Chapter 1274 White Lion and Phoenix

"In the name of the Phoenix King, die!"

The sharp battle axe of the White Lion Guard chopped into the arm of the troll like chopping wood.

Amid the roar, the troll, whose movement was hindered, swung the oversized wooden stick clumsily, trying to sweep away the troublesome pointed-eared springtails around him.

The White Lion Guard may not have as much experience as the butcher in dealing with trolls, but they must be the best in the world in dealing with giant monsters.

The troll waved randomly, giving the White Lion Guard an opportunity. A tall warrior with a helmet and much denser sideburns than his colleagues dodged the sweep of the wooden stick, then ran quickly for only a few meters, his legs tensed, his left foot stepped on a hard stone, and jumped towards the troll's head with the force.

The battle axe that could cut iron like mud easily split the troll's skull, and the injury that could kill ordinary creatures in one blow seemed like a tickle in the troll's dull nerve reaction.

There are only two best ways to effectively eliminate the trolls, one is sulfuric acid, the other is fire, both of which can effectively restrain the terrible limb regeneration ability of these monsters.

After successfully opening the troll's head, the captain's White Lion Guards obviously did not want to fight. When he stepped on the monster's hard shoulder and jumped back to the ground, he twisted his body flexibly and waved his battle axe in the air. After a flash of white light, the troll's two eyes became decorations.

Without eyes, the trolls' actions became more violent and uneasy, and the battlefield was shaken for a while.

The experienced White Lion Guards, who are well versed in hunting, rely on their keen senses and skills to maneuver at the edge of the troll's attack range, constantly using battle axes to anger the monster's emotions.

The captain seized the opportunity to quickly solve the troll. An iron chain with a hook that was only the thickness of an index finger turned into a residual image in the dark and was accurately hung on the troll's gradually healing skull.

Grasping the weakness accurately, he activated the rune of the iron chain. Starting from the front end held by his hand, the iron chain forged by fine steel gradually turned red, shining like hot molten iron just out of the furnace.

The wind of Aksha passed through the iron chain and ignited from the hook. The severe pain of the flame slowed down the troll's movements, but it was not enough to kill the monster.

A glass bottle filled with magic flame retardant accurately hit the hook. When the crisp sound of breaking sounded, the dust-like red substance, like the crystal powder splashed by the flapping wings of a butterfly, covered the upper body of the troll.

"Die!"

The roar of the captain of the White Lion made his strong and powerful arms three times thicker, and he actually tilted the troll's half body to the ground, making the contact range of the flame retardant wider.

The flame ignited the troll. The magic flame was more deadly than the flame used in normal witch hunting. The terrible limb regeneration ended the troll's life in the most cruel and painful way when it came into contact with the feared object.

This scene can be seen everywhere in the canyon. The White Lion Guards, who are good at small-team combat, work in groups of five to deal with large units sent by the greenskins.

Relying on the experience of fighting monsters in their hometown and the endless variety of coping methods, the Royal Guard fully demonstrates the prestige and honor established over the past thousand years.

The Phoenix Guard, which was quite disliked by Imrick, also showed its irreplaceable side at this time.

When the wild boar dragged the chariot above the canyon, Grant knew that he was in big trouble. Don't ask why the chariot can still run in the rugged mountains. This kind of thing is completely irrelevant to the greenskins.

Even if the chariot falls apart on the way, the tusked wild boar, which is taller and stronger than a human, will never hesitate when charging.

Welcoming the charge has always been a key project in the military field of the empire. In the north, there are the giant werewolves and ice trolls of the Norscan barbarians, the swift and fierce hooves of the beastmen, and the occasional friction of the Bretonnian grandfather in the south.

Among the neighbors, only Kislev and the dwarves are not to be considered. Although the giant bear cavalry of the Russians is very fierce, they have no intention of fighting the Empire, not to mention the dwarves. Will they use goat cavalry?

The two ideas confirm the military development route of the Empire. In the traditional knight hedging, the opponent of cavalry is always cavalry.

But cavalry is always a rare commodity, and its biggest role is to tear the front line, not to be used as a filler.

So another simple and effective way is to add long-range firepower to the halberd soldiers, supplemented by some mobile cover facilities, which has become the mainstream choice of the Empire.

The musketeers suppressed the uneasy emotions in their hearts. The night always makes people think about things. In a comfortable occasion, they always want to find something interesting, but in a crisis, they only pray for the arrival of daylight.

The chaotic canyon makes aiming very difficult, and the musket is not a high-precision weapon. It can only be fired when the wild boar is about to hit the front line.

Shooting out will comfort the heart, after all, it has tried hard, so the crossbowmen next to the musketeers have already taken the lead in throwing a round of black rain.

"Hold the line! Musketeers, listen to my orders and fire again!!!"

The white-bearded veteran captain ordered the provincial soldiers with unquestionable prestige. He has experienced countless battles in his life. He wielded a long spear and fought to the last man, and only then did he gain a highly respected position in the army.

He was confident that he could lead his subordinates through the difficulties, just like before.

The wolf cavalry harassed and roamed across the imperial line in a guerrilla posture. Although the crude short bows were not powerful enough, the toxic liquid on the surface was enough to make it difficult for the injured to continue fighting.

The imperial captain forced himself not to think about when the wolf cavalry would launch a charge. He had to face the impact of a wave of chariots... and the green-skinned orcs following closely in the valley.

"Three minutes..."

He made an assessment, picked up the honor halberd and walked to the front line, leading the way with determination.

"Sons of Reikland, for Sigmar and the Empire!"

"For Sigma and the Empire!"

To the surprise of the imperial captain, a group of elves wearing red armor and white cloaks stood in front of the provincial soldiers at an unimaginable speed.

"What?"

The captain threw down his halberd, tried to hold down the Phoenix Guard's shoulders, and loudly questioned what the elves wanted to do. I have been preparing here for a long time, and you only have about a hundred people, and you are ready to meet the green-skinned army. charge?

Just as his palm came into contact with the Phoenix Guard's spotless cloak, he felt a burning pain.

Several black holes had been burned into the leather wrapping the palms, and the calloused hands were extremely red.

A layer of subtle light that can only be seen by the naked eye lingers around the Phoenix Guards, like an indestructible barrier firmly protecting these silent sentries.

Feeling the actions of the humans behind him, the Phoenix Guard turned his head. The restraints of the oath of silence prevented him from speaking. He just stretched out a hand and pointed at the wolf cavalry rushing around.

The meaning is obvious, you go and deal with those goblins. (End of chapter)