The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 225 Plagg remains standing!

"Sigurd...it's been a long time no see."

Looking at Sigurd standing alone in the chaotic wasteland, Peter touched the pistol on his waist, his eyes filled with hatred and anger.

Sigurd, he has admired this name for a long time.

As early as more than ten years ago, the Erengrad area had been frequently attacked by the Norscans. One of the most famous tribal chiefs was Sigurd!

The Orthodox Patriarch at that time was very angry and personally led the shooting army and a large number of elite troops to join the Norscan territory, vowing to destroy Sigurd's tribe.

However, after waiting for more than half a year, people still had no news about the Patriarch, but Sigurd's tribe seemed to have disappeared.

Everyone thought that the Patriarch's troops had died together with Sigurd's tribe, and the sad people built a statue for the Patriarch to commemorate his contribution.

However, just a few years ago, Sigurd's troops came back again and began to rob Mrs. Kislev even more brazenly.

The new Patriarch thought that Sigurd had a lucky escape in the battle with the previous Patriarch, so he sent an army to attack Sigurd, preparing to destroy Sigurd in one fell swoop.

However, no one expected that Sigurd, who disappeared that year, not only was not defeated, but took the defeated and surrendered Patriarch deep into the Chaos Wasteland, and sacrificed himself and the Patriarch to Khorne!

Upgraded to become the Champion of Khorne, he summoned a huge Chaos army and easily destroyed the unsuspecting Kislev army.

Since then, this guy has been leading his Chaos Warband to wander between Kislev and the Chaos Wasteland, just like a leech lying on the body of the motherland sucking blood.

And now, this guy actually dares to bring his lowly Norscan compatriots back and try to destroy Kislev. It is simply a wishful thinking!

Looking at the minotaur that was about to collide with the city gate, noble Boye took out his pistol and waved the saber in his hand to give orders.

Perhaps in his eyes, compared to the Minotaur whose mind is only filled with greed and hunger and blood lust, the human who burst out with supreme courage at this moment is more worthy of his blessing!

Gunshots like pouring beans came from the city wall, and round projectiles were shot at the scarlet behemoths not far away at a speed that was undetectable to the naked eye.

What's even more frightening is that before the shooting army started loading ammunition, the projectiles stuck between the muscles were squeezed out, and the wounds began to slowly heal!

The great Blood God advocates primitive and bloody melee combat, while extremely discriminating against long-range weapons and magic. This also leads to almost all Khorne believers possessing powerful armor and muscles.

Blood dyed his armor red, and the corpses of three minotaurs had fallen beside him, almost all of them with fatal wounds that pierced the heart.

Even he didn't know where he got his strength from, as if there was a force that always supported him in fighting.

Noble Boye waved the saber in his hand crazily. He didn't know why his saber could easily cut through the Minotaur's skin, but he still fought bravely on the front line.

Moo!

At such a close distance, even the Minotaur's tough body could not withstand the hail of bullets, not to mention the cannon shooting from above, which could easily penetrate their twisted heads.

Looking at the city gate that was about to be broken, the Cossacks raised their spears one after another, looked at these monsters with firm eyes, and roared with all their strength:

"My blood will irrigate the earth of my motherland, but in this blood-red soil, the most colorful flowers will bloom!"

However, at this time, the eyes of the Cossacks were all shining with the light that symbolized human courage. Before the Minotaur could charge, these heroic Cossack warriors took the lead in launching the attack!

Countless sharp spears stabbed at the Minotaur's tough skin, but their weapons easily tore open their skin as if with divine help.

No, no, no, that's just drinking the magma that symbolizes the blood god's belief (dog head).

Don’t forget, although Khorne is the God of Blood and War, he is also the [God of Courage and Loyalty].

What?

Do you think the flames spouting from the mouth of the bloodthirsty maniac are magic?

Through the damaged wooden door, the Cossack warriors could already see the ferocious faces of the Minotaurs, as well as their scarlet eyes like the gods of death.

Since the city gate is located in a concave shape inside the city wall, the artillery on both sides can easily shoot the Minotaur at the city gate.

They are already prepared to delay desperately and must allow the long-range troops that can play a decisive role to safely withdraw to the rear!

Moo!

As if sensing the human aura behind the door, the minotaurs at the city gate raised their giant axes one after another, howling and slashing at the crumbling wooden door in front of them.

"shooting!"

In his eyes, these shockingly destructive Minotaurs were just tools for him to deal with the gates of Kislev, nothing more.

"Don't be too happy too early. There are at least a few hundred Minotaurs charging towards you. The shooters and gunners all retreat back, and the others cover with all their strength! In the name of blood, for the motherland!"

Seeing these giant beasts with astonishing speed, the shooting troops on the castle turned their guns and aimed at the huge Minotaurs.

"Damn it, tell the soldiers at the second transfer station to prepare to defend against the Minotaur, and tell the artillery to launch!"

"Blood... no, for the motherland! For the Ice and Snow Royal Court!"

"Plagg stands!"

————Karlsbridge

"Kill them all and never let them enter the castle!"

Since the heavy artillery and shooting troops needed time to retreat, the Boye nobles directly led hundreds of Cossars holding spears to the city gate and waited for the arrival of the Minotaurs.

The blessing of Khorne does give them unimaginable long-range resistance and magic resistance, but the melee attack full of hymns of courage is enough to penetrate this layer of Khorne's blessing.

In the wasteland in the distance, dozens of Khorne Minotaurs with purple-red skin and ferocious faces were staring at the city gate in the distance with their eyes glowing red.

The garrisoned noble's face gradually became ugly. He originally thought that Sigurd would let the Norscan soldiers attack the city, so he changed his equipment to scattering projectiles. Unexpectedly, the other party actually let the Minotaur attack the city.

Bang bang bang——

I don’t know if the Blood God is really paying attention to this war. The eye circles of some Cossars who successfully killed the Minotaur by relying on luck and their own strength gradually turned red, and they fought against Chaos more bravely and fearlessly.

Several huge Minotaur bodies fell to the ground, which made some Cossack soldiers smile, but the faces of the Boye nobles became stiff.

For a time, at this narrow city gate, hundreds of brave Cossack warriors miraculously resisted the Minotaur's offensive.

…

Since the whole of Kislev was busy dealing with the sudden impact of the green-skinned waagh, this guy escaped unscathed.

Looking at the Khorne army all over the mountains and plains in the distance, the Boye nobles stationed there couldn't help but lick their dry lips, then raised their pistols and shouted:

"Pull the artillery closer and fire again. All the heavily armored Cossas will enter the city gate, and the light armored Cossas will be ready!"

boom!

The door shattered with a sound, and the Minotaurs, who were already hungry and thirsty, howled and rushed towards the Cossack phalanx in front of them. The giant axes in their hands shone with a strange green light under the green light of the evil moon.

Looking at the few long-range troops in the outpost that could cause harm to the demons, noble Boye gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Remember, your mission is to destroy the city gate. The great Blood God is watching this battle. You beasts must not destroy the great Blood God's plan!"

However, I don't know whether their courage was appreciated by the bear god, or whether it was the human god of war, Ulric, who was witnessing this war, and every young man no longer had fear in his heart.

Moo!

The Minotaurs, stimulated by the singing, became even more frantic and attacked the wooden door in front of them, eager to tear the humans behind the door into pieces and drink their flesh and blood.

Compared to Plagg's Rune Wall, the gates of these three outposts are all made of iron-clad logs and do not have any magical protection.

The originally frightened Cossack warriors heard the song of the Boye nobles and roared out the familiar song "Motherland is Calling":

"The Bear God is with us, and Ulric's wrath burns against our enemies..."

Unfortunately, as the number of cuts on his body increased, his eyes gradually began to grow heavier, and even the hand wielding the saber became a little weak.

Looking at the timid soldiers around him, noble Boye waved the long knife in his hand and sang in a passionate tone:

boom!

The gunners who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly aimed their guns at the Minotaur that collided with the city gate, and at the same time lit the fuses with the torches in their hands.

Sigurd, who was sitting on the steel bull of Khorne, looked at these minotaurs with disdain. He always held a contemptuous attitude towards these variants of beastmen.

In the first outpost castle located at the forefront, more than a dozen cannons loaded with shotgun shells were pushed into the muzzle, and the Cossack warriors also strung their bows and prepared for battle.

"For Motherland!"

"For Motherland! Ula!"

The four cannons aimed at the city gate opened fire at the same time, and hundreds of projectiles instantly turned into lead rain, shooting towards the Minotaur.

They can feel the fear of humans behind the city gate, which makes them thirst for human blood even more!

Just the impact of a Minotaur had left deep cracks on the city gate, and such a war of attrition was obviously not something the Prague defenders could afford.

But the Minotaurs, who were eager for blood, didn't notice this, and even if they knew it, they didn't care, because they had already rushed forward with howls!

Moo!

"Minotaur! Shooting army, hurry up and aim!"

At the same time, other Cossats also began to bend their bows and shoot arrows, shooting barbed arrows at these huge moving targets.

Roar!

The projectiles and arrows were deeply embedded in the Minotaur's body, but the strong body given to them by Khorne meant that these muskets and arrows only left some bloody holes in their bodies.

"We are the strong shields guarding the Ice and Snow Palace, and the sharp blades in the hands of the motherland. I dedicate our lives and glory to the motherland in exchange for the blood of the enemy..."

After all, he is just a mortal body. No matter how hard he fights for injuries or how brave he fights, he cannot change his essence as a human being.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with clarity, and when he looked at the Minotaur in front of him that rushed forward again, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Yes... I am human..."

Looking at the few Cossack warriors left around him, the Boye noble dropped the long knife in his hand, picked up a spear, and shouted with his last strength while charging:

"Plagg stands!"

(End of chapter)