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In the center of the battlefield, a championship showdown begins.
The championship showdown between Kalad and Ulfric is truly a match between a good opponent and a good talent. Both men are unparalleled warriors in their respective civilizations. Kalad's legend has gone through many years and continues to be carried forward. Apart from Ryan, he is
The Holy Grail Knight who has completed the Holy Grail Trial the fastest in recent years. After returning from the trial, this Holy Grail Knight who suffered a lot and lost all his relatives proved his loyalty to the goddess and turned the tide in many battles.
During the Eight Peaks Expedition, Kalad completed his endless glorious feats. He successively killed the Ghost King Strig and the lieutenants of Queen Neferata of Lahmia, as well as a large group of green-skinned warlords, making his name famous in the old world.
Similarly, Ulfric is also a brave man from Norsca. He has rarely lost in dozens of duels. The dozen skulls and even two skeletons hanging on his body all illustrate the power of this chosen one of the Four Gods of Chaos.
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Out of respect, Ulfric took the initiative to challenge Kalad for a duel, and out of honor and belief, Kalad could not refuse this request. Historically, wars between Brittania and the Norscans often ended in
They all end with a championship showdown.
Ulfric's speed is extremely fast. The wanderer blessed by the four gods of chaos is like a giant wolf from the ice field, exuding bloodthirsty killing intent. The only thing he sees is his figure like a phantom.
Normally, only the remnants of the brown fur on his body could be seen, hitting the gap between Kalad's shoulder armor like rolling clouds. The bite of frost drew an icy trail, kicking up a cloud of dust on the battlefield.
Kalad moved his steps coldly, and the three dwarf enchanted runes on his full-body plate armor of dwarf finely crafted vibranium Grimnir runes shone brightly, flashing with a light that made Ulfric feel fearful.
Bite the cold one
The frost was easily offset by the rune plate armor. The cursed power from Chaos and the Norscan Icefield could not penetrate this epic rune master's pinnacle work. On the contrary, the golden flames on the divine sword Durandal were overwhelming.
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Frost Bite and Durandal collided. The burst of power from the two forces caused both sides to take a step back. Golden flame ripples erupted from Durandal's sword. Cold air shot out from the Frost Bite, and the two divine weapons
Weapons collide head-on.
"You are destined to fail, King of Knights! Your head will become my lord's flagon and be enshrined on my altar in Norsca." Ulfric kept chattering in his mouth while attacking fiercely. His attack power
The attack was heavy and all aimed at Kalad's neck.
Kalad did not understand Ulfric's Norscan language, which is a variant of Imperial Low Gothic plus Norscan localization. If people who are not familiar with the Norscan language do not listen carefully and do not understand, Saint
The Holy Grail of the Territory didn't say much. He swung the sword in his hand flexibly, charged forward at close range, spun around on one foot, and slashed up and down. Durandale separated the blade of Frost Bite and suddenly attacked Ulfrey.
Gram's abdomen.
Ulfric quickly sheathed his sword to block, and the Wanderer fiercely blocked the attack. Frost Bite and Durandal erupted with sparks. The Wanderer felt the terrifying power from Kalad's blade.
Being beaten back again and again, with swords constantly clashing, Kalad launched a swift and fierce attack in an attempt to carve a gap in Ulfric's defense.
And Ulfric knew that he couldn't give Kalad a chance. He knew what kind of armor Kalad was wearing. This kind of dwarf vibranium, Grimnir rune full-body plate armor, if it didn't hit the vital point, his own
Even if the frost bite hits the armor, it will only leave a mark at most.
So Ulfric knew he had to be extra careful, or his legend would come to an end in Britannia.
Kalad's fierce attack was like a never-ending storm on the Chaos Sea. Ulfric resisted with all his strength and turned into a rock on the shore. He raised the skull shield in his other hand. His defense was dense and cautious.
And full of power, he was like the ten thousand-year cold wind of Norscan, blocking Kalad's series of fierce attacks.
Durandal's sword cut off the bones blessed by Chaos and the marks of the evil gods on the huge skull shield. The sacred power of the fairy in the lake drove away the corruption from Chaos. Ulfric looked at the surface of his shield with heartache.
Broken, the wanderer mocked: "You had the opportunity to be guided by the true god, but you dedicated your loyalty to the false god."
"Too slow!" Kalad said coldly, and the anger from the lake god fell quickly with the impact of the blade and the thunder that broke through the sky. Durandal's blade hit the middle of the skull shield, and there was a sound.
There were bursts of cracking sounds, the ground under Ulfric's feet shattered, and the figure of the wanderer dwarfed.
"You are very powerful, King of Knights. If it were another Norscan champion, I guess this one would be taken away, right?" Ulfric waved his shield and bounced Kalad away, and he continued to roar:
"Your father is really capable, Ryan! Your father has a chance of both male and female children dying, so why don't you insist on giving birth to a cub like you?"
"..." Kalad's attack collided with Ulfric with unparalleled force. He paused slightly, and a series of fierce attacks followed Ulfric. Durandal followed Ulfric.
Gram's shoulder armor grazed along, cutting off half of the wanderer's shoulder armor, and at the same time chopped the entire skeleton hanging on his body into pieces.
This blow shook Ulfric, and the wanderer unleashed his anger. He took advantage of Kalad's sword edge being hindered, strode closer, stood firm, and struck hard, causing the two weapons to collide.
There were no shadows visible at all, only sparks were rising in the air. In the fierce battle, the two unparalleled warriors of all races were like messengers of the supreme gods. This made other troops on the entire battlefield feel that they might be
He mistakenly entered the battlefield of the game between the gods.
And just when Kalad and Ulfric were fighting in darkness, the situation on the entire battlefield was changing rapidly.
When the Norse army landed on the beach, it was difficult to gain an advantage when facing the Brittanian army. They were indeed fearless and dared to launch a fearless charge, but the Bretons were tenacious and disciplined this time.
The strictness far exceeded the expectations of the Norscans. During the line shooting, the barbarians suffered terrible casualties. In the close combat, the barbarian raiders did not take advantage. At the beginning, the two sides fought back and forth.
, evenly matched.
But as the Brittanian artillery entered the battlefield, the situation changed very quickly.
"Ready! Fire!" Thomas, the Musilon engineer, signaled the artillerymen to load ammunition. The Yaori rocket launcher and Musilon cannon fired dozens of terrifying rockets, roaring shells, and heroic fireworks toward the barbarians in the distance.
On top of the performance, hundreds of barbarians
They were bombarded into pieces, with stumps and broken arms flying all over the sky. Strong artillery shells continued to hammer the enemy's lines. Each bombardment was like a cold iron plow plowing out ravines of flesh and blood in the closely arranged enemy regiments.
, and then exploded, taking away the lives of several barbarians.
The power of the second round of shelling was more than double that of the first round, because after the first round of firing attempts, Musilon engineers who graduated from the Noor Gunnery Academy calculated the ballistics at an extremely fast speed and measured
Having determined the optimal distance, the artillerymen took the time to change the angle.
The barbarians were bombarded by heavy artillery, coupled with the fact that they were unable to defeat several waves in a row, and without Ulfric's command, there were signs of wavering on the beach covered with gunpowder smoke and flames of war.
What? You ask, where are the monster warbands of the Norscans, the mammoth war elephants, those Norscan ice trolls, the elite who can overturn the infantry line in a few blows?
There are dozens of rows of dragon boats lined up just outside the dock! These monster war gangs and mammoth war elephants are crowded at the end of the dragon boat fleet, but they can't find a chance to dock!
Ulfric's dragon ship fleet is now like a crowded nest of ants, all crowded in the narrow sea area outside Chantilon's dock. The dragon ships in front are anchored ashore, and those with light equipment are only
A swarm of Norscans armed with melee weapons
The people rushed out from the dragon boat, hacking and killing, and looting when they saw no one could be killed. Although the town of Chantillon was emptied once after receiving the warning, there are still some people in the town who cannot be moved and who are incompetent.
Everything moved is treasure to the Norscans.
The dragon ships in front did not move away, and the looters were still loading things inside. The dragon ships in the back were crowded together and could not dock. The entire dragon ship fleet was left with a dozen barbarian war groups and a large group of monster troops at the back.
Even Ejik, the chosen god of Tzeentch and the Keeper of the Labyrinth, were all blocked in the back and could not join the battlefield for the time being.
As for why Ulfric didn't take command, this guy was dueling with the champion of Kalad, and the fight was in darkness!
In this way, the barbarians clearly outnumbered the Brittanians, but they were pushed back continuously with the support of elite infantry regiments and artillery bombardments. Under the command of the Marquis of Turas, the soldiers advanced steadily and passed through
The dwarves were suppressing volleys of hand-held crossbows, longbows and muskets, and with the support of artillery fire, the Norscans were gradually retreating. Even the bravest followers of Khorne didn't know what to do. They charged and couldn't get down. They stayed where they were.
If you stay there, you can only wait to be defeated.
It seemed that the Bretons had taken the initiative in this war.
But things were not that easy, because at this time, the God of Tzeentch, Ejik-Maze Guard, finally led the "Beasts of the Tribe" champion warriors to finally board the dock after all the hard work, and whether it was Marquis Turas
Still Beria and others, they all focused too much on commanding the infantry regiment. At this time, the knights errant on the right wing were already impatient.
"Knights, it's time to make contributions!" As the barbarians gradually retreated, the more than two thousand knights errant and knights' retinues on the right wing were already filled with passion and impulse. Their lances were ready, and they saw Nuo
The Ska army has begun to collapse. How can these knights errant endure the army?
The merit and glory were actually taken away by those walking mud-legged people, with the calls of several young knights errant: "The time has come to charge, my compatriots, my brothers, for the lady and the king, for the Breeze
Tania, let us drive these sinful and dirty Yankees out of the land the lady gave us!"
"Forward!" Immediately, most of the knights burst out with enthusiastic roars, and they began to move forward.
"We haven't received the order to charge yet!" At this time, only a handful of clear-minded knights errant shouted, but their voices were soon drowned in the horns of the charge. The majority of people coerced a few people and launched the attack.
Charge, and those few sober knights errant are not willing to lag behind.
"For the lady! For Brittany!"
The mighty knights errant formed more than a dozen sharp arrows, rolling towards the barbarians and rushing into the center of the storm.
On the other side, Turas and Beria were stunned by this scene. General Meretskov even screamed: "No, you can't do this. This is wrong. Stop them quickly. Commander of the Beria Army, Turas
Your Excellency, stop them quickly!"
"No! How can the knights charge without the assistance of infantry?!" Marquis Tulas shouted in surprise, and he immediately signaled his attendants to blow the retreat horn.
It's useless, the knights errant can no longer hear it, they only see the Norscans and the coveted achievements at this time.
The Chosen God of Tzeentch, Ejik, the Maze Guard, was chanting magical spells and preparing to summon Chaos Demons to assist in the battle. However, he soon discovered a large formation of lances rushing from the left, and the clanking sound of more than two thousand knights errant charging.
The momentum of the galloping horses made the Chosen One of Tzeentch exclaim. He likes changes, especially on the battlefield.
"Everything is in my plan!" Ajik screamed: "Eagle!"
The Norscan barbarian raiders quickly obeyed the order and formed several neat rows of defense lines.
"Bully!" One after another, large boxes and bundles of spears made from trees were transported from the dragon hammer. There were thousands of them at a glance!
"Cunning!" The spear was sent to the front line of the team.
And the knights came rolling in carrying immense power and dust all over the sky.
The next second, God Tzeentch chose a large-scale group reinforcement spell to bless the entire battlefield, and then Ajik-Maze Warden immediately ordered: "False!!!"
"Ahhhh!" The Norscans instantly put down their shields and battle axes. They grabbed spears from the ground. The entire battlefield instantly formed a row of extremely spectacular spear arrays. This spear array
They are as dense as hedgehogs, and each spear is reinforced by the magic of Tzeentch's Chosen, making it extremely hard!
This is the secret weapon that the Norscans prepared in advance to deal with the Brittanian knights! Three thousand spears with a length of more than two and a half meters!
The charge wave of the knights errant stopped instantly. The long spears pierced the belly of the war horse, the neck of the war horse, and the gaps in the knights' armor. In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the neighing of war horses.
The screams of the knights errant!
Almost all the knights errant in the first row fell off their horses on the spot, and many were stabbed to death on the spot. Even if the remaining knights errant were not injured, they were still dizzy after falling off their horses in full armor. How could the cruel Norscans
Will let this opportunity go, a Norscan warrior hit a knight errant with an ax on the kite helmet on his head, and a large stream of mixed mixture spurted out from under the helmet of the knight errant like a fried chicken steak.
The blood in the brain caused him to die instantly.
Most of the knights errant in the second row were also dismounted on the spot, and then the third row, and the fourth row. Not only did this charge have no results, but it resulted in a terrible massacre. The barbarians gathered from all directions and used
The axes and spears had tasted the flesh and blood of the knights errant, and more than a dozen lance formations were all trapped in the spear formations.
Some wanted to retreat, and those behind wanted to advance. Just a few minutes later, the knights errant who were originally high-spirited and passionate were stabbed into honeycombs, and the cavalry who fell off their horses and the infantry who fell were trampled into pulp by their companions.
The Norscans rushed in brutally to finish off the attack, and more than four hundred knights errant and knights' retinue were turned into axe-dead souls with just one charge.
Some knights errant drew their knight swords and fought back, achieving some casualties. However, the Norscan barbarians were best at chaotic fighting, and the small amount of resistance was quickly defeated.
Under the heavy casualties, the bloody courage of the knights errant disappeared instantly. These people shouted "Our army is defeated", "The blessing of the lady has been lost", "Save me, my lady" and collapsed into dozens of rout.
The soldiers fled towards the battlefield.
"A knight who has never experienced a failed charge is not a good knight." Facing the disastrous defeat of the knights errant, Marquis Tulas could only say painfully: "This may be a good way to let them grow, but the price is a bit high...
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"Very good, it's our turn next!" Marquis Turas glanced at Kalad and Ulfric, who were in the championship duel, and gave the second order.
The Brittanians did not restrain the charge of the knights very well, but the Norscans also faced this problem.
A great spell covering the battlefield caused Tzeentch Chosen Ejik - the Maze Warden to feel extremely tired. The wind of chaos in his body had become chaotic. Tzeentch Chosen had to stop and rest temporarily, and just when he was about to take a rest.
At the same time, the large groups of Norscan Marauder Riders can't wait to dedicate victory and glory to the Four Gods of Chaos!
Since ancient times, how to transport war horses across long distances has always been a difficult problem. Only these barbarian riders who have been blessed by the evil god don't have to think about this. They can't wait to have a big fight!
Without any thought, more than thirty groups of predator hunters and riders, led by about five hundred elite Norscan predator riders, launched a countercharge towards the Brittanians!