The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 225 Prager Stands Standing!
"Sigurd... It's been a long time."

Looking at Sigurd who was independent on the chaotic wasteland, Peter touched the pistol at his waist, his eyes full of hatred and anger.

Sigurd, for this name, he has known his name for a long time.

As early as more than ten years ago, the Erengrad area had been frequently attacked by the Norscans, and one of the most famous tribal chiefs was Sigurd!
At that time, the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church was very angry, and he 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 have no news of the Patriarch, but Sigurd's tribe seems to have disappeared.

Everyone thought that the Patriarch's troops had died 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 made a comeback again and began to plunder Mrs. Kisley even more recklessly.

The new Patriarch thought that Sigurd escaped by chance in the battle with the former Patriarch, so he sent troops to attack Sigurd, preparing to destroy Sigurd in one fell swoop.

However, no one expected that Sigurd, who disappeared that year, not only did not lose the battle, but brought the defeated and surrendered Patriarch deep into the Chaos Wasteland, and sacrificed himself and the Patriarch to Khorne!
Upgraded to Champion of Khorne, he mustered a massive Chaos army, easily destroying the unsuspecting Kislev army.

After that, this guy has been leading his Chaos War Nation to wander between Kislev and the Chaos Wasteland, lying on the motherland's body like a leech to suck blood.

Since the whole of Kislev was busy dealing with the sudden onslaught of green-skinned waagh, this guy was spared.

And now, this guy dared to bring his lowly Norsca compatriots back and try to destroy Kislev, it was wishful thinking!

———— Karls Bridge

In the first outpost castle at the forefront, more than a dozen cannons filled with cannonballs were pushed into the muzzles, and the Cossack warriors also drew their bows and got ready for battle.

Looking at the Khorne army all over the mountains and plains in the distance, the Boyer nobles stationed couldn't help but licked their dry lips, then raised their pistols and shouted:
"Pull the artillery closer and fire again. All the heavy armored Cossacks have entered the gate of the city, and the light armored Cossacks are ready!"

On the wasteland in the distance, dozens of hideous Khorne Minotaurs with purplish red skin and red eyes stared fixedly at the distant city gate.

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

"Remember, your task is to destroy the city gate. The great blood god is watching this battle. You beasts must not destroy the plan of the great blood god!"

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

In his eyes, these destructive minotaurs were just tools he used to deal with the city gate of Kislev, nothing more.

But the minotaurs who were eager for blood didn't notice this, even if they knew it, they didn't care, because they rushed up screaming!
Moo!
"The Minotaur! Shooting Army, hurry up and aim!"

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

"shooting!"

clap clap-

Gunshots like pouring beans came from the city wall, and round bullets were fired at the scarlet behemoths not far away at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.

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

Roar!
The projectiles and arrows were deeply embedded in the Minotaur's body, but the strong flesh bestowed by Khorne made these muskets and arrows only leave some blood holes in their bodies.

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 heal slowly!
The great blood god advocates the primitive and bloody melee fighting, and at the same time discriminates against long-range weapons and magic. This also causes almost all followers of Khorne to have powerful armor and muscles.

what?
You said that the flames spouted from the bloodthirsty madman's mouth are magic?

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

The complexion of the garrison nobleman gradually turned ugly. He thought that Sigurd would let the Norsca soldiers attack the city, so he changed into a scattering projectile, but he didn't expect the other party to let the Minotaur attack the city.

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

Seeing the Minotaur that was about to collide with the city gate, Noble Boyer took out his pistol and at the same time waved his saber to give an order.

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

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

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

Moo!
At such a short distance, even the tough body of the Minotaur can hardly withstand the rain of bullets, not to mention that the artillery shooting from top to bottom can easily penetrate their turned heads.

The huge bodies of several minotaurs fell to the ground, which made the faces of some Cossack soldiers smile, but the faces of the Boyer nobles became stiff.

Compared with Prager's rune walls, the gates of these three outposts are all made of iron-clad logs without any magical protection.

The impact of just one Minotaur had already left a deep crack on the city gate, and such a war of attrition was obviously not something the Prague defenders could afford.

Looking at the few long-range troops in the outpost that can cause damage to demons, the Boyer nobleman gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Don't be too happy, there are at least a few hundred Minotaurs rushing towards us, the shooting army and gunners all retreated, and the others did their best to cover! In the name of blood, for the motherland!"

Since the cumbersome artillery and shooting army needed time to retreat, the Boyer nobles directly brought hundreds of Cossars holding spears to the gate of the city, waiting for the arrival of the tauren.

They are ready to delay desperately, and they must let the long-range troops that can play a decisive role safely withdraw to the rear!
Moo!
As if they sensed the human breath behind the gate, the Minotaurs at the city gate raised their giant axes one after another, howling and hacking at the crumbling wooden gate in front of them.

Looking at the timid soldiers around, Noble Boyer waved the long knife in his hand and sang in a passionate tone:

"We are the strong shields guarding the Ice and Snow King's Court, 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..."

The Cossack warriors who were a little scared around heard the singing of the Boyer nobles, and they all roared out the familiar song "Motherland is Calling":
"The bear god is with us, Ulric's wrath is on our enemies..."

Moo!
The minotaurs, stimulated by the singing, attacked the wooden door in front of them even more frantically, wishing to tear the humans behind the door into pieces immediately, and then drink their flesh and blood.

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

However, it is not known whether their courage was appreciated by the bear god, or it was the human god of war——Urik was witnessing this war, and every boy no longer feared in his heart.

Looking at the city gate that was about to be broken, the Cossacks raised their spears one after another, looked at these monsters firmly, and roared with all their strength:
"My blood will water the land of the motherland, but in this blood-red soil, the brightest flowers will surely bloom!"

boom!
The door shattered at the sound, and the already hungry and thirsty Minotaurs howled and rushed to the Cossack phalanx in front of them, the giant ax in their hands shone with a strange green light under the green light of the evil moon.

"For the Motherland! Ulla!"

However, at this time, the eyes of the Cossacks were all shining with the brilliance that symbolized human courage. Before the Minotaur could charge, these heroic Cossacks took the lead in attacking!
Countless sharp spears pierced towards the tough skin of the Minotaur, but their weapons easily tore open their skin as if by divine help.

The Blessing of Khorne did endow them with unimaginable long-range resistance and magic resistance, but a melee attack full of hymns of courage was enough to penetrate this layer of Blessing of Khorne.

Don't forget that although Khorne is the God of Blood and War, he is also the God of Courage and Loyalty.

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

"For the motherland!"

"Plague stands tall!"

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

……

I don't know if the Blood God is really paying attention to this war. Some Gothas who successfully killed the Minotaur by virtue of their luck and their own strength gradually had red eye circles, and they fought against Chaos more bravely and fearlessly.

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

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

Noble Boyer frantically waved the saber in his hand. He didn't know why his saber could easily cut through the Minotaur's skin, but he still fought bravely at the forefront.

Blood stained his armor red, and three minotaur corpses had fallen beside him, almost all with fatal wounds through the heart.

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

It's a pity that with more and more slashes on his body, his eyes gradually began to sink a little, and even the hand that wielded the saber became a little weak.

After all, he is only a mortal body, no matter how desperately he exchanged injuries for injuries, how bravely he fought, he could not change his essence as a human being.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with clarity, and when he looked at the Minotaur charging forward again, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"That's right... I'm human..."

Looking at the few remaining Cossack warriors around, the Boyer nobleman dropped the long knife in his hand, picked up a spear, and roared with the last of his strength while charging:

"Plague stands tall!"

(End of this chapter)