Warhammer Throne

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Big tears fell from Frederick's face, and the baron nodded, galloped, and left here, although the greenskins were unhappy, they didn't stop him.

What no one knows is that Frederick did not intend to escape, but the Baron went directly to the east.

Face to face, face to face, the two opponents Karl Franz and Vogaz-Ironjaw studied each other for a few seconds. All the fighting around seemed to have stopped, and the sense of silence fell unnaturally on the battlefield. The eyes were directed to the two warriors.

"The emperor of Xiami? Come here, I will pull the headgear off for you, you must slap you in the face!"

"Dirty bastard, go back to your evil place, this is the holy empire!"

They will be here for a championship duel.

The victor will win the war, and the loser will become the footnote of history.

The sacred hammer Gail Malaz in the emperor's hand was burning, and the silver seal on his chest was shining.

The axe of Vogaz-Ironjaw is longer than Karl Franz’s height. Its whole body is shrouded in a mysterious green force field. It is this force field that makes Gelt’s ultimate alchemy invalid, the emperor. Not only thinking in my mind, what exactly is this mysterious green force field.

The moment of distraction allowed Vogaz-Ironjaw to seize the opportunity. It swooped at its enemies with incredible swiftness. Compared to its huge height, its steps were incredibly dexterous, with a roar of waaagh. In the middle, the huge battle axe slashed down, vowing to split the emperor in half with one blow!

The emperor with only the legendary high-level strength has to face the high-level green-skinned warlord of the sanctuary. He can only rely on the instinct remaining in his body when he studied at the military academy and served in the army in his early years to fight against Vagaz-Iron Jaw. The emperor raised his shield and stopped the warlord’s great axe. The great power from the shield made Karl Franz murmur secretly. The emperor knew very well that if it weren’t for the magic hammer, Gal-Malaz could count ten times more. Strengthen your own strength, this one is enough to kill his life!

Gail Malaz is so powerful, as long as the strength of the imperial emperors of the past generations is acceptable, picking up this hammer can often have the ability to fight for a whole class.

The shield imprinted with dwarven runes using the finest iron still burst into pieces, and the remaining strength was enough to make Karl Franz's body tilt uncontrollably. It seemed that the emperor's empty door opened wide, and the warlord couldn't help but cheer. , It immediately took a step forward, raising its shield and preparing to smash the emperor's face!

However, Gal-Maraz gave the emperor an unparalleled strength enhancement. He continued his previous momentum and let his body retreat. Instead, he clasped the warhammer with both hands, letting the warhammer whirl at a beautiful angle and hit the warlord’s face. , The power of this blow made the warlord howl in pain, its entire face was completely deformed, the green muscles oscillated back and forth like ripples, and six teeth flew out of the mouth, including a large canine!

This blow used up all the strength of the emperor. He took the opportunity to distance himself from the warlord. The warlord touched his face and felt that he had lost a few teeth. It was the most primitive in the past. 'S instinct rushed over more ferociously.

The battle started again, this time neither side left any backs, the hammer Gail Malaz in the hands of the emperor is as powerful and violent as the emperor reappears in the world, and the big axe in the hands of the warlord seems to have been attacked. Brother guided me, attacking the emperor’s elbow everywhere, without stopping for a moment, everyone stopped fighting, watching this championship duel, which is a very rare practice between green skins and humans, and the emperor’s figure is like a road. Golden light, flickering and uncertain, and the figure of the warlord is like a thick dark green fog, full of oppression.

"Dang!" Seven minutes later, the emperor couldn't hold on at first. He gasped for breath, only feeling that his arms were as heavy as two iron ingots, and his forehead was sweaty. No sweating, and then sweating, many parts of his body sounded violent alarms, facing the warlord’s attack, even the slightest rubbing was enough to leave a large bowl on Karl-Franz’s body. Bruises.

He is a mortal after all.

The emperor began to lose support, from fifty-five to thirty-seven, and then to a warlord’s eight attacks. He could only fight back twice, and then he could only fight back once after ten attacks. retreat.

From birth to the present, Karl-Franz has never hated his weakness so much. His consciousness gradually dulled, his body became numb, his strength left him, and the torn organs in his body filled his mouth. The smell of rust.

That's it, is it over?

The emperor was hit by an axe. The hammer helped him block the blade of the axe, but failed to block the terrible power. He fell out and fell to the ground a few meters away. He almost subconsciously turned over but never stood. Can't get up, can only kneel on one knee.

In the last moments of his life, several questions suddenly popped up in Karl Franz's mind.

He doesn't understand, why did he lose?

Why? Is the Empire’s army insufficient? Is the technology of the empire underdeveloped? Are the warriors of the empire not brave enough?

It doesn't make sense. At the Black Fire Pass more than 2,000 years ago, the 12 tribes led by Charlemagne at that time had a combined total of less than 20,000 people. We have a full 40,000 people!

At that time, human beings, drinking blood, slashing and burning, except for a few weapons and equipment of dwarves, most of them only had cloth armor and leather armor, and even participated in the war with their upper body naked. Most of them did not even have a hard bow. A lot of artillery and even steam tanks.

So there is too much green leather? No, the scale of the green leather back then was much larger than here!

But why, why do we fail here?

The emperor watched a quick walk, took out the scimitar from his arms, and was about to cut off his first-class warlord. He suddenly understood.

Because we have lost our faith, our race has lost its blood, and our culture has had problems in the long history. Since when did human beings only learn to rely on guns and artillery to fight? When did we begin to lose our blood and courage, and the group of barbarians who watched the world disappeared into the old world and became a brother country that was always passively beaten, divided, and laughed at all day long?

Civilization has given mankind too many benefits, but barbarism always defeats civilization.

Why?

A few steps away, the green-skinned warlord’s muscles were like a high mountain, and the sun shone on its face. Vogaz-Ironjaw laughed wildly and strode forward, and the imperial army who saw this scene burst into tears.

The emperor wanted to accept his ending calmly, but he found that he couldn't do it.

So the emperor could only force himself to continue thinking.

Is barbarism destined to defeat civilization, or civilization itself is constantly regressing before losing to barbarism?

Also, why can human beings despise green skin? Did pride and prejudice destroy the enterprising spirit of the imperial people?

If I can regain the enterprising spirit of this challenger, and if I can be as strong as Charlemagne, I will definitely be able to defeat the enemy and save my country and my people, just as it was two thousand years ago!

After twenty or thirty years, once again, the emperor prayed to the gods and gods very reverently in his heart.

Great Charlemagne, the founder of the empire, the savior, the goblin slayer, the king of Carolingian, the hammer of heroes, the unity and unity of mankind.

Please give me strength and let me continue to fight.

If you still love your people, if you still love your empire.

Please give me strength!

Above the sky, thunder blasted, and a dazzling golden light tore out of the clouds in the sky.

This change did not arouse everyone's attention. Only the emperor himself suddenly felt that some kind of supreme existence responded to his prayers, and for the first time in more than fifty years, he seriously responded to his prayers.

The emperor’s thoughts before his death were truthfully passed on to the supreme being, and he admired his successor to finally see the essence.

In the past two thousand years, that supreme being has received countless such prayers.

This time, due to the extreme instability of the Maelstrom caused by the violent Chaos Wind and the failure of the Great Guardian one after another, he was finally able to respond to his followers.

This time, the emperor's devout prayers were not ignored.

Just as the warlord was about to raise the butcher knife, the emperor suddenly felt a coldness across his body. The powerful, golden lightning power poured into the emperor’s body from the handle of Gail Malaz’s hammer. Karl Franz did not Knowing why all this happened, he no longer felt tired now. On the contrary, among the limbs and hundreds of skeletons, infinite divine power enveloped the emperor, and some kind of supreme existence gave him power.

"Huh?" The green-skinned warlord was stunned. It looked at the emperor sluggishly, and saw that Karl-Franz's appearance changed in the eyes of the green-skinned warlord. For a while, he was a young man with a scattered brown. With long hair and rapeseed on his face, he was wild and full of vitality. He was wearing only shorts. For a while, he was a middle-aged man who was extremely brave and courageous. He stood like a **** among hundreds of thousands of spiked boys, unstoppable.

What about this big hammer-bearer...

After a while, Karl-Franz's appearance turned into an old man. His temples were slightly frosted, like an old dragon lying on his head, full of wisdom and dignity. He didn't say a word, but his throne was high in the temple. It has been overwhelmed by thousands of troops.

"???" Vogaz-Ironjaw was dumbfounded. The green-skinned warlord looked at all this in doubt. Then, the emperor's face changed again, and now a barbarian appeared in front of it, holding Gael Mara. Now, his muscles are stretched and he is full of strength. His height is only a little higher than Karl Franz, but his aura is very different. He is like a giant, stronger and savage.

"Leave this for me..." The green-skinned warlord subconsciously wanted to mock it, but when it saw the barbarian's face, its words stopped abruptly.

It was a picture carved into the depths of the green leather DNA. More than two thousand years ago, it was this barbarian. Together with a group of barbarians and a beard, the memory in the depths of the soul was revived, exactly the same. The warhammer, everything was exactly the same. .

Before this barbarian, the old world was a paradise of greenskins. The powerful barbarian tribe defeated the orcs in war, conquered the vast and fertile plains, and drove them to the desolate and ruined mountains.

"No! No! No! You are not him, you are not!" The warlord backed away in fear. There had never been such a level of fear in its life. Vogaz-Ironjaw backed back subconsciously, and it was frightened.

"Go back to where you belong, disgusting green guy!" The ancient Carolingian tribal language spit out from Karl Franz's mouth, the emperor's eyes shot out golden lightning, and he rose again, Gael- Malaz was burning.

At this moment, on the battlefield, under the eyes of everyone, Karl Franz broke through the legendary barrier and was promoted to the sanctuary.

The emperor who had been stagnating for more than ten years at the legendary high-level broke through in an instant.

The golden halo around him became more and more dazzling, as if the entire black fire pass was enveloped in a radiant curtain, and the twin-tailed flames wrapped him. He is now vigorous and vigorous.

It's him! It's him! it's him! That's the barbarian! The warlord's soul trembled under the emperor's radiant shadow. It constantly tried to retreat. It was a fear deep in the DNA. Before he appeared, Green Skin had never suffered such a failure.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed. Karl Franz felt his power. He let the mysterious instinct drive his attack. Gale Malaz was shining with the same unspeakable brilliance, hammerhead. Under the bombardment, the armor of the green-skinned warlord was instantly shattered, and then the emperor raised the warhammer high, and a golden lightning blasted from the sky above the sky, blasting the warlord to the ground.

In just five seconds, Karl-Franz felt that this mysterious power was disappearing quickly. In the illusion, a majestic figure with golden helmet, golden armor, golden robe and brown beard smiled at him, and then returned. Where he should have been.

"Empire, forever!" The emperor shouted violently, grabbed the tail of his power, gathered his last bit of strength, and waved his warhammer. This time, he reverently called out the name of the supreme existence.

"For Charlemagne! For the Empire!"

The flames of the twin-tailed comet on Gal-Malazi's hammer hit his face, and the hammer's head slammed on Vogaz-Ironjaw's forehead.

The warlord’s skull shattered, his brain exploded, and Karl Franz splashed all over.

"You...not...him!" the warlord issued his last last words.

"I am Karl Franz! Many people like to call me, Emperor!"

The warlord fell.

The greenskins were panicked, the black orcs were dumbfounded, and the big guys were scared to flee after seeing the emperor’s phantom. With the fall of the green-skinned warlord, the green-skinned army of dragons without a leader, they began to be confused, and some black orcs The leader and the green-skinned warlord tried to take over the command, but it obviously took time.

At this moment, Karl Franz suddenly seemed to feel something, and he turned his gaze to the east.

The sound of deep and majestic horns came from the east, heavy and neat footsteps joined the battlefield with a golden throne, four dwarf warriors carried the throne with shields, behind the throne, thousands of eternal guards, and more Army of dwarves.

Frederick was riding a pure blood elf war horse Voltaire, standing beside the throne, he said to the Supreme King on the throne: "Your Majesty, look! I promised you, the godfather did not lose! They are still fighting alone!"

"Humans and dwarves will fight together, just as they did more than two thousand years ago! They played well, and now it's our turn." The High King Thorgrin-Grim Neal's axe was raised in the hands of the grievant , He nodded calmly: "Dwarf!"

"Yes!" The thunderous response echoed on the Black Fire Pass.

"Go and support our allies! For Grunni, for Karaz-A-Karak!"

"go ahead!!!"