Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 34 The Mysterious Altar of the Brass Fortress

  While Laylen was training the militiamen, a sentry militiaman suddenly ran to the school grounds, saying that a group of white wolf knights were coming from the northwest.

   You don’t have to think about it, the only white wolf knight who will come to Oak Village in the Earl of Delavan is Kriel.

   "Assemble all!" Lailun put away the military stick in his hand and said to the sentry militia, "Go and call the crossbow squad."

"Yes!"

   Not long after, on the dirt road in the east of the village, a group of more than ten people was running towards the school grounds.

   Albert, who led the way, trotted to Laren's side and saluted with a puzzled face. "Sir, what happened?"

  The crossbowmen had their crossbow machines on the strings and were ready to fight, thinking that there was an invasion by foreign enemies.

   "No big deal, let the crossbowmen put down their strings, and guests are here."

  Laylen waved his hand, signalling the later crossbowmen to return to the line, and said loudly: "All line up, run to the intersection of the village north!"

   The sound of uniform footsteps, accompanied by the slogan of "One, Two, One", a clear line of teams marched along the dirt road outside the village to the predetermined position.

   When a group of white wolf knights arrived, they were greeted on both sides of the road, only soldiers standing straight as pine.

  The militiamen kept their eyes fixed, everyone held their heads high, and some had some bruises on their arms, which looked like they had been trained a lot.

   "It's interesting! Laren has a good way of training!"

  Clear sat on the horseback and smiled at the white wolf knight behind him.

   He swept around, and all the militiamen remained motionless, like dozens of wooden stakes.

   "Claire Anluoxian!"

  The lord of Oak Village, the kingdom knight Laren walked out of the intersection, opened his arms, and greeted him with a smile.

   The captain of the White Wolf Knight Company rolled over and dismounted, laughing loudly, disregarding etiquette for a bear hug with the other party, without the restraint of a knight at all.

   "Good boy! What? Let these **** stand here and demonstrate to me An Luo first?"

   "There is no such thing."

  Lyren smiled and said, "Pull it out and let you judge the pros and cons."

   "What else to judge? With this spirit, it is comparable to that old boy's provincial army in Todd Bullinger!"

   While speaking, Krill observed these militiamen carefully, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, the soldiers standing on both sides of the road were really not transferred from the outpost?

   "If I had known earlier that you would be good at training, I wouldn't let the eldest brother seal you out. Let's just leave the hundreds of people in Bray Town to you!"

The    kingdom knight smiled and led the white wolf knights to the lord's longhouse.

   In order to express his welcome, Lallen specially instructed the affairs officer Pittman to prepare more barbecued meat. The wolves love meat, and the knights who worship the white wolf are even more keen on it.

There is a row of wide long tables in the hall of the lord's longhouse. As the lord, Lallen naturally sits in the first seat. On the left is the white wolf knight headed by Kriel, and on the right are the managers of Oak Village, Pittman and Jia. Wen and Albert were sitting at the table.

Large plates of roasted mutton and stewed soup are constantly being served in the hall. The fire is booming in the two fireplaces, and a steady stream of heat is sent to the long house. Although the late autumn in the north is not as cold as winter, the cool breeze blowing across the face makes you shiver with less clothes. .

   Whenever the temperature of Midden Collar is mentioned, Lallen can't help but wonder what kind of magical power is in the more northern country of Kislev that supports the lives of the people of Kislev.

   "Lauren, do you have enough food in your village to survive the winter?"

Krill ate meat without seeing any other place. As he spoke, he was tearing off a fat and tender leg of roast lamb. His palms were oily. The temperature in the long house gradually increased. Tilted to the side.

   "I bought more food from the Merchant Guild a few days ago. I estimate that it can last until next summer."

  The first knight of the kingdom put down the wooden wine glass, and the maid next to him was ingenious and refilled a glass of sweet wine for him.

The latter nodded, hearing that there was still food, and after swallowing a large piece of roasted meat, he asked the doubts in his heart: "How did you train your soldiers? I remember when I came here last time, I didn't see it. Such an imposing soldier just now."

  Laylen put down the glass and replied: "It's very simple, according to the provincial army standards, strengthen their discipline."

   "In the most basic formations, marching, and swivels, they will be taught to use weapons only after they have worked hard and laid a solid foundation."

   "It's as simple as that? I see that your soldiers are all full of energy, and obviously have strong logistics. Is it possible that this year's Oak Village will have a bumper harvest for every household?"

  Krill continued to ask, his knowledge of the soldiers in Oak Village remained on the level of the conscripts.

  The lord has limited money and food, and it is impossible to support a large number of soldiers who are only spending money and food. Oak Village is still a small village with a total of less than 200 people. There is no reason to train the soldiers he saw.

   Soon, he thought of a possibility and asked: "Is it possible that you will pay for them to solve the logistical problems for them?"

  Lyren nodded slightly.

  Krill was stunned, and he shouted: "My lord! Is there a gold mine in this Oak Village? Laren! You didn't find a treasure, did you?"

  The bard loves to compose stories of miracles. People in the old world love to hear "pie from the sky", hoping that they can become the characters in the story and enjoy everything in life from now on.

   "Did you forget the 200 gold coins that Earl Draven gave me?" Lallen said leisurely, picking up the liqueur bottle and refilling the glass in front of him.

   Hearing this, Krill didn't eat the roasted meat on the big plate, raised his head and sighed, as if he felt sorry for the money Laren spent.

After three rounds of wine, in the face of Laylen's generous reception, the White Wolf Knights also gave the lord of Oak Village enough face. Belly, leaning contentedly on the wooden chair.

  Satiated and good to talk about things, the city defense chief of Bray Town came to Oak Village for no reason to have a meal.

  The maid in the long house quickly removed the banquet, and the hall was also slightly clean.

  Lyren was the first to ask: "Claire, when you came this time, something must have happened, let's be honest, does the Count have a task for me to do?"

   "I, Kriel, like to talk to people like you! I never beat around the bush, be straightforward!" The captain of the White Wolf Knight Company leaned on the back of the wooden chair and raised his hand in approval.

   "Please speak."

   "Then I won't hide it anymore." Krill sat up straight and asked tentatively, "Laylen, do you know the Brass Fortress?"

   "Brass Fortress?"

  Lyren chewed on the place name and nodded.

This notorious fortress, located in the central mountains of the northern Hawkland, was once haunted by necromancers and is now a paradise for followers of Chaos. A daring hunter ventured into it a few years ago. When he returned, he was insane, only telling others that the brass fortress was filled with countless demons.

  Krill lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "The Norsca invasion at the beginning of the year was for an altar in the Brass Fortress."

   "Altar?" The curiosity of the kingdom knight was aroused. "The Brass Fortress has existed since the time of the Three Emperors. For hundreds of years, I don't know how many treasures have been lost in it. An altar. It's not worth the Norsca invasion."

   "I didn't believe it at first either."

  Crier said in a serious tone, word by word: "This information was extorted from the mouth of a Norsca warlord who was captured by the imperial army, and it was the Knight Commander of the White Wolf Knights who did it himself."

  The White Wolf Knights have been famous for a long time, and all the inner ring knights are legendary powerhouses, not to mention the inner ring knight commander who has done it himself. In this way, the credibility of the information is greatly improved.

  Lyren asked: "What kind of altar is it worth the Norsca sending 20,000 people to **** it?"

"I don't know about this either." Krill shook his head, and after a little pondering, he said: "The knight commander only said that the altar is related to a **** of shadows. learned."

   Albert on the right heard it, and said loudly: "Continue to ask. Isn't it clear?"

   "If I really wanted to be able to ask, I would have already asked." Krill snorted coldly and glanced at him. "The key is that after the Norsca warlord said the words 'God of Shadows', he died violently on the spot in my lord's temple and turned into a pool of pus."

   "Turns into pus? How is this possible?" Albert's eyes widened in disbelief.

  Lyren was silent for a while, and explained: "The curse of oath, the Norsca warlord must have made some kind of oath, and it is an extremely powerful oath. Once he opens his mouth to reveal a certain key, the curse will come true immediately."

   The oath of life made to Chaos, once violated, let alone in the Temple of Uric, even if it was hidden in the highest part of Middenheim, in the never-extinguishing white wolf holy flame, it would be of no avail.

   "What we don't know at the moment, only the altar in the brass fortress belongs to which 'God of Shadows' belongs."

  Empire's "God of Thieves" and "Mor of Death", "Bard" of Brittany and even "Death of Dwarves", their powers cover "Shadow".

"But these have nothing to do with us. How many corpses of the Imperial Army are there on the road leading to the Brass Fort? I don't think there are 100,000, but there should be 50,000." Lailun stared at Krill, he didn't I believe that the Earl of Draven will send his kingdom knights to the Brass Fortress to die.

   "It really doesn't have much to do with us."

  Clear nodded and said truthfully. "There is a group of Norsca remnants fleeing in the Baron of Yorn adjacent to the Deravan. The Yankees occupied a village called "Sien" in the Baron."

   "According to information, the Norsca people will kill all the villagers in Xi'an Village, and then pass a grand blood sacrifice to make them demons."

   "Is it ascending the devil?"

  Laylen frowned, Chaos is extremely difficult to deal with for many reasons, one of which is the Ascension of Demons.

The most specific example of    is Khorne believers. The more heads they cut off and the more blood they sacrificed, the more unimaginable "rewards" they would get.

  After being promoted to a demon, the believer will turn from a mortal to a demon. As the frontier of Khorne, what is more, he will be promoted to the demon prince of the corresponding Chaos God, with a huge body like a big demon and unimaginable power.

However, the probability of being promoted to a demon prince is extremely low. Those Norsca people will most likely become distorted and unconscious Chaos Eggs. From then on, they will no longer be inhuman, leaving only a mass of disgusting creatures with blood and flesh, and they will be reduced to Chaos Evil Gods. plaything.

   But even so, they are not something that extraordinary people can handle.

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   (end of this chapter)