Warhammer Divine Throne

The city is in chaos. Countless humans from nearby villages have poured into the city. It seems that the city is very crowded. If it is self-cultivating farmers, small landlords and merchants who have some savings, they may be able to find a place to live. Those poor tenant-house serfs were not so lucky. They could only rest on street corners and roadsides, shivering from the cold in the cold.

In contrast, Earl Albert’s messenger continuously shuttles through the city.

“All men over the age of sixteen and under 45 go to the ordnance department to collect weapons!”

“Your Excellency Albert issued a national call-up order! Any male Must be recruited! Please go to the barracks for training immediately!”

“Those who do not accept the call will be punished as treason!”

Meanwhile, there are continuously soldiers everywhere in the city Assemble and report to the barracks in a unified manner.

Trucks and carts of food from the Church of Justice and the Church of Life were transported out. Both churches have opened relief points to provide these fleeing victims. The pastors and Paladins of the churches are trying their best to maintain Order, pastors and priests are still continuously comforting and comforting these victims, keeping them calm and restrained.

Of course, the two Major Sect clubs did not promote their doctrines at the same time.

At the same time, many soldiers walked into the victims. They were looking for all men who met the requirements. Whenever a man was taken away from the crowd, many families would cry.

At this time, an uninvited guest came to the Church of Justice.

Wearing a black diagonal silver buckle rivet cross dress, Teresa, with black rhino leather high-heeled boots and black rhino leather high-heeled boots, walked into the crowd with a staff. Her enchanting figure was covered by a camel. The velvet brown long coat was wrapped in it, and the female warlock’s face was like ten thousand years of ice, exuding an aura that no strangers should approach. The victims all let go.

Only the trolley is left in the direction of Teresa’s advancement. On the trolley, a man and a woman, two children, are grabbing brown bread and gnawing hard. You can tell from their greedy look that they are hungry. It’s choking.

The sorcerer noticed that the brown bread in the hands of the victims was the worst quality brown bread. These hard things mixed with sawdust and soil constitute their food, but many victims were crying, and they repeatedly Thanks to the Church of Justice for their assistance, many serfs have already run out of food even if they have only fled for two or three days.

The fragility of the small-scale peasant economy in this place can be seen from this.

The words Ryan told her “I hope you can treat everyone fairly” lingered in Teresa’s ears. The female warlock took a deep breath and said with an expression that was as pleasant as possible: “Get out of the way. .”

“Ah! What a beautiful big sister!” The little boy lifts the head, seeing a beautiful big sister standing in front of him, so he said with eyes full of light.

“Oh! Lucas!!!” When the child’s mother saw this turn pale with fright, she rushed over from the side and protected her child behind her: “My Excellency Witch, sorry , I’m very sorry, we have no intention of offending you! Let’s get out of here, get out of it!” The sorceress didn’t say anything, she went straight to the Church of Justice.

Paladin Alfred is having lunch. He is carrying a bowl of broth and a large loaf of white bread. He is eating with keen interest pleasure. Seeing Teresa walking into the Church of Justice, This Paladin almost squirted: “Ms. Trovik?! What are you…what are you doing here?”

“Give the victims outside to eat brown bread, you will drink broth and eat white here. Bread?” Teresa didn’t answer his words, but sneered.

“Justice takes a price. If we give them the same white bread and broth, it will not only harm them, but also everyone.” Alfred wiped his mouth: “Okay. Now, what’s the matter?”

“I would like to ask something about Ryan…”

Milodendhaven, barracks.

People coming, people going in the barracks.

“Sir, this is your thing!” A breastplate and military uniform were thrown in front of the half-old boy, and then a battle axe that was almost as big as him.

The boy took the weapon and looked at his own tall battle axe with a dull expression. It was totally different.

An elderly farmer also took the long spear from the soldier. His hair was a little gray, his figure crouched, and he sighed in a low voice.

Ryan stood on the side, watching these temporarily conscripted militias and conscripts collect weapons at the barracks, and the coins belonging to Earl Albert were transported from the lord’s warehouse in carts. Out, every soldier enlisted can get a few Silver Coins and a few days’ worth of rations.

It’s just the price they have to pay, maybe life.

The half-elf stood beside Ryan. As the battle strength in the city, he and Fak, Rost and the others were all forcibly called up by the lord. Estel stood beside Ryan. Shaking his head: “I don’t see the need to conscript them. Letting these people go to the battlefield is just to die.”

“The grooms, tenants, workers, cooks, they are not soldiers.” Ryan shook his head, but he continued. Said: “But we still need them. The opponent is the more than four thousand Barbarian Race troops. We only have 300 standing troops and a few hundred conscripts… These people are not the opponents of the clansman anyway, and unlike your elves, ours Population… is a resource that can be sacrificed.”

Ester is speechless. It’s not that the half-elves have never faced the Barbarian Race. Under the blessing of chaos, the clansman has a great battle strength. Superhuman.

Relying on compulsory conscription, Mjordenhaven has drawn up an army of more than two thousand people, but it is still unknown how much the militia can play. Ryan knows that he can really rely on Albert The 300-man standing army under the special command, the 600-man conscript, and the Paladins of the church.

However, in fact, those Paladins couldn’t count on it. Ryan watched as all the conscripts began to line up in the distribution of officers, thinking in his heart.

The chief guard is dividing all the conscripts into three parts.

Part of the civilians who failed to transfer jobs, the ordinary-level professionals are a part, and the elite-level soldiers are selected individually.

For civilians who have not successfully transferred, they have not been strengthened by the innate talent of professionals. As long as they can be transferred to professionals, any human being can get a normal physique enhancement. Their double Arms will be stronger and stronger, their physique will be better and more stamina, and then different professions will also give professionals a specific direction of strengthening, for example, the human who chooses to be a fighter will be strengthened by physique, choose knight-errant Human beings will be strengthened with agility.

But what about civilians? They have nothing.

Therefore, an ordinary professional can deal with five or six unsuccessful civilians. If there is no special situation, there will be no civilians among the soldiers.

So this part of the militiamen only get a lance. The only thing they have to learn is to use lance to stab, and to charge with lance. As for the effect… Right.

Ryan once got a military book on how to command this kind of militia. It simply reads: “Only two orders are required to charge and advance. It is not recommended to issue other than these two orders. Complicated instructions.”

He remembered that after reading this military book, he hid alone in his room and laughed for a long time.

The general-level professionals will not be described in detail.

The elite-level professionals are completely different.

Each advanced elite powerhouse will learn a unique innate talent. After being further strengthened with physique and abilities, these powerhouses have been able to stand alone, and their bodies have the ability to learn And use the unique battle skill, so anywhere, the army composed of elite-level professionals is the elite that the nobles need to rely on, and three cooperating elite-level powerhouses can team up to deal with a platoon (usually 32-48 people) ) There is no problem with ordinary soldiers.

Leave aside, when Ryan was an elite Knight when he was young, he followed one of his fellow Knights and killed dozens of ordinary bandits, one at a time.

This is the gap in battle strength.

So how do professionals advance?

Three methods, namely relying on fighting (killing), relying on practice, and relying on divine grace.

Why Ryan thinks Paladins are unreliable, precisely because Paladins lack one of the most important ones. They advance through battle. Ordinary Paladins rely on either practice or prayerful prayers. The divine force of the deity helps to advance.

The gods are very happy to bestow the gods on their devout believers, so on the mainland, the number of Legendary powerhouses in Paladin is the largest, but this does not mean that they are the strongest.

Because this kind of advancement is very watery, take Ryan as an example. As a Legendary junior fighter, he has relied on the baptism of blood and fire for many years, relying on actual combat over and over again. , His strength is much stronger than the normal Legendary powerhouse. Ryan can deal with five or six Legendary beginner Paladins alone. He can use his Warhammer to blast these tin cans one by one.

Yes, Paladin’s battle strength is so watery. Someone once laughed at them: “Wear the thickest armor and get the most venomous beating.”

Of course, there are also very It is possible to fight, but it is true that most Paladins lack actual combat experience, so Ryan knew that he and Teresa could deal with Manticore, so he called Alfred. He hoped that his good friends could be more Accumulating some practical experience, this may save his life at a critical time.

The divine technique of the divine shield technique seems very difficult to deal with, but it is not very reliable in fact-not all ominous beasts are like the manticore, for example, Ryan’s method to deal with the Divine Shield is to fly a kite. These tin cans are slow and lack long-range attack capabilities. Once they start the Divine Shield, Ryan will fight and hide. The ordinary Divine Shield lasts for up to six seconds, even Legendary. Paladin’s Holy Shield lasts twelve seconds at most. It is very simple to survive this time.

Moreover, Divine Shield is not invincible in its complete sense. The essence of Divine Shield is a bit like the divine force of the gods. A three-hundred-sixty-degree iron box is made to wrap Paladin in it. Under the protection of the powerful divine force of the deity, the people inside cannot be injured without the strength of Sacred Domain, but this does not mean that the iron box cannot be moved. Ryan has tried it. With his wrist strength, he can directly carry the iron box. The people inside flew together.

Far away, Ryan forced himself to focus on what was in front of him.

There is a problem now, that is, even for Nord’s standing army, their battle strength is still different from that of Barbarian Race.

The strength of Barbarian Race lies in the repeated and bloody wars and the selection of the survival of the fittest, and the blessing of the chaotic Evil God. In this case, human soldiers of the same quantity and quality will not be Barbarian Race The opponent of the looters.

“Even with the addition of these militias, the defenders can only reach two thousand. My opinion is that we should rely on city for defense.” The half-elf gave his opinion: “city The wall helps to increase morale and reduce casualties.”

“No way, Esterel.” Ryan shook his head: “Defending the city is a bad strategy. In fact, many times I participated in the In the Barbarian Race war, the number of defenses is not much.”

“Why?” The half-elves felt strange.

“Being trapped in the city means morale is low, which means that clansman can get supplies from nearby villages and towns at will. You must know that the Barbarian Race came very suddenly. Many noble families only had time to take away some of their property, and Many civilians have not had time to withdraw to the city. Are we going to close the city gate and watch the clansman slaughter them to death?” Ryan said bitterly.

For barbarians, they never have to think about the consequences, nor do they have to worry about reputation and morality. What they have to do is to bring destruction to the southerners and bring wealth back to the north.

“If you decide to defend the city without doing anything, morale will collapse very quickly.” Ryan motioned to Ester to look at the militiamen: “When the time comes, you don’t need Barbarian Race to attack the city. These The militiamen will collapse.”

As he said, the faces of these militiamen were full of numbness, panic, and anxiety.

“Humans are fragile.” Estel said disdainfully: “We are willing to shed the last drop of blood for the forest.”

“We are also willing to bleed for the defense of the country! Ai! Stahl, please don’t mention your elves and our humans on equal terms.” Ryan shook his head suddenly: “Each of you can awaken professional innate talent as long as you reach thirty-five years old, but what about us humans? We humans can awaken. The professional innate talent accounts for less than 40% of the total population!”

Yes, the racial advantage of the elves is so great.

“Mr. Ryan, Your Excellency Albert hopes that you will go to the Earl’s Castle immediately. You have important military information!” A messenger came to Ryan and saluted him.

“What’s the matter? What happened?” Ryan had to say goodbye to Ester immediately, rode on Pine Cone, and rushed to Albert’s Earl’s Castle.

Albert’s Earl’s Castle is located in a small hill in the city of Millaudonhaven. It is equipped with a complete defense and a moat. There are also two artillery pieces on the city wall. There were far more soldiers than ever, and seeing Ryan arrived, the defenders lowered the drawbridge.

Albert and his two Knights were in the Conference Hall discussing the current military situation. Walnut Knight and Niclay’s face were both happy and worried.

“Mr. Ryan, there is good news… and bad news, which one do you want to hear?”

“Bad news first.”