Chapter 126 · Survival of the disaster (please subscribe)

"Charge!" Three hundred Rick Guards, led by Rick Marshal Kurt Helberg, killed all the barbarian warriors in the wilderness like a whirlwind. A few pioneers rode in the direction of the trackers and the knights were traveling in the direction of the escapees.

They recaptured the occupied farm and rescued more than fifty prisoners. Tonight was a victory for the empire.

Luther Huss, who was covered in glory, sat down on the ground with his war hammer. Pious mortals do not have superhuman physiques. Continuous fighting consumes the most physical and mental energy. If possible, the battle priest would choose an inhumane posture.

, fell asleep, and the imperial captain who put away his giant sword limped over and sat next to him. The damn barbarian hit him hard on the waist and ribs, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

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The soldiers responsible for breaking up the rear felt that they were still facing disaster. They sat back to back, lying on the ground, and looked with envy at the knights riding tall horses in the wilderness chasing the Norscans.

"Huh~" The imperial captain took down a pot of water bag, pulled out the leather stopper, and drank a large amount of water. He raised his face and poured the water on his head, which seemed to wash away the lead, and handed the water bag to Lu

Ser-Hus: "Lord Hus, can you recognize the coat of arms on those knights' shields?"

"Under the crown stands a golden griffin holding a hammer, and two long swords are crossed above the crown." Luther Hus looked at it with attention. He kept searching for the heraldry books he had studied in his mind. Soon, he gave

The answer is: "The coat of arms of the golden griffon with a hammer, the Schlistein family of Reich, the family of Emperor Karl Franz, the crossed swords mean knights, the crown symbolizes the emperor, they are the Reik Guards

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At this time, a string of rhythmic horse neighing sounded from behind Luther Huss, and a rich and magnetic voice came into his ears: "The analysis is very correct. Have you studied heraldry?"

"I worked as an acolyte in the Sigma Church in Bray Town for several years." Luther Hus said as he stood up and turned around to see a tall knight with a big white beard and an armored horse. He was wearing a hat.

Gorgeous, with a kite helmet decorated with wings on both sides, the dark brown iris is swaying with the cold wind. His body is covered by a set of blessed fine iron full-body plate armor. He holds a long sword that emits golden light, making his whole person look fine.

He was full of energy, and several Rick guards followed him respectfully.

"Oh? Priests of Sigmar in the north are really rare." Marshal Rick noticed the ring on Luther Hus' forehead, and his tone was quite surprised. It was a symbol of a priest that could only be worn with the approval of the church. Helberg glanced at it roughly

A glance at the dozens of dead bodies in the wilderness: "Have you just experienced a battle? If you can rush to the south faster, those soldiers will not die here in vain."

"Lord Knight Rick, they sacrificed their lives to protect Charlemagne's people, and they deserve to be remembered by everyone." Luther Hus retorted coldly.

"Speak with respect, Priest! The person in front of you is Marshal Rick!" A Rick guard rode forward and yelled.

Kurt Helberg raised his hand to signal the Rick guards to step back, and stared at the young face of the battle priest: "You are right, young man, they are heroes who save ordinary people, but the dead cannot speak.

, they have no way of knowing the honors awarded after death."

"I cannot agree with your point of view, Lord Knight."

"You will understand in the future, young northern priest." Marshal Rick was not angry. He admired the young man with drive and perseverance. He noticed the blood stains on Luther Huss's body and the serious damage to his half-armor. Heilberg closed

He raised the Sword of Torment, took out a small bottle of healing potion and threw it over: "Young priest, the rusty blades of the barbarians can easily cause blood rust. This place is more than a hundred miles away from Sesonmund, which is enough to induce the disease.

, if you don’t want to collapse suddenly during the journey, just drink this bottle of potion.”

"Thank you." Luther Huss took the potion and nodded to express his gratitude. He drank the potion in one gulp, and a refreshing sweet and fruity aroma filled his lips and teeth, and a warmth extended to his limbs.

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"Spread-winged sea eagle coat of arms, did you escape from Port Deters?" Kurt Helberg looked at the shield patterns of soldiers lying or sitting on them: "It is not easy to escape here from a fallen port city.

, did you encounter any special circumstances along the way?"

"No, Sir Knight Rick, there are raiders and pursuers of the Yankee barbarians everywhere. Originally, more than 300 people, 60 or 70 soldiers, and more than 20 imperial knights escaped. Now all of them combined.

Less than two hundred people." The imperial captain responded, his tone full of emotion when he spoke: "We witnessed with our own eyes the giant mammoth war elephant of the barbarians breaking open the iron gate, and there were thousands of Yankee longships and dragon ships blocking the claws.

At the seaport, in the early stage of defending the city, it could barely withstand the continuous attacks. On the day the city was breached, several fireballs fell from the sea, directly blowing holes in the city wall."

"After the city was broken, I saw several demon armored ships docked outside the port, and more than a hundred black heavily armored Zaar dwarves stepped off the bridge." Luther Hus said in a deep voice, the barbarians hired

The news that the Chaos Dwarves had been killed was too important, and it meant that the Norscan army had powerful siege weapons that were not weaker than heavy artillery.

"Chaos Dwarf." Marshal Rick's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Your information is crucial, I will inform the Emperor Karl Franz immediately."

"How did you escape?" asked a captain of Rick's Guards.

The imperial captain stared at Luther Hus with reverence: "It was Lord Hus who saved us."

Kurt Helberg glanced at the young priest again. He turned the horse's head and ordered to Captain Rick's Guards beside him: "Sir Deejay Lorraine, arrange the horses and take the refugees first."

Return to our military camp. The early autumn wilderness in the Kingdom of Nord is very dangerous, especially at this special time. Prepare some stew in the military camp and treat them well!"

"Sound the horn, it's time for us to return!"

"Understood, Marshal!"

As soon as the tired soldiers heard that there was broth to drink, they immediately became energetic. Even having a full meal on the way to escape was a luxury.

This group of northern country bumpkins was too ridiculous. Sir Deejay Lorraine said, "Please, Pastor."

"Wait." Luther Hus turned around and looked at the sacrificed soldiers silently: "I want to burn the bodies of the victims first. They died fighting for ordinary people, and their souls will never be allowed to be desecrated by the undead again."

Sir Deejay Lorraine paused, nodded and said: "Okay, hurry up."

The military horses domesticated by the Rick Guards are all well-bred, and there are dedicated horse servants responsible for feeding and training. The knights who are only loyal to the emperor naturally receive the best treatment. The emperor's family's stud farm often comes from the opposite side of the Gray Mountains.

The Kingdom of Knights imported high-quality horse breeds and bred exclusive mounts for the Rick Guards. They are all tall and huge horses with neat and wide teeth. Even though they are wearing heavy armor, the Rick Guards are not tired and run quickly in the wilderness.

Not long after, a brightly lit and well-defended imperial military camp appeared in front of Luther Hus and others. What came into view was a large camp composed of countless red-roofed tents, wooden walls, sentry towers, and stables.

There are more than 4,000 imperial and provincial legionnaires, and hundreds of knights are still ready to go even late at night.

Red-roofed, blue-and-white-roofed, and yellow-roofed tents were scattered in an orderly manner, separated and set up along the criss-crossing dirt roads inside the large camp. A large number of battle flags and heraldic flags were fluttering in the autumn wind of the Kingdom of Nord, almost in every province of the empire.

Logo can be found here.

The refugees' hearts that had been hanging around were relieved for a moment. Those halberdiers in neat military uniforms, with shiny armor and cold light reflecting from the edges, the great swordsmen holding sharp swords at an angle, the troops in Port Ditus

Compared with these southern armies, there is a huge difference. You can intuitively feel the difference just from their mental outlook.

"All dismount, there will be someone responsible for leading you to the stables, follow these swordsmen, they will take you to the tents that have been set up to rest!" The Rick guard on horseback shouted to the refugees:

"If you want to drink the warm stew, please be quick!"

The refugees gathered together timidly. They took off their luggage and lined up tightly, fearing that the knight in front, who was wearing full plate armor, would deprive them of their stew when he was angry.

"Slow down. Mom, we are safe." At the end of the team, Yasen carefully helped his old mother off the horse.

"Hmm~~" The barbarian's kick made his mother very painful, and she couldn't use her strength. In addition to being worried, the young man planned to beg the knight to help find Dr. Serena after settling down.

Yasen could clearly detect the look of disgust in the eyes of his former neighbors. Even his best friend was deliberately keeping a distance from the Yasen family. If the mother and son hadn't made a fuss and attracted the barbarians,

Those honorable soldiers would not die in the wilderness.

The young man's heart was as bright as a mirror, and he chose to bear the blame for his mother.

Soon, the imperial military camp allocated sixteen tents to the refugees. In the small space, each tent could barely accommodate about ten people.

In the imperial military camp, most of the logistics soldiers are Nords. The food in the north can only become delicious in the hands of Nords. The people of the Nord Kingdom are born with a strong sense of bondage. Out of strong nostalgia and

Compatriotship, the logistics soldiers also felt very sympathetic to the refugees' plight. Pot after pot of hot stew was served. It was obvious that more ingredients were put in, and a few more pieces of black bread were added to the basket.

"Eat slowly, Anda people*, there's not enough." Looking at the suffering refugees swallowing the stew, it was a real big mouthful, and the bubbling warm soup was swallowed directly, and there was a lot of promise.

The German soldier laughed and shed tears.

In the large red-roofed tent at the innermost level of the military camp, the ground was covered with a layer of linen carpet, and two magic standing lamps for lighting were placed on the side. The soft light made it appear extremely clear.

Marshal Rick took out a bottle of red wine from the cherry wood cabinet: "Would you like a glass? Young pastor, this is a fine wine from Talabheim Winery."

"No need, Lord Heilberg." Luther Huss sat in the armchair with a straight face, indifferent to the smell of wine.

"It's strange. Over the decades, I have met many great cantors and cardinals from Reichland and Weizenland. Each one of them is more expert than the other in wine tasting." Kurt Helberg showed a rare smile.

, with a sarcastic smile, he still poured two small glasses of red wine and placed one of them on the low wine cabinet.

"That's because their faith is not pious enough! They put their personal greed before our Lord's faith!" The young pastor said with anger in his tone.

"Ha!" Marshal Rick laughed uncomfortably. For some reason, he became interested in this young pastor with some fanaticism. Rick's guards were lacking such a silly young man: "Young man, you

Which family from the north is it? What's its name?"

"My name is Luther Huss, sir, just Luther Huss," the young priest replied with quick eyes.

"Luther Huss" Heilberg repeated the name repeatedly, pacing in the tent, and suddenly remembered the emperor's secret investigation order. He stopped, frowned and asked: "Knight of the Kingdom of the Earl of Delavan

Laylan, do you know him?"

"Brother Lelan from Oak Town?! What happened to him?"

"So you are the Luther Huss." Marshal Rick no longer frowned. Looking at the young priest's eager eyes, Kurt Helberg showed a smile. He waved his hand: "From the Earl of Draven.

Kingdom knight Laeron is a hero renowned throughout the empire. In the recent battle of Sessenmund, Laeron defeated the 'Blood Crow Slayer' Kamala Dragon Blood Dog and unlocked the secret of the capital of Nord province.

In terms of contribution alone, no knight can compare to him."

"So that's it." Luther Hus grinned as he recalled the miracle that took place at the Sigma Church in Bray Town two years ago.

Marshal Rick asked curiously: "You don't seem surprised at all? Young priest."

"I have always believed that Brother Lailon will become a legendary hero, just like His Majesty the 'Savior' two hundred years ago, who became a household name and widely known. And I also firmly believe that the entire old world will sing his epic legend in the future."

Luther Huss spoke from the bottom of his heart, his gaze like a torch, like a prophet showing his ability to penetrate the past and the future.

"." Heilberg remained silent. He finally understood the reason for this young man's fanatical belief.

"Tomorrow." After a moment, Marshal Rick said: "I will arrange a small team of knights to escort the refugees you rescued south to Sesonmund, which needs a lot of manpower to rebuild and the refugees can also have a few full meals.

rice, and "

The gray-bearded marshal picked up a token engraved with a hammer-wielding gryphon from the table and handed it to Luther Huss: "Rick, take the special pass. If you want to enter Altdorf's Cathedral of Justice to practice in the future.

, with this token, all the checkpoints along the way will be released, and if there is a chance, you will meet our Emperor."

"As a reward for saving one hundred and sixty lives."

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*(Anda): Northern Thuringian language, meaning relatives and friends
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