Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 49 Forty-nine Sigma Chosen Status (4.5k) Please subscribe!

  The Norsca raised their round shields, howled and rushed towards the Dravidian army's position, and the frozen and hard ground was lifted up with a lot of dirt: "The blood **** is watching us!! Ahhhhh!!"

  The soldiers of the Empire also fell into a frenzy of faith. They shouted the name of Sigmar, believing that they were attached to the power of the twin-tailed comet. The spear and shield soldiers in the front row moved forward together to stabilize the front line, and a dense spear formation was formed.

   "Shoot!"

At the back of the battlefield, the Ranger Albert roared, the black arrows from the string pierced into the raised flesh of the Chaos Egg, bows, arrows and crossbow arrows were fired, and a round of powerful arrow feathers flew straight to the Norsca army. .

"Puff puff"

   A series of blood flowers bloomed in the surging crowd, and some Norsca warriors were sieved from head to toe, their scarlet eyes were silently dimmed, and the dead couldn't die any longer.

   "For the Empire! For Sigma!" The human army began to move, and they carried the sturdy Norsca from the front.

  Lairen handed over the most important defense line of the Chinese army to the Oak Village army for defense. He firmly believed that the soldiers he trained by himself were in no way inferior to the elites of other territories!

   "For Oak Village!" As soon as the young sergeant Gavin saw the Norsca people, a strong sense of hatred condensed in his heart, his father died in the battle against the Norsca people, and he wanted to avenge his father! Revenge for the dead people of the Empire!

"Drink!" The young sergeant's long spear was handed out from the gap of the battle shield. The deadly tip of the spear was like a poisonous snake. It bit the oncoming Berserker. easy

   Feeling the touch from his fingertips, Gavin quickly pulled out his spear, turned his hand and stabbed the Norsca Berserker's face, the spear tip brought out a mixture of red and white slurry,

   He shouted fiercely: "No mercy!"

   "No mercy!" The spear and shield soldiers in the same row formed a tight formation. The first wave of Norsca Berserkers who rushed up slammed into the shield frantically, and were then stabbed to the ground by the soldiers' spears.

   On the other side of the battlefield, the wood elf army that had exposed its position rushed out from the taiga and bushes.

   They were in the rear position of the Norsca people, constantly drawing bows and shooting arrows, round after round of star rocket feathers, and almost wiped out one-seventh of the Norsca people.

"Esley! Focus the Chaos Eggs, don't let them get close to the human front!" Katarina ordered in Elvish, the woodland bow was drawn into the shape of a full moon, and the flames attached to the star rocket made by the wood elf craftsman, enough to burn away all uncleanness.

   More than 30 star rockets roared out, and the two Chaos Eggs fell on the way to charge. The twisted Chaos Creature still longed for the taste of human flesh before dying.

  The battlefield situation is not optimistic. As more and more Berserkers rushed up, the defensive advantage of the Imperial soldiers disappeared.

  When the Norsca Shieldbreaker appeared, more than 40 shirtless Yankees, the giant axes in their hands roared and smashed one shield after another.

   The Imperial soldiers who lost their formation were immediately beheaded by the Norsca Berserkers.

   The fragile defense lines blossomed in many places. Relying on the wood elves’ woodland guards and long-range soldiers, they were able to stabilize the offensive. In the chaos, the number of imperial soldiers killed in battle surged.

  The spear and shield soldiers of Oak Village are still persevering, from gun to gun, like a forest, a strong order, to ensure that their morale will not easily collapse.

   Even if the shield-breaker can pierce through a shield and cut off a spear, it cannot withstand the simultaneous stabbing of three or four spears.

  The battle situation is rotten, screams and cheers are endless, intertwined into a blood prison painting scroll.

  Lyron judged that the time was almost up, and immediately ordered the ranger beside him: "Ignite the fire immediately! Tell Milton that they start moving!"

"Yes!"

  Albert drew a bow and an arrow, and the arrow hit the haystack on the high slope, and the flames ignited.

At this moment, at the southern end of the Black Crow Bridge, more than ten fully armed knights are ready to fight at any time, just waiting for the "signal" to come. People of the Empire.

   "Sir! Look there!"

  The Ranger Knight raised his finger to the north, and a striking black smoke shot straight into the sky.

   "Laylen and the others have already attacked the enemy!" Krill frowned and waved loudly: "Everyone! Prepare to fight!"

"Yes!"

   "According to the original plan! After rescuing the captives, return to the original way! Laren won't have much time for us!"

  Krill pressed down his helmet, raised the white wolf warhammer and shouted: "Kill all the Chaos Chops! For Uric!"

   Behind him, the knights clenched their weapons.

   "For Uric!!"

  The battle is in full swing, with Imperials, Norscans and Wood Elves fighting together.

   "Blow the horn! The second front is on top!" The Kingdom Knight ordered.

   "Woo~~~"

   "Quick! Retreat!" The horn sounded, and Gavin, who was still fighting, immediately began to organize a retreat, and their mission had been completed.

  The Norsca thought the cowardly Confederates were terrified, and they raised their battle axes, roaring at the retreating soldiers.

   "Knights! Charge!"

  Lairen led the knights behind him and slammed the Yankee front fiercely. The kingdom knights held the Hammer of Heram, and every time they swung a blow, they would take away several cheap lives.

  The human infantry is the chopping block, the knight is the heavy hammer, and the fierce charge is unstoppable.

   The Norsca Berserkers are bloodthirsty, but they are very lacking in heavy armor. When facing the trampling of the horseshoes of the heavy armored knights, they can only do the last inaction to resist.

The   a dozen knights were weak in stamina, and they could not pierce through the Yankee army on a large scale. After the momentum of the charge declined, they gradually fell into the sea of ​​​​people.

   The warhammers and long swords in the knight's hands flew from side to side. Even if they cut down several times the number of enemies, they were still unable to support them alone. Dozens of Norsca people with spears roared and surrounded them.

   At the back end of the battlefield, the Norsca whaler suddenly threw several barb harpoons.

They are born Hercules. The salvo of whale hunters is enough to shoot over a giant northern mammoth. The sharp head cone of the barb harpoon glows with cold light. Shooting at close range greatly increases the accuracy and pierces the armor. The killing is several times the power of musket lead bullets.

   The protection of the ranger knights is far worse than that of the white wolf knights and the kingdom knights. In an instant, the five ranger knights were pierced by harpoons with their horses and died on the spot.

   "This prey is mine!!" A sturdy berserker stared at Lallen, staggering his hands in front of his chest, rubbing his battle axe.

  Lairen's hammer smashed more than a dozen shots towards his harpoon, and the spear tip shattered, sputtering and piercing the crowd around him.

   The berserker who pounced on it was about to succeed.

   Illumination activates!

   "Hmm!" The kingdom knight groaned, overdrawing half of the magic wind reserve in his body in one breath.

   With Laeren as the center, an unprecedentedly strong holy light burst forth.

  Wind of Light Magic, Light of Exile.

   "Bang!" The next second, the extremely concentrated wind of light burst.

  The Berserker at the center of the explosion only felt that he had hit a wall, his body flew out like a kite off the string, his internal organs were shattered, the flames of his soul burned his body, and the extremely strong power of purification eroded the Berserker's body.

   This explosion directly shook all enemies within four meters.

"what is that!"

   Hundred meters behind him, long-range firepower suppressed the position, and the newly assembled Imperial soldiers who had just withdrawn from the front line had already set up a new line of defense.

   They looked forward in amazement, where His Excellency the Chosen was fighting alone!

   "For Sigma!" The kingdom knight's eyes were red gold, flowing like magma underground.

With   's great force swinging, the Heram Warhammer was in no position to go anywhere. In an instant, more than a dozen Norsca warriors were slammed by the warhammer, and their flesh and blood flew.

   A flying axe attacked from behind the Kingdom Knight. The latter far surpassed the reflexes of ordinary people. He grabbed the flying axe out of thin air with his left hand, and spun forward the next second.

  The surface of the Lost Knight's plate armor has a milky white shimmer surging, which automatically shakes away the splashed liquid.

  Lairen's advance was unstoppable. The horses under his crotch had already died in battle, and he was surrounded by enemies. He was deeply trapped in the center of the enemy formation. The nearest White Wolf Knight was more than 20 meters away from him, and it was too late to support him.

  Knights of the kingdom are fearless, constantly swinging their warhammers, and stepping on the enemy's blood and bones, the blood of the enemy dyes the ground red.

   The Norsca warriors in front of him all showed fear, avoiding a gap.

   At the end of the crowd, four Norsca heavy armored predators held round shields to form a tight shield wall. Their sophisticated battlefield skills tried to block the pace of this powerful human knight.

   "Huhu. Hu." The kingdom knight's eyes were locked on the shield wall, his whole body was boiling with blood, and his heartbeat was beating abnormally fast.

   In front of all the enemies, he put down the Hammer of Heram, gasped heavily, his chest heaved violently, and took the opportunity to twist his sore wrists.

   There was a series of crackling sounds between the knuckles of both hands.

   After a short breath, no Norsca dared to take a half step forward.

   "Hu" Take one last deep breath, the chest no longer rises and falls.

  Lairen's eyes quickly swept around for a week, and he clenched the war hammer again. The red gold in his eyes was slightly dimmed, and his knees were slightly bent to lower his center of gravity.

   "Hooah!!" The Norsca Heavy Armored Marauder hit the shield with a battle axe as a provocation.

   "It's really uncomfortable." The soreness from his limbs kept hitting Laylen's consciousness, and he made up his mind: "Let's do it again, break their defenses!"

   walked forward, the iris decoration rhythmically moved with the wind, and the tall kingdom knights rushed forward, full of oppression.

   Within three seconds, the strong wind of light gathered again, and Lailun tried his best to squeeze the last bit of magic wind reserve in his body, and the light of the second exile bloomed!

   "For the Empire!!"

The sound of    followed the shadow, the flame-attached warhammer and the violent roar of the kingdom knights arrived almost at the same time, and the human shields were all shattered.

   The last violent and splendid blow drained all of Laren's stamina.

   His eyes turned black, leaning on the handle of the hammer, kneeling on one knee on the ground, barely able to fall, unable to support his own weight any longer.

  Lyren broke through the Norsca shield wall and exiled the unclean souls of more than 20 marauders at one time, and countless charred wreckage was scattered around.

   He finally met the key figure in this battle, the "Lone Wolf" Kordrog, who was protected by the Norsca champion warriors several layers in front of him.

  The blood wolf tribe warlord strode out of the shield wall, the scarlet plate armor is full of blasphemy, and the top of the huge helmet symbolizes the holy seal of the evil **** Khorne, showing his precious identity as a champion warrior of Khorne.

  Kordorg holds a tall brass battle shield in his left hand. The prismatic protrusions on the surface of the shield symbolize murderousness. In his right hand, the giant serrated battle axe "Bloodslayer" is constantly dripping blood.

   "Your strength is very strong, and you are a knight who believes in the false gods of the south."

  's deep voice was like steel rubbing, and the Khorne Champion Warrior praised without hesitation.

  Lyren didn't even have the strength to speak at this time, his whole body felt dizzy and tingling, and his eyes were fixed on Kordrogg.

"The most unexpected thing is that one is the wood elves participating in the war, and the other is your secret, the knight of the false god." Kordrogg stuck the brass battle shield on the ground and held the battle axe "Bloodsputter" in both hands. , step by step to Lelan.

  Lyren looked through the gap in his helmet, only to see a pair of cold scarlet eyes, staring at himself, like a priest preparing to offer the last sacrifice to the gods.

   "After rushing all the way, even the most ferocious ice wolf is already lacking in physical strength."

"You killed a lot of my warriors, but their deaths are worth it." Khorne champion warrior kicked Layen over, raised the serrated battle axe, and made a final goodbye: "My Lord Blood God will like it. Your head, he will give me more power."

The    punishment ceremony was about to begin. Brass rubbing sounded in Lallen's ears, and the pungent smell of sulfur filled the tip of his nose. He had no strength to resist.

   "Lord Laren!!"

   "Save him!!"

  The imperial soldiers in the distance looked at this scene, and they burst out with their last strength, trying to break through the Norsca line and save the kingdom knights.

  The young sergeant Gavin of Oak Village stabbed the Norsca Marauder frantically with his spear. Albert's quiver on his waist was already empty. He could only widen his eyes in vain, waiting for the last moment to come.

   "He must be rescued! Eslai! Charge!" The wood elf ranger Katarina threw down her woodland bow and drew a green leaf longsword with her backhand.

  Lyren can't die just yet! Absolutely can't die!

Once this battle is lost, the wood elves will lose the assistance of the human army, and Eslai will be unable to suppress the rampant Chaos believers. When the night of the full moon is over, this place will become a new paradise for the beastmen, and the heathland of the Lauren Loren forest. , will become increasingly rare.

The swift woodland guards closely followed the footsteps of Queen Marist's maid. They rushed into the Norsca army with a leap, and the wood elf long sword cut deadly wounds, killing Norsca at a speed visible to the naked eye. predators.

   But even that didn't make up for their distance from Lallen.

   "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, Skull Sacrifice!"

   Accompanied by a divine word, the sharp axe of "Bloodsputter" looked at the neck of the kingdom knight.

  【Confirm consumption of 400 piety points, the host has activated the state of Sigmar's Chosen】

  On the verge of a close call, Lailun pulled out the last trump card!

   [Sigmar's Chosen: +25 attack, +14 defense, full of energy, 20% physical resistance, 30% spell resistance, attack with additional divine power \ expulsion, duration: 120 seconds]

   Kordrogg swung his blood axe very fast, and the golden light was even faster!

  Lairn's whole body flashed in golden light, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the exhausted physical strength received a huge amount of nourishment.

   "No, no, no!!" Kordrog, who was promoted to Khorne Champion Warrior, turned his expression, and the axe blade he cut stopped abruptly in mid-air, and a mysterious force prevented the "Bloodsputter" from falling.

   He yelled in horror: "You are the chosen person of false gods?! Why! Why!!"

  Kordrog went into hysterical madness.

   Ignoring the powerful purification power of the golden light, he stretched out his arms and tried to pierce the chest of this human knight with his claws. The power of purification immediately burned the scarlet gauntlets black.

  Beside the knight of the kingdom, the flames attached to the Hammer of Heram burned violently like cheers, and the extremely high temperature made the hammer head turn red, and the golden scriptures loomed on the hammer handle.

"boom!"

   Even though the Champion of Khorne quickly pulled away, he did not avoid a punch full of rage.

   There is a slight crack on the surface of the scarlet plate armor, which is harder than fine iron.

   "Why are you impatient, Norsca, did I disappoint you?"

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