Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 44 Forty-four · Second-stage piety reward

   "Don't! Don't! Ms. Serena save me wow!!"

   Northwest of An Orberg Town, in the oak forest forty miles away, the conscripted militia was pulled by a huge bull beast on the hind legs and dragged into the depths of the dark forest.

   He kept struggling, trying to grab a life-saving straw, but all in vain.

   "Where's my attendant?! Move closer to me! Move closer to me!!"

   "Steady! Hold! Form a front! Don't mess!!"

   "The left side is about to be breached! Come on someone to stand up!!"

   On the low slope, more than 300 human soldiers were fighting stubbornly.

   The sergeants shouted, frantically bombarded the order, their roars were dwarfed by the roars of the Beastmen, the sergeants' efforts seemed to be in vain, and the whole situation slid down the cliff of disastrous defeat.

   The unsuspecting Baron of Jon's army never dreamed that there would be a huge army of beastmen ambushing here. In the chaotic standing of 100 meters, the human army was cut into several segments by the sudden army of beastmen.

Dozens of reckless bull beasts and Chaos Eggs plunged into the crowd like sharp blades, followed by an astonishing number of horned beasts, they frantically rushed into the gap, looking for a single human soldier or a hapless knight, There was fighting everywhere, and there were miserable cries and screams.

  The weapons of the Beastman, like the arcs drawn by the scythe of the **** of death, took away one fresh life after another without mercy.

Chaos Mastiffs are extremely advantageous in the melee. Small but vigorous beasts have eaten a feast of human flesh. They swarm towards a single human. Leather armor, scale armor and even knight's plate armor can't stop it. With sharp canine teeth, people kept falling down like opening a can.

The taste of    human flesh only slowed them down a little, and the long-term maddening bloodlust and hunger in the deep forest drowned all the senses of the beastmen, leaving only the primitive beast instincts and reverence for the evil god.

   "Ser Yogg! Look there!!" The human camp was in the middle of the tent, and Sir Yogg was reminded by the squire, and looked at the intersection to the east in a panic.

Not far away, the knight of the kingdom, Sir Duran of the Baron of Jon, was nailed to the ground by a twisted black spear through his chest. He opened his arms as if to welcome the sky. If you don't see him broken and full of beasts. Tooth's lower body, Ser Duran was so holy at the moment.

  Blooded and gloomy half of his face, leaving him with a look of horror at the last moment.

   "Break out! Lord Yog! Order to break out! We have more than 200 people and more than 30 knights!"

   He looked at the herd of beasts that surrounded him in all directions, and realized how naive his thoughts were.

  The human army is still trying to organize the defense. Every minute and every second, several lives are passing, the sergeants are shouting, and the hands of these elite soldiers are shaking unnaturally.

"Why. It's winter. Why are there beastmen ambushing here." Yogg Yoen could no longer bear the despair in his heart, he could no longer hold the knight's sword forged by skilled craftsmen, "Qiancang" With a bang, it fell to the ground.

   "Back! Back! Close the front!!" A kingdom knight just cut off the head of a big horned beast, raised his sword and shouted.

   He led several ranger knights to the back of the line of defense. The knights who had been trained since childhood and had experienced many battles madly waved their weapons and killed the beastmen who had squeezed into the line of defense one after another.

  In the east of the chaotic battlefield, the giant machete swung out from the hoof of the Beastmaster Gorakta. The three pikemen beside him were headed, and the headless corpses fell softly, scarlet blood gushing from the fractures.

   The Beastmaster's claws grabbed a corpse, opened his **** mouth, and greedily swallowed the delicious blood.

   "Flock of crows... slaughter humans!" The shaman "Fear Incarnation" Proz waved his blasphemous staff.

   The screaming shaman cast the beast method "Feast of Crows", and in an instant, countless sharp-toothed black crows flew out of the oak forest, constantly pecking at human eyes and tearing wounds.

  The morale of human beings was already in jeopardy, but under the magical blow of the screaming shaman, it was suddenly gone, and they were scrambling to escape.

   "Don't spread out! Don't run!"

   In the middle of the eastern front, the kingdom knight of the Sain family had his eyes split open. He watched the human soldiers fleeing in all directions, struggling one by one, being thrown down by the beastmen and disemboweled.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The knights of the kingdom went crazy.

  The servants behind him were inspired by the bravery of the knights. They burst out their last strength and did not hesitate to exchange their lives for their lives. However, the huge gap in strength and quantity was far from being filled by courage alone.

The    beast swarm overwhelmed them, and all the human troops on the east front were killed.

   The Beastmaster Golacta who killed the kingdom knight casually, withdrew the twisted spear and the scarlet beast eyes, and noticed the middle front, where the human army resisted the most fiercely, and even pushed back the horned beasts that were pressing up.

The screaming beast roar sounded on its side, and it was the screaming shaman "Fear Incarnation" Proz: "War beast. Kill. Human nobles! Evil God. Watch the war beasts! More herds! More herds! "

   "Kill! Kill! War Beast. Crazy Battle!!" The Beastmaster raised his twisted spear.

The bull beasts around    stopped killing one after another. They heard the order of the beastmaster, gathered together, and rushed to the front of Baron Jon with unmatched brute force.

   "It's the Bull Beast! Run away! Run away!" Many soldiers collapsed before this terrifying creature's charge, and the Bull Beast's dragon chariot charge completely overwhelmed the baron's heavily armored guards.

  The arrogant power of the bull beast stunned several great swordsmen who rushed up. The knights who had just mounted their horses and tried to escape in the chaos were directly held by them and smashed to the ground.

The    line of defense was breached, and hundreds of horned beasts crossed the gap in the defense line and attacked the human soldiers from the side. The gap was getting bigger and bigger.

   "Escape! Escape!"

   At the juncture of life and death, Yogg Yoen finally woke up, shouted recklessly, grabbed the reins of the war horse, turned on his horse, and ruthlessly ran over the baronial soldiers, only to flee for himself.

   He was followed by only a few squires and ranger knights.

   "Cough cough." The aged baron lifted the tent curtain door tremblingly, and the blackness in front of him almost made him unsteady.

   "What's the matter? What's wrong? Why is it so noisy?" Baron Yorn had no idea what was going on now, and the roars and screams around him made him tremble.

   A reddish-brown figure passed in front of him. In an instant, the figure stopped and stood silently in front of Baron Jon, with blood dripping from the end of the spear in "his" hand.

   "Someone will explain to me what happened"

   The questioning stopped abruptly, and Baron Jon opened his eyes wide and looked down in disbelief.

At   's chest, a twisted spear pierced him, and the sharp pain deep into his bones made him awake.

  “.What.”

   The last word in his mouth came out, he could no longer speak, a Chaos War Mastiff tore his throat and his vocal cords shattered.

   The gloomy sky, the sound of thunder, and soon, a strange torrential rain fell on the oak forest, washing away all traces.

   "Oracle. War beast, massacre and capture the town!"

   After six hours.

   Looking at the cloudy eastern sky, Leren, who was marching in the outer forest of Dracowald, realized that the situation was turning in a more troublesome direction.

  The knight of the kingdom called up the system. On the strategic map, the coat of arms of the "Raging Siren", which symbolized the Baron Jorn's family, had disappeared, leaving only a striking red light.

   He rode his horse to find Claire Anluoxian, and asked him to camp there and gather all the knights.

  The White Wolf Knight didn't ask any more questions, and immediately ordered to camp on the spot. In the entire Draven army, he trusted Laylen very much.

  The militias have not yet set up their tents, so the knights had to gather under a eucalyptus tree surrounded by four people. The Baron of Jon is no more powerful than the Earl of Delavan, and giant trees in the territory are very common.

   "What happened? Did you find the enemy ahead?" Milton Sean, who had just arranged the camp, arrived late, and he ran all the way, his tone was very hasty.

  The army of the stag knights, at the suggestion of Lallen, was arranged at the rear of the marching team, because the halberd team under his command was not inferior to the provincial army, and most of the goods were in the rear of the team, requiring relatively elite soldiers to guard.

   "No." Krill shook his head, his face was very solemn, obviously the kingdom knight had told him something.

   Someone immediately vacated a seat for the Bucks.

   "Then why stop the march? It's still a while before it gets dark!" Milton asked in a puzzled way, reaching out to take the deerskin water bag handed by the attendant, and gulping down a mouthful.

"We haven't completed the detour, and we are now within the detection range of the enemy, and we will be attacked by the Norsca and the Beastmen at any time." Krill did not answer him, but changed the topic: "Before answering the question, Knights, I have very unfortunate news for you."

  Everyone waited in silence.

  The White Wolf Knight took a deep breath and calmed down. After sweeping his eyes, he said slowly: "From now on, we will fight alone, and there will be no assistance from the baron's army."

"what?"

  Stag Knight looked surprised, and his expression seemed to tell Krill "Are you kidding?".

  The surrounding knights also looked blank.

   The words after the white wolf knight made the knights even more uproar.

   "And, we will attack the Norsca head-on tomorrow."

   "What happened?" Milton Sean couldn't bear it any longer, he was a little manic.

   "My lord sent down the oracle, and the army of Baron Jorn was ambushed by a large army of beastmen in the oak forest west of An Orborg Town, and the whole army may be destroyed." Lallen stood up and explained in a deep voice.

   "How is this possible?" The Buck Knight suddenly felt that he had not woken up, or was trapped in the trick of the God of Deceit.

   He suddenly smiled and said, "Don't be joking. The oracle is still in the hands of Baron Jon's army. They are almost arriving in Ann Orborg at this moment. How could they be ambushed?"

  Milton smiled and looked at Lallen, who looked back at him, and continued, "That's the truth."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if what you said is true, it is impossible to send news even on a flying horse in such a short period of time!" The Buck Knight retorted loudly, his eyes on Krill, and he hoped that The speaker retorted.

  The White Wolf Knight looked at him silently, without speaking.

  Milton Sean's Adam's apple agitated, and it seemed that a heavy hammer slammed on him, and asked in a low voice: "Laylen, how can you be sure that they were ambushed?"

   "Oracle."

  Lyren's expression was solemn.

   "Huh? An oracle? Which god? Is it the **** of the empire? Or a lowly **** believed by some hillbilly?" The Buck Knight was amused.

   "Because of an oracle you said, Your Excellency Krill is going to stop the march? Crazy, haha, crazy, you must be crazy, hahaha~~~"

   "Enough! Milton Thane!"

  The White Wolf Knight shouted angrily and stopped Milton Thane's blasphemous behavior: "Even if I am a knight of my lord Uric, I will not allow you to slander Emperor Sigmar like this!"

   "Master Krill! Why did you stop the march because of this madman's inexplicable oracle! Your actions are blaspheming Emperor Sigmar!"

   "Laylen is the real Chosen! A Chosen who carries Sigmar's will! Do you think he is qualified?!"

   "Why should I believe it?! Why?!"

   A light circle without warning lit up from the back of Laren's head. In the dimly lit woods, all the places illuminated by the light were corrupted and faded away visible to the naked eye.

"This this."

  The warm current soothed the heart of Buck Knight Milton Thane, his vision was shrouded in milky white light, his mouth kept opening and closing, and he couldn't say anything.

   All human beings were attracted by the milky white light, they stopped everything in their hands, and gathered around the Kingdom Knights absentmindedly.

   "Now do you believe it"

   In the eyes of the white wolf knight, the kingdom knight is so holy, and the urge to kneel and obey him arises in his heart.

   "My lord has sent down an oracle, Milton Thane." Lallen's voice was extraordinarily ethereal under the blessing of the dazzling light.

   The knight whose name was named slackened his knees. His spiritual reverence made him ignore the muddy ground and knelt directly in front of Laylen.

  【＋269 piety】

  Lyren noticed a series of system prompts.

  【The second stage of piety is completed (1063\\1000)】

  [Reward distribution: 3000 experience points, personal characteristics*2, 1 skill point]

  【War Mission Released: Defeat any legendary hero of the following factions. 】

  [Empire: 0]

   [Brittany: 0]

  [Green Skin: 0]

  【Beastman: 0】

  【Vampire: 0】

  [Noska: 0]

  【Quest Reward: Random】

   The whole process lasted for a minute before Lallen put away the Flare Art.

  Stag Knight Milton Thane stopped talking. He looked at Layen reverently and looked excited.

  The eyes of every human soldier are full of fanatical beliefs, and if Laeren leads them down the road of death now, the soldiers will have no regrets.

  [Personal characteristics: friend of the forest (purple grade), construction craftsman (blue grade)]

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   (end of this chapter)