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Vitali walked out from under the towering ancient pine and took the initiative to expose himself in the open space that was not blocked by the branches. More than twenty soldiers who served as baits like him followed the same pattern, provocatively spitting dirty words to the manticore hovering in the sky. Foul language.

But manticores cannot understand language. Their dull brains only focus on eating and hunting.

Dozens of manticores discovered the underground target, and a huge shadow fell with a scream like a heavy hammer hitting steel.

Vitali's eyes were focused on the swooping manticore. He had killed one before, and he knew not to panic when dealing with this kind of monster. When the shadow of the manticore pressed down on Vitali, Boyer Then he suddenly jumped to the side.

The monster was caught off guard and crashed into the snowdrift, but it also subconsciously thrust its tail needle in the direction in which the human was leaving.

Vitali rolled four or five meters in a row before getting up and hiding behind the tree next to him. The monster's tail needle penetrated the ground where Vitali was before. Boyer quickly swung his ax and cut it off.

The monster's shrill cry emboldened Mrs. Kislev, and a dozen soldiers approached the monster together, just like they did against the mutated black bear, and built a simple encirclement net with the help of wire ropes and thick tree trunks.

They can't trap monsters, but they can delay them for a while.

Following its bloodthirsty instinct, the manticore rushed towards the nearby creature and crashed into a spider web made of several iron ropes. The ugly mutant lion held the ropes on its head and approached the mortals who were hurriedly away. The ropes can bear the weight of ten thousand kilograms. Groaning under the weight, the ropes that could not hold up were the knots the soldiers tied on the tree trunks and the trees that had stood for hundreds of years.

Before the monster was about to break through the blockade and kill all the warriors who raised their axes and hammers, Vitali quickly ran towards the manticore from one side, jumped up when he was close, and brought either you to death or me to live. With determination, he smashed the heavy iron ax onto the manticore's head.

The steel ax handle almost broke under the inhuman force, and the strong recoil shook Vitali's hands that were holding the iron ax away. The manticore's screams spread throughout the snow forest, but just being close to death does not stop it. Stop the beast's final rampage.

Human screams of pain were frequently heard from other directions. Not everyone had the same brute strength and reflexes as Vitali. More soldiers panicked when the manticore pounced down, and missed the best chance. opportunity to escape.

The soldiers who escaped earlier and allowed the manticore to react first turned the ambush into a one-sided hunt for the monster; those who were frightened into death directly sacrificed themselves to the tiger.

Vitali no longer cared about the overall situation. Although old Valery had been teaching him to restrain his emotions and always pay attention to the direction of the battlefield, he had no time to react.

The giant claw that the manticore struck before dying was already in front of him, falling in his unwilling sight.

He was not very lucky this time and could not replicate his past hunting experience.

Unbeknownst to the other Boyers, Levich chose the worst possible enemy.

He took away the most soldiers, and most of the hussars were in the Levich army. Only the strongest team could attract the Chaos Lord of the Blood God.

After more than 800 winged cavalry escaped for several days, they all gathered on a raised slope on the grassland south of Zoshenk, resting and waiting for the enemy's arrival.

Fear spread in Da Boye's heart. He knew that he was seeking death. This was how his father died.

If it weren't for an Imperial man named Magnus who was adventuring in Kislev at the time, Levich would have died twenty years ago.

The imperial man later became the emperor. The traders who came and went once said that he was recognized by the Church of Sigmar and stepped into the legendary Ulric Holy Fire in Middenland. He was the living Sigmar, the incarnation of Ulric.

Obviously, he will not come again, because he is already the emperor, not a down-and-out adventure noble. He is the emperor of the empire.

One by one, the winged cavalry put on gorgeous feathers and put on mighty animal skin cloaks for the last time.

All soldiers who grew up on the border knew about the battle twenty years ago, in which thousands of Zoshank's hussars were lost.

Those experienced warriors, the Spear of the North that scared off the Yankees time and time again, all disappeared, and the mentors of many of the field cavalry died here.

All the Winged Cavalry knew that they were seeking death, and it was never a good idea to charge towards the Chaos Warriors, but they had nowhere to retreat.

Where else to go?

Erengrad? The royal city of Kislev? Or Plagg?

forget it!

Death in battle is the fate of soldiers. Rather than die in a foreign land, it is better to pay our last respects to the warriors who once protected the retreat of the people at the place where the Spear of the North was broken twenty years ago.

The daylight in the sky was just right, and the sun stood in the sky behind the hussars, making the armor on the war horses glow with a bright halo.

Wings made of feathers from manticores, hippogriffs and other beasts fluttered in the cold wind, making a soft rustling sound against the wind, like a dead monster moaning.

Are you afraid?

Levich, who was at the front of the cavalry, couldn't help but turn around and ask the people behind him. The hesitant faces had already told Boyer the answer, but the reply he got was just the opposite.

Don't be afraid!

Livich couldn't help but smile. Even if he turned around and looked north, the wind carried his words to every warrior's ears.

I'm a little scared.

More than 800 people fell into a brief silence. I don't know who laughed first. Then, the laughter became one, and Boyer also laughed.

Amidst the laughter of the soldiers, dense drum beats came from the north. Ten mammoths that did not appear to be too distorted carried war drums and pressed towards the south with a sea of ​​​​chaos warriors.

The mammoths, which were much smaller than those towering giant elephants, attracted even more intense ridicule from the winged cavalry. These chaos warriors were not as tall and burly as Levich remembered. Using the evergreen grass as a reference, they seemed to be much smaller.

The profound memories were played back over and over in front of Levi's eyes. They were indeed a little smaller, but Levi had no chance to investigate the reason.

Chaos Lord Maltyr sat on a steel bull of Khorne made of demonic metal. The Chaos Champion riding on the demon raised his spear high, just like the Chaos Lord who destroyed Zoshank twenty years ago, roaring the same battle. Roar.

Skull Sacrifice Seat!

The images in his memory gradually overlapped with reality. Levich subconsciously looked to his side. He did not see his young self holding the flag, only a resolute face that had also just recovered from the hesitation.

The barbarians on the mammoths beat the drums of war feverishly, echoing the Skull Sacrifice. The overwhelming sound of killing did not scare away the hussars, but instead aroused the most fervent fighting spirit in their lives.