Chapter 358 On the Power of the Ten-Shot Vaal Hammer

The Vaal priests moved quickly, and anvils symbolizing the church were carried to a position not far from the fortress, ready to vent the wrath of the forge god on the Norscans inside.

The metallic sound of a hammer hitting an anvil came from the priest's hands, which also sounded the death knell of the enemy.

The sonorous and powerful echo reached the inside of the fortress, making the Norscan chief extremely impatient. Of course he knew what these blind priests were doing because of his extensive knowledge, and there were hundreds of priests outside, which meant that at least there would be Ten Vaal hammers hit the fortress.

"Damn it, why did these Caledor elves come to Lustria, and why did their king personally conquer them?"

The chief didn't want to die here, but he also didn't want to be killed by the Caledor elves thinking he was a Chaos believer. He could only choose to delay for time and then find a way to escape.

A Skogi octagonal skull flag waved over the fortress, intended to signal to the attackers that they wanted to negotiate.

At this time, Prince Caledor was standing not far away, looking at the rather shameful flag with his arms folded, and couldn't help but sneer sarcastically. The flag with the eight-pointed mark still wants to surrender? The best destination is to die obediently.

Stopping Masnow who wanted to ask if he wanted to negotiate, the Dragon Prince told the champion warrior a rule,

"We must not hesitate at all against Chaos. This fortress will become ruins, and all the people inside will die."

Not all Norscans devoutly believe in Chaos. Some who stay away from the northern frozen soil and go to the Empire even believe in Ulric and then work as mercenaries for the Empire to make a living. But Imric didn't intend to waste time identifying whether the survivors were Chaos believers. He would just kill them if they needed to. There wasn't that much to think about.

Rather than this labor force, the Dragon Prince would rather keep the territory stable.

"yes."

Masnot didn't have much idea about this. After fighting for so many years, the remaining sympathy for the enemy had long been wiped away. Only dead enemies are the best, including those who may become enemies in the future. .

Priest Vaal's siege magic came as promised. After the anvil made the most violent roar, more than a dozen giant magic hammers that could break mountains and rubble suddenly hit the fortress. The city wall made of masonry and wood collapsed instantly, and Even more deadly is the hammer magic aimed at the center of the city.

Vaal has never stipulated that only a hammer can only smash city walls, and Ulthuan's most devout priests can undoubtedly display the power of this divine spell more terrifyingly.

Bricks, stones and wooden piles were crushed into powder, and the bones and flesh of the people inside were also shattered by the huge impact. They were mixed with the collapsed building into a mass of sand, wood chips and flesh and blood. They didn't even have time to scream. Already dead in this fortress that has protected the Norscans for thousands of years.

What was even more deadly was undoubtedly the siege spell cast by Val Hammer. Under the leadership of the Supreme Mage Luo Ning of the Flame Tower, the Flame Mage condensed a huge fireball like the sun over the fortress.

The fireball emits scorching heat, and its shining light makes it difficult to open your eyes. No shadow can stay below. But the most terrifying thing is that the fireball is 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 his plea to him, but he remained indifferent and just watched the death flame fall into the fortress.

The strong light shrouded the eyes. First, there was a strong explosion of flames that spread around with impact. Then, the mixture of sand, sawdust and flesh and blood was burned into black charcoal. There was no so-called burnt smell because everything had been burned. Almost exhausted.

Skogi lost a thousand years of Lustrian colonial history in just four hours, and there may still be some strongholds hidden in the jungle, but Imrik believes that it is only a matter of time before they are dealt with.

Thousands of fresh lives were crushed to death and burned to death. Endless resentment lingered here, vaguely forming a condensed soul of injustice in the air. However, through the power of the great guardian, these souls with aura of chaos were quickly removed. The soul is purified.

After seeing that the fortress had been solved, Imric waved his hand for the operation to continue. The next step was to have the army establish checkpoints and security points on the outside, and then clean up the tatters left by the Norscans.

The long-term colonization of Lustria has given Skogi unimaginable wealth, and the regular plundering of Druchi in the north has even more exquisite little toys. Although most of them should be turned into powder by siege spells, they may be able to Take some back.

As he walked towards the dock, Imrik gave Davian, who was in charge of logistics, a few words:

"First set up a camp, and then create a temporary dock that can be berthed. Throw the corpses outside and pile them up for burning. Try your best to treat the injured. If the conditions on site do not allow it, then send it to Savri and let the Val priests burn the furnace as soon as possible. Rise up, I have a feeling something is going to happen next.”

Davian, who was holding the report sheet, nodded to express his understanding and immediately urged the soldiers to deliver the supplies to the designated location as soon as possible. The weather today is not bad, but in a place like Lustria, there may be violent storms tomorrow. These six thousand people must be settled quickly.

Groups of soldiers threw the corpses on the ground onto trailers and dragged them to the surrounding open space. Plague was always a demon that haunted the battlefield, and the hot and humid environment in Lustria made it easier for the virus to breed, so more precautions must be taken.

Kislev soldiers with considerable camping experience took over the work of building a camp. Often, an axe, a shovel, and some wood could quickly turn into a strong wooden house in their hands.

The frozen soil of the north has given birth to a tenacious nation that can use any available items at hand to sustain life, not to mention places like Lustria, where a large number of people are sent to the distant edges of the forest to cut logs, which is to expand settlement. point is also looking for materials.

As the leader, Imric naturally did not have to compete with his soldiers for this kind of work. The first thing he did when he returned to the port was to ask the mage to contact the palace.

After waiting for a moment, Adila's familiar clear voice came from the magic stone,

"Are you okay? Those Norscans are not easy to deal with. Don't make me a widow just after getting married."

Although this sentence was slightly stinging, who could hear the concern? As the person involved, Imric took the magic stone from the mage and said with a slight 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. Just when Imrik thought it was a magic interruption and was about to ask the mage to connect again, he finally heard his wife's voice,

"Okay, come back quickly. It seems you haven't been taught enough. It's best to see you tonight."

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

Noticing the mage's eyes, Imric coughed twice intentionally, trying to change the subject.

"Ahem, let's talk about this later. Now you ask 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 Druzi from coming to trouble."

Adila also knew the urgency of the matter. Although she was not worried about Imrik's safety, she was still troubled by the thought of abandoning herself in Caledor and going to Lustria to fight alone after only half a month of marriage. Resentment.

"Well, then I'm here too. I believe Randy is more experienced in handling domestic affairs than me. I'm here to help you manage the colony."

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

But after thinking about it, I will most likely run to the lizard people's golden TC city. Adira is not a vase princess. Coming to Lustria can stabilize the morale of the army and make me feel more at ease.

So he answered her, "Okay, you can come with me, but only if you don't bring the Twilight Wheel with you."

"Okay, dear husband, how could I not listen to your opinion?" Adira replied with a smile, but it was not up to Imrik to decide whether to take it or not.