Warhammer in a box

Chapter 58
"Are these barbarians crazy? With an attack of this scale, aren't they afraid of losing and having their tribe annexed?!" Lele said in surprise.

Although the Norscans believe in chaos, they still have their own social structure. Although it is simple, it does exist.

It can even be said that their social system is cruel. When one tribe begins to weaken, other tribes will try to annex them. Once a battle is lost on both sides, everything of the losing side will be completely annexed.

Strong warriors may be absorbed, but those who are weak and worthless may be killed directly or become slaves, and the women in the tribe will become appendages of others. In the wild and chaotic wasteland, the powerful people have all the say.

Where the Norsemen lived, the southerners were relatively peaceful, and they would even go to Marienburg to sell ivory, hides, or whale oil, or even travel the Old World as mercenaries.

The Norsemen in the north are also the most warlike.

The rise of Ulfric in recent years has left the Norse people in the south with less and less living space.

At this time, on the city wall of Sesmond, the defenders were trying desperately to drive these barbarians away.

But they found that the eyes of these barbarians were red and their skin had a strange blood color.

Obviously, the chaotic power from the Blood God Khorne influenced them, which made them attack at all costs.

Khorne ordered Ulfric to kill Ludwig, and Ulfric's special blood sacrifice in Dist Harbor made Khorne on the Brass Throne turn his attention here.

And he gave rewards that were insignificant to him to the Norse people who served him.

Fighting, death, skulls, blood, everything that was happening in Nordland at this moment was what he wanted to see.

"Quick! Go to the east wall! The barbarians over there are rushing up again!"

The officers on the city wall shouted loudly, and the reserve troops under the city immediately rushed towards the east wall.

At this time, all the people in Sesmond were soldiers, if it were not the capital of an electorate.

The city walls were strong enough and the soldiers were capable of fighting, so the city would have been breached long ago. There were still several frost trolls outside attacking the city gate with all their might.

The artillery and fireworks accumulated in the city were only fired in a limited manner. Only when there were enough enemies on either side or the front was dangerous enough, would these war machines unleash their fury.

They seemed more like they were on guard against something.

Another important reason is that the supply of artillery shells in Nord territory is seriously insufficient.

The terrain in the north of the empire is complex, and the transportation and economic conditions of Nordland have always been poor, which has put Nordland's artillery and ammunition at a dangerous red line.

"How is the Elector now?" The officer asked the soldiers behind him while commanding the troops to defend.

"Lord Roy! Lord Geisel has been in a coma! The doctors in the city are trying their best to treat him, and the priests from the Rhea Temple have also arrived! We still don't know what happened to Lord Geisel!"

"Lord Geisel! Nothing can happen to you!" the officer named Roy said secretly.

The unconscious Geisel was brought back in too haste, so many people in the city saw him.

The invincible Elector was actually in a coma, and many people in the city were even saying that their Elector was dead!
Even if there is someone to succeed him, if he really dies, it will be a terrible blow to the morale of the entire defenders in the city.

Even if those who spread the rumors were caught and given severe punishment, the rumors would never end as long as Geisel did not reappear in front of people.

Spread a rumor and break a leg.

"The Soul Reaper, it's the Soul Reaper!"

Accompanied by exclamations from the city wall.

A huge rock flew out from the jungle and accurately hit the Nord defenders and Norscans who were fighting on the city wall.

More than a dozen people were smashed into pieces by the flying rocks.

A special Cyclops is walking out of the forest!
There used to be a horrific legend in the jungle near Sesmond. A one-eyed giant whose size far exceeded that of his peers had been wandering in the forest. He was the nightmare of all intelligent creatures. His huge pair of horns would pierce his prey and he would take its head as a trophy.

The souls of those killed by it will be imprisoned in its underworld eye for eternity, and even powerful spellcasters will be unable to sense the existence of magic when stared at by its one eye.

He is the most terrifying monster in the Lauren Lauren forest.

However, this horrific creature that has almost become a legend has not appeared for many years. Some people have even forgotten its legend, and no one has thought about why it would appear here today.

Only Ulfric knew that he had secretly come here several years ago on his own Sea Fang, found the Cyclops, successfully hunted it down and made it surrender.

Just today Lauren Lauren's nightmare came back.

The appearance of the Soul Reaper threw the city walls into chaos, allowing more Norsemen to successfully climb the walls.

"Where's the mortar? Fire now! Blast that monster to death!!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" The defenders no longer cared about saving ammunition, but the mortars were still useful when facing a large number of enemies. However, facing such a powerful single unit, the accuracy of the mortar shells was very poor, not to mention that the Nords were not good at using them at all, they trusted their bodies more.

The Soul Reaper was fine, but many of the surrounding Norse raiders were killed in the explosion.

Judging from the situation, if the Soul Taker is not killed, Sesmond will be conquered sooner or later by using it to throw stones at the city walls.

"Cyclops?! Everyone, we can't wait any longer! Charge! At least kill this giant! It looks like the Nords in the city can't hold on any longer!" Laleer made a prompt decision and drew his sword.

All the cavalrymen present also took out their weapons.

"Warriors of the Empire! Draw your weapons and hold on to the reins! Knights should march forward bravely! For the Empire!"

"For Sigma!"

"For Ulric!"

Everyone shouted out their beliefs, and Lele was the first to rush out, followed by the rest of the knights.

Ludwig and others in the team also became nervous. They did not want to rush out on their own, but were completely forced to rush out by the team. If they did not move forward at this time, they would definitely be pushed off the horses and then trampled into meat paste.

"Ferrer! Don't get separated! Don't get separated!"

Riding a horse and actually charging are two completely different things.

Soon, Ludwig and others began to feel that they could not keep up with the team in front.

The musketeers in the team also began to leave the formation to look for their targets.

The entire team seems unstoppable, but there is an important problem, that is, each knight order comes from a different team, and there are huge differences in both combat habits and discipline.

Faced with Lele's command, they trusted their chief more.

"Ludwig! Who should we follow?!" Ferrer asked anxiously as he looked at the teams heading in different directions.

"Follow! Lele! Follow them!"

Thanks to the book friend Honest Xiaobaijun for the two monthly tickets!
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(End of this chapter)