The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 296 Knight vs Wild Hunt

Author: Bamboo Basket Frame Water

Chapter 296 Knight vs Wild Hunt

——Northern Territory, Wolf Forest

King Robert was driving his war horse through the snow-covered woods, feeling the cold wind whistling around him and sighing:

"Seven Hells, this damn bad weather makes it impossible for me to feel my fingers. In this kind of weather, those savages still have the strength to go south. It's really a miracle."

However, it must be precisely because of this coldness that the savages had to escape across the Great Wall, right?

Maybe you can consider letting the wildlings and Westeros people live in harmony?

Just when Robert was lost in thought, a knight responsible for exploring the road ahead suddenly came to Robert on horseback, and then said with an ugly face:

"Your Majesty the King, the investigating knights have found the location of the caravan, but... the scene seems a bit bloody and disgusting. Please wait until we have dealt with it before going over."

"Hahaha, young man, I didn't see anything when I led the army to fight against the Targaryen family. Maybe you were just a squire at that time!"

After saying that, he ignored the obstruction of the young knight, laughed and rode in the direction from which he came.

After all, on the battlefield of the Usurper War, he had witnessed with his own eyes the kind of hell on earth with severed limbs and broken arms and rivers of blood, so he thought he was somewhat resistant to bloody scenes.

However, after he personally came to the scene of the caravan's massacre, Robert realized that he was still short-sighted after all:

"Seven gods above, have I witnessed the seven hells with my own eyes?"

Looking at the miserable blood-red forest in front of him, feeling the smell of blood and biting cold wind in the air, even Robert could feel the despair of these people before they died:

Countless intestines stained with ice slag were hung on the branches, and the broken limbs and broken arms were randomly thrown in the surrounding grass. There was not a single complete body in the entire forest!

"Search for me! Those roadblock knights who have committed heinous crimes should not be far away yet. I want them to experience the pain of the seven levels of hell for themselves!"

In the face of such a human tragedy, even Robert could not help but squat on the ground with a heavy heart. The anger in his eyes was enough to make all the knights around him feel scared.

Even Barristan, who came in a hurry, had never seen Robert so angry, and could only choose to stand aside and wait obediently.

"Inform me and get everyone ready to fight. These roadblock knights are no longer ordinary robbers and hooligans. We must strike hard!"

After speaking, Robert squatted directly next to a corpse, frowning and constantly looking at the poor dismembered corpse:

"It's so miserable. There were more than a dozen holes stabbed into the body with something like a spear, and there were several bite marks on the body. It seems like these bastards brought hounds with them?"

With many years of hunting experience, Robert could tell at a glance that the scratches and bite marks left on the deceased were caused by the bites of canine-type animals.

Robert was quite confident in his own judgment, but this conclusion still could not explain other problems on the corpse:

"Barlistan, if I remember correctly, it shouldn't have snowed along the way. How can there be so many snowflakes physically?"

"Your Majesty the King, although the bachelors of the city have sent out ravens to remind Westeros that winter is coming, that will only be a few years later."

Regarding the king's inquiry, Barristan couldn't help but rub his chin and recall it carefully, and then said firmly:

"Even in the northern territory, the cold winter will not really come until next year. It is impossible for a blizzard to cover the entire body immediately."

"So, did that guard boy from the North lie to me?"

After hearing Barristan's description, Robert stood up angrily. As a king, what he hated most was someone deliberately deceiving him.

Barristan remained silent. To him, the panic on the northern guard's face didn't seem fake. Is there any hidden secret in it?

Tap tap tap~

Just as the two were thinking, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves in the distance, which attracted everyone's attention, and then they saw a embarrassed Baratheon knight rushing towards them.

I saw that this knight's body was covered in blood, and the broken lance in his hand and the shield with several arrows in it told his tragic experience.

"Your Majesty the King, our advance team has collided with the knights who massacred the northern caravans. Currently, most of the patrol team has been killed!

Moreover, a mage who can release magic has appeared on the other side. For the safety of His Majesty the King, please ask the Kingsguard to take His Majesty the King away from here immediately!"

After that, the loyal Baratheon knight ignored King Robert and the Kingsguard who had not yet reacted, and directly drew his sword and shouted to the other knights around him:

"The knights of Baratheon are coming with me. We must buy time for His Majesty the King to evacuate. The fire will spread like wildfire!"

"A prairie fire of rage!"

Seeing the seriously injured knight leaving, the surrounding Baratheon knights who reacted immediately raised their lances and left the woods together, rushing toward the snowy fields with scattered snowflakes in the distance.

Although they didn't know what was going on, they still subconsciously believed in their fellow knights who got along day and night, and decided to use their lives to buy time for His Majesty the King to evacuate.

Not long after, only a few Baratheon soldiers who were responsible for protecting the king were left in the entire Wolf Forest, as well as King Robert and the Iron Guards, who were still messy in the cold wind.

The investigation team... was completely wiped out?

A mage who can release magic?

Bang bang bang~

Robert couldn't help but patted his face hard, looked at the Baratheon knights disappearing into the weapons in the distance, and asked Barristan next to him:

"Hey, Barristan, I shouldn't be drunk right now, right?"

"Probably not. After all, your wineskin was placed with Lancel Lannister, and he should be with the gold robes now."

Even Barristan looked at the faces of the surrounding Kingsguards with some uncertainty, then silently walked up to Robert and smelled it. Indeed, he did not smell any alcohol.

Could it be that... what the Baratheon knight who was about to sacrifice himself was telling the truth? Is there really a mage among the group of knights blocking the way?

Thinking of this, Barristan hurriedly fetched a war horse for King Robert, then held his sword and said seriously:

"Your Majesty the King, if that Lord Knight is not lying, then please allow us to escort you out of here now."

Looking at the war horse that Barristan had brought for him, Robert, who was still a little confused, immediately reacted, and then jumped on the war horse angrily and shouted:

"What do you mean... Barristan, do you want me to abandon the Baratheon knights who broke up my family for me? They are all members of my family!"

"Your Majesty, now is no longer the time to be impulsive. Don't let down the sacrifices of those knights!"

"Those are my comrades-in-arms. I will not just watch them fight bloody battles for me and remain indifferent!"

…

The two people who were locked in a fierce argument at this time did not notice that just where the Baratheon knights disappeared, an increasingly intense blizzard was slowly spreading around.

——Northern border, near Severn City

The once vast lakes and green grasslands have long since disappeared, replaced by a vast white world of ice and snow.

The howling cold wind is constantly rolling up snowflakes from the ground, and sharp ice spikes are rising from the ground. The strange scene is as terrifying as the arrival of a strange ghost.

However, even such a horrific scene cannot suppress mankind's praise of courage:

Nearly a hundred knights of the Baratheon family have been frozen in the snowfield, but even the ice spikes that penetrated their bodies could not shake the determination in their eyes before they died.

Behind them, more Baratheon knights wearing beige robes were raising their weapons fearlessly and rushing towards the black shadow in the center of the blizzard!

"Come on, for Baratheon, for His Majesty the King!"

"Kill this magical bastard!"

"A prairie fire of rage!"

At this time, they were like stags preparing to launch a decisive blow. They raised the lances symbolizing the horns of the stag in their hands and rushed towards the dozens of strange skeleton knights in the middle of the blizzard.

In the center of the skeleton knights, a skeleton warrior holding a white light staff was helplessly looking at these human knights who were coming one after another, and couldn't help but complain in a low voice:

"It's really troublesome. If I had known that I would encounter human nobles when they went out, I wouldn't have plundered the caravan just for the sake of verbal lust."

"That's wrong, Caranthir. If I remember correctly, you drank a whole ton of beer. Don't you think it was worth it?"

"Hmph, the wine brewed by humans is as bitter and unpleasant as juice mixed with water. I really don't know why they still enjoy it."

Facing the ridicule of his companions, Caranthir's words were full of disdain, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied with the brewing technology and primitive lifestyle of the people in the North.

After all, as a racist, he is full of prejudice against the low quality of human life, especially towards the weak.

Looking at the knights who were still waving their weapons and rushing towards him even if they lost their horses, Caranthir could only sigh:

"However, the courage of these humans is worthy of praise. If it were the world where the Ancient Blood was born, they would have fled long ago, right?"

"That's just because they haven't seen how powerful we are."

"Hahaha, I still remember that when we were flying in the air, a human noble was so scared that he peed his pants!"

Hearing Caranthir's emotion, the Wild Hunt cavalry nearby also fell into memories, obviously nostalgic for the beautiful life of bullying new humans.

It's a pity that this kind of chat didn't last long, and the person who disrupted the situation came:

"Stop it, you damn roadblock knights and despicable mages!"

The loud voice passed through the layers of snow and mist like thunder, not only causing the remaining Baratheon knights to subconsciously put away their weapons, but also the Wild Hunts to stop and look at the intruder.

Not long after, they saw a fat figure holding a war hammer, escorted by several knights in white robes, walking through the fog and appearing in front of everyone.

Seeing Robert and the Kingsguard suddenly appearing here, the Baratheon knights who had been preparing to fight the Wild Hunt to the death widened their eyes in shock, and then shouted:

"Your Majesty the King! Why haven't you left yet?"

"Come on, Your Majesty, this guy can use terrible magic, let's stop this guy!"

…

However, in the face of the knights' pleading, Robert did not respond to them immediately, but instead focused on the knights who were frozen in ice around him.

As Robert's bodyguard knights, many of these people are mostly scattered descendants of the Baratheon family, and many are even old comrades who followed him to participate in the Usurper's War!

However, now, they have been integrated into the damn ice, forever separated from him!

"Holland, Adec, Coraton, Dontos... I'm so lucky to have followed this drunkard king like me for so many years."

Seeing this scene, Robert felt as if a shackle had been opened in his body, and even the warhammer, which was usually difficult to lift, became as light as before.

Although Robert was a drunkard with a violent temper, he was definitely not a lonely tyrant!

Everyone in the world thought that Robert was a fool king who wasted a huge amount of wealth on organizing tournaments, and would even give out ten free golden dragons to every candidate who signed up for the competition.

However, who has noticed that those members who officially participated in the tournament were basically disabled veterans who had followed Robert?

Although this kind of behavior will bring a financial crisis to the country, it can actually provide real benefits to those soldiers who have fought hard for him!

Just as Robert was feeling sad about the knights trapped in the ice, the Wild Hunt in the distance also began to communicate secretly:

"Caranthir, did you hear what those human knights said? That fat pig is a human king!"

A wild hunter excitedly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the blue eyes symbolizing the elf under the mask were shining with excitement.

Looking at this suddenly excited companion, an ominous premonition suddenly flashed through Caranhir's heart, and he immediately asked:

"Hey, are you plotting something against this human king?"

"Well, that's a human king. My sword has never been watered with the blood of a human king. Don't you want to try the pleasure of regicide?"

"Hey, wait!"

Before Caranthir could react, the Wild Hunt cavalry suddenly slapped the elf horse under his crotch and rushed towards Robert.

The head of a human king, what a respectable trophy!

"Don't mess around. The ancient blood is our first target. There is no need to add additional enemies to ourselves."

Seeing this situation, Caranthil, who didn't want to cause more trouble, was about to stop him, but was unexpectedly stopped by his companion:

"Let him go, can he still be killed by a fat human king and several human slaves?"

(End of chapter)