The Norsca troops, with nearly 20,000 men, marched all the way south, and by the time they reached the border with Kislev, there were only about 15,000 men left. Some were left behind because they couldn't keep up with the marching speed of the large army, some were killed in a brawl during the march and were taken to sacrifice, and some were frozen to death on the road.

Finally, half a month later, in the middle of winter, they met the northern coalition forces in Kislev. In front of them was a wooden fortress with tall towers and a well-walled city.

The fortress didn't look very strong, and the wooden fortifications didn't stand much of an obstacle for the sadomasochistic warriors. However, Gretil knew that he was not facing an ordinary Lord of Kislev, but an opponent who was good at creating traps and disguising himself. His father, Assabar, was killed by a light enemy, when Rhodes assassinated nearly a third of the Norsca forces with a trap belt that stretched for miles.

So, this time, Grettier will never make the same mistake again. Although he also wanted to rush up and cut with a swing of the big axe. But no one knows if there is still that deadly trap in front of this camp, and there may be an invisible danger under the white snowflakes. After much deliberation, Gretil chose to camp in place, and first sent the marauder cavalry to investigate the truth.

The large army soon became busy, and due to the lack of supplies and systematic training, once again, their camp was built in a hazard manner. There were scattered tents in the east and west, but everyone didn't care, including Gretil himself. Even with losses along the way, he now has at least 15,000 men under his command, more than three times the size of Kislev's army. In this case, no matter how brave Rhodes is, it is impossible for him to take the initiative. What's more, he built the camp so beautifully, wasn't it just for positional warfare?

If Gretil is still a threat, it's from within the Legion. There are always provocateurs who are eager to fight, and when the minions are killed, they want to challenge the next level of opponents. Before engaging the enemy in a short fight, Gretil had to face such a problem.

In fact, he has already killed five challengers, and the one who is still making trouble is Austin, the chief of the Thunder Axe Clan. When Gretil ordered to set up camp instead of attacking directly, the red-skinned warlike chieftain couldn't stand it. Stand up directly to a duel with Gretil.

"You coward, we have been trekking for so long, and now, the enemy is in front of you, but you have retreated? Tell me, the blood god is above, what qualifications do you have to be our great chief?"

Austin stood outside the tent and glared at Gretil. His father had died at the mercy of Gretil, but as a sadomist, he didn't care. He followed Gretil only because he was a man blessed by the god of blood. And now, not accustomed to Gretill, Austin only wants to be the Great Chief himself, and he wants to challenge Gretil and use a bloody battle to tell the God of Blood that he should be the blessed one.

"What qualifications do I have? I killed your father, I killed all the challengers, that's the qualification!"

Gretil could only respond, he picked up his hammer and roared loudly.

Everyone saw it, and at the same time, the red-skinned guys had already put down their work and watched excitedly as the two yelled at each other.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

They shouted, eager for the two chiefs to face off.

Soon, Austin, the chief of the Thunderaxe Clan, picked up his axe and charged at him, charging like a bison, sending up a cloud of snow as Gretil roared in attack. His hammer slammed into Austin's right side of the body like a bombshell, and Austin swung a massive blood axe away from Gretil's hammer, while savage force swept the High Chief to the ground. 33

He then rushed forward, and the bloody axe slashed down again, trying to split the fallen Gretil in two. Gretil, on the other hand, rolled over to dodge the fatal blow while sweeping Austin's legs with his warhammer.

The Thunderaxe Chief barely dodged, but Gretil took the opportunity to get up and kick him to the ground, the hammer followed, and Austin scrambled out of the way again. Both of them gasped, seemingly ordinary moves, but they contained terrifying power, and normal people were hammered down, and their heads were absolutely shattered.

Soon, unable to control the anger in their hearts, the two charged head-on again. This time, Austin is knocked out by the rampaging Great Chief. He is physically strong as an ox, but Gretil, blessed by the Sadists, has even more violent strength. He was enraged, his muscles were bruised, and his skin was a bright fiery red.

In a roar, Gretil struck with a hammer. Austin raised his weapon to block, but the resistance grew weaker each time. The Great Chief swung his war hammer in succession, slamming it at the same angle. Finally, on the fourth blow, Austin couldn't hold on. He fell like a heavy bull in the snow.

And Gretil's anger was still there, he felt that his body was full of anger and power, and the blood god was looking at him and watching over him. Austin was his hand-picked assistant, but it was nothing compared to the blessing of the blood god.

Gretil walked over and struck at the feeble challenger. The massive hammer struck her chest, and thick blood gushed out of Austin's mouth. Stained the snow beneath him black and red.

Soon, Gretil picked up the battle axe left on the ground, and he held the axe in one hand, and in the frenzied shouts of the believers, he chopped off the head of Austin, the chief of the Thunder Axe Clan! Stopped at the feet of several tribal warriors.

On the field, the savage and fanatical shouts of the fighters suddenly sounded. No one cared that another chief of the Thunder Axe Clan had died, but they were cheering for this bloody scene.

"Sacrifice!"

Gretil growled.

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The Norscan army came to a halt a few miles from the camp, which finally relieved Rod. The so-called untiring and cautious are the strengths of the leader of the Norscan army, but at the same time, they are also his shortcomings. Being too cautious allowed him to miss out on his best attacking opportunities.

Rhodes looked at the setting sun in the sky and knew that everything was about to start.

After nightfall, the two armies confronted each other, and the camp was ablaze, and it seemed that everyone was recuperating for tomorrow's decisive battle. However, in sight of the Norskas, thousands of Kislev soldiers were quietly marching around the battlefield with a series of tools such as shovels and saws, and they were ordered to build a defensive line to block the battlefield at night......