Warhammer Throne

The water of the Rick River should have rushed quickly under the walls of Fort Kronborg, but now the Rick River water is like a ball of drunk vomit after a hangover, tumbling with a crazy stench, yellow The green silt blocked the river channel.

As an important fortress of the empire and the main link between Marienburg, Middenheim, and Brunswick, it was built for defense. Its towering outer wall stands proudly on the cliffs made of smooth rocks, symbolizing Midden. The banner of the white wolf swayed above the castle with the increasingly filthy cold wind. This is the gateway to Brunswick and the necessary target for the epidemic army to march on.

The person responsible for guarding Kronborg is Midden Marshal Blücher, and he is also the Duke of Kronborg. This is a veteran in his seventies. He has been stuck at the pinnacle of the legend for more than 30 years. Shuai was considered by Boris Todd Blinger that “the heroes who command less than 20,000 people are more idiots who are too determined to be better at hitting the wall than the charge”, so he has not been reused in several major battles. Shuai is often depressed, and often fantasizes about various adventures, such as "I was pregnant with an elephant, which was done by a Breton", and made serious protests to the Breton court.

  Knight Queen Suria also replied solemnly: "Please give birth to the elephant, and we will claim it and pay for it."

At the peak of Kronborg, there were more than 10,000 troops stationed, and now there are fewer than 5,000 defenders. Duke Blücher has received an order from Marshal Helberg, the self-appointed Regent of the Empire, asking him to abandon the existing army and lead Withdraw the remaining army from Kronborg to Braunschweig.

Duke Blücher certainly disagrees. For this old man, Heilberg's orders were inexplicable. You are a marshal, and I am also a marshal. You have to use Rick's edict to control my midden collar. Of the army?

  In the end, Duke Blücher only agreed to transfer away the world-famous Kronborg Great Sword Group. After all, this big sword group was loyal to Emperor Karl-Franz, and it was reasonable for them to be transferred.

And not long after the Kronborg Great Sword Regiment was withdrawn, the offensive of the Nurgle-Peptide Army arrived at the famous Grote brothers. Duke Blücher was originally very strong on the defense of Kronborg and the city. Confident. Although he has only five thousand people, these five thousand people have an elite field army. Some have participated in many wars against the orc tribes, the goblin war gang, and the small chaos cult groups as a semi-professional army for a long time. He firmly believes I can hold on until the reinforcements arrive.

  But in fact, only two hours after the war, Marshal Blücher discovered a terrifying fact.

  The strong walls are cracking.

  The old man rushed up the city wall frantically. He saw that the strong granite city wall that was originally as strong as iron, carefully dug from the roof of the world mountain range, appeared one after another cracks, and then quickly expanded to the width of the blade.

"No, it's impossible. This is hard granite. We have personally inspected it during the acceptance. It must never become like this." The old man reached into the gap in the wall, wanting to see what he thought. What happened to the proud city wall?

  Thick gloves pulled out a handful of rotten sand from the cracks in the city wall. The surface of the sand was still foaming and emitting an unpleasant smell.

   "Marshal, there is a problem with the wall!" The lieutenant ran over and cried: "The wall is melting. None of us knows what happened."

"No matter what happens, the firepower must be maintained." Marshal Blucher pushed the adjutant away: "Tal's teeth! No one is allowed to leave his position! Otherwise, I will use Majlick's hammer. Will personally smash his head!"

"Yes!"

The defenders continued to stubbornly resist. Blücher was fortunate that the artillery was still useful to these enemies, but even the earth itself seemed to be awakened to deal with them, and beast hooves and iron boots resounded from every direction in the vast forest. The roar.

Acid rain came up and down in the sky, and these rainwater with a foul smell and corrosive liquid roared. At first, it was no different from ordinary rainstorms, but soon, the droplets that fell from the sky became heavier and heavier. It turned into hailstones of mud and condensed and joined the battle with disgustingly. Every piece of exposure on the ground made the ground slippery and unstable. The cannon's wheels rolled around making the gunner's movements slow and slipping.

Part of the artillery produced in the small workshop in Middenheim has shown signs of cracking under the erosion of this acid rain. The rain hit the barrel of the gun, making a sizzling noise, and the breastplates of the soldiers. If the rain seeped into the eyes, the brave soldiers of the Empire would make a sad cry. Marshal Blücher had to run back and forth to inspire morale, and at the same time ordered the soldiers to fire as much as possible.

  Imperial defenders have been pouring firepower from the beginning of the enemy's appearance, outputting bursting walls of fire to pound the oncoming tribes in groups.

"Tal's tooth, Urik will curse you!" The old man watched as the vanguard of the Norsca marauders were eliminated. The barbarian knew how good he was.

However, even though the firearms have harvested a large number of enemies, the countless enemies still rushed forward without fear. They were fearless, madly climbing over the twitching corpses, savagely savage singing, and washed by the pouring rain. The body of the barbarians not only did not slow down their actions, but became stronger. Duke Blücher saw that some muskets penetrated the bodies of the barbarians, but they only penetrated, and some barbarians did not even have them. Bleeding, just sprayed out yellow-green pus, and then soaked in rain water, the wound healed on the spot.

  Can’t go on like this!

  The old marshal was planning to reorganize the defending army, and looking for the location of the Chaos Lord, he quickly ran to the wall.

  The scene in front of him caused the old man to have a cardiopulmonary arrest.

  The walls of Kronborg are gone!

  The whole city wall has been firmly wrapped up by soaring vines and constantly wriggling tentacles! In the singing of praise of Nurgle, the poisonous vines constantly twisted and continued to climb up the city wall. Thousands of tentacles happily extended up the corroded surface of the city wall, the once extremely hard granite The walls of the city walls are as fragile as cheese on the surface of the tentacles that constantly secrete muddy mucus, and the small towers have shaken the foundations under the corrosion of the tentacles.

  Duke Blücher watched, the remaining defenders had already fallen into a frenzy of tumbling profane flesh, being torn apart and devoured by the torrent of green and brown.

This extremely brave old man who had led the charge of the imperial pioneers and pistol cavalry countless times reached out his hand and covered his mouth. The fear from the depths of his soul had swallowed his will, and the giant minotaur did not scare him. Shuai watched as the remaining defenders had already fallen into a frenzy of tumbling blasphemous flesh, being torn apart and swallowed by the torrent of green and brown.

There is no word that can describe this army in Blücher’s memory. The Plague Legion is made up of a large group of weird and anomalous things. Some can be seen as Yankees wearing plate armor and matted fur, some A plague patient wielding a hook and flail in weird shapes,

  Some forest beasts that have been beyond the cognition range of mortals are abominable, swollen and pus, and coveted by unnatural desires. All creatures flash with the vague outline of demons, roaring and screaming in the majestic rain.

No one can resist that number of enemies. They swarmed like rats, using their hands and feet to climb the steep walls along the luxuriant thorns and thorns. The stones stepped on their feet and were crushed by their weight. , But they still went forward, laughing and climbing forward on the corpse of the rolling down companion.

"Retreat, retreat to the inner castle, retreat." The Duke Blücher realized that they would never be able to fight against such an enemy. He joined the army at the age of 18 until now, the old man has never been so shaken, he cried and cried. Said: "Withdraw to the inner castle!"

Before he finished his words, the slate floor under the old handsome's feet began to melt. His hard army boots stepped on the mud. The once tamped mud and the sturdy road paved with slabs are now like a large swamp of filthy swamps, with foul-smelling torrents following. The melting of the slate splashed out, shooting Marshal Blücher all over his face, and the pungent smell made the old man scream and climb up to a fairly solid place.

   also made him sober. Marshal Blücher looked at the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and he felt that his brain was emptied.

  He recalled his childhood, in the Urik church, the future that Urik fortuned for him.

   "Planning, fighting."

   "There are defeats and there are victories."

   "Awaken, then be strong."

   "Now, head to glory."

  Yes, nothing can resist such a terrible enemy, at least not in Kronborg.

"Retreat! Retreat to Braunschweig! Evacuate everyone!" The old marshal finally realized it. He cried and let everyone escape, and the defenders of Kronborg could hardly believe that this was stubborn and stubborn. For a moment everyone was stunned by the command issued by the old man who knew how to charge, but Blücher kept ordering, and the old man continued to scream: "Withdraw! This is an order! Whoever disobeys me will kill you now." "

  So the imperial soldiers don’t want to escape? Don't you want to survive?

The answer is of course no. While the Nurgle army has not yet completed the encirclement, the imperial soldiers fled in panic and fled towards the east. The gate of the castle, which was already in a collapsed and melted state, was opened. About 2,000 imperial soldiers fled. A heavy encirclement.

Marshal Blücher was bloody, and the old marshal stopped at the gate of the inner castle alone as the legendary peak powerhouse. He personally killed more than 30 chaos warriors, six evil beasts of Nether and countless The Norsca predator bought time for his men to escape. He was like crazy, only attacking but not defending. The land at the gate of the inner fort of Kronborg was stained red with his blood.

  The old man who has served in the Imperial Army for more than 50 years shows what he has on this day!

  Under the brilliance of Urik, the old man, as an imperial man, has reached the most glorious culmination of his life at this moment. One person killed two Yankees from the war gang.

   "Hahahaha~ Come on!"

   "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~ Yankees, you Grandpa Blucher is here! I will send you to see your **** now!"

   Flesh and blood flew across, firing a musket.

Throwing away the curly-edged long knife, watching his guards and the last group of artillery escape to the sky, he laughed loudly. Before he could laugh enough, the ground under him sank directly, and a huge claw came from The ground stretched out, overthrowing the collapsed Kronborg Neborg like a building block, and let out a triumphant roar: "The same is true for me!"

   is the third brother of Grote’s three brothers, Grotte!

"It's not over yet!" Marshal Blücher yelled nervously: "Everything is not over yet. Wait, you north guys. We will end you under the throne of Charlemagne, Boris and Karl-Four. Langz will avenge me and wait for Gal-Malaz’s trial. The fate of you fallen ones is doomed..."

   "Pop~" Gurit's big foot fell, and he stepped Blücher into the ground. The old man's body was shattered and he sank into the ground.

   "So this is the end of Kronborg?" Big brother Otto announced another victory.

  "Big brother, did you hear someone talking just now?" The second brother Ezerac shook his cane with a bell, and the white wolf banner at the highest point of Kronborg was instantly lit by green flames and fell from a height.

   "It seems to be there, but I can't remember it." Otto muttered.

   "Forget it, no matter." Second brother Ezerac agreed: "It's your turn to act, third brother!"

"The same is true for me." Gurit yelled enthusiastically. It vented all its desire for destruction. The original solid Kronborg walls and inner castle had been corroded and riddled with holes at this time. Gurit said The way of pushing the blocks knocked everything down, and then he patted his stomach contentedly.

Around   Kronborg, the symphony played by the Nurgles, the **** river of flesh, the broken spine and the rotten human body, everything swelled in the storm.

  Kronborg has fallen.

  …………I am the dividing line where Kronborg fell…………

  At the same time, the Eternal Chaos God Chosen Aichaen, who is located on the throne of the Northern Wasteland in the Chaos Wasteland, also heard the voice of Tyrion in the subspace.

  Why is this person so stupid?

   Aichaen thought, Eternal God chose to think that this Osu'an regent and the incarnation of Kane was not a demon, right?

  Many people think that Kane’s doctrine and the doctrine of fear of abuse have many similarities. Isn’t Kane a trumpet for fear of abuse?

  In fact, it is not at all. Kane is an elven **** no matter how you say it, and Terrorism is undoubtedly a chaos **** no matter how "curvy loyalty" is.

For Kane, killing is a means. The purpose of the last race is to build a society of the survival of the fittest. The Kane assassins pursue extremely fancy killing moves all day long, especially if they kill too much. Ugly, the way is too low-level and too low, not only can't please Kane, but also easy to incur Kane's anger.

For terrorism, killing is the goal, and everything else is a means. Terrorism only wants blood flowing, falling heads, the roar of the winner, and complete destruction. It doesn’t matter **** or who to kill. The blood **** never asks where the blood comes from, as long as he kills, he is a good believer who fears abuse.

  The Eternal God's Choice first thought about the pros and cons of Tyrion's madness. He found that he had no reason to prevent the repetition of the war in the elves' paradise, because it was beneficial to the Eternal God's choice.

  Before the start of ET, the total number of troops owned by high-precision + dark-presence alone exceeded 300,000.

When Tyrion summoned all the high-precision armies and finally expelled all the chaos demons of Osuan after a **** battle, Malekis repeatedly defeated the chaotic frenzy and finally decided to abandon Nagaros and go to Osuan to fight for his throne, Gao Jing + Dark Jing also has 200,000 troops.

  When the elven civil war began and ended with the Battle of the Barren Isles, when Malekis ascended to the throne of the Phoenix King, there were probably only 100,000 and a few thousand troops left in the high-precision + dark-precision.

And after Tyrion’s battle for Avalon to grab Elarili was over, Olain, the Lord of the Forest, and Kunos, the hunter, fell together, and Vaal, the God of Forge, who was the Lord of the Starlight Furnace, also fell, and both were killed and injured. After the disaster, how many troops are left in the high-precision + dark-precision?

   There are about 60,000-70,000 troops left. The strength of the elves can not be described as a major loss, but can be described as the disaster of extinction.

When it comes to curve loyalty, I have to mention the Tai brothers. One leads the wolf into the room and directly brings the civil war, and the other kills his own people and continues to dedicate his loyalty to clean. When I succeed in destroying the world, I must hang the heads of these two brothers on me. On the armor of Moka, set aside as a memorial.

   Aichaen thought of it.

  But what we need to consider now is how to assist the Grote brothers to capture Brunswick and prove that the empire was built on a lie?

  Aycharn took out the map, and he got the news that the Breton jihadists had assembled in Montfort, ready to pass through the axe-bite pass to support the empire.

   blocked Marienburg's waterway arteries, but failed to block the axe bite pass, right?

  This won’t work!

   "Send to Cha-Zaneike, let him lead his raven guards to stop the Chivalric Crusades at the axe bite pass!"

  "At the same time, it was sent to Lucius and the Legion of the Sons of Sin and Marago the Dark Prophet’s army of Beastmen to immediately attack Bogenhafen and Hemgart, blocking the advance of Ryan Makado."

"Yes!"

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