Warhammer Fantasy: I Have Total War System

Chapter 85 War Frenzy (1)

The vast expanse of sunlight spills across the sea of ​​trees, casting shimmering waves of light.

On the flat ground between the hills, the two armies faced each other, five hundred paces apart.

One side was strangely shaped and restless.

One side is neat and orderly, ready to go.

Yi Ge, accompanied by Chen Guizhou's advisors who were skilled in magical artifacts, moved among the ranks of the Weifu soldiers.

She changed into a light armor set, with a dark, narrow-sleeved robe as a base, and on top of that, a strange armor that resembled a combination of half-plate armor and lamellar armor. It was entirely gilded with silver, and under the sunlight, her silver armor seemed to flow like liquid over her body, making it clear to anyone that she was a powerful sorcerer.

Yi Ge showed Li Lin a lot of respect this time, behaving like an ordinary staff member and being extremely obedient to Li Lin's orders.

When inspecting troops, they held compasses in their hands and continuously wrote and recorded on a roll of silk, appearing extremely professional.

Shen Du's sorcerers were equally strict, requiring the armor skirts to be lifted and the weapons to be inspected to be handed over obediently. Both sides seemed to be extremely disciplined.

After an incense stick's time, both sides' warlocks returned to their teams.

While listening to the report, Shen Du subtly glanced at the twenty-nine Xuanjia guards beside Li Lin, whom he had never noticed before.

These people were wearing full sets of Xuanpo armor.

With a black background and gold trim, the entire garment is matte and made of a material like glass porcelain, appearing brittle and thin. The fitted style makes it easy to mistake it for a finely crafted military overcoat without careful inspection. In reality, it is a heavy suit of armor that only martial artists at the Inner Strength Realm can wear. It contains elements of Changyuan bricks and stones, and after absorbing internal energy, it can weigh up to a thousand pounds.

He wore a mask that covered his entire face, with high brows, deep-set eyes, and a pair of bulging golden eyes.

The style imitates the four Heavenly King statues of Shi Peng, Duan Wang, Zhu Fu, and Wen Chen, which were cast by the Dragon Emperor in legend. They are either majestic or ferocious. Shen Du felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation in his heart after just one glance.

Each person was carrying a long spear that was several sections longer than a regular halberd or spear. It was hard to determine what material it was made of, but according to the sorcerer's report, it was definitely not an ordinary weapon. It at least had the power of a low-level magic weapon!

Shen Du had only ever seen such an army on the Changyuan border, on those terracotta warriors that had been sealed away for a long time and were said to be commanded only by the Dragon Emperor!

"Not only the long spears, but the armor and masks on those people are also close to low-level magical artifacts. Strictly speaking, they should all be expelled from the military exercise," Shen Du's sorcerer whispered.

"Understood," Shen Du nodded. "You may all leave now. Do not make a fuss about this."

At this moment, Li Lin's gaze also swept in his direction. He was expressionless, exuding an unfathomable aura, as if he could see right through Shen Du and the others' thoughts.

That's right, the reason Shen Du didn't point out the problem with the equipment of the Nanli garrison was because his equipment was also problematic!

The guards consisted of 240 men, and all of them wore armor, carried military flags, and carried weapons that were standard-issue ritual implements from the "Crafts Bureau."

Because these are mass-produced standard equipment, the attributes of magical artifacts are not specifically mentioned.

However, the copper wires, blood grooves, engraved hilts and handguards on those Guan Dao and greatswords will begin to show a hardness and weight far exceeding that of ordinary weapons once they are on the battlefield and fighting begins.

Shen Du did not point it out.

Li Lin didn't point it out.

Between 29 sets of non-compliant equipment and 240 sets of non-compliant equipment, Shen Du could easily tell who had the advantage.

Since both sides are willing to ignore it, he is naturally more than happy to accept it.

But it was precisely because of Li Lin's strange silence that Shen Du always felt uneasy.

He glanced at the stone lions resting on the hill in the distance, confirming that these strange puppets could not possibly have infiltrated the battlefield, and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

Now that everything is ready, there's no need to hold back.

According to the plan, we should just go all out.

He signed the roster for the military exercise and the death warrant.

The civil officials from both sides rode forward and exchanged contracts.

After Li Lin handed over the signed and fingerprinted waiver, Shen Du thought to himself, "Good!"

Military exercises, all set!

Li Lin's formation included the Bearman troops.

The old shaman Gul'dan walked at the front, leaning on his bone staff. Several strings of bone ornaments on his chest clinked gently in the breeze, making a dull "tap tap tap" sound.

The 2.8-meter-tall flag bearer of Kurgan followed behind him, his small, sunken eyes staring straight at Li Lin, who stood in the middle of the Nanli garrison at the front.

"Chief," he suddenly spoke, in a heavily accented Kisliv language, "why fight for this weak, untested Southerner?"

"We came here because of the call, not to continue being mercenaries."

He looked down at the old shaman.

The latter ignored him.

"Gul'dan," he called the shaman by his name.

The hunched, tall, and thin old man slowly turned his head. Beneath his large antler helmet, a pair of eyes that held a cold flame swept over the Kurgan flag bearer. The old shaman's eyes gleamed with a beast-like yellow light in the shadows.

Standing at 2.8 meters tall, the strongest and most bloodthirsty man in the entire tribe, he suddenly felt a chilling will, like a winterless night on an icy plain, spreading from the old shaman's body, climbing up his spine, and finally drilling into the back of his head.

He began to tremble violently, then foamed at the mouth, and finally collapsed while leaning on the military flag, dying on the spot in less than thirty breaths.

Yi Ge and the others in the distance were completely unaware, because there was no magic involved at all.

Conquering giant beasts and killing the weak with pure willpower is the "martial arts" of the nomads of the wasteland.

The surrounding Xiongren soldiers silently carried away the corpse, and in return, a man of equal strength took over the military flag.

The deceased standard-bearer made a colossal mistake.

He thought he was the old shaman's bodyguard, the one who truly wielded the power.

He became arrogant and conceited, instinctively thinking it was time to find an opportunity to constantly provoke and undermine the old shaman's authority, eventually crushing the old man and seizing control of the tribe for himself.

But in reality, his existence is only about raising the flag higher.

"He is the messenger of the dog god," the shaman said.

His voice was hoarse, like a stone being dragged across a snow anvil.

He had no intention of killing his opponent, just like those Chaos Champions who wander the Chaos Wasteland, having no interest in wild dogs and ants.

The former standard-bearer died simply because he was weak and unable to bear the old man's gaze.

"He himself may not know it yet, but the eyes of the gods have already been cast upon him, and his future has long been nailed to the Great Game."

The surrounding bear-men held their breath upon hearing the old shaman's murmured prophecy.

"We have arrived at the place where the gods summoned us."

"This is the place, right here and now."

"Now, all that remains is to water the earth with blood, pile up skulls into mountains, and offer a grand sacrifice to the gods."

The animal-hide flag flapped against the flagpole in the wind.

The bears' eyes gleamed with ferocity.

Ahead, amidst a motley crew of mercenaries, Li Lin suddenly felt an unprecedented and peculiar sense of relaxation.

There were no orderly banners, no restrained breathing, and no whispered prayers to the Dragon Emperor and ancestors.

"Look at their golden horses!" The man-eaters pointed at the An Guan cavalry opposite them, drooling.

"It's valuable and delicious, and the flag bearers on top can even be grilled and used as a side dish—it's simply amazing!"

"Can you cook?"

"Hey! Who do you think you are! Those roasted dwarves you ate in the mountains were all roasted by me!"

The bear-men surrounded the shaman, performing some strange ritual. In no time, they were all filled with murderous intent, eager to rush up and kill the enemy.

Vespero's duelists were equally in high spirits.

The handsome men were filled with anger, finally able to unleash all the pent-up frustration they had been holding back for so long.

They wore ceremonial iron hoops on their heads, held long swords in their right hands and short swords and cloaks in their left hands, looking as if they were using the cloaks as shields. They looked somewhat like Spanish bullfighters, their eyes filled with a desire for war, and even for a death of honor.

The sheer fighting spirit of these foreigners spurred Li Lin on.

He felt numbness in his hands.

A sweet, fishy smell, a mixture of earth, weeds, and adrenaline, began to fill my nostrils.

His heart pounded wildly, pounding so hard it hurt his chest, and the vision of roaring and charging at the enemy haunted his mind.

really weird.

This pure, unselfish excitement, fighting for no greater cause, made him feel alive more deeply than when he was defending a narrow passage beneath the fortress.

"Perhaps this is the kind of war I want," he thought.

After exchanging life-and-death contracts, the two commanders began the final handover, which is also part of the procedure for the Shangyang military exercise.

Li Lin walked on foot, while Shen Du rode his horse at full gallop. The two arrived at the front of the army formation and stood facing each other across a boundary about ten paces wide.

"General Li," Shen Du spoke first, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every soldier in both armies, "Today's military exercise should be limited to a point. After all, we are fellow disciples, so let's not hurt our harmony."

"No problem." Li Lin nodded, his voice equally calm, as if two old friends were catching up.

"However, my teams are all from foreign barbarians. If there is any carelessness, please forgive me, Senior Brother Shen."

After saying that, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and left without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Shen Du also turned and left.

The first thing he did upon returning to his unit was to instruct Yue Pengrui, who was personally leading the troops.

"Senior Brother Yue," his voice was icy, like a whetstone sharpening a knife tip, "go all out, don't hold back. If we don't flatten his arrogance, none of us will have a good future."

Yue Pengrui slowly opened his half-closed eyelids, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Okay."

On the other side, Li Lin returned to the central army and ripped off his outermost robe, revealing a sharp, dark-colored outfit underneath.

"Listen up, all of you!" he roared hoarsely.

"Kill them all!"

"Whoever kills the most, and kills the most ruthlessly, will be richly rewarded!"

Lute was the first to roar, followed by thirty-one man-eaters, their roars shaking the ground.

The bear-men growled in low voices, and the duelists of Viparero unleashed beautiful sword flourishes, shattering the sunlight.

On the contrary, Fu Qinglin and other martial arts figures not far away looked at each other, looking embarrassed and standing there, not daring to offend either side.

Li Lin ignored those martial arts practitioners from Zhen Dan.

They roared out with the Gentiles.

"These fellow disciples are all bad," he thought. "I might as well take this opportunity to kill them all and bury them with the original owner of this body."

"This is also a good opportunity to completely crush my past."

He turned around and raised his hand towards the drummers outside the arena.

A moment later, Shen Du made the same gesture.

"Thump."

The heavy drumbeats struck everyone's heart like a hammer blow.

"attack!!!"

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