I'm glad you've realised that everyone loves your Bannerlord content so much, really is head and shoulders above anyone else. Keep it up man, you're giving lots of people joy :)
A Soldiers Journal (first entry found on Episode 32 comments) Winter 20, 1096. Moments of respite are few. The Commander is a restless soul. Few can claim to see him sleep. Fewer still point to this as a problem; his defeats are rare and none currently in the army have tasted such bitter drink with Brenin at the front. Spring 1, 1097. On our way to siege Quyaz, we stop to route a band of ransackers pillaging a village recently taken into our embrace. I observe a change in me, as the speed by which my life has changed finally catches up with me. The son of a fisherman, born in Skorin, I’d never been one to dream of warfare and conquest. A simpler life is one I’d envisioned, with a boat to call my own, afternoons spent repairing the nets, dawn and sunset on the frigid waters of Lake Laconis, drawing in the catch. But the death of my older brothers, Gartheg and Denvil, slain in battles with the Battanians, changed that. I began to train with spear and sword, to build the muscles necessary for long marches, the endurance and pain tolerance required for hand to hand combat on little sleep. My dreams at that time were rich with visions of cutting Battanians down, of exacting revenge. How things have changed! Recruited to the army of the usurper, as the royal land of Sturgia was no more, now united under Batannian colors. I had heard a similar fate was met by the Vlandians, a people few could have ever dreamed of succumbing to the wild and chaotic ways of our Battanian neighbors. My memories of my former life seem distant as a bird among the clouds, just as unknowable, never to return. Spring 11, 1097. The siege engines creak and fire, the bombardment finally complete. My platoon moved in through a breach in the wall. Aserai Militia firing arrows upon our heads, our own archers cutting them down, exposed as they were to fire as they stood atop battlements reduced to near rubble by our trebuchet. A spear thrust to my thigh nearly took me out of the battle, but I powered on, holding the image of our Commander, arrows bristling from his armor like a human pincushion, powering through enemy lines, eyes aflame, blade drawn and bloodied. The fighting was broken into two parts, breaching the walls, and then a quick and bitter fight in the courtyards. Once again the Commander was seen on a gurney, bloodied yet alert, ever motivating us onward. If he is not blessed by the gods, what foul magic could explain his near immortality? With so much death, it never seems to threaten our Commander with any meaning. Spring 12, 1097. The city taken, our commander retreats north for more forces. His mood has changed. Some say it is because he had desired the city of Quryaz for his own, a southern jewel for his crown, yet King Caladog and the council of lords gave to another. It is in this gloom we came across another army sieging Garantor Castle. It was presumed we would wait for reinforcements, out numbered as we were, but a foolish lord was caught up in conflict and Brennin rallied us to assist. As the battle began, the low light of a fading day golden across the rolling hills, I saw Brennin atop his horse, still not yet fully healed from the last conflict. The Aserai army we faced seemed innumerable, their infantry and calvary divisions limitless, and far exceeding our own. Yet as they rushed us, screaming, it was clear the troops comprising the foes forces were largely green. I took note of my ability to see this clearly for what felt like the first time. See their how they hold their spear, how they lack the equipment of a more veteran troop. Mostly tribesman fresh from the desert, ere one was slain another stood in his place, and on I chopped, the dizzy deluge of battle raging around me. The infantryman cannot have scope of the battlefield though, the way my archer or horse mounted brethren do. Tunnelvision is a must. Reliance and trust to hold my position, that my brothers will hold theirs, that the bows will sing and horse remain fleet of foot. It was a slaughter, a butchery, and unlike the march south I first tasted, somewhat joyless. I saw the enemy lords manacled and bloody among the rest of the prisoners, The Commander was there, speaking with them, for reasons unknown to me, save speculation as the grimace on Brennin’s face deepened, his dissatisfaction palpable. Spring 16, 1097. At the gates of Ain Baliq Castle. After welcoming new troops into our numbers, some Aserai among them, I saw myself in their eyes, the mixture of hope, and hate, as they wrestle with the knowledge of joining forces with he who so recently subjugated and slew. Our Commander shed his minor lords and their troops choosing to attack with his core guard alone. The gleam had returned, “we are invincible” our Commander was heard to exclaim. While none among my immediate camp could agree with this notion, having seen friends at arms depart the world in bloody fashion time and time again. It is in this mood that our siege was dropped, as a treaty of peace was offered and accepted with the Aserai, news of the Khuzaits far to the east marching on Battanian lands. Spring 22, 1097. The long march north. Where are we going? Where are we going? The question on all of our lips. At times the life of a foot soldier tests the limits of patience, so much of my body and soul placed in the trust of our Commander and his visions for the future. I’d always supposed lords to follow the edicts of their king, but marching with Brenin Inveth I have seen how untrue that is. Summer 5, 1097. We marched past Omor. Myself and others who named this land as our birth place requested permission to visit family, but it was denied. My heart ached in longing to see my mother, give her word that I am alive, and well as one can be, marching as I am on endless conquest. Summer 7, 1097. Outside the walls of Sibir. Our commander finds an army assaulting the great walls. It seems to have been raging for a day and a night, the remaining enemy well equipped and trained. Under the cover of darkness we attacked. The battlefield rolling green hills dotted with young birch trees, the white bark so innocent and un touched. We stood in box formation as the battle commenced, sturgeon voices heard from the enemy ranks. Would some distant cousin, or an old friend be of their number? I pushed the thought from my head. My weapon flashes through the dim gloom, A shout from one of my sergeants that our calvary has been cut down, swept away by the Khuzait horse archers. How one can travel at such great speeds, nock an arrow, aim and fire with deadly accuracy, is beyond me. We hide, vulnerable and exposed, behind our shields, waiting for an errant horse archer to come close enough to our spears to cut down the horse and swarm the rider enmass. The battle finally over, our camp that night was grim. None among us was unscathed, all bearing wounds, or the weight of loss as those we had called friends were now gone for ever, their life watering those birch trees, the bones future homes for small creatures and spring flowers. Summer 10, 1097. Outside the walls of Balgard. Desperate for troops, we stop at village after village, summoning the local youth to bolster our ranks. Yet doubt has sunk into my mind. At night I sleep in fits, dreams of Khuzaits flying by like dark shadows, spitting fire. How can boys with axes hope to fight such foes? Surely our Commander knows the need for more horseman to combat this foe. But first the city before, Balgard, must be dealt with. The arrogance and foolishness of rebellion against the might of Battania! And as punishment the jewel of Battania, our commander, held in such clear esteem by the gods themselves, will be their judge, jury, and executioner. The thick walls quaked and groaned under the steady bombardment. Summer 17, 1097. Dawn. We charge the walls. A swarm of rebel militia is caught, and slain. The rest of the garrison force empties out the front gate as the main thrust of their forces sallies out, taking us by surprise. “This rebel force has been festering for too long” Our commander cries, swinging a glaive festooned with crow feathers, obtained from our last battle with the Khuzaits.The militia was numerous and fought hard, but their robes and hand axes were no match for our armored troops, and we churned through them, harvesting souls, a wave of scythe’s laying stalks of grain down for the long sleep. As the battle wound down, villagers emerged from hideouts to thank us and praise their release from what, by all accounts, was a bitter rebel lord with little love for the people he governed. At night we supped on fresh milk from a nearby village, word filtering among the camp that Brenin had taken to the hills beyond, alone on his horse save his closest companions, to contemplate the vista and weigh his next move. I agreed heartily with others in my camp, yea, ’twould follow this god among men anywhere, even the farthest reaches of Khuzait lands, for he is a leader worthy of such faith.
Damn, brother. This journal is pretty good! I actually did one around a dozen episodes back, but I'm just too lazy to write one for every episode, so I call it quits until I have the inspiration to do it again :V
Hey Apollo, I’ve watched every campaign since 2020. This one is my favourite by far, particularly because of how elite of an army you built up earlier in the series. Now that your party can fit 330+ it would be awesome to see you max it out with elite troops, like 120 fian champions, 100 elite sturgian infantry, etc. Thanks again for the series, very glad you’re continuing it!
"The battle of Sibir was a costly battle with heavy losses on each side, several accounts from different soldiers describes the brutality of the fighting" Bittanian chronicler early Summer 1097 "The following siege of Balgard was equaly a hard one, the cracks previosly metioned were now wide open" Bittanian chronicler mid summer 1097
That seige against the Battanian Rebel Faction was awesome! I believe the Sturgian Remnants and the Vlandian Remnants allied against us, and took over those two cities. Never underestimate Rebels, especially if they have a sizeable Sturgian force within it. Can't wait for the livestream!
Yeah, all European viewers, livestream of your life with Apollo this Friday, January the 19th, 10pm CET. There will be an endless row of entertaining battles and just his highness' greatness, we all love.
42:20 Apollo: "Urgh, damn these Khuzaits!" Me: "Why do I feel like this is not his first time saying that . . . ?"
Рік тому+2
How funny, we go from the Crusade in the Holy Land to the Baltic Crusades (only instead of Lithuanian pagans, we have something similar to Mongols). The Khuzait will be a big challenge, it will be difficult to deal with their cavalry, as shown in your first battle against them (it took almost 30 episodes for a war against them to happen), but that is what makes it an interesting confrontation.
Hey Apollo what's up Two tips for you, companions can become lords.. and discard equipment to get even more xp to your troops.. keep doing this series lovin it
Doing my playthrough as a Kuzait. The Khan died and I was made the new Khan. I only recruit cavalry / about 50/50 horse archers and melee cav. Did the main quest and defeated the empire! Mongol invasion! So fun fighting pitch battles with 300 cav only
My heart dropped when he didn't take the long glaive but instead get the feathered one after the Battle for Sibir. No patronization here, of course, just my OCD acting up :V
Someone told me tomorrow Apollo is doing a live-streamed episode. That's kinda cool... can't remember where I heard it. The streets are saying 4 pm EST.
It might be better to just sneak into a besieged city against the Kuzaits than face them on the field. Those horse archers make short work of melee cav.
So Apollo, whenever you lose a siege engine during siege, you lose the troops manning it. That's why keeping destroyed siege engines to a minimal during a siege is a priority.
Also in dealing with rebels, there is a good policy to increase loyalty for cities that are not the same culture as the owner. The small downside is that it decreases loyalty to cities with the same culture (not that they need it as much)
Your using a pretty nice glaive since it can be both one handed and two handed, but yeah its not for sieges since it'll keep on hitting the tops of doorways.
if you want to replenish your army go to a town or city and and to to the city menu and then leave your army will have more men keep going around and your amy will be replenished Pls use apollo it will help
hey apollo, i was just wondering why don't you replace your shield with more arrows or perhaps another weapon? considering you use two handed weapons and can't use the shield anyways. still it does look cool on your back if you wanna keep it
Hey Apollo, hoping to catch your live feed later. BTW you have to pay tribute to them as compensation for taking their territory initially, after a while it gradually lowers but I see what you mean about it not making sense...Hey I just wiped out your army but I have to pay you to stop me attacking?!
I'm glad you've realised that everyone loves your Bannerlord content so much, really is head and shoulders above anyone else. Keep it up man, you're giving lots of people joy :)
Glad you enjoy it!
A Soldiers Journal (first entry found on Episode 32 comments)
Winter 20, 1096. Moments of respite are few. The Commander is a restless soul. Few can claim to see him sleep. Fewer still point to this as a problem; his defeats are rare and none currently in the army have tasted such bitter drink with Brenin at the front.
Spring 1, 1097. On our way to siege Quyaz, we stop to route a band of ransackers pillaging a village recently taken into our embrace. I observe a change in me, as the speed by which my life has changed finally catches up with me. The son of a fisherman, born in Skorin, I’d never been one to dream of warfare and conquest. A simpler life is one I’d envisioned, with a boat to call my own, afternoons spent repairing the nets, dawn and sunset on the frigid waters of Lake Laconis, drawing in the catch. But the death of my older brothers, Gartheg and Denvil, slain in battles with the Battanians, changed that. I began to train with spear and sword, to build the muscles necessary for long marches, the endurance and pain tolerance required for hand to hand combat on little sleep. My dreams at that time were rich with visions of cutting Battanians down, of exacting revenge. How things have changed! Recruited to the army of the usurper, as the royal land of Sturgia was no more, now united under Batannian colors. I had heard a similar fate was met by the Vlandians, a people few could have ever dreamed of succumbing to the wild and chaotic ways of our Battanian neighbors. My memories of my former life seem distant as a bird among the clouds, just as unknowable, never to return.
Spring 11, 1097. The siege engines creak and fire, the bombardment finally complete. My platoon moved in through a breach in the wall. Aserai Militia firing arrows upon our heads, our own archers cutting them down, exposed as they were to fire as they stood atop battlements reduced to near rubble by our trebuchet. A spear thrust to my thigh nearly took me out of the battle, but I powered on, holding the image of our Commander, arrows bristling from his armor like a human pincushion, powering through enemy lines, eyes aflame, blade drawn and bloodied. The fighting was broken into two parts, breaching the walls, and then a quick and bitter fight in the courtyards. Once again the Commander was seen on a gurney, bloodied yet alert, ever motivating us onward. If he is not blessed by the gods, what foul magic could explain his near immortality? With so much death, it never seems to threaten our Commander with any meaning.
Spring 12, 1097. The city taken, our commander retreats north for more forces. His mood has changed. Some say it is because he had desired the city of Quryaz for his own, a southern jewel for his crown, yet King Caladog and the council of lords gave to another. It is in this gloom we came across another army sieging Garantor Castle. It was presumed we would wait for reinforcements, out numbered as we were, but a foolish lord was caught up in conflict and Brennin rallied us to assist. As the battle began, the low light of a fading day golden across the rolling hills, I saw Brennin atop his horse, still not yet fully healed from the last conflict. The Aserai army we faced seemed innumerable, their infantry and calvary divisions limitless, and far exceeding our own. Yet as they rushed us, screaming, it was clear the troops comprising the foes forces were largely green. I took note of my ability to see this clearly for what felt like the first time. See their how they hold their spear, how they lack the equipment of a more veteran troop. Mostly tribesman fresh from the desert, ere one was slain another stood in his place, and on I chopped, the dizzy deluge of battle raging around me. The infantryman cannot have scope of the battlefield though, the way my archer or horse mounted brethren do. Tunnelvision is a must. Reliance and trust to hold my position, that my brothers will hold theirs, that the bows will sing and horse remain fleet of foot. It was a slaughter, a butchery, and unlike the march south I first tasted, somewhat joyless. I saw the enemy lords manacled and bloody among the rest of the prisoners, The Commander was there, speaking with them, for reasons unknown to me, save speculation as the grimace on Brennin’s face deepened, his dissatisfaction palpable.
Spring 16, 1097. At the gates of Ain Baliq Castle. After welcoming new troops into our numbers, some Aserai among them, I saw myself in their eyes, the mixture of hope, and hate, as they wrestle with the knowledge of joining forces with he who so recently subjugated and slew. Our Commander shed his minor lords and their troops choosing to attack with his core guard alone. The gleam had returned, “we are invincible” our Commander was heard to exclaim. While none among my immediate camp could agree with this notion, having seen friends at arms depart the world in bloody fashion time and time again. It is in this mood that our siege was dropped, as a treaty of peace was offered and accepted with the Aserai, news of the Khuzaits far to the east marching on Battanian lands.
Spring 22, 1097. The long march north. Where are we going? Where are we going? The question on all of our lips. At times the life of a foot soldier tests the limits of patience, so much of my body and soul placed in the trust of our Commander and his visions for the future. I’d always supposed lords to follow the edicts of their king, but marching with Brenin Inveth I have seen how untrue that is.
Summer 5, 1097. We marched past Omor. Myself and others who named this land as our birth place requested permission to visit family, but it was denied. My heart ached in longing to see my mother, give her word that I am alive, and well as one can be, marching as I am on endless conquest.
Summer 7, 1097. Outside the walls of Sibir. Our commander finds an army assaulting the great walls. It seems to have been raging for a day and a night, the remaining enemy well equipped and trained. Under the cover of darkness we attacked. The battlefield rolling green hills dotted with young birch trees, the white bark so innocent and un touched. We stood in box formation as the battle commenced, sturgeon voices heard from the enemy ranks. Would some distant cousin, or an old friend be of their number? I pushed the thought from my head. My weapon flashes through the dim gloom, A shout from one of my sergeants that our calvary has been cut down, swept away by the Khuzait horse archers. How one can travel at such great speeds, nock an arrow, aim and fire with deadly accuracy, is beyond me. We hide, vulnerable and exposed, behind our shields, waiting for an errant horse archer to come close enough to our spears to cut down the horse and swarm the rider enmass. The battle finally over, our camp that night was grim. None among us was unscathed, all bearing wounds, or the weight of loss as those we had called friends were now gone for ever, their life watering those birch trees, the bones future homes for small creatures and spring flowers.
Summer 10, 1097. Outside the walls of Balgard. Desperate for troops, we stop at village after village, summoning the local youth to bolster our ranks. Yet doubt has sunk into my mind. At night I sleep in fits, dreams of Khuzaits flying by like dark shadows, spitting fire. How can boys with axes hope to fight such foes? Surely our Commander knows the need for more horseman to combat this foe. But first the city before, Balgard, must be dealt with. The arrogance and foolishness of rebellion against the might of Battania! And as punishment the jewel of Battania, our commander, held in such clear esteem by the gods themselves, will be their judge, jury, and executioner. The thick walls quaked and groaned under the steady bombardment.
Summer 17, 1097. Dawn. We charge the walls. A swarm of rebel militia is caught, and slain. The rest of the garrison force empties out the front gate as the main thrust of their forces sallies out, taking us by surprise. “This rebel force has been festering for too long” Our commander cries, swinging a glaive festooned with crow feathers, obtained from our last battle with the Khuzaits.The militia was numerous and fought hard, but their robes and hand axes were no match for our armored troops, and we churned through them, harvesting souls, a wave of scythe’s laying stalks of grain down for the long sleep. As the battle wound down, villagers emerged from hideouts to thank us and praise their release from what, by all accounts, was a bitter rebel lord with little love for the people he governed. At night we supped on fresh milk from a nearby village, word filtering among the camp that Brenin had taken to the hills beyond, alone on his horse save his closest companions, to contemplate the vista and weigh his next move. I agreed heartily with others in my camp, yea, ’twould follow this god among men anywhere, even the farthest reaches of Khuzait lands, for he is a leader worthy of such faith.
Such a cool writing style ! You should do a complete version which includes all the highlights of the campaign.
Damn, brother. This journal is pretty good! I actually did one around a dozen episodes back, but I'm just too lazy to write one for every episode, so I call it quits until I have the inspiration to do it again :V
Love it man. Some great writing skills, enjoyed the read. Brings this story come to life
Amazing!
Damn took me a whole 15 mins read this
Hey Apollo, I’ve watched every campaign since 2020. This one is my favourite by far, particularly because of how elite of an army you built up earlier in the series. Now that your party can fit 330+ it would be awesome to see you max it out with elite troops, like 120 fian champions, 100 elite sturgian infantry, etc. Thanks again for the series, very glad you’re continuing it!
Apollo: let's show these horse archers how it's done!
The very next couple seconds: he eats like 6 arrows.
I always love his perfectly-timed jinxes 😂🤣
"The battle of Sibir was a costly battle with heavy losses on each side, several accounts from different soldiers describes the brutality of the fighting" Bittanian chronicler early Summer 1097
"The following siege of Balgard was equaly a hard one, the cracks previosly metioned were now wide open" Bittanian chronicler mid summer 1097
apollo it could be a good idea to equip a second quiver instead of a shield so dont run out of arrows as often. You sword is a 2H anyway
That seige against the Battanian Rebel Faction was awesome! I believe the Sturgian Remnants and the Vlandian Remnants allied against us, and took over those two cities. Never underestimate Rebels, especially if they have a sizeable Sturgian force within it. Can't wait for the livestream!
"Lets get some troops to the army" avoids cities like the plague.
Found this serious and have been watching it so much everyday. You do a great job at capturing an audience and have great commentary. Thank you.
Yeah, all European viewers, livestream of your life with Apollo this Friday, January the 19th, 10pm CET. There will be an endless row of entertaining battles and just his highness' greatness, we all love.
42:20
Apollo: "Urgh, damn these Khuzaits!"
Me: "Why do I feel like this is not his first time saying that . . . ?"
How funny, we go from the Crusade in the Holy Land to the Baltic Crusades (only instead of Lithuanian pagans, we have something similar to Mongols). The Khuzait will be a big challenge, it will be difficult to deal with their cavalry, as shown in your first battle against them (it took almost 30 episodes for a war against them to happen), but that is what makes it an interesting confrontation.
Happy you're keeping the campaign going. I sit on my loom, weaving away, watching. It passes the time nicely😁
Companions / family take up a unit space in your army. So when you started your parties, you lost a troop
Might be a bit late to skill it up but a swinging polearm would be AMAZING on horseback. The sword is a bit of a struggle
Scratch that you switched to the Glaive midway! lol
Love the Bannerlord content King Apollo. Keep it coming 🙏
Love to see you taking the aseria palace guards, those guys are dope af.
Hey Apollo what's up
Two tips for you, companions can become lords.. and discard equipment to get even more xp to your troops.. keep doing this series lovin it
My day needed this!! Thank you Apollo❤
You can't summon lords to your army while sieging anymore you need to summon them before you start the siege, great vid as always!
Friday at 4 PM I'll be working. Overtime 6 days a week. So I'll watch it on Sunday, my only day off
What do you mean experiment with the glaive. Every playthrough you end up using the glaive.
Doing my playthrough as a Kuzait. The Khan died and I was made the new Khan. I only recruit cavalry / about 50/50 horse archers and melee cav. Did the main quest and defeated the empire! Mongol invasion! So fun fighting pitch battles with 300 cav only
My heart dropped when he didn't take the long glaive but instead get the feathered one after the Battle for Sibir. No patronization here, of course, just my OCD acting up :V
Glad I'm not the only one noticing and being cringed by that :)
I think you need always talk to the Clan Leader to make them switching sides. Normal members cannot.
4PM EST will be 11PM for me :( Sadge
I am having a great day today, because of this episode thx apollo❤
road to 1 million apollo, your only 72k subs away
Someone told me tomorrow Apollo is doing a live-streamed episode. That's kinda cool... can't remember where I heard it. The streets are saying 4 pm EST.
It might be better to just sneak into a besieged city against the Kuzaits than face them on the field. Those horse archers make short work of melee cav.
Parties with less than 10 troops trapped endlessly in his army.😢
Horse Archers are insane holy cow
So Apollo, whenever you lose a siege engine during siege, you lose the troops manning it. That's why keeping destroyed siege engines to a minimal during a siege is a priority.
Also in dealing with rebels, there is a good policy to increase loyalty for cities that are not the same culture as the owner. The small downside is that it decreases loyalty to cities with the same culture (not that they need it as much)
Yo Apollo can you do a Sturgia campaign?
THANK YOU APOLLO!
Your using a pretty nice glaive since it can be both one handed and two handed, but yeah its not for sieges since it'll keep on hitting the tops of doorways.
See you Friday be there or be square ⬛😂 😎
Yeah be there or be square bros 😎😎😎😎
You might sell your shield and buy some other arrows.
P.s. I love your videos. Keep it going.
Apollo its been a while and yes to live stream 🎉🎉😊❤
Two requests
- get rid of your shield get more arrows... You never use your shield
- Get a big two handed axe... Your sword does not fit the character
Apollo you should have a bodyguard of elite cavalry follow you. I hate seeing brenin getting knocked out and more battanians dying
I love all ur content Apollo 😊
if you want to replenish your army go to a town or city and and to to the city menu and then leave your army will have more men keep going around and your amy will be replenished Pls use apollo it will help
Love your episodes❤️
Keep them coming
Can’t wait for the livestream!!! WAR!!
He's getting more Aseria 😍, do Palace guards!
Lets go!
Love the content
Apollo check out "Lost Souls - childhood died"
I bet you're gonna like it.
...you rock
Stream happens on my birthday nice :)
hey apollo, i was just wondering why don't you replace your shield with more arrows or perhaps another weapon? considering you use two handed weapons and can't use the shield anyways. still it does look cool on your back if you wanna keep it
Bro you need a good old blunt 😅
I'll be there, great video.
Live in India so 4 pm est is like 2 30 am at night here BUT HEY I CAN ALWAYS WATCH THE VOD :)
pretty sure you can't add lords to the army dearing the siege you have to back out then add more lords
I'm excited for the live!!!!
You 3 go build an army! Where did my troops go?🤔
2:30am for me nice🥲
Looking forward to the stream
Is your battle size 1000?
MAKE THE STREAM ON SATURDAY
SO PEOPLE ARE FREE AND NOT BUSY
Awesome 👌 👏
bruh 4pm east is midnight for me
Don't forget to like Apollos video's he has 9k views but only 900 likes. Smash that like bottom for Apollo!
You should let your infantry express their skills instead of keeping them in shield wall.
Yo love your contents, do you also looking forward to the mod shokuhō Mod?
Sorry Apollo but who wasn’t kinda cheering for the 2nd rebel city?!?! The game put its best together for that fight.
❤
Why don't you starve out the garrison before you attack? The militia troops left don't put up much of a fight compared to the garrison.
Has one of your companions not have any weapons ??
Shalom
Hey Apollo, hoping to catch your live feed later. BTW you have to pay tribute to them as compensation for taking their territory initially, after a while it gradually lowers but I see what you mean about it not making sense...Hey I just wiped out your army but I have to pay you to stop me attacking?!
Nice job today Pixie..
Since this is basically "Campaign+", you should try and get back some mods.
Hope ill make it tomorrow!
That would be Saturday 4pm for me Bro 😎🎱
I'm from the future 😉😘🗝️⚒️⚔️⚖️☠️🙏🕊️
praying Apollo doesn’t follow the leaving YT trend
If you complete the map I will loose my mind
I will Be There!!!!!
glaive op
Can we get more elves battles
42 seconds and I'm the 10th person to like the video I was hoping to be first
"You jerk"
letsss gooooo
yippe
We didn't make it to 1000?
I will BE THERE
Kl 22 00 i Danmark :p
Live stream🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
Show some love to your companions you're rich
Furst
I am the first
Play the 1100 mod plese with eriks troops.