Wyverns are generally considered to be one of the scourges of the old world. These creatures are several meters long. They live in dark caves and build nests on high mountains. These creatures are crazy and irrational. They will attack those who enter.
Any enemy in their own territory, and often include powerful opponents such as griffins and hippogryphs in their attacks
Due to the limited shooting range, wyverns often die at the hands of those noble animals, but there are also many wyverns that can win those incredible wars. This character and hobby of being immersed in the battle itself is quite imaginable with the green skins.
Therefore, many wyverns choose to become the mounts of green-skinned warlords, and this cooperation requires no reason.
Expeditionary Knight Kalad frowned. The gray-green figure, the sharp horns on its head, its barbed tail, and its wings clumsily flapping in the air. There was no doubt that it was a bipedal flying dragon.
Moreover, it is a bipedal wyvern that comes out to look for food due to hunger in winter.
"Conceal! Prepare to shoot!" Belega's shout made people react. Under Belega's command, people looked for bunkers in the wilderness. The dwarves squatted on the spot, and Bertrand howled loudly: "
Get down! Take cover!”
The roar of the beast resounded through the wilderness. In this hungry winter, it was forced to come out of the cave in the mountains to look for food. At this time, the flying dragon knew that its actions were very dangerous, but it had to have a full stomach!
This made it even more ferocious. It used its wings unskillfully to glide through the sky, spitting out crimson flames from its mouth. The fishy smell of the beast filled the air, making it sickening.
Almost all the serfs felt fear, and they screamed and fled. The dwarves fled in all directions. At this time, the low IQ of the wyvern also became apparent.
It breathed fire too early, which caused the serfs to find that the flames of the bipedal flying dragon were at least thirty or forty meters away from them after evading them. So after escaping in a panic, the serfs followed Bertrand's loud orders.
They gathered together and raised the long bow and hand crossbow in their hands towards the flying dragon.
"Fire!" A dense rain of fine arrows streaked across the sky, flying towards the flying dragon. Seeing this scene, Kalad just shook his head calmly. If the flying dragon was so easy to deal with, it would not be like this.
One of the most famous evil beasts.
Sure enough, the dense rain of arrows only touched the body of the bipedal flying dragon. This beast had hard scales all over its body, and ordinary arrows could not hurt it at all. On the contrary, it let out a mocking howl, its wings were afraid of being beaten, and the dense
It knocked down the arrows one after another, and the flying dragon howled triumphantly, preparing to glide and swoop down from the sky in a show of force.
Similarly, the dwarves also sneered, and the chief engineer of the Angland clan, Halharford-the Gold Digger, raised the dwarf hand cannon in his hand.
"Boom!" The dull roar of the hand cannon overwhelmed the sound of the battlefield. A sharp explosive projectile tore the flesh and blood of the flying dragon from the side, spurting out a stream of dark red blood in the air, and then, deeply
The projectile embedded in the wyvern's flesh exploded.
Blood and flesh spattered, and a charred bloody hole exploded on the beast's back. It screamed, fell from the air, and landed in the wilderness in the distance.
"Explosive projectiles are really a good thing, but unfortunately there are very few produced. We have to rely on the light fire wizard and her apprentices to make them. It is said that only fifty can be produced a month." Belega said to his chief engineer.
: "If possible, I really hope all the thunder gunners in our clan are equipped with this thing."
"There are always few good things." Hal Hafer, the gold digger, whispered: "There are also flowering projectiles. We can also try the power of this thing during the suppression of bandits."
"Um."
Kalad frowned when he saw the wyvern landing not far away.
The use of long-range weapons by the dwarves was an act without any sense of honor in Kalad's opinion. On the contrary, they destroyed Kalad's expectations. He had hoped to use this prey as a sacrifice for the Winter Veil Festival, dedicated to the Fairy of the Lake.
Taste.
However, Kalad knew very well that he could not demand the dwarf according to the standards of chivalry, so the knight got off his horse and walked towards the place where the flying dragon was.
Even if the flying dragon is injured, the beast still maintains its strong ferocity, or in other words, due to the injury, it is even crazier than before.
"Madam, please continue to bless me to win. My heart and my soul all belong to you." Kalad muttered silently, and he raised the divine sword "Durandale" in his hand and prepared to fight.
Whenever he clenched the sword in his hand, Kalad always felt that Jules did not seem to have left, and that the amiable Holy Grail Knight Commander was fighting with him. The bond of inheritance was established between chivalry, and every time
When a powerful enemy fell in front of him, he always felt that he was one step closer to the Holy Grail.
The injured wyvern roared angrily. It slammed into the dragon carriage, opened its mouth wide, and rushed toward him.
Kalad quickly slid sideways. The expedition knight's body was filled with infinite power. In his long fighting career, Kalad had mastered all the martial arts in his body. He had never felt that his body was so powerful.
Not feeling that his power was so powerful, the wyvern's bloody mouth and forked tongue only bit the air. The muscles in Kalad's arms tightened, and Durandal drew a circle in the air, and then stabbed both hands.
The wyvern's neck stretched out.
Try this, beast, Kalad said silently in his heart. The recoil brought by the blade almost made him fly out, but he still stabilized his body, and the blade penetrated deeply into the wyvern's body.
The neck, however, the tight muscles, extruded scales and solid bones prevented the flying dragon from being decapitated by this sword. On the contrary, Kalad did not try to continue the attack. He immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and raised it into the air.
"Dang~" The poisonous sting on the tail of the flying dragon was blocked by this sword block. Kalad cautiously released his fury. He swung a sword and cut off the poisonous sting at the root. The flying dragon
The pained expression made Kalad feel deeply happy. He suddenly regretted why he failed to behead the flying dragon just now. He missed such a great opportunity and his battle was forced to be extended.
The battle with the beast is not training, and the flying dragon is not a wooden stake. The beast endured the pain and used its sharp horns to push against Kalad's chest. The well-made plate armor made a twisted sound.
, Kalad felt the chest
With a dull pain in his chest, he swung his sword to fight back. The sharp blade brushed the sharp corner of the wyvern, causing sparks to fly. Faced with another fierce attack from the wyvern, Kalad had no choice but to retract his sword to block it, and his body flew backwards.
, fell on the land four or five meters away.
With heart-wrenching pain in his internal organs, Calard felt that he should still be able to get up, and he did. Fortunately, the wyvern was attacked from the side after repelling him. Sir Bertrand had the power of sparks.
The bow and arrow attacked the monster despicably: "Sir Kalad, do you need help?"
"..." Kalad clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, thinking about what made him fall from an advantage to a disadvantage? Arrogance? Underestimation of the enemy? Or arrogance?
This is indeed another test given to me by the lady. Either I die or this monster dies, Calard thought. He refused Bertrand's support and had to face this bipedal dragon alone.
Kalad raised his sword again and flew forward. Now, the bipedal dragon was seriously injured and the monster that had lost too much blood was forced to realize that it had to use all its strength to escape, but Kalad would not give it this chance: "For
Miss!"
Durandal stabbed into the neck of the two-legged dragon again, and the blood spurted out soaked the blade of the sword, and also dyed Kalad's robe and the nearby snow red. In the severe pain, both feet
Feilong twisted his body wildly,
This caused Kalad to almost be thrown away. The expedition knight stubbornly controlled his body. He drew out his sword and stabbed the flying dragon's bloody mouth fiercely: "In the name of a lady!
I sentence you to death, monster!"
The sound of the sword tearing flesh and blood came one after another. The wyvern tried to flap its wings while screaming, but Kalad did not intend to give his enemy any more chances. He held the sharp horn of the wyvern with one hand.
, the other hand pushed the sword blade forcefully into the monster's head.
"Woo~oooo~" As the sword blade penetrated deeper, the monster gradually became motionless. Its body stiffened for a while and finally stopped moving completely.
"Ah~for dy~" Kalad's body was already damaged in many places at this time. He let out a sigh of relief and chopped off the head of the flying dragon with a sword. Then the expedition knight knelt down devoutly, and he performed the blow on the head.
He prayed and thanked his lady for giving him victory.
The expedition knight's prayers were not in vain. In the fog and the light belonging to the lake god, a beautiful figure loomed in the thick fog. She smiled back at Kalad, and then disappeared, becoming invisible.
Seeing the fleeting figure of the fairy in the lake, the serfs all knelt down.
Kalad felt an indescribable sense of relief welling up in his heart. The Fairy of the Lake blessed his battle, which made him stronger.
"Are all the Holy Grail knights in this country trained like this?" From a distance, Belega muttered to himself: "Oh my God, this is not easy. How many people will die like this?"
"But I am very envious...I am not even qualified to conduct an expedition." Sir Bertrand touched his beard, and then shouted: "Sir Callard, do you need to rest?"
"No need, this is just an episode during the journey. You go and clean up the battlefield." Kalad shook his head indifferently. This was just a tithe he dedicated to the fairy in the lake during his journey.
The soldiers immediately surrounded the wyvern, especially Bertrand. He pulled out his sharp knife and gouged out the wyvern's heart. Jazz wanted to use the wyvern's heart to make new black arrows.
After cleaning the battlefield, the army continued to advance.
One day later, this army joined a group of knights errant sent by Duke Hagen of Gisoleaux. The leader of this group of knights errant was a knight of the kingdom, his name was Sir Coulson: "It is an honor to be with you here.
Meet here, King Belegar, Lord Calard, and Ser Bertrand."
"With all due respect to you, Ser Coulson, where is the stronghold of the rebellion?" Belegar said loudly: "I want to solve the problem quickly and then start building the trading post."
"As you wish, I will take you there."
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On the mountain road, the serf army crowded together and advanced slowly. Captain Raymond held his halberd tightly with both hands. He exhaled air-conditioning: "Damn it, I miss my mother's stew. Winter Veil Festival
Going out to fight is not a good idea."
"But you are the count's soldier. Since the count has the order, we must go out." Bertrand was walking not far from him, and the newly promoted knight looked quite proud: "At least, the count has distributed it to us.
Full rations and full military pay, right?"
"Well, I really didn't expect that I... could actually get to this point. I thought that the count just needed a Raymond to help him farm and work, but I... turned into a halberdier named Raymond.
Now to the current captain Raymond, I will always be grateful to Earl for showing me
promotion, forever." Raymond was wearing a beautiful breastplate, then tight pants and a round hat with three helmet feathers. The captain whispered: "You say, Sir Bertrand, I want to
What will they do if I send my brother Thomas to be an apprentice to the dwarves?"
"Your brother?" There were five new black arrows in the silver-lined quiver behind Bertrand.
"Well, I have an old mother and a younger brother. My mother is doing needlework for some knight masters in the city, and she can earn more than ten silver coins a month. My brother is now an apprentice to a carpenter in the city, but
I heard that the level of carpenters there is limited." Raymond hesitated to speak.
"I think it's okay. Compared to dwarves, the level of human craftsmen is indeed much worse." Bertrand suddenly sighed softly: "When I have a child in the future, I must let him go to school. I support you, Lei.
Meng boy."
"Okay, then I'll talk to Mr. Hux when I get back... I should call Baron now. I'll tell him when I get back!" Raymond was very excited when he saw that he had received Bertrand's support: "Thank you.
Suggestion, Sir Bertrand."
"Don't be too happy too early, boy Raymond, think about the things in front of you first!" Bertrand suddenly smiled: "Everything you have gained through heroic fighting, you must show your worth.
Now our dwarf allies are nearby, if you can make them feel happy, there may be better opportunities waiting for your brother."
"Oh! Good!"
On the Gray Mountains, the rebel serfs' cottages were built on distant mountains. These cottages were built on the mountains. Most of them were built using very simple wood materials and stone materials. The rebel serfs used short bows, slings, and many traps for protection.
If this were in the empire, they would have been pacified by the empire's standing army or even conscription troops.
However, in Britannia, the knights really have no way to deal with these fortresses. The trebuchets cannot be transported here. The number of people is too small and it is impossible to capture these fortresses. The number of people is too large and the gain is not worth the loss. Duke Hagen needs these.
The army helped him maintain law and order.
"In the name of the Duke, the rebellious serfs should immediately come out and surrender to the noble Duke of Gisoleaux, the most orthodox heir of Beren, the first twelve Holy Grail Knights!" Sir Coulson shouted towards the mountain stronghold.
The rebellious serfs on the mountain stronghold were dressed in rags, and they responded with sparse arrows to Sir Coulson's persuasion to surrender.
"It seems that the negotiation failed." Kalad frowned.
"No, the negotiation is still going on. What I mean is that we should negotiate in a different way." Belega stood on his ancestral oath stone: "Human friends, there are many ways to negotiate, and there is obviously something wrong with your way of negotiation.
.”
Just behind him, a dwarf heavy cannon had been loaded. The dwarf engineer pointed his thumb at the location of the stronghold: "The elevation angle is increased by 5°13'!"
“5°13′!”
"fire!"
"Boom!" Amidst the roar of the cannon's muzzle, flames flew out and the cannonballs landed on the tower of the cottage. The earth and wood were splashed, and the entire tower and the seven or eight rebel serfs standing on it were all broken into pieces.
"Very well, now is the time for negotiation. Sir Coulson, please continue to speak."
"In the name of Duke Hagen, the rebellious serfs should immediately come out and surrender to the noble Duke of Gisoleaux, the most orthodox heir of the first twelve Holy Grail Knights Beren!"