Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 52 Fifty-two · End the war and return to Oak Village

   A tall female elf with one arm hanging from the oak branch above Laren's head.

   She turned her hand to put away her longbow, jumped down, and landed lightly in front of Laren with her toes on the ground.

  The scales swayed like water, reflecting the faint green light. After Katarina brushed the strands of hair hanging down from her sideburns over her pointed ears, the dark green cloak floated in the wind, exuding a faint forest fragrance.

   "This question should be asked by me, right?" Laren raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps standing on the top of the tree can see a more wonderful night view?"

  After the war, the ranger Katarina rarely showed up, and the knights of the kingdom could not guess whether she was in mourning for the dead elves, or whether she was deliberately avoiding everyone.

   "Woodland will make me calm and avoid unnecessary wild impulses." Katarina put her arms around her chest, her tone was flat, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

  Lyren nodded, looking towards the endless wilderness to the north, the vast territory of Midden and Nord, full of forests and swamps.

   In the distance, there is a melodious wolf howling, the wolves are hunting? Or, to defend the territory.

   One person and one elf were alone under the moon, sitting and standing, and both felt a subtle embarrassment.

   After a while, Lailun and Katarina turned to look at each other almost at the same time:

   "When are you leaving..."

   "I have a question for..."

   Looking at each other, the female elf subconsciously looked away, and Lailun smiled silently: "Women first."

   "Hypocritical, there is no such red tape in the forest."

   Katarina was a little displeased with the modesty of the Kingdom Knight, glanced at the latter, and snorted: "If you have any questions, just say it directly! It's not decisive at all."

"just forget it."

  Lyren shrugged and leaned against the oak tree: "I don't want to be beaten for nothing if I ask something I shouldn't ask."

   His past experience had taught him that women are scary, and pretty women are even scarier. As for beautiful female elves, they are not much different from the first two.

"Let's talk about my question first." Seeing Katarina rolling her eyes, Lallen took the lead: "Why did you think of shooting another arrow? To be precise, Kordrog was killed by your arrow. dead."

  The female elf was startled, put one hand on her hip, and said angrily: "Human, didn't you make it clear in your pre-war arrangements?"

   "When you raise that broken hammer, the action begins, and there is light, which is to let us focus and shoot."

   "Oh yes." Lallen nodded noncommittally.

  The ranger Katarina can shoot the "Lone Wolf" Kordrogg with precision and accuracy in just a few seconds. The wood elf's reaction ability is indeed very fast.

   If the Norsca Warlord, the Wood Elf's Star Rockets are focused at the beginning of the war, it is difficult to cause effective damage to Kordrogg.

It's just that in the last second of Sigmar's Chosen state, Laylen added "exile power" to the Hammer of Heram, causing the latter to fall into a brief dizziness, and coupled with a series of battles, it almost shattered the Khorne champion warrior. With the Demon Plate Armor, Katarina has a chance to kill Kordrogg.

   "It's a good cooperation." Lailen said sincerely: "I look forward to working with you next time."

   "Huh~" Under the mask, Katarina sneered.

   She looked up and down the kingdom knight with complicated eyes, and said bluntly: "Human, there are too many secrets in your body. In my decades of experience, you are the most special one."

   "Really, I'm honored to be the most special one." Lallen pretended not to care.

"Explain the two bursts of light. At the moment when they exploded, I felt the breath of the wind of light. Obviously, you have mastered some kind of magic." Katarina's real eyes, like two daggers, turned Laylen dissects layer by layer.

   "You mean this?"

  The knight of the kingdom raised his right hand.

   A milky white light group the size of a sphere floated in his palm, emitting a faint warmth to the surrounding area, illuminating the ground around the oak tree.

   Katarina is not the first time to see the power of magic. In the Lauren Loren Forest, the Tree Whisperer is good at using the magic of Jiron, the wind of life, to feed the trees and heal the wounded.

   She felt the power of purity from the light group in Laren's palm.

  The female elf stretched out her white palm, and her fingertips touched the light ball, causing faint ripples. Katarina murmured incredulously, "Wind of Light."

   "That's right, condensed by pure winds of light," Lallen explained.

   At the same time, he put his hands together and twisted slowly.

  More and more spots of light floated out of Lallen's body and converged on his palm along his arm. The light group became brighter and brighter, and the outermost layer expanded to the size of a palm.

  Lairn's eyes signaled Katarina to step back, and the latter realized it and jumped a few meters, leaving enough room for the Kingdom Knights to demonstrate.

   "Look at how it blooms like this!"

   As soon as he finished speaking, Lailun suddenly separated his hands. The condensed ball of light lost the constant replenishment of light points, and the interior became extremely unstable. In an instant, it burst open, shaking a circle of dust.

   "Cough cough."

  Lyren waved his hand, fanning away the dust, his eyes clear. "Did you see clearly?"

  A light wind magic upgraded based on the Flare spell—Light of Banishment.

  The user can control the range and power of the explosion. When fighting the Norsca army, the most powerful light of exile consumes half of the magical wind reserves in Lallen's body at one time.

   It's perfect for fighting against massive Norsca warriors.

   "Human, you won't be the chosen one, right?" Katarina's eyes were complicated, she couldn't figure out how an ordinary human knight could have such power.

  Lyren was silent, just slowly unbuttoning his collar, exposing a large area of ​​his skin.

   "Hey! What are you doing?" Katarina's eyes were full of vigilance. She subconsciously took a few steps back and held the obsidian dagger hidden behind her backhand.

   "Show you the holy seal on my chest." Lailun raised one eyebrow and said innocently, "Otherwise, how would I prove my identity?"

The    Kingdom Knight's button stopped above his abdomen, and he took off his left shirt, revealing a striking scar branded on his chest, the pattern of which was very similar to that of a twin-tailed comet.

  The two golden tail flames symbolize the incomparably powerful human warrior two thousand years ago. Under its dazzling brilliance, even the power of chaos was devastated.

   "Katarina, the real Sigmar's choice is right in front of you." In the light, Laren said.

  Empire Calendar 2502, October 22, seven days have passed since the battle to defeat the Norsca army.

The   Draven army began to move south, retreating to the Earl of Draven.

   There are more than 170 people left in this army.

   In other words, the combined army of the Earl of Delavan and the Baron of Yon left only more than 170 people.

  The news that the army of Baron Jorn was ambushed by the Beastmen War Gang spread rapidly, and Baron Jorn himself was killed in the ambush.

   There were more than 600 soldiers of the Baron of Jon, only thirty or so panicked militiamen, and a dozen horsemen led by Sir Yogg Jon, who was terrified along the way, struggled to retreat to the town of Ann Oberg in the Baron.

   The Draven army lost nearly one-third of its soldiers, lived up to expectations, beheaded the Norsca warlord "Lone Wolf" Kordrog, eliminated the Norsca army, and saved hundreds of the Empire's citizens.

  A soldier of the Earl of Delavan, who has returned with a reward, is on his way home.

  Clear, Laylen and others can finally return to their respective territories, and prepare to spend the winter in earnest and prepare for the upcoming Winter Veil Festival.

Lailun recalled that the nearly 1,000 troops assembled in the reindeer camp when the war started, but now there are only more than 170 people from the Earl of Delavan. Among them, the huge gap in numbers and the painful price paid made him sigh. endlessly.

   Nearly 800 people were buried forever on the battlefield against Chaos.

The recruited soldiers talked loudly about the spoils they got, as well as the few silver and copper coins that their lords rewarded. The few remaining ranger knights have gone through several battles. They have already transformed, and their hearts have gradually become calm, no longer the same as when the war started. What a huh.

   Three of the ranger knights were selected by the captain of the White Wolf Knight Company, Krill, because of their outstanding military exploits, and became the honorable apprentice White Wolf Knights, waiting for them to go to the headquarters of the White Wolf Knights in Middenheim City and pass a series of assessments.

   Over time, three white wolf knights will take on the responsibility of protecting the empire.

  The soldiers of Oak Village have experienced the test of blood and fire. They have passed the recruit stage and become real veterans, and they are also the mainstay of Lallen's command.

  As for the arrangement of the rescued imperial people, it has been discussed, and Laylen only paid 150 gold coins and a part of the spoils, and took all 227 people into the bag.

  The scene of the fierce battle between the knights of the kingdom and the warlord of Norsca left a very deep memory for all knights. In terms of merit and reward, Laylen is also entitled to take the most spoils.

  The knights simply sold Laren a face in order to make a good impression in front of the chosen ones.

More than a dozen dwarves from the Stonehelm clan, also led by the dwarf patriarch Langone Stonehelm, settled in Oak Village. Most of the dwarves are excellent blacksmiths that Ryren is in short supply, especially Langone Stonehelm, a green product. Tier hero.

   The characteristic of the dwarf patriarch [Skilled Craftsman], the effect +5% chance to create rare equipment, and the output efficiency of the workshop +20%.

   Thinking of the future Oak Village army, all armor and weapons forged by dwarves, Laylen can wake up with a smile.

  After the battle, the woodland guards of the wood elves did not leave directly, and many of their wounded were inconvenient to move.

   In addition to the winter season, the path through the trees in Lauren Loren Forest cannot be enabled, and the monsters wandering in the deep forest in winter are mostly hungry and thorny enemies. It is obviously unwise to return to Lauren Loren Forest now.

   Katarina was also recruited by Lallen, so she followed Lallen to Oak Village for repairs, and waited for the winter to pass before the wood elves returned to the forest.

   Along the way, the clansmen of Langone had quarreled with the wood elves more than once, especially the dwarf patriarch Langone Stonehelm, who was the loudest in every quarrel.

   The long-bearded dwarf's stubborn prejudice against pointed ears can't be eased for a while. In addition, he likes to chatter, and almost every round of quarrel is initiated by the dwarf.

  Although the Sons of the Mountains are famous for their high stamina, their inherently short legs are destined to move slowly.

  In the beginning, when the dwarf and the elves were arguing and chasing each other, the elves were often able to shake off the dwarves by a dozen or so meters if they dodged.

  Laylen specially vacated an empty carriage to carry the dwarves. He really couldn't stand the stop-and-go marching rhythm. Every time he waited for the dwarves to step in, it was a torture.

   For this reason, the knights of the kingdom almost broke their tongues, and only reluctantly persuaded the dwarf patriarch Langoni to agree to ride the carriage.

   "Grimnir is here! I'm sick of seeing pointed ears!" Rangni Stonehelm, who was sitting on the carriage, slowly stroked his white beard, in the carriage at the forefront of the marching line, shouting loudly.

  Imperial dwarves are accustomed to using High Gothic, the official language of the Empire.

   Several "moustache" dwarves echoed: "Me too! Me too!"

   "It's annoying to see pointed ears!"

   "I spit out the barley bread I ate in the morning!"

   They raised their heads, their nostrils turned towards the wood elves in the middle of the line.

  The grey-clothed maid Katarina rode an imperial warhorse, only one head behind Lallen.

   Under the hood, the amber eyes glanced at the dwarf casually, and snorted coldly in Elvish language: "Short stack"

   Dwarves can't understand Elvish, but they know that as long as it comes out of their pointed ears, it must be bad!

   "Brother Lallen! What are you talking about with that pointed ear next to you?" the longbearded dwarf shouted, grabbing the family rune hammer in one hand, intending to give the wood elf rangers some color.

  Kingdom knight pinched his brows. These days he can only be a peacemaker. Every time the two sides quarrel, he is required to come forward to make a rescue, which can be said to be heartbroken.

  There is no way, only Lallen can speak Elvish and act as an interpreter between the wood elves and the dwarves.

   "Lord Langone, Katarina is just complaining about the weather." The Kingdom Knight told a lie.

   The pale and feeble explanation obviously could not cover the long-bearded dwarf.

   In his dubious eyes, the dwarf patriarch also snorted coldly and put down the rune hammer in his hand.

   He said in a loud voice, "Okay then! Brother Laylen, tell her, don't try to insult us dwarves! Otherwise, I'll give her a taste of forging hammers myself!"

   Another contradiction was resolved, anyway, the dwarves could not understand the Elvish language, so the coping was over.

   Gradually leave the forest, the distance between the trees becomes larger, and the bushes become sparser, indicating that they are not far from the settlement.

   "I'm complaining about the weather?" Katarina smiled coquettishly. She looked at Lallen's profile and asked in Elvish language, "Why don't you tell the truth to this little bastard?"

  Kingdom knights do not have any expression changes.

"Do you still want to quarrel with the long-bearded dwarf?" Lallen glanced back at her and said lightly in Elvish language: "I remember that when someone quarreled with Langone in private the day before yesterday, they were all crying in anger. "

   "Human, Kunos will curse you! Forget it for me!" Katarina was anxious and angry, and just wanted to retort, but she didn't know what to say.

   "Damn short stack, wait until I get back to the forest" Her mask muffled the sound.

   At this moment, the long-bearded dwarf suddenly shouted: "Brother Lallen! This pointy ear has repeated that word for the third time!"

   "She's definitely insulting me!"

  Lairen let out a long sigh, the cold wind blowing across his face, and before he knew it, a human village appeared at the end of his field of vision.

  The soldiers of Oak Village cheered:

   "Go home!"

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   (end of this chapter)