Knight Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 195: The Terrifying Strength of High-Tier Divine Chosen Dwarf Ankor

The Empire's knights had dealt with wyverns quite a bit, but even the most experienced among them had never seen such a massive wyvern.

Sandarion's enormous wings spread, hanging high beneath the blood moon, obscuring a large portion of the sky. At this moment, its form, under such immense majesty, was practically indistinguishable from a dragon.

It not only possessed the iconic features of a dragon's head, but even its robust physique and scaled wings were in no way inferior to those of a dragon. More terrifying was the enormous tail, as long as its body, covered in snake-like barbs, with venom sacs containing the deadliest toxins.

Even a champion knight, once struck by these venomous barbs, would instantly be paralyzed by the poison, their entire body incapacitated.

With its terrifying roar, many free citizens painfully covered their ears. Before they could adapt, Sandarion suddenly flapped its wings and cruelly bellowed, "Humans, your end has come! Minions, attack! Kill them all!"

Following its roar, under the blood moon's reflection, the monster army surged from the dark shadows like a tide, their scale so vast that they seemed poised to devour the entire world.

Kobolds and gnolls howled ferociously, forest goblins excitedly shrieked while brandishing short spears, trolls roared to the sky, and the screeches of wyverns and harpies intertwined into a terrifying symphony of death.

An immense sense of oppression weighed upon the alliance of humans, dwarves, and halflings like a mountain.

Gazing at the boundless monster army, everyone felt as though the air entering their lungs was frigid and gray. The monsters were so numerous that they completely submerged the sky, the earth, the forests, and the plains.

The human knights were the first to recover from the shock. Marshal Orstein roared, "Archers, get to the walls and high ground, prepare to fire! Infantry, hold the line, you must block the monster tide, don't panic!"

The harpy raid had been effective. They successfully diverted a large number of troops, especially archers and thunder musketeers, at the cost of only a few hundred harpy deaths. Their shooting in various directions consumed a great deal of time, and they didn't have enough time to get on the city wall.

This surprise attack was incredibly beneficial to the monsters. At the cost of merely a few hundred harpy deaths, countless infantry were able to charge unharmed to the human defense line.

If the human and dwarven ranged forces had been able to fire with all their might from the city walls, at least several monster companies would have been shot into a rout.

Although these monsters were cruel and terrifying, they were not without emotions; they could feel fear and dread. As large numbers of monsters clamored forward, being shot down in batches, many were bound to be frightened and flee in terror.

Being able to quickly assault and strike the enemy unprepared always had excellent tactical effects. Although this was probably not a tactic that the wyvern's stupid brain could come up with, it was very likely that they just wanted to charge blindly, but by accident, it created a very favorable situation for them.

Dogrin ran to Su Li's side, panting, and said to Su Li, "Lord, we can't let the monsters reach the front of the defense line so quickly, we must delay them to buy time for the musketeers to deploy!"

In this defensive fortress, the dwarves had three musketeer companies, one thunder musketeer company formed by the dwarves in the territory, one brought by the dwarves, and one dwarven ranger company.

Allowing these iron-clad dwarves to get on the city walls and unleash their full firepower would inflict heavy casualties on the monsters.

These stocky dwarves with their low movement speed needed time to get into position, which was not an easy task.

Su Li frowned and said, "Outside the ramparts, there are three trenches and two rows of cheval de frise. There is only one road that can lead out of the camp gate, but it is already blocked by monsters. The number of knights we can send out is very limited, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold off the monsters for long."

The best solution at hand was to have a squad of suicide soldiers, and extremely powerful ones at that. With only a small force, they could plunge into the monster tide and stall their advance.

Aside from this, Su Li could only use the Windwing Charm to stop the monsters' advance with a gale.

But this was one of Su Li's greatest trump cards, and he didn't want to throw it away at the start of the battle, otherwise he would lose his greatest countermeasure against the monsters' strategic treasures.

He didn't even want to use it in this battle, because once the Windwing Charm was activated, it would be ineffective for the next month.

He used this sacred relic on the Wyvern King, how would he guarantee victory against the Green Dragon main force next?

But fortunately, Dogrin had already thought of a solution and immediately said to Su Li, "We can send out a powerful Divine Chosen warrior to land directly in the middle of the enemy's dense ranks. With his great strength, he can instantly shatter a group of monsters, making them afraid to advance."

"Of course, this Divine Chosen warrior is not Lady Hildred, but our dwarven hero, Ancestor of the Redbeard Clan, Ankor Redbeard."

Su Li's eyes lit up, and he took a brass horn full of dwarven splendor from Hildred's hand beside him and asked, "Are you referring to this Thunder Horn?"

This Thunder Horn was a rare-grade item, usually placed on the shelf in the Black Forest Castle's hall, decorating the Black Forest Castle's magnificence. Every knight, merchant, and dwarf who visited the Black Forest Castle praised it after seeing such a magnificent and powerful rare-grade treasure.

For the victory of this battle, Su Li specially brought it out of the castle. It was not an ancient relic of the dwarves, so it could be used at any time, blowing it once every ten minutes, respectively granting soldiers the abilities of [Melee Expert] and [Regroup].

But as a rare-grade treasure, it also had a powerful summoning ability that could only be used once per battle. When this horn was blown by dwarven blood, Ankor Redbeard, the ancestor of the Redbeard Clan, would appear on the battlefield in the form of a heroic spirit, slaughtering monsters for 30 seconds.

This was an extremely powerful high-tier Divine Chosen warrior. If he fulfilled his long-cherished wish and killed the Tzeentch Divine Chosen, Chaos the Malleable, then he could even restore his legendary qualifications!

A high-tier peak Divine Chosen dwarf appearing on the battlefield, even a powerful green dragon would have to avoid his edge. He was the strongest dragon slayer, specializing in countering dragons.

Su Li decisively handed the horn to Dogrin and said, "I agree with your tactic, you execute it immediately."

Dogrin took the heavy brass horn with trembling hands, his face full of uncontrollable excitement.

Humans called it the Thunder Horn, but the dwarves always called it the Karak-Hurn Horn. Since the dwarven king used it to seal the demons, the Grey Mountain dwarves had not blown this horn for nearly a thousand years.

Now that it had fallen back into the hands of dwarven blood, Dogrin excitedly gripped the Thunder Horn, feeling its heavy weight and contained power. This was not just a war horn, but also a symbol of the dwarven race's history, glory, and power.

He took a deep breath, raised the horn to his lips, and blew it with all his might.

The horn's deep and powerful sound echoed like thunder in the battlefield sky, stirring the hearts of every dwarf who heard this sound. Countless dwarves felt a sad and powerful force surging in their blood.

As the heart-wrenching horn sounded, a dazzling red light shot out from the horn, soaring into the sky, and then converged into a huge light gate in the battlefield sky.

The light gate slowly opened, and a figure stepped out of it. His figure was tall and mighty, wearing the ancient armor of the dwarves from thousands of years ago, and wielding a huge battle axe.

His image perfectly matched the characteristics of a dwarven slayer. The hair on both sides of his head was shaved, leaving only a tuft in the middle, standing tall like a peak on a war helmet, the unique mohawk hairstyle of a dwarven slayer.

And the beard that the dwarves cared about the most was cut off, only reaching the position of the thigh, and after special hardening treatment, it was dyed the bright color of blood, like burning flames, a very conspicuous symbol on the battlefield, allowing the enemy to recognize this arrogant slayer at a glance.

But even under the spotlight, no one could kill this powerful dwarf. His hard body was full of muscles, every inch revealing power. His skin was roughened by countless battles, covered with scars, witnessing every victory and challenge he fought with the enemy.

His body was also covered with intricate blue tattoos, which were not just decorations, but also the marks of his past shame, each line representing the failures and pain he had endured.

Such a powerful dwarf, going to the battlefield was to seek death, to wash away his past humiliation and make up for the losses he had caused. But his power made it so that no enemy could kill him.

As soon as Ankor appeared, the atmosphere on the battlefield immediately changed. The monsters immediately felt the powerful aura emanating from him and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

And the dwarves of the Redbeard Clan were so excited that they were in tears, their morale instantly soared, and they rushed to the city wall regardless of everything.

Ankor did not hesitate at all. As soon as he appeared, he waved his battle axe and rushed directly into the monster's dense array.

His roar was like thunder, not weaker than the huge wyvern, and more importantly, every strike of his battle axe, "Thunder's Fury", carried the force of a thousand pounds, tearing the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

A large number of kobolds tried to surround him, but in front of his storm-like dancing battle axe, they were instantly chopped into pieces.

His axe not only cut off the enemy's weapons, but also directly split the unfortunate monsters that touched its edge in half. Blood splashed, corpses littered the field, and in a moment, a terrifying hill made of monster limbs piled up at Ankor's feet.

Eight forest trolls waved large bone clubs and stone axes and rushed towards him. Ankor not only did not retreat, but took the initiative to jump up from the mountain of corpses and blood, his battle axe held high above his head, leaving a cold light under the blood moon. The battle axe collided with the stone axe, making a deafening metal collision sound. The forest troll's stone axe was like a fragile branch in front of "Thunder's Fury", breaking in response. Then, before the troll could react, the giant axe directly chopped off the troll's head, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the entire battlefield red.

Before the other trolls could get close, Ankor suddenly charged forward, cutting out a cold axe blade. The thighs of two trolls, thicker than tree trunks, were instantly cut off by him. Before the lying trolls could fall down, their heads were chopped off by him.

The combat power of a high-tier Divine Chosen slayer shocked everyone on both sides. Wyvern King Sandarion's eyes turned cold, and he looked solemnly at the battlefield. He felt that even if a dragon went down, it would be cut off limbs and chopped off head by this terrible slayer.

His rune battle axe swung too fast. In just over twenty seconds, he killed four trolls. The remaining four trolls collapsed and fled the battlefield with terrible wounds.

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In the remaining time, Ankor also rushed out of the mountain of corpses and blood and chose the most powerful opponent on the battlefield, a powerful forest giant.

These behemoths, tens of meters tall, with muscles as hard as rocks, wielding weapons thicker than tree trunks, each smash would make the earth tremble.

But even so, Ankor's eyes were still full of combat frenzy. He suddenly jumped up and cut off the giant's right foot with one blow. The severe pain made the giant roar in pain and crashed to the ground, its huge body smashed six or seven forest goblins and stirred up a cloud of dust and grass.

Ankor did not give the giant a chance to breathe. He flipped over and jumped on the giant's leg with a giant axe, quickly jumping to the giant's throat like climbing a mountain, and then raised "Thunder's Fury" high.

The giant felt the danger. It shook its body madly, trying to throw Ankor off. But Ankor was as steady as Mount Tai, his feet firmly nailed to the giant's shoulders. Then Ankor used all his strength to chop Thunder's Fury towards the monster's throat, and a terrible scar appeared on the giant's rock-hard skin.

The coldness of the sharp axe blade directly penetrated the bone marrow from the flesh, and the monster was so frightened that it forgot to struggle, staring at the sky with wide eyes, a lot of blood splashing and staining all his eyes red.

For a long time, he touched the bloody wound on his neck in horror. Such a huge trauma, even if it was replaced by a troll, would lose its breath.

But fortunately, he was a giant. Although the giant axe cut into his flesh a dozen centimeters deep, it did not cut off its throat. When the cold edge of the battle axe was about to touch the giant's vitals, Ankor's duration as a heroic spirit ended.

The allied forces of dwarves and humans on the city wall could not help but sigh regretfully. It was just a little bit! This giant was beheaded by the dwarven slayer on the battlefield.

As a large number of monsters reorganized and rushed over from the rear of the ravaged battlefield, Dogrin quickly adjusted his mentality and said, "Fortunately, this giant has been cut off his feet and can't pose much threat to us. His wailing will only exacerbate the fear of the monsters. Next, defeating these monsters depends on our own strength!"

"Listen to my orders, volley fire!"

At his command, the dwarves who rushed to the city wall fired at the same time, a lot of smoke filled the air, and the fire of the muzzle lit up the night.

In an instant, countless monsters fell to the ground like cutting wheat.

The dwarven sniper effect was really too powerful, especially now that their attack target was infantry that was greatly delayed by the trenches. They had to be careful of the traps in the deep trenches, and also had to wade through the more than two-meter-deep water in the trenches. The action was very slow, and there was no way to avoid it.

The monsters squeezed into the narrow passage, densely packed and struggling to advance, making them perfect targets for the archers on the city wall.

In this situation, even human archers could hit their mark nine times out of ten!

It's important to note that the defensive ranged forces on the city wall consisted of far more than just the dwarven riflemen. The Black Forest Territory's direct-lineage armed servant camp had two archer squadrons, plus a halfling archer squadron and the three ranger freeman regiments organized by Rong En. The ranged force's firepower was considerable.

Six ranged squadrons were deployed on the city wall alone, with a large number of archers also shooting with all their might from the watchtowers and arrow towers.

At that moment, arrows and stones rained down from the city wall like a swarm of locusts, and the attacking monster army suffered heavy losses in an instant.

Before the first batch of monsters trying to assault the camp gate could even get close, more than two hundred had been killed or wounded, their bodies scattered all over the road, corpses piled upon corpses!

The remaining monsters were scared out of their wits and fled in utter collapse, countless numbers being pushed into the ditches on either side and drowning. Scattered deserters were all over the broad plain in front of the camp.

This caused the Wyvern King Sandarion to roar in anger, shouting, "Cyclopes, smash these insects for me!"

"If you can't open the passage, I'll make you today's dinner."

"Wooh..." The four cyclopes grunted in fear. Their not-so-clever brains had no capacity for much thought, so they immediately raised the three-meter-long boulders on their shoulders and threw them towards the human camp.

The boulders, hurled with the monsters' immense strength, crashed down like meteorites. Whether they hit the city wall or landed on the ground, the enormous force made the entire battlefield shake.

Moreover, one of them had exceptionally good luck, directly clearing the city wall and hitting a freeman regiment formation in the rear, instantly smashing six or seven freemen into a pile of minced meat.

Great terror and screams erupted among the freeman regiment, and this single blow caused the squadron's morale to waver, almost collapsing.

Standing next to the cannon, Hilde immediately ordered sternly: "Aim at those rock-throwing monsters and blast them to pieces."

The dwarves hurried to the cannon and quickly adjusted the muzzle, but calibrating the trajectory to hit the distant monsters was no easy task. Two consecutive cannonballs landed on the grass beside the monsters, creating nothing but a large amount of flying grass clippings and dirt.

It wasn't until the third shot that the cannonball flew past the giant's shoulder, the spinning projectile scraping off large chunks of flesh and blood.

And this strike made the giants' shooting accuracy even worse.

Their foolish brains had no idea how to adjust their aim. The four giants threw more than 20 boulders, most of which landed on the open ground in front of and behind the city wall, even sending more than a dozen of their own monsters flying. Only two shots hit their mark.

One smashed three round logs of the city wall, leaving a large number of cracks in the wooden wall. One hit the dwarven ranger squadron on the city wall, instantly crushing two dwarves, but three dwarves survived the glancing blow thanks to their tenacious physiques.