Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 39 Thirty-nine · Faith Bonus

  Everyone stared at the arrogant guy, and for a while, the needles could be heard in the account.

  The white wolf knight Claire's face was cold and hard, he strode over, and knocked Ser Duran to the ground with a swift punch.

  Claire Anluo has elite-level strength first, and a blow of anger is enough to smash his jawbone, the cheek of the latter is swollen to the naked eye, and slender blood flows from the corner of his mouth.

   "Presumptuous!" Baron Yorn reacted first, pointing to Sir Duran's nose and scolding angrily: "Dulan Caton! Dare to slander the noble White Wolf Knight, you don't want the title anymore, do you?"

   "Get out of the big tent for me!"

  Sir Duran quickly got up from the ground, trying to rush up to have a duel with Creel.

"My baron!"

Baron    said without doubt: "I say it again! Get out!"

   The baron's orders are absolute, and Ser Duran, as a nobleman of the Baron of Yorn, dare not disobey.

".Yes!"

   A trace of wickedness flashed in his eyes, he turned around and pulled open the curtain door, and left the tent in dismay.

   "Baron Jon, your subordinates don't seem to respect my lord's knights so much!?"

  Clear's wolf eyes were fixed on the baron in the first seat.

  Yug Yone came forward to mediate: "Sir Duran is my vassal, I apologize to Lord Krill for his arrogance!"

   "And I advise the adults, the Norsca army is just a few miles away, and it is very unwise to start a conflict at this time. I hope you can forgive Duran Caton! Work together and make a concerted effort to the outside world!"

   The white wolf knight snorted coldly, and repeatedly said, "Okay! Okay! Okay!", and then left the tent without looking back.

  The representatives of the earl have all left, and the knights of the Draven side have no reason to stay, and they also retire.

   This little episode made the relationship between the two sides more delicate, and the entire pre-military meeting broke up without joy.

  No one noticed that an uninvited guest was watching the entire meeting. A few black crows who settled on the roof of the big tent fluttered their wings and flew towards the northern forest.

   When Krill and Laylen returned to the camp of the Draven army together, the Oak Village Lord sighed: "Your Excellency Krill, you knocked out our dominance with this punch."

   "What dominance? That **** Duran Caton dares to insult the White Wolf Knight! If it weren't for the war, he would have been imprisoned in the dungeon of Urick's Temple by me by now!"

The two entered the tent one after the other, and Krill held back his anger and worried that no one could vent: "What is the attitude of Baron Jorn towards us? He can't even respect the friendly army! His mighty son Yogg ·Joen is even more hateful! What is the main army and auxiliary army? Before we came, we sent three letters a day for help before the war, but now that we are here, it is a burden!"

   "Kriel, let me ask you, how many villages and towns did the Norsca loot along the way? Just the loot hoarded in the stronghold is an astronomical sum."

Laylen said in a mocking tone, "How many people are there in the Norsca army? More than 40 people were dispatched to harass them today, and very few of them escaped. A battle that only one army can take, especially Why does Sir Greg give us a share of the spoils?"

   "You mean. They want to take the war for themselves?"

  Lyren nodded, he wanted to understand what Baron Yorn had done from the very beginning of the meeting.

  Yug Yorn noticed the inferiority of the Norsca people. In terms of strategic arrangement, he naturally moved the Draven army away from the battlefield. As for Sir Duran's untimely arrogance, I am afraid that it was also arranged by Baron Yorn.

  My vassal said something undisguised, and you beat him up, which damaged the relationship between the two sides. Of course, the one who hit the person was more responsible.

  Under the eyes of the public, the right to speak fell on the side of Yoen, to be precise, in the hands of Yogg Jon.

   "These can all be seen from Sir Yogg's arrangements for the auxiliaries."

Lailun pointed to the sheepskin map on the table and explained: "The auxiliaries' marching tactics are detours. They will bypass a large forest in the north. The distance is long and the march is slow. Even if we rush to the predetermined position, we will only encounter defeated ones. Norsca remnants."

   "There are a lot of Beastmen warbands on this road, and the road is also rough and difficult to travel, and it is difficult to transport luggage, not to mention fighting."

   "Although our army is small, the number of knights exceeds 20, but the forest is not the home of knights. It is just wishful thinking to charge in uneven land and dense bushes."

  Clear frowned, and said bitterly, "Wouldn't that make them take it all away? No way! I will never agree!"

   "Actually, Sir Yogg's arrangement is also good for us."

   In Laren's thinking, the strategic phalanx was settled, and the battle would not be difficult.

   "Oh? What's the benefit?" Krill couldn't help but be curious, as the guaranteed military exploits were taken away, and the remaining small fish and shrimps could not compare to the benefits of capturing the Norsca stronghold.

   "It reduces the losses of our army. In case the main army led by Baron Jon is defeated, the auxiliary army can also provide support from the side in time." Laylen told the truth in his heart. "After all, we are fighting against the Norsca. Although Sir Yogg is overconfident, his strategic arrangement is still remarkable."

  Clear gradually calmed down, and he chose to unconditionally believe what Lelan said.

"I'm thinking that this battle may not be as simple as I imagined. As far as the current situation is concerned, 'Lone Wolf' Kordrog has not appeared." Laylen said slowly: "The rumored Beastmen War Gang, these The sky seemed to disappear out of thin air."

   "Where does this come from?" Krill asked subconsciously.

   "Maybe it's an illusion, and I don't have an accurate grasp." Laylen shook his head and raised his head to look at the Draven army station.

Several ranger knights and white wolf knights fought together. They stayed in the camp. They were really busy. They were not allowed to drink alcohol, ride horses, or destroy them. Taboos restricted them. Blend together.

   If it was the imperial provincial army, it would never be so chaotic.

   "These guys are really energetic." The Kingdom Knight couldn't help but sigh.

  Sometimes the more you know, the more painful it is. You are not as carefree as these ranger knights, you only need to care about how your day goes.

   Seeing that it was getting late, Lallen returned to the army station of Oak Village.

  Laylen went back to his private tent, put on a standard knightly uniform and a wolfskin cloak, and strolled along the York River on the side of the camp.

  The evening breeze in late autumn is so cool that no sensible guy would choose to go out of the camp at night.

  The quiet forest is mysterious and unpredictable. In the wilderness, there are only a few torches of the reindeer camp patrols. This is outside the scope of the order.

   Several fires in the camp and around the shrine were full of soldiers.

  Many soldiers were devout Uric believers or Sigma believers. After learning that they were going to fight tomorrow, they prayed to the gods of their beliefs for blessings and let them survive.

  A moment later, the system suddenly pops up a new prompt.

  [The host's piety value reaches 800 points detected]

  [Unlock: Devotion bonus (consume the host's devotion value, strengthen the army)]

  Lyren was stunned for a moment, looked up and looked around, and there was no one around.

   Then clicked on the system and was surprised by the new prompt.

  Under [Faith Bonus], there are four options:

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  [Territory bonus: +10% all production value, +20 development, +3 order, duration: 1 month; consumes 200 piety]

  [Strategic bonus: +25% strategic vision range, +25% chance of ambush, -10% chance of being ambushed, duration: 1 week; consumption: 200 piety]

[Personal bonus: 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; consumes 400 piety Credit value]

  Kingdom knights are shocked, these bonuses are too powerful!

   I thought that the piety value was useless other than to unlock the lord panel, but I didn’t expect that after accumulating a certain amount, the piety value could be converted into a part of the strength!

   After scanning from top to bottom, Laren's eyes were locked on the last item [Personal Bonus], unable to return to his senses for a long time.

   He never thought he was Sigmar's Choice. After all, all abilities were given by the system. Now that the system directly stated "You are Sigmar's Choice", Laren's heart was a little ups and downs.

   "With this, also need to worry about the Norsca army?"

   The moonlight shines on the reindeer camp at night, and it also shines on the heads of the Norskars.

  In the village of Xien in the Barondom of Yorn, there is already a scarlet purgatory. Countless captured weapons, armors, and flags have been cut off and made into the corpses of blood eagles, surrounded by the three-layer altar in the middle of the stronghold.

A **** sacrificial ceremony is going on. The Norsca champion warriors, who are more than two meters tall and wear several layers of heavy armor, are standing on the top floor of the altar. , was violently dragged to the altar by a shirtless Norsca Berserker, dismembered, and beheaded.

   Their faces had the last moments of horror on their faces.

  Nosca champion warriors will respectfully hold their heads and pile them on the skull Jingguan in the center of the altar.

   A thick blood mist lingered around this powerful Norsca warrior. In the blood mist, there seemed to be countless souls struggling in pain, tumbling inside.

   The chief of the Blood Wolf Tribe, the Norsca warlord "Lone Wolf" Kordrog opened his arms towards the sky, and the fearful screams of the southerners were the most eloquent prayers for him.

  The battle axe "Bloodsputter" lay in front of him, Kordrog will use this weapon that accompanied him to fight for many years, cut off the head of the eighty-eighth sacrifice, and win the favor of the blood god.

Eighty-four.

Eighty-five.

  Eighty-six.

  As the number of heads approached, the sound of brass friction in Kordrogg's ear became clearer, and the smell of sulfur permeated around the altar.

  More than a hundred warriors of the Blood Wolf tribe surrounded the altar. They respectfully knelt on the ground and cut their arms with brass daggers. The blood flowed along the blood sacrifice lines on the ground.

eighty seven.

Finally, "Lone Wolf" Kordrog raised the battle axe "Bloodblood" in both hands, and the last sacrifice, a captured white wolf knight was tied to the execution rack. delicious food.

   "You're lucky, knight of the Southerners." A low, roaring voice sounded. "Being able to serve as the most important sacrifice in this ceremony is your supreme honor."

   "Fuck you Yankees!"

   Even though the white wolf knight was very weak, he still squeezed out the last bit of strength and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

   "My lord Yuric's punishment is coming soon! Belief in the evil gods, you will only end up being burned at the stake!"

   "I, Benik Marty, have never been able to kill all the followers of the Heretic God in my life!"

  Noscar champion warrior said with a little respect: "You are a decent warrior, Benik Marty, I will gild your head with silver foil and hang it on my armor forever."

   "My Lord's house has opened its doors to me." These are the last words of Benik Marty.

   The cold light of the battle axe flashed, and the corpse of the owl-headed white wolf knight gradually softened.

   "Lone Wolf" Kordrog held up the head and walked slowly to the Jingguan side step by step.

   Place the head of the White Wolf Knight in the vacant position at the top.

   There seemed to be countless souls in the air shouting in unison:

eighty eight.

   The gate of **** opened, and several blood **** hounds jumped out of hell. The ferocious beast instantly knocked down several Norsca warriors, frantically biting their flesh and blood.

  Blood light caged Kordrogg's body.

The    scream was accompanied by a roar, and finally turned into a sentence:

   "Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

   Ask for tickets and collections!

   There is one more chapter in the evening

   (end of this chapter)