The King of Elden does not die alone!

Of course, I haven't seen it in real life. The sense of déjà vu is like seeing a cosplayer at a comic convention whose costume is very familiar and authentic, but I just can't remember the character's name.

"Come on, we need you!" Felix shouted to the two men.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Felix was overwhelmed by a sense of guilt, because the wizard in front of him clearly looked like a child, and he dragged a young girl into the battlefield.

But there is no other way now. Although he cannot let the weak who should be protected be dragged into the war, he cannot ignore the role that a magician can play.

Fortunately, Mia's subsequent performance gave Felix some comfort. Felix saw several ratmen coming out of the alley.

Mia, who had been prepared for the pursuit, immediately released a wall of fire deep into the alley. Then Wilden quickly used both swords to kill the ratmen whose retreat was blocked by the wall of fire.

Felix saw a determined spellcaster and an excellent fighter.

And, those sinister creatures that might jump out of the alley.

"Be careful in the alley!" Mia warned loudly.

Mia and Wilden simply joined the melee. They easily found the forefront of the battlefield. Mia saw a shirtless dwarf with a super high Mohawk hairstyle standing on a pile of corpses, with waves of ratmen rushing towards him.

Gotrek swung his axe, almost cutting out a barrier made up of the ratmen's broken limbs and arms.

Wilden was looking for the best battlefield. He rushed to the chaotic area where mercenaries and ratmen were fighting. The mercenaries only saw a huge black shadow appear in front of them, a cold light flashed, and then the ratman they were staring at lost his head.

Mia released various shapes of flames at the rats.

But when she found that the flames she released would not harm herself, she completely liberated herself. Flames like waves and whirlpools continued to take shape in her hands, and her control over flames became more and more handy.

Then, a continuous stream of flames spurted out of her hands. Mia was like a human-shaped self-propelled flamethrower. Wherever her palms turned, the flames would burn.

This is also a prayer that players need to learn in the game.

But now Mia has learned it all by herself.

For the locals watching this scene, the addition of a fire mage and a brave knight boosted the morale of the mercenaries and citizens who were fighting. Now, they seemed to have seen victory in sight.

Mia took the time to take a sip of the blue dew. There was still more than half of the liquid in the bottle. It was not because she was drinking too sparingly, but because she had already poured all the dew in the red holy grail bottle into the blue bottle.

Mia has no shortage of recovery spells, but she needs a lot of blue dew to sustain the battle.

Even if her energy could be restored over time, that amount of recovery would not be enough to sustain her in a high-intensity battle.

At the same time, she was also looking for ways to reduce her energy consumption. As she continued to release various types of fire prayers, she kept trying to achieve the same effect in a faster and less energy-consuming way.

Felix looked from afar at the petite figure holding the flame.

It's not like he had never seen the Empire's fire magicians fight before, but the girl's appearance was far different from what he remembered.

The fire mages Felix had seen wore fiery red robes, had exaggerated hairstyles or beards, and were hot-tempered combatants, just like the fire magic they used - unstable yet extremely destructive.

Rather, it is not as agile as the girl and the fire she wields.

'Where did she come from? ' Felix couldn't help wondering.

Countless ratmen were roaring and rushing towards him from all directions. Felix moved carefully towards Gotrek.

His gaze suddenly passed over the layers of ratmen troops, and in that direction, Felix saw a large group of monsters staggering towards them.

That's at least a dozen rat trolls!

Felix pursed his lips. He was sure that others must have seen it too, especially Gotrek standing on the pile of corpses, and the big Bretonnian knight who had descended from the sky not long ago.

Gotrek jumped down from the high ground made of dirty flesh and blood, and crashed into the dense crowd of rats like a meteorite. His axe chopped left and right, plowing a gap in the rat group that could not be closed in a short time, and rushed towards the rat trolls with a roar.

Felix hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow Gotrek. He raised his sword high and shouted as he ran: "Guys! Follow me! Let's go kill those damn ratmen!"

The mercenaries heard his shout and followed Felix's footsteps and rushed towards the ratman troops.

Mia pursed her lips. She had already fallen behind the crowd. She was hesitating whether to pray to the golden tree again.

If the previous prayer for release was a helpless act in order to save those civilians and to enable himself to go to the palace area, then

Maybe that's not necessary now.

After all, even without her assistance, as long as the plot develops according to the script, the invasion of the ratmen will be defeated by the brave Nuun people.

but...

Mother Gan Lin, the atmosphere has been set to this point, it would be a waste not to pray!

This isn't 40k.

In the Warhammer world, gods are everywhere, and almost all countries here are polytheistic!

Life and nature, courage and honor, love and art, wisdom and knowledge, these positive qualities all have corresponding gods of order, while the gods of chaos, who represent opposite qualities, are mortal enemies of the gods of order.

and so.

Something like the golden tree, which is shining with golden light and full of righteousness.

There shouldn't be any chance of being visited by the Imperial witch hunters.

then.

As the mercenaries charged towards the rat army, a golden glow rose behind them.

Strength and vitality surged from the mercenaries' bodies.

The abnormality did not stop them, the mercenaries accepted the blessing from the unknown gods.

Wilden followed closely behind Gotrek, and without showing any weakness, he used his double swords to sweep away the ratmen in front of him.

The mercenaries behind him then shouted out the gods they knew.

Sigma, Tal, Ulric——

The sound of war cries rose one after another, and the warriors became one in the name of the gods and rolled forward.

But only Wilden knew where the light shining on him came from.

In this world where the golden tree cannot be felt, he can still fight under the light of the golden tree.

He didn't want to remain silent any longer. Under the mask that covered their faces, the people of the Golden Tree shouted.

"Great is the golden tree!"

He thought that he had lost the right to say this when he swung his sword at the king's army, who were also the people of the Golden Tree.

And now, countless people will hear his shouts and see his back as he rushes towards those filthy creatures.

Mia heard it too.

She took a breath.

"Great is the golden tree!"

Felix turned around in surprise and saw the golden tree emblem floating above Mia's head, emitting sacred light.

The mercenaries crushed the ratmen's army. Even when facing the tall rat trolls, the mercenaries, who were surrounded by golden light, had no desire to retreat. They were fearless and moved forward bravely.

Gotrek let out a deafening roar, and his battle axe shone terrifyingly in the reflection of the flames. Although he was short, he roared like an elephant charging.

For a moment, the rat trolls were shocked by the fearless warriors and stopped just before launching a charge.

Gotrek rushed forward, facing an enemy twice his size. There was a flash of white light, and a rat troll's legs were broken at the knees. When it fell to the ground, Gotrek's axe swung back and smashed its head in one fell swoop, with bones, teeth, brains, and blood splattered everywhere.

Another rat troll stretched out its claws towards the dwarf and grabbed him, its sharp nails digging deep into his flesh. The rat troll lifted the dwarf up, and Gotrek's shoulder dripped with bright red blood.

It was about to open its foul-smelling mouth, and Gotrek raised his axe.

At this time, Wilden rushed forward, swinging both swords horizontally. The blood-stained but still sharp blades silently cut open the rat troll's stomach, and the internal organs and blood splattered all over the ground. The rat troll instinctively shook off the dwarf in his hand, covered his stomach and bent back, letting out a shrill wail in severe pain. The soldiers of the King's Army stepped forward again and stabbed the sword into the monster's heart.

The rat troll fell down convulsing, and the dwarf who was thrown away climbed up again.

"Well done! The man-cub!" Gotrek's rough voice sounded like a bell.

He raised his head and looked at Wilden as if he were an ordinary human being.

Then...

He raised his head a little higher.

Finally, I looked into those golden eyes.

The dwarf snorted like a stubborn donkey. He didn't notice his healed wound and continued to rush towards the next prey he had set his eyes on.

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Chapter 20. Battle of Nuln

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Wilden also looked down at the dwarf.

He had never seen a dwarf, and he would have thought the Fader would be short enough.

The dwarf was as tall as a child, but as wide as Wilden.

This made him wonder if this might be a blessing from a certain god. The blessing of the golden tree made humans grow taller, while the blessing of this god made humans shorter and wider.

The dwarf rushed at the rat troll again.

There is a terrifying power in his body. When facing those ratmen, Wilden's double swords may be more efficient, but when fighting against the rat trolls, the dwarf's axe is obviously heavier and more powerful.

Wilden dodged sideways under the hammer attack of a rat troll, and his two swords left many deep wounds on the rat troll's body, but Wilden couldn't cut off the rat troll's thick arms as cleanly as Gotrek.

The twin swords were sharp, but too light.

He stepped back, dodging another blow from the rat troll, and then dropped his swords.

He drew out the great sword of the King's Army that he had always carried on his back but had never used.

The rat troll was already slow in its movements due to the wounds on its body. Wilden dragged the greatsword backwards. There was a mad light flashing in the rat troll's eyes. It opened its mouth, roared loudly, and rushed towards Wilden.

Wilden strode forward, his big feet dropping heavily to block the ashes on the ground, and he lowered his body like a lion about to pounce on its prey, with all the muscles in his body stretched as tight as a bowstring.

The moment the rat troll raised his hand, Wilden chopped with all his strength.

The heavy but sharp sword chopped the monster's head from bottom to top, and it died instantly before it even realized it.

The blood and brain matter were flying higher than that of the rat troll whose head was smashed by Gotrek.

The smelly body fluids dripped onto Felix who was standing beside him. He resisted the urge to wipe it off and focused on facing his own target.

He dodged the rat troll's claws and slashed the sword between two of the rat troll's fingers, following the muscle all the way to the base of the palm. The rat troll screamed and retracted his hand. Felix leaned down again and cut open its belly.

The rat troll screamed like a steam engine, and as it tried to cover its flowing internal organs, Felix's sword tip pierced through its soft jaw into its deformed brain.

Mia was also following the team, but she was always at the back, and the melee in front made it difficult for her to release a large-scale fire prayer.

A flaming whip appeared in her hand, and Mia swung the whip, and the flames whipped towards a rat troll with gray fur. The moment the flaming whip touched the rat troll, Mia let it slip out of her hand.

The flame seemed to have self-awareness and rolled towards the rat troll, wrapping around it almost from head to toe. The entangled fire snake disappeared within a few seconds, but it had completed the task assigned to it by the caster. The rat troll's burning fur crackled, and within a few breaths, the flames on the monster's body shot up high.

The burning pain all over his body obscured all of the Rat Troll's other senses. He roared madly, rolling around on the ground, trying in vain to put out the flames on his body.

This huge rat troll rolled over, and the surrounding rats suffered. A large number of slave rats were crushed to death by the rat troll's rolling.

An experienced mercenary captain raised his hand, and then four or five sharp spears stabbed at the ball of fire rolling on the ground.

Mia observed her surroundings. With the blessing, the mercenaries' combat effectiveness was greatly enhanced. Although not everyone could defeat one or even several rat trolls in a single fight like Gotrek, Wilden, and Felix, human unity played a crucial role at this moment.

The mercenaries surrounded the rat troll like hounds hunting wild boars, and when the opportunity arose they would stab it with their spears.

Several rat trolls died from the mercenaries' spears, and several died from the lead bullets from their muskets. The tall rat trolls were undoubtedly the best targets in the crowd. Archers stood in the buildings on both sides of the street holding firearms of different sizes and fired cold shots at the battlefield below.

More and more people joined the fight against the ratmen. Felix heard the sound of horns and war drums coming from a place in the distance that he could not see. It seemed that the rulers had finally reacted. The green flames burning in the city were neither the wizard's fireworks nor the drunken hallucination, but ratmen were carrying out a massacre in the city.

The soldiers are attacking the ratmen in the city.

The ratfolk, including the rat trolls and their leader, retreated from the street.

Felix wished he could know the whole city, but it was impossible. Here, they had won, but perhaps somewhere else the ratmen had won.