The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 328 Titan Shrine
dong~dong~dong~
As the steel giants kept leaving deep footprints on the ground of Clegane Castle, the dull and depressing sound of bells rang throughout the entire castle.

Every time the bell rang, it was as if a sledgehammer had slammed into the chests of the soldiers in the western region, making their faces paler uncontrollably.

Among them were a few weak-minded soldiers who took off their helmets in fear and stroked their nostrils and ears. Looking at the trickling blood on their fingertips, they couldn't help shouting in fear:

"Monster ah ah—"

The ghostly bell made them all see the most frightening thing in life. Even a red-robed knight couldn't bear the terrible pressure. He fell to the city wall bleeding from all his orifices, and died tragically in the corner of the wall.

(I have seen with my own eyes that people who fall from a high altitude will not be smashed into flesh, and human skin is still very tough)

Seeing all the comrades around them die tragically on the city wall inexplicably, the soldiers of the western region who were already uneasy because of the bell sounded even more shaken, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

It's not because they are afraid of death, but because the current situation has completely exceeded their expectations!

After all, Lannister's payment only told them to deal with the ironmen and exile poachers, but never told them to fight giants!

Compared with the simple ancestors of the northern border, the Andals born in the rich western border value immediate interests more, so naturally there is no such thing as loyalty to the Lannister family.

"You cowards, are you planning to run away?!"

However, before the soldiers in the western region were ready to surrender or to resist stubbornly, a terrifying roar that was no less than the sound of a bell came from behind them, followed by a flash of blood:
"Forehead……?!"

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, Moshan suddenly swung the giant sword in his hand that was emitting a cold light, and saw the nearby soldiers of the Western Region who were shaken and chopped in half!

As the unlucky body was thrown into the air, Fort Clegon was splashed with blood, and every hesitant soldier was more or less stained with the blood of the cowardly.

Seeing the terrified eyes of the soldiers around him, Mo Shan casually threw a section of intestines hanging on his body on the ground, raised his blood-stained giant sword and said with a grinning grin:

"According to the war mobilization order issued by Duke Tywin before leaving, all escapees including knights will be killed without mercy. I don't mind my sword being stained with more blood."

This Tywin's mad dog!
Looking at the Demon Mountain covered in the blood of their compatriots, the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but secretly scolded the other side for being cruel and changeable, and then they stuck to their posts obediently.

However, although the practice of the Magic Mountain was cruel, it did greatly alleviate the fear of the illusion brought by the strange bell to the soldiers.

After all, compared to the illusory illusion, the giant sword cut by the Demon Mountain from behind is real!

"I didn't expect that mortals could break the illusion brought by [Titan Shrine]. It seems that the aura emitted by the shrine is still too weak."

On the mountain peak far away from Fort Clegane, Dario's demon pupil was staring at the dozen or so huge silver-armored giants below, and he sighed in surprise.

After all, unlike the previous mortal giants who had not received any blessings, the strength of these Chloe giants is not even underestimated by him:

Originally, they were all sent by Rohan to the 'World of Warhammer' to assist Ang and Ms. Mist in developing the market in Bretonnia and the Southern Kingdom, and the elites among them would be sent to the Temple of Mist in Yris to receive blessings.

After receiving the blessing, the size of these Chloe giants has further increased to a terrifying 18 meters, and the skin that would have been injured by ordinary sharp blades has become as hard as a stone!

Although he dared not use precious Iselama silver in terms of equipment due to material problems, it was still possible to create a set of close-fitting full-body plate armor with the high-quality steel sent from the 'Forging World'.

What's more, the elven craftsmen of the Kingdom of Iris assisted in making the giant's armor, which saved a lot of expenses for Rohan.

As for the shrines behind the Titans, they have a lot of background:
Although it looks like an ordinary mist shrine from the outside, it is actually a huge church that can be put down for believers to pray to the mist lady!

The huge magic silver bell is hung in the hands of the statue of the Misty Lady. It can not only emit a healing halo around by absorbing the devout beliefs of the believers on the battlefield, but also can make anyone who is hostile to the Misty Lady's believers and Demon souls are awed.

Although this magic silver bell, which is used by absorbing the power of faith, is still in the experimental stage, both Rohan and Dario know how terrifying it will be on the battlefield.

Especially in Luo Han's eyes, isn't this an enhanced version of the 'corpse truck'!

This kind of Titan Shrine, which can not only provide the surrounding friendly forces with a "rebirth aura" but also "burn blood aura" to all enemies, is simply a treasure of the holy relic level!
Seeing that the titans have begun to wave their super-large hammers to destroy the walls of Fort Clegon, Dario sneered and said:

"If it weren't for the fact that the Titan Shrine is still in the experimental stage, dealing with Western soldiers with low combat effectiveness like you would be like killing chickens with a bull's knife."

"My lord, Lord Rohan sent an order to say that a wild hunting elf has been found to assume the duties of the headmaster of the Black Tower Academy, so let the trial court focus on the collection of magical knowledge on the other side of the strait."

While Dario was leisurely looking at Fort Clegane, who was constantly howling below, a demon warrior flapped his wings and came behind Dario, reporting the order from Rohan with fanaticism in his eyes.

Different from ordinary Pendor warriors and elf warriors, demon warriors are demon believers who rely entirely on Dario's divine existence, so their first allegiance target is not Rohan and Ms. Mist, but Dario.

However, since the demon gods have sworn allegiance to Rohan, low-level demon fighters can only choose to be loyal to Rohan as well.

"Let a wild hunting elf serve as the principal of the Black Tower Academy. It seems that Lord Lohan is really planning to create a magic force of his own..."

After hearing the order sent by his subordinates, the terrifying face under Dario's mask that had completely lost his skin couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and then said seriously:
"Since Lord Luohan has made up his mind, we can't hide anything anymore. Go and hand in all the magic books collected in the Demon Temple to the Black Tower Academy."

"This... my Lord God, those books are all precious treasures left by the previous devil goddess, do we really want to hand them all in?"

After hearing Dario's speech of "I don't feel sorry for selling my grandfather", the demon warrior couldn't help showing a touch of consternation, and then hurriedly spoke to dissuade him.

However, Dario didn't care about it. After all, he was not very good at studying magic. Instead of letting the precious books eat ashes in the warehouse, it would be better to send them all out.

Thinking of this, Dario waved his hand casually and said:

"Those are just some complicated and useless garbage. Compared with the magic of elves, they are complicated and weak. There is no need to hide them all as treasures."

"Yes... obey."

Seeing that Dario really doesn't seem to care about the wealth accumulated by the demon goddess for tens of thousands of years, the demon warrior at the bottom of the food chain can only choose to obediently obey the other party's orders.

While the two demons on the mountain were still discussing whether to send out the magic books, the battle at Fort Clegane had come to an end:

"Run away, those giants are attacking the city!"

"Those ironmen have also rushed into the city, the defense line can no longer withstand it, everyone run away!"

"Don't retreat, you cowardly and stupid cowards, return to the combat position immediately!"

……

In a rage, the Devil's Mountain crazily beheaded several deserters who tried to escape from the battlefield, but it was completely useless to the collapsed frontline, and the entire Fort Clegane was already in chaos.

Even those red-robed knights who were loyal to the Lannister family were dead and wounded. Although they tried their best to kill some Pendor soldiers who were climbing over the city wall, they quickly disappeared into the crowd.

In the face of the hammer of the titans and the mace of the soldiers of Pendor, any so-called chivalry and courage are nothing but vain lies!

"Damn seven gods of shit, I didn't expect that you would actually let me taste the so-called defeat..."

Seeing that the surrounding western soldiers seemed to have completely fled, even the brave and fearless Magic Mountain had to accept the fact of defeat, so he could only curse helplessly, and ran towards the back of the castle at the same time.

Although he doesn't have a big brain, he still has a little bit of cleverness!

Before the battle started, he had hidden a few fine horses in the stables behind, and now it's time to use them!

However, Demon Mountain, who has never been defeated all his life, did not realize at this moment that his huge and burly body was so conspicuous among the fleeing crowd:
"go to hell!"

A Pendor soldier whose physique was slightly smaller than the Mountain's was violently wielding the mace in his hand, staring fixedly at the flat-topped barrel helmet of the Mountain, revealing a strange fanaticism in his eyes.

He could tell that the Magic Mountain was the most challenging and powerful knight on this battlefield. As long as he could dedicate his head to the temple, he would definitely be favored by Lady Misty.

As long as he can obtain the divine grace of Ms. Misty, then he can become the champion of his company and enjoy the supreme glory!

Under the aura of the Mist (Khorne), he is fearless!

"Huh? Looking for death!"

However, the Devil Mountain is not an ordinary person. Years of brutal fighting and the excessive paralysis of poppy milk have already trained him to have extraordinary fighting instincts, so he directly greeted him with a giant sword in one hand.

Hey~
The sharp giant sword easily blocked the heavy mace of the Pendor soldier, and then the Mountain directly pressed up with its own powerful body, and actually pushed the Pendor soldier back again and again!

Feeling the pressure from his wrist, a smile of excitement appeared on the face of Pender soldier. It had been a long time since he had a slightly disadvantaged contest like this one.

After all, most of the soldiers in the western region are workers who go to get off work just to get off work, and they are eager for extra meals and bear biscuits for dinner.

Although they also received militarized training, compared with the Pandor soldiers in terms of strength, there is still a gap of billions of points.

To be able to find such a powerful opponent is definitely considered lucky!
"I recognize you for your strength. Among all the soldiers I have encountered in the western region, no one I have fought against is better than you. I would like to call you the strongest!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, you bastard!"

Hearing that the other party judged his combat power seriously, Moshan felt that his nose was going to be crooked, and even the strength on the other party's body became a little stronger.

Who is he?
He is the upright Magic Mountain, revered by people as a mountain that can walk, and he thinks he is the bravest warrior in Westeros!
Does such a him need an unknown little miscellaneous soldier to recognize him?
This is a humiliation to him!
"Die ah ah ah-"

Accompanied by the Mountain's roar like a mad dog, the Pendor soldier holding the mace was immediately pushed to the ground by the opponent's sudden burst of force, and he could only stand up his shield in embarrassment to resist the attack of the Mountain.

After all, he was just a Pendor soldier who was dazzled by the glory. Although he was much stronger than the other companions, he was still just a simple Pendor who had not received blessings.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

However, the Devil Mountain obviously didn't intend to let him go. The huge sword he swung with one hand kept falling down like a spinning windmill, as if the next moment he could split this damn shield and cut the enemy below in half.

It's a pity that the magic mountain on the top seems to have forgotten, and at this time he is on the battlefield of defeat:

Snapped--

I saw a huge gap suddenly exploded in the barrel helmet of the Devil Mountain, and blood splashed from the gap instantly, emitting a faint stench of blood.

And that gigantic body, which was honored as being as tall as a mountain, finally flung itself powerlessly at the Pande soldier on the ground who hadn't reacted, almost smashing the poor soldier half to death.

Soldier Pan De's face flushed slightly, and the weight of hundreds of kilograms suddenly pressed on him, instantly making him feel a rush of blood in his heart, so he couldn't help shouting:
"I'm Zhuo, what did this guy eat to grow so big, how could he be so heavy!"

In the battle with the Magic Mountain, he didn't suffer much damage, but he was almost seriously injured by the opponent's corpse, which has to be said to be a tragedy.

"Calm down, young man, although you were almost crushed to death, at least you survived, didn't you?"

Some familiar big hands violently lifted the Demon Mountain corpse on his body aside, and then held the Pendor soldier on the ground to stand up and said softly:

"You can rest at the feet of those giant titans, maybe your injury will heal soon."

"Brother Roland? Didn't you say that Ms. Misty appreciates warriors who use melee weapons more? You actually chose to use a despicable musket to end the battle, okay?"

"Young man, the times have changed, why do you have to stick to the difference between hand-to-hand combat and musketry?"

Hearing the young soldier's inquiry, Roland couldn't help raising the musket in his hand and looked it over carefully, and then persuaded the other party in a serious tone:

"If I can use this musket to kill a big demon of the Four Gods of Chaos, then I can also be blessed by the Misty Lady. If that's the case, why can't I choose a safer method?"

(End of this chapter)