Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence.

Chapter 195: The Terrifying Strength of the High-Ranked Chosen Dwarf Ankol

The knights of the empire had dealt with wyverns many times, but even the most experienced knights had never seen such a huge wyvern.

Sandarion's huge wings spread out, hanging high under the blood moon, covering a large area of ​​the sky. At this moment, his majestic figure was no different from a dragon.

Not only does it have the iconic feature of a dragon's head, but its sturdy body and scaly wings are no less powerful than a dragon. What's even more terrifying is that its huge tail, which is as long as its front body, is covered with snake-like barbs, and the venom sac inside contains the most deadly toxin.

Even a champion knight, once hit by these poisonous barbs, would be instantly paralyzed and become completely paralyzed.

Amidst his terrifying roar, many free people covered their ears in pain. Before they could adjust, Sandarion suddenly flapped his wings and roared cruelly, "Humans, your doom has come! Go, men! Kill them all!"

With a roar, under the reflection of the blood moon, the monster army surged out from the dark shadows like a tide. They were so huge that they seemed to swallow up the entire world.

The fierce howling of the kobolds and gnolls, the excited screams of the forest goblins with their spears raised high, the roar of the trolls to the sky, and the screams of the wyverns and harpies, all intertwined into a horrific melody of death.

The huge sense of oppression was like a mountain, pressing down on the hearts of the alliance composed of humans, dwarves and halflings.

Looking at the endless army of monsters, everyone felt that the air they breathed into their lungs was cold and gray. There were so many monsters that they completely submerged the sky, earth, forests and plains.

The human knights were the first to recover from their shock. Commander Orstein shouted, "Archers, quickly ascend the city walls and commanding heights and prepare to fire! Infantry, hold the line. We must hold back the waves of monsters. Don't panic!"

The harpy's surprise attack was effective. At the cost of only a few hundred harpies' deaths, they successfully distracted a large number of troops from deploying, especially the archers and thunder musketeers. They wasted a lot of time shooting in all directions and had no time to climb the city wall.

This assault brought unparalleled benefits to the monsters. At the cost of a few hundred harpies, countless infantrymen were able to reach the human defenses unscathed.

If the long-range armies of humans and dwarves were allowed to fire at full speed on the city walls, at least several squadrons of monsters would be shot and forced to flee.

Although these monsters were cruel and terrifying, they were not without emotions and could feel fear and terror. Large numbers of monsters rushed over in a roar, and were shot down in batches, which inevitably caused many monsters to tremble in fear and flee.

Being able to quickly attack and catch the enemy off guard always has a very good tactical effect. Although this may not be a tactic that the wyvern's stupid brain could have thought of, it is very likely that they just wanted to rush in, but by chance, they still created a situation that was very favorable to them.

Doglin ran to Su Li and said breathlessly, "My Lord, we can't let the monsters rush to the front of the defense line so quickly. We must delay them and buy time for the musketeers to deploy their defenses!"

In this defensive fortress, the dwarves have three musketeer squadrons, one of which is the Thunder Musketeer Squadron formed by the dwarven community in the territory, one is brought by the dwarves, and there is also a dwarf ranger squadron.

Let these dwarves climb up the city wall and kill a large number of monsters at full firepower.

These short guys in iron armor move very slowly, and it is not easy to buy them time.

Su Li frowned and said, "There are three trenches and two antlers outside the camp wall. There is only one way out from the camp gate, but it has been blocked by monsters. The number of knights we can get out is very limited, and I'm afraid we can't hold off the monsters for long."

The best way at the moment is to have a team of extremely powerful death warriors, who can break into the monster wave with just a small number of them and contain the monsters' offensive momentum.

Apart from this method, Su Li could only use the Wind Wing Talisman to use the strong wind to stop the monster's advance.

But this is one of Su Li's biggest trump cards, and he doesn't want to throw it out as soon as the war starts, otherwise he will lose his biggest means of counterattack when facing the monster's strategic treasure.

He even didn't want to use it in this battle, because once the Wind Wing Talisman was activated, it would lose its effect within the next month.

He used this holy relic of glory against the Wyvern King. How can he ensure victory over the main Green Dragon army next?

Fortunately, Doglin had already thought of a solution and immediately said to Su Li, "We can send a powerful God-chosen warrior to land directly in the middle of the enemy's dense army formation. With his powerful strength, he can instantly chop up a group of monsters and make them dare not move forward."

"Of course, this chosen warrior is not Lord Hildurd, but our dwarven hero, Anchor Redbeard, the ancestor of the Redbeard clan."

Su Li's eyes suddenly lit up. He took a brass horn full of gorgeous dwarven colors from Hirud's hand beside him and asked, "Are you referring to this Thunder Horn?"

This Thunder Horn is a rare item, usually displayed on a shelf in the main hall of Hesse Castle, adorning the castle's splendor. Every knight, merchant, and dwarf who visits Hesse Castle marvels at this magnificent, powerful, and rare treasure.

In order to win this battle, Su Li specially brought it out of the castle. It is not an ancient relic of the dwarves, so it can be used at any time. It blows once every ten minutes, granting soldiers the abilities of [Melee Expert] and [Reorganize Formation] respectively.

However, as a rare treasure, it also possesses a powerful summoning ability that can only be used once per battle. When this horn, blasted by the Dwarven bloodline, Ankol Redbeard, the ancestor of the Redbeard clan, appears on the battlefield as a heroic spirit, slashing monsters for 30 seconds.

This is an extremely powerful high-level God-chosen warrior. If his long-cherished wish is fulfilled and Chaos the Shapeshifter, the God-chosen of Tzeentch, is killed, he can even restore his legendary qualifications!
A high-level dwarf at the peak of God's chosen appeared on the battlefield. Even the powerful green dragon had to avoid his edge. This was the strongest dragon slayer who was specifically designed to restrain dragons.

Su Li decisively handed the horn to Doglin and said, "I agree with your tactic. You are to execute it immediately."

Dogrin took the heavy brass horn with trembling hands, his face full of uncontrollable excitement.

Humans call it the Thunder Horn, but dwarves have always called it the Horn of Karak Hern. Ever since the dwarf king used it to seal the demon, the Gray Mountain Dwarves have not blown this horn for nearly a thousand years.

Now that it had fallen back into the hands of the Dwarven bloodline, Dogrim excitedly gripped the Thunderhorn tightly, feeling its heavy weight and the power it contained. This was not just a war horn, but a symbol of glory and power in the history of the Dwarven race.

He took a deep breath, raised the horn to his lips, and blew with all his strength.

The deep, powerful sound of the horn echoed across the battlefield like thunder, stirring the hearts of every dwarf who heard it. Countless dwarves felt a sad yet powerful force surging in their blood.

As the heart-wrenching sound of the horn rang out, a dazzling red light shot out from the horn, straight into the sky, and then gathered into a huge light gate above the battlefield.

The light gate slowly opened, and a figure stepped out. He was tall and mighty, wearing ancient dwarf armor from thousands of years ago, and holding a huge battle axe.

His image perfectly fits the characteristics of a dwarf butcher. The hair on both sides of his head is shaved, leaving only a tuft in the middle, standing tall like the peak on a helmet, which is the unique Mohawk hairstyle of the dwarf butcher.

The beards that the dwarves cared about most were cut off by it, only reaching the thighs. After undergoing a special hardening treatment, they were dyed the bright color of blood, like a burning flame. It was an extremely eye-catching symbol on the battlefield, allowing the enemy to recognize this arrogant butcher at a glance.

But even under the scrutiny of the crowd, no one could kill this powerful dwarf. His hardened body was brimming with muscle, and every inch of it exuded strength. His skin was roughened by countless battles, covered with scars, witnessing every victory and challenge he had fought against his enemies.

His body is covered in intricate blue tattoos, not merely ornaments but marks of his past shame, each stripe representing the failures and pain he has endured. Such a powerful dwarf went into battle seeking death, to wash away the humiliation of his past and atone for the damage he had caused. Yet, his strength made it impossible for any enemy to kill him.

The moment Ancor appeared, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed immediately. The monsters immediately sensed the powerful aura emanating from him and involuntarily took a few steps back.

The dwarves of the Redbeard Clan were so excited that their eyes filled with tears. Their morale instantly soared as they rushed towards the city wall regardless of everything.

Ankol didn't hesitate at all. As soon as he appeared, he rushed directly into the dense array of monsters, waving his battle axe.

His roar was like thunder, no less powerful than that of the huge two-legged flying thunder dragon. More importantly, every blow of his battle axe "Thunder's Fury" carried a tremendous force, tearing through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

A large number of gnolls tried to surround him, but were instantly chopped into pieces by his violently dancing battle axes.

His axe not only chopped off the enemy's weapons, but also directly split the monsters that were unfortunate enough to touch its edge in half. Blood splattered, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and in a moment, a terrifying mountain of monster remains piled up at Ankol's feet.

Eight forest trolls, wielding massive bone clubs and stone axes, charged at him. Instead of retreating, Ankor leaped from the sea of ​​blood and corpses, his battle axe raised high above his head, leaving a chilling glow beneath the bloody moon. The battle axe collided with the stone axe with a deafening metallic clang. The forest troll's stone axe, like a fragile branch before the "Thunder Fury," snapped with a single blow. Then, without waiting for the troll to react, the axe struck the troll's head, sending blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the battlefield crimson.

Before the other trolls could get close, Ankol suddenly rushed forward and swung his cold axe blade, instantly cutting off the thighs of two trolls, which were thicker than tree trunks. The troll lying on his back had his head chopped off before he fell.

The fighting power of the high-level God-chosen-level butcher shocked everyone on both sides. Even the wyvern king Sandarion looked at the battlefield with a cold gaze. He felt that even if a giant dragon came down, it would have its limbs chopped off and its head cut off by this terrible butcher.

His rune axe swung so fast that in just over twenty seconds, he killed four trolls. The remaining four trolls lost their morale and fled the battlefield with terrible wounds.

In the little time left, Ankol rushed out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood and chose the most powerful opponent on the battlefield, a powerful forest giant.

These behemoths are more than ten meters tall, with muscles as hard as rocks. The weapons they hold are thicker than tree trunks, and every time they strike down, the earth trembles.

But even so, Ankol's eyes were still full of fighting enthusiasm. He suddenly jumped up and cut off the giant's right foot with one blow. The severe pain made the giant roar in pain, and he fell to the ground with a bang. His huge body smashed six or seven forest goblins, raising a cloud of dust and grass.

Ankol didn't give the giant any chance to breathe. He flipped over and jumped onto the giant's legs with the giant axe in hand. He jumped to the giant's throat as quickly as climbing a mountain, and then raised the "Thunder Fury" high.

The giant sensed danger and shook its body frantically, trying to throw Ankor off. But Ankor was as steady as a rock, his feet firmly nailed to the giant's shoulders. Then Ankor used all his strength to strike the monster's throat with the fury of thunder, and a terrible scar appeared on the giant's rock-hard skin.

The icy chill from the giant axe's blade seeped directly into his bones through his flesh. The monster was so frightened that he even forgot to struggle. He stared at the sky with wide eyes, and a large amount of blood splattered, staining his entire eyelids red.

After a long time, he touched the bloody wound on his neck in horror. With such a huge wound, even a troll would die.

Fortunately, he was a giant, and although the axe sank more than ten centimeters into his flesh, it didn't sever his throat. Just as the cold edge of the axe was about to reach the giant's vitals, Ankor's duration as a Heroic Spirit ended.

The combined forces of dwarves and humans on the city wall couldn't help but sigh in regret at seeing this. It was just a little bit short! The giant was slain by the dwarf butcher on the battlefield.

As a large number of monsters regrouped and rushed over from the rear of the raging battlefield, Dogrin quickly adjusted his mindset and said, "Fortunately, this giant's leg has been chopped off, so it can no longer pose much of a threat to us. His wailing will only increase the monsters' fear. From now on, defeating these monsters depends on our own strength!"

"At my command, musket fire!"

At his command, the dwarves who rushed up the city wall opened fire at the same time. A large amount of smoke filled the air and the muzzle flashes illuminated the night.

In an instant, countless monsters fell to the ground like wheat being cut.

The sniping effect of the dwarves was too strong, especially now that their target was the infantry who were greatly delayed by the trenches. They had to be careful of traps in the deep trenches and also had to wade through the river water more than two meters deep in the trenches. Their movements were very slow and there was no way for them to dodge.

The monsters crowded in a narrow passage, moving forward in dense crowds, became sitting ducks for the archers on the city wall.

In this situation, human archers can hit the target nine times out of ten!
You should know that the ranged troops defending on the city walls are far more than just the dwarf musketeers. There are two archer squadrons in the armed attendant battalion directly under the Hessen Lord, plus a halfling archer squadron and three ranged free militia groups reorganized by Ron. The firepower of the ranged troops is very powerful.

There were six long-range squadrons deployed on the city walls alone, and a large number of archers were firing at full speed on the watchtowers and arrow towers.

At this moment, arrows and stones were flying from the city walls like locusts, and the attacking monster army suffered heavy losses in an instant.

The first batch of monsters that squeezed in to attack the camp gate had more than 200 casualties before they even got close to the camp gate. Their corpses were scattered all over the road, and the dead were piled up side by side!
The remaining monsters were so frightened that they collapsed and fled. Countless of them were squeezed into the ditches on both sides and drowned. Sparse deserters were scattered all over the wide plain in front of the camp.

This caused the Wyvern King Sandarion to roar in anger, shouting, "Cyclops, smash these bugs for me!"

"If you can't open the passage, I'll treat you as my dinner tonight."

"Woo~" The four Cyclops roared in fear. Their not-so-bright brains had no ability to think much. They immediately lifted the huge rocks more than three meters high on their shoulders and threw them towards the human camp.

The huge rock fell like a meteorite under the huge force of the monster. Whether it hit the city wall or fell to the ground, the huge force caused the entire battlefield to shake.

Moreover, one of the bullets was extremely lucky and flew directly over the city wall and hit a phalanx of free militia in the rear. In an instant, six or seven free militiamen were smashed into pieces.

Great panic and screams broke out among the Free Militia. This blow alone shook the morale of the squadron and almost caused it to collapse.

Standing next to the cannon, Hildur immediately gave a stern order: "Aim at these boulder-throwing monsters and smash them to pieces."

The dwarves rushed to the cannon and quickly adjusted the muzzle, but it was not easy to calibrate the trajectory and hit the monster in the distance. Two consecutive shells hit the grass next to the monster, and had no effect except to stir up a lot of straw sandals and mud.

It was not until the third shot that the shell flew past the giant's shoulder, and the spinning shell scraped off a large amount of flesh and blood.

This attack made the giant's shooting accuracy even worse.

Their stupid minds had no idea how to adjust the accuracy. The four giants threw more than 20 boulders, most of which hit the open space in front and behind the city wall, and even knocked away more than a dozen of their own monsters. Only two of them hit the target successfully.

One shot broke three logs in the wall, leaving numerous cracks in the wooden wall. Another shot struck a squadron of dwarf rangers on the wall, crushing two dwarves, but the other three managed to survive the scrapes thanks to their tough physiques.

(End of this chapter)