Chapter 1188: Northern Yankee Berserker

The accounts of the parties involved are more interesting than the archives. Many confidential events about the Great Holy War and some situations that the Silver Hammer had no way of knowing became extremely clear in Elvis's mouth.

"Regarding... Phoenix King Imrik and Supreme King Erickson, the Empire believes that the two reached some secret agreements after the war."

"As you said, this is a secret agreement..." Elvis' tone changed a little after his Majesty communicated with him when he knew that Erickson was about to die.

Even if this wise choice changed the fate of the two races, no dwarf or elf was willing to mention it.

"But it's not really a secret, except for some... things that are not convenient to disclose. Most of the current cooperation between the elves and the dwarves was established by that secret agreement.

It's just that Erickson's luck was not good, and he didn't witness the prosperity he created."

Suddenly thinking of something, Elvis teased: "Do you want to know about Magnus?"

"Of course, the Pious is a role model for every Sigmar believer, and we are proud of him."

"Really..." Elvis smiled mysteriously: "What if he has a vampire female companion?"

"Blasphemy, damn it, what evil words are you talking about!" Victor was furious. The Pious has a vampire girlfriend? This is even more outrageous than Sigmar having sex with a Yankee woman!

"Well, if you don't believe it, you can go to Morrison Theater in Altdorf when you have time. I believe the Pious's girlfriend should still be there, cleaning up the mess left by the emperor."

Victor was a little collapsed. He thought the words spoken by the elf were lies, but...what if it was true, the Pious really had a close relationship with a female vampire.

To make matters worse, Elvis took out a strange gauntlet, which had a dwarven style: "I heard that there is a blood-stained cloak of a pious person in the holy hall of Wisen Territory?"

"That is one of the most important holy objects of the Church of Sigmar, used to detect whether believers are still pious to the double-tailed comet."

Throwing the gauntlet, Elvis smiled more and more interestingly: "Next time, use this, the gauntlet that Magnus left in Kislev. Wear it, and the person who is killed is a heretic, and the person who is not killed is a good person."

Victor swallowed his saliva. This gauntlet looks plain and unpretentious, and the style is somewhat close to the style of two hundred years ago. It is very likely that it is the armor used by Magnus?

"Really?"

"You need to judge it yourself. Who can tell clearly about things of faith?

For example, if you shout Sotek save me now, it may be more useful than praying to Sigmar."

What?

As Victor fiddled with the black gauntlet, a stream of magic fireballs filled with black destructive energy came from all directions, enveloping the two of them in a double-team, leaving no room for escape.

As Victor pulled the reins and looked for cover, he heard Elvis muttering, "Witch Hunter Victor, don't die easily, or I won't be able to report to the Phoenix King."

The elf took the lead, took out the obsidian sword and placed it across his body, and rushed towards the area where the destructive fireballs were most dense.

The divine power wrapped in the sword easily defeated the chaotic energy. These weak forces did not care about threatening Sotek's choice.

Don't worry about the elf's safety, he must be a monster!

Victor forced himself to hold back and didn't watch what happened to Elvis who was hit by the fireball. After dodging a round of fireball attacks, he immediately turned over and dismounted, patting the horse's body and letting it go away quickly.

With a refined pistol in his left hand and an elven sword in his right hand, Victor looked around the dark forest with his one eye, searching for traces of the wizard.

The subtle footsteps mixed with the roar of flames and the sound of explosions were keenly captured by the witch hunter, who immediately tilted his body and fired a shot behind him without looking back.

A mastiff corroded by chaos ran silently on the ground. When it approached the witch hunter, it wanted to pounce and attack, but unexpectedly got shot in the head.

The bullets used by the giant horned viper have undergone multiple layers of technological iterations, from the initial hand-made lead bullets to today's steel core bullets.

However, after the unified assembly line standards, the logistics pressure suddenly increased, but the wealthy Sotek sect did not care at all, and directly opened a production line in Sartosa, dedicated to the supply of bullets for the Knights.

The pistol in Victor's hand can fire a variety of different types of bullets. The one just fired was an imitation of the Mithril Blessed Bullet used by the Silver Hammer Witch Hunter.

Hitting the Chaos creature's body, one shot can be equivalent to three shots.

As Blood Hole shot the Chaos Mastiff to death, Victor was shocked by the power, and then felt a little numb in his arm.

He remembered that the quartermaster reminded that the followers of the giant horned viper were all people who believed in the snake god, and the Kislev people were inherently fierce, so they hardly considered the recoil problem when manufacturing guns.

Some more extreme individual weapons have recoil that is almost the same as small artillery.

Can shoot five times in a row...

He looked around, quickly put the long sword on the ground, and quickly stuffed the bullet into the barrel.

But this unnecessary action made the witch hunter more nervous. An evil breath kept approaching from the surroundings, like a ghost that took away people's souls, and couldn't wait to tear the soul of the son of Sigmar.

I heard that Caledor is developing a magazine that can be loaded automatically. I don't know if I can see that day. If I have the chance, I must buy one!

With the bullet half inserted, Victor dropped his pistol. Fighting alone and lacking support, many tactical moves were difficult to implement.

Loading, aiming, and pulling the trigger, these three steps are too cumbersome, and now we can only race against time!

A black powder bomb, with the fuse lit by the fire, he threw it directly into the center of the forest, regardless of whether it would cause a minor dispute between Lauren Loren and the Empire.

The violent explosion and the wailing screams let Victor know that he had achieved some results. Then he drew out the elven sword, turned around suddenly, and blocked the attacking weapon with the sword.

With a clang, the rough battle axe of the northerner was blocked by the long sword. A naked man with tattoos, with bloodshot eyes full of madness, roared and wanted to chop off the head of the weak in the south and offer it to the blood god.

Northerner madman!

Berserkers, called madmen by the imperial people in fear, these fearless guys are crazy about pursuing the favor of the blood god, for the sake of fighting and blood, and have no fear of death.

So far, Victor, who has just become a witch hunter for only a few years, has rarely come into contact with berserkers.

This crazy Yankee had obviously received the blessing of the Blood God, and the battle axe he swung with one hand seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds.

The creaking sound of his arm proved that Victor's strong body could not compete head-on with the Yankees, and there were chaos wizards around, which was simply a dead end. (End of this chapter)