Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 358 On the Power of Ten Vaal Hammers
The Vaal priests moved quickly, and the anvils symbolizing the church were lifted to a position not far from the fortress, ready to vent the wrath of the forging god to the Norscans inside.

The metallic clang of a hammer hitting an anvil came from the priest's hand, sounding the death knell of the enemy.

The sonorous and forceful echoes reached the inside of the fortress, making the chief of Norsca extremely impatient. Of course he knew what these blind priests were doing, and there were hundreds of priests outside, which meant that at least there would be Ten rounds of Vaal hammers smashed into the fortress.

"Damn it, why did these Caledonian elves come to Lustria, and they were the king himself."

The chief didn't want to die here, but he also didn't want to be killed by the Caledor elves as a chaotic follower, so he could only choose to delay the time first, and then find a way to escape.

A flag of Skogie's octagonal skull was waved over the fortress, signaling to the attackers that they wanted to negotiate.

At this time, Prince Caledor, who was standing not far away and looked at the rather shameful flag with his arms crossed, couldn't help but sneer ironically. The flag with the octagonal imprint still wanted to surrender?To die obediently is the best belonging.

Stopping Masnow who wanted to ask whether to negotiate, the Dragon Prince said a rule to the champion warrior,
"For chaos, we must not have the slightest hesitation. This fortress will be turned into ruins, and all the people inside will die."

Not all the Norscans believe in Chaos devoutly. Some people who leave the northern frozen land and go to the empire even believe in Urik, and then serve as mercenaries for the empire to maintain their lives.But Imrik didn't intend to waste time identifying whether the survivors were followers of Chaos, and killed them as soon as they needed to, without so many things to think about.

Compared with this labor force, Prince Long prefers to keep the territory stable.

"Yes."

Maslow didn't have much thought about this. After fighting for so many years, he had long since wiped out the little sympathy he had for the enemy. Only dead enemies are the best, including enemies that may become in the future. .

Priest Vaal's siege technique came as promised. After the most violent roar of the anvil, more than a dozen giant magic hammers that could crack mountains and rocks slammed into the fortress. Even more deadly is the hammer magic aimed at the center of the city.

Val has never stipulated that only the hammer can only hit the city wall, and the most devout priest of Ulthuan can undoubtedly use the power of this magic spell even more terrifyingly.

Bricks, stones, and wooden piles were crushed into powder, and the people inside were also shattered under the huge impact, and mixed with the collapsed building into a mass of sand, wood chips, and flesh and blood. Has died in this fortress that has guarded the Norscans for thousands of years.

What is more deadly is undoubtedly the siege spell cast by Vaal Hammer. Under the leadership of the supreme mage Rhonin of the Flame Tower, the Flame Mage condensed a huge fireball like the sun above the fortress.

The fireball radiated scorching heat, and the blazing light blinded the eyes. There was no shadow to stay below, but the most terrifying thing was that the fireball was constantly falling, like a sun flying towards the fortress.

Imrik saw the despair in the eyes of the man waving the flag on the city wall, as well as the pleading to himself, but he was still indifferent, just watching the death flame fall into the fortress.

The strong light shrouded the eyes. First, there was a burst of intense flame blasting and spreading to the surroundings with the impact, and then the mixture of sand, sawdust, and flesh and blood was burned into black charcoal. There is no so-called burnt smell, because everything has been burned. Exhausted.

In just four hours, Skoggie had lost a thousand years of Lustrian colonial history, and perhaps some strongholds were hidden in the jungle, but Imric thought it was only a matter of time before they were dealt with.

Thousands of fresh lives were crushed to death and burned to death. Endless resentment lingered here, vaguely forming a cohesive unjust soul in the air, but through the great protection power, these chaotic creatures were quickly wiped out. The soul is purified.

After seeing that the fortress had been resolved, Imrik waved his hand to signal the operation to continue. The next step was to let the army establish checkpoints and guard points on the periphery, and then clean up the junk left by the Norscans.

Years of colonization in Lustria gave Skogi unimaginable wealth, and the regular plundering of Druzzi to the north was some delicate toys. Although most of them should be pulverized by siege spells, they might Take some back.

When walking towards the pier, Imrik asked Davian, who was in charge of logistics, to say a few words,

"First set up a camp, then make a temporary pier that can berthed, throw the corpses outside to pile up and burn, and treat the wounded as best as possible. If the conditions on the spot do not allow it, then send it to Saffrey, and let Priest Vaal turn off the fire as soon as possible. Rising, I have a hunch something is going to happen next."

Holding the report card, Davian nodded to express his understanding, and immediately urged the soldiers to send the supplies to the designated place as soon as possible. Today's weather is not bad, but in a place like Lustria, there might be a violent storm tomorrow. These 6000 people must be settled quickly.

Teams of soldiers threw the corpses on the ground onto the trailers and pulled them to the surrounding open space. Plague was always a demon haunting the battlefield, and the hot and humid environment of Lustria was more likely to cause viruses to breed, so we had to take extra precautions.

The Kislev soldiers who had quite a lot of camping experience took over the work of building the camp. Often an ax, a shovel, and some wood could quickly become a solid wooden house in their hands.

The permafrost in the north has bred a tenacious and unyielding nation, who can use any available items to maintain their lives, not to mention places like Lustria. A large number of people are sent to the edge of the forest to cut logs in the distance, which is to expand the living space. The point is also to look for materials.

As the leader, Imrik naturally didn't have to compete with his soldiers for this kind of work. The first thing he did when he returned to the port was to let the mage contact the court.

After waiting for a while, Etila's familiar crisp voice came from the Philosopher's Stone,
"Are you all right? Those Norscans are not easy to mess with. Don't make me a widow just after getting married."

Although this sentence is a bit stinging, who can hear the concern, and as the party involved, Imrik took the Philosopher's Stone from the mage, and said with a smile,
"You don't believe your husband, maybe I have to come back and let you try my skills?"

The other end obviously paused for a while, and just when Imrik thought the magic was interrupted and was about to let the mage reconnect, he finally heard his wife's voice,
"Okay, come back quickly. It seems that you haven't been taught enough. It's best to see you tonight."

Several mages around heard it clearly, and they looked at the prince with a little weird look. After all, such words sounded like they were discussing some private matters.

Noticing the mage's eyes, Imrik coughed twice intentionally, trying to change the subject,
"Ahem, let's talk about this later. Now that you want the Bianchi family's construction team to come to Lustria first, we need to build a small outpost by the sea first to prevent those Druzzi from making trouble."

Etila also knew the urgency of the matter. Although she was not worried about Imrik's safety, she thought that after only half a month of marriage, she left herself in Caledon and went to Lustria to fight alone. Resentment.

"Well, then I'm here too. I believe Sir Randy is more experienced in handling domestic affairs than I am. I can help you manage the colony when I come here."

Imrik felt that this was a lie on the spot. After Etila got the new chariot, she almost slept on it. She must have come to try the effect, and it is impossible to manage the colony honestly.

But after thinking about it, there is a high probability that I will go to the golden TC city of the lizard people in the future. Etila is not a vase princess, and coming to Lustria can stabilize the morale of the army and make myself feel more at ease.

So he answered her, "Okay, you come along too, but the premise is that you don't bring that Twilight Wheel."

"Okay, dear husband, how could I not listen to your opinion." Etila replied with a smile, but it was up to Imrik to take care of whether to bring it or not.

(End of this chapter)