rushed to kill the fleeing fishermen.

King "Red-Eyed" Egil of Scalins got off the largest dragon boat. He took one step at a time, and then drew out his hell tomahawk, and chopped the old fisherman who was kneeling to die in two with one ax: " What a cowardly southerner, only a southerner can do such a thing as begging for mercy on his knees."

"I order that every southerner who dares to fight us will be given a dignified death by our axes and swords, and every southerner who surrenders and gives up resistance will be impaled to death by a stake! Kill what you see All living creatures, offer their heads and blood to the great blood god!"

"Oh! Oh!" The barbarian warriors and looters frantically responded to Egil's order. They brutally killed everything they saw and took everything they saw.

The villages in the distance were immediately flooded with flames and gunpowder smoke, and the weak defenders and slight resistance immediately became invisible.

"Let these corrupt and backward low-class people in the south realize the superiority of our northerners! Blood sacrifices to the blood god, skulls to sacrifice skulls! For blood and glory! For Khorne!"

"For Khorne!!!"

On this day, a dozen villages along the coast of Landry were reduced to ruins, thousands of Bretons were massacred, and no one was spared. Want to chat with more like-minded people about Warhammer God, follow "Youdu" on WeChat, chat about life, and find a confidant 8