Warhammer Divine Throne

PS: When you thought I had dropped it, I didn’t. This is also a kind of dropping! (manual humor)

The storm raged, with hail the size of eggs wreaking havoc in the air. Earl Ocasen cursed this damned weather as he and his subordinates hid under a tree that was not very tall.

The attendants had already given Earl Ocasen the best spot, and the earl, with a gray and battered appearance, hid among the close attendants. The incoming hail smashed directly onto his armor, scraping off a large chunk of the gold lacquer. Ocasen was heartbroken as the gold lacquer on the armor was forged from melted gold! It would cost quite a bit of gold to restore this set of armor again!

"Thud~ Thud~ Thud!" Dull thuds repeatedly sounded on the shield raised by the close attendants. The hail collided with the shield surface as if they were stone pellets, attacking these knights and their squires. Many knights, unable to dodge in time, were even hit by the hail, making them dizzy and lightly injured.

The peasant soldiers were not so lucky. Many peasant infantry were bashed until their heads bled, their bones broken by the hail, and there were even instances where peasant infantry were beaten to death by the hail. The remaining peasant infantry huddled together, screaming miserably and seeking the shelter of the shields, creating a scene of eerie wailing within the entire Winter Hunting Squad.

"Damn it! How could this happen?" Ocasen squatted on the ground to avoid the hail, shouting at his close attendant, "Why is there such heavy hail? I’ve been at the Sharp-Top Palace for over ten years and have never seen this kind of situation!"

"I don’t know what happened, my earl!" The close attendant also felt very frustrated and loudly replied to Ocasen, "Earl, the rain is heavy, let’s hide for now!"

"There’s nothing else we can do." Forced by the situation, Ocasen nodded in agreement, hiding within the shield wall formed by the close attendants, shivering from the cold and cursing the damned weather.

The wilderness near the Sharp-Top Palace was almost all swamp, and with the torrential rain mixed with snow and hail, it turned into a muddy waterlogged country. Many people were sinking into the swamp.

At this moment, not far from the Winter Hunting Squad, Laine led eighty knights swiftly approaching.

With Mogiana’s Life Magic "Petrification Body" and the Lake Pantheon Divine Art "Goddess’s Favor," the knights’ combat power was greatly enhanced, while "Goddess Radiance" and "Goddess Mist" protected them from the hail’s attack.

Finally, with the Eighth Ring Divine Skill "Cloud Rush," in such a muddy environment, the knights and their warhorses galloped over the swamp as if on solid ground, advancing at full speed.

The young Flame Sun Knight Juan Carlos the Sun Watcher was no stranger to battling on the battlefield, but in the storm, in the muddy swamp, the heart of this Flame Sun Knight surged with endless battle intent, and he felt his blood boiling: "Oh! Come on! I’m ready!"

"Advance! For the Lady! For Brittania!" Laine charged ahead, forming the very front of the battle line: "Advance!"

Holy Grail Knight, Laine’s Standard Bearer Armand raised the banner emblazoned with the Laine family crest high with one arm. In the pouring rain, this banner exuded the holy light from the Lake Fairy, dispersing all evil and protecting the knights from the rain and hail.

"Advance!!!" The eighty knights were fully armed and formed a cavalry lance array, sweeping towards Earl Ocasen’s Winter Hunting Squad with a stormy fury!

"Charge!!!"

When this silver torrent closed in to within just over a hundred meters of the Winter Hunting Squad, Earl Ocasen realized what was happening.

"Enemy attack!"

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

"Help!"

The sharp cries echoed throughout the Winter Hunting Squad, but how could the peasant infantry, bodies stuck in the swamp mud and pounded by sleet and hail, face the mass cavalry charge?

Escape! Escape! Escape immediately! This was all that filled the minds of almost every peasant infantry.

In the torrential rain, the Winter Hunting Squad could not stop its collapse. The knights crushed everything under the protection of holy spells, the sounds of flesh being torn, the cavalry lances piercing through bodies, reverberating endlessly.

The resistance of the Peasant Infantry Corps was torn apart like a rag by the knights.

Holy Grail Knight Fedmund raised the Sea God Trident, invoking the names of Sea God Manannan and the Lake Fairy. He pierced through three peasants in one strike, with waves surging, carrying them skyward amid the peasant infantry’s screams.

Paladin Jerald shone with pure radiance all around him, wielding his sword and shield, cutting into two all the peasants who dared approach. At this moment, Jerald’s heart held no mercy; he vowed to recover Musillon and restore the judgement of the Lake Fairy and Landuin’s glory to these lands!

"Stop them! Stop them!" Earl Ocasen, covered in mud, cursed everyone, stepping with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the muddy swampland. The sleet and cold rain penetrated his collar, waist, and back, chilling his bones and soul to the core.

The back of his plate armor constantly resounded with the sound of hail striking the armor; his helmet was askew, the cold rain slapping his face haphazardly. Ocasen’s vision was almost completely blocked by the rain and melting snow. He could only think of escaping, he must escape, escape back to the Sharp-Top Palace.