Warhammer Throne

Two days later, the caravan set out.

Nearly thirty carriages, hundreds of horses, a team of hundreds of people came out of the city mightily. Harald stood on the tower, shaking his head ill-informedly. These caravans would have set out to sea in his port. He can receive a large amount of taxes, but now that everything is ruined because of the port closure, he can only earn a fortune from the hands of these merchants, and then let them go.

"Mr. Boris, what are you guys?" Ryan found that Boris, the head of the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps, and several wounded men had packed their things and left in the other direction.

"We?" Boris smiled awkwardly: "Some of us may not be able to help you on the road. Mr. Lane, I originally thought I could do something. But..."

After speaking, Boris was a bit hesitant to speak, and it was obvious that his injury during the battle with the Beastman had not been fully recovered.

After the exchange, Ryan learned that Boris planned to take the wounded, including Banda, to return to Winter City, the capital of the Nord, to recuperate. Several healthy mercenaries would accompany them to take care of them.

"I understand, good luck to you." Ryan understood him.

"Also, tell Ms. Trovik for me, the favor that our blood axe mercenary group owed to them Jialan has been paid off, and we don't want to have any contact with them in the future." Boris said on his face. Without showing any expression, he slowly looked away, looking at the way back, his voice contained sorrow: "The Garland Council has given us a lot, but it has demanded more from us, and everything should be over. "

"Okay, I'll pass it on for you." Ryan didn't say anything. It was not uncommon for spellcasters to report grace to him. He just watched a few people leave.

The Grey Blade Mercenary Corps led by Bilge walked in the forefront. He himself rode a fast horse to lead the convoy for half an hour, then the guards and the blood axe mercenary regiment, and then the merchants and the warlocks. In the middle part where Ryan and the others are located, the guard and a few wandering knights are responsible for maneuvering the tail at the end.

It didn't take long to leave the town, and the road was not easy to walk. The wagon wheels kept running over some small rocks and raised roadsides.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It hurts!!!" The boy in the carriage yelled for the pain. One of his arms was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his chest, obviously his injuries were unclear.

It was Banda of the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps. The little mercenary was injured in the battle at the dock. Now he can only sit in the car to rest. Fortunately, it is not very serious, it is just a serious injury.

"I said Simon, after I heard that Lord Karzenhaven hosted a banquet! Did you go there?" Banda felt very depressed. He lay in the hospital bed countless times thinking that Ms. Trovik would visit him. But the fact is that the female warlock never appeared.

"I didn't go, how can I have a chance to go? That's where the'senior people' go. How can we people qualify?" Simon shook his head, "It's the head and the deputy head that both went, they said it was a normal one. It's just a banquet."

"Yes, the captain didn't come back until the next morning." Banda sighed as he watched the dark clouded weather outside the carriage, "I'm lucky. I got my life back. Hans, Rim, Bao Elmer and they are already..."

The little mercenary remembered the mercenary group's friends who died before, and the battle with the Beastmen. The number of the blood axe mercenary group has changed from more than fifty people to more than thirty people now. There are twenty people forever. Left them.

"Actually... the head of the team said he regretted it when he came back yesterday. He regretted accepting the commission from Ms. Trovik. The price we paid was really too great." Simon checked his hand crossbow. And put oil on his dagger.

"That's right, that...Ms. Trovik has..." Banda hesitated and asked.

"No, it's the knight... well, Mr. Lane asked how you are recovering." Simon said that Lane did not look good. He thought it was disgraceful to be forced to apologize to the veteran on the dock that day. thing.

The convoy continued to walk, and the current section of the road is temporarily safe.

"It looks like it's going to snow again, this weather." Ryan was riding his tall horse pine cone, he could feel that the sky hadn't improved, and he was a little worried.

At the banquet yesterday, Villard told him a very bad news. The barbarians in the north once again assembled their troops and marched southward.

This is not the problem, after all, the Nords have been used to fighting the northern barbarians all day long for many years.

What Ryan really cares about is a word from Willard.

"The wall of Storm Fortress was found to have undergone a certain mutation. In some of the locations on the wall that were under attack all the year round, the defenders found that the wall had grown eyes and tentacles, and seemed to have self-consciousness. The Church of Justice believed that this was due to the long years of the wall. Due to the erosion of the flesh and blood of those chaos believers, under the auspices of the Church of Justice, the walls of Storm Fortress will be demolished and rebuilt after being burned by the fire."

But at this time, the northern barbarians attacked, and Ryan felt that there might be some connection.

Forget it, for a while, he couldn't figure it out clearly. The man shook his head and threw the mess of thoughts out of his mind, only to find that some snowflakes had been thrown off his hair.

It's snowing again.

"A teacher of system balance, the recent weather is really strange." Ryan casually smiled at the druid who was riding on the road.

Yes, during this trip, the bad-tempered Druid "Tree Planter" Elderard will go forward with everyone. The reason is very simple. The druid was expelled by Verald. After Karlzenhaven, there was no place for him, so he and Oliver agreed to set off with the caravan.

"Nature's whispers need to be heard, she is wailing, and the terrible storm is sweeping..." Alderrad whispered divinely, and then Ryan immediately interrupted him: "Enough is enough, teacher of nature , Can you speak in plain and easy-to-understand language? Mr. Eldridge will not be as difficult to communicate as you."

"Eldridge? Do you know him?" The druid was a little confused, then nodded, his tone was still very bad: "It is chaotic energy, chaotic energy is blowing in the sky, causing the current cloudy and snowy."

Eldridge, the "Old Tree Walker", is a few walking "surrogates" of the Nature Church, and it makes sense for Ryan to know him.

"Haha~" Ryan just narrowed his eyes and smiled. The group of people in Nature Church is really unflattering.

When picking a fruit and putting on clothes can be interpreted as an offense to nature, when these people can directly trample on the basic kingdom laws of citizens’ property independence and freedom for the so-called "natural balance", Lane believes in anything It's hard for people to feel good about them.

How similar to those little animals.

The "communication" between the Treewalker and Ryan was also quite pleasant, because after Ryan hung him from the tree, he was willing to talk to Ryan well.

Without being too speculative, Ryan noticed that the wandering knights behind the team did not know when they had slipped into the middle of the team: "Gentlemen? Shouldn't you be behind, pay attention to the safety behind the team?"

The person at the head was Ike. He was trying to spy on what was in the carriage in the middle of the team. Hearing what Ryan said, he sneered and said, "Master Knight, where are we here? We haven't entered the forest yet, you see. Are we..."

"Please perform your duties seriously. I won't care about you this time. Please keep at least three people at the end of the team at any time!" Ryan said grimly.

The words of the kingdom knights are still very effective. Several wandering knights look at me and I look at you. They nodded and returned to the end of the team.

The carriage curtain next to the horses lifted up: "If it weren't for Mr. Lane, I wouldn't dare to walk with these guys."

"Mr. Oliver must know that they sometimes do other tasks." The merchant and the knight knew what they were talking about, and they laughed at each other.

"I don't mind accepting a few new armors and horses." Ryan whispered in secret.

"I don't mind to help Mr. Lane introduce some buyers to sell out, I don't need to charge commission." Oliver also confronted the code.

It seems that a tacit understanding has been reached.

"Tsk! Dirty deal." From the carriage on the other side, the female warlock made a faint contempt.

After two days of rest, the Sorceress's body has recovered a lot, and Ryan can already feel the strong magical fluctuations in her body.

Hearing Teresa's voice, Oliver immediately shut up subconsciously, but Ryan turned the subject away: "It's snowing outside, please keep warm."

"If it's too cold outside, you can come to rest in the carriage, and I'm going to meditate." The beautiful face of the sorcerer flashed across the curtain.

"Huh~ It's really cold!" A black-robed man rode up from behind and leaned up: "Even on the hills of our tribe, there won't be such cold weather in October."

The black-robed man's face was painted with oil paint, his temples were shaved cleanly, the hair on top of his head was tied into a bunch of dirty braids, and the same was true of his beard-his thick long beard was all braided. And scattered on the chest.

He is wearing thick leather armor, and then a brown deerskin coat. Some animal teeth are strung into a necklace and hung on his strong chest. He is carrying a spear and a long bow behind him, and a short knife is worn around his waist. She is not young, her complexion is dark, her appearance is old-fashioned, and the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes stretch out because of the master's laughter: "You are the White Wolf Knight'Sledgehammer' Lane, right? I know you."

"You are?" The black-robed man knew that he wouldn't be surprised. The Nord Kingdom actively promoted Ryan's propaganda, and he was well-known in this place.

"Haha~ I'm Rost, from the Cang Wolf tribe, and Mr. Oliver hired me to be his bodyguard." The black-robed man was very bold. He unbuttoned the water bottle at his waist, and the cork of the bottle was unscrewed. Among them floated out: "Would you like a bite, brother?"

"No, thank you. I usually don't drink on an empty stomach."

"That's really a shame." Rost picked up the kettle and took a big gulp: "This is the wine blessed by the shaman of our tribe. It is brewed with malt!"

"Tribe, Shaman? Are you from the north?" Ryan looked at Roster's stout arms. His height is 1.9 meters. If Ryan, who is 1.8 meters tall, looks well-proportioned, he is actually very strong. Type, then Roster is completely tall and muscular.

There are a lot of Nords with this body shape, but not many with rapeseed and dreadlocks.

"Yes, I have been here for hundreds of years. I am a barbarian." Rost spread out his hands naturally, and then immediately added: "It is a canonized barbarian. Our previous generation patriarch Murray was in the battle of Fasha. He was active in China and was canonized as an imperial knight by His Majesty Ludwig!"

No wonder this barbarian dared to come out in a big way. Has it already been officially approved? Ryan thought.

The northern barbarians did not always worship the evil **** of chaos, they also once had their own gods and beliefs.

After the advent of chaos, the northern barbarians were indeed the first group of people to kneel at the feet of the evil god. In addition to the reason for being the closest to the gate of chaos, the environment of the northern wasteland is really too bad, which is also an important reason. It is too cold. If Nord’s side of the year is still warm for three months, the northern wasteland is cold all year round, the land is almost impossible to cultivate, and life is always very difficult.

Even though the vast majority of the barbarians chose to surrender to Chaos, there are still a few barbarians who are unwilling to surrender to Chaos, so they choose to leave their hometown. There are many barbarian tribes in Nord’s territory, and most of them are unwilling. They went to the city to live together with others, so with the permission of the king, they established their own settlements and lived in high mountains or in desolate valleys. Many tribes still retain the most primitive beliefs, and even Lane has seen the belief in beasts. The sacrificial ritual of the gods, it must be known that the **** of beasts has fallen when the chaos falls, but these tribes still adhere to this custom.

But this thing is not sure, because gods are very powerful beings, it is difficult for them to die in the true sense, some gods will leave themselves with the means of reincarnation, and some gods will choose to give up part of their power. Save yourself and feign death.

Even if the deity's body falls, as long as part of his power is still alive, there will be opportunities for everything.

"So... have you all been okay for hundreds of years?" Ryan looked at the Hordaland Mountain, which was shrouded in mist, in the distance. The mountains are not particularly towering, but they spread far and wide. I don’t know. There is something waiting for them.

"It's okay. Although the days are hard here, the great Ms. Ice and Snow is with us and can sustain it." Rost caught a snowflake with his hand and stuck it on his face, letting it go. Slowly melting: "It is the power of the goddess that protects us from falling."

"But your goddess has not woken up since then." Lane whispered, the ice and snow goddess always sleeps, except for occasionally getting a little oracle from the goddess when she wakes up from dreams, the barbarians actually get no benefit. But they have to contribute a lot of faith and sacrifices.

That's ironic, isn't it?

But if there is no faith, mankind will not be able to unite forcefully, without faith, mankind will not be able to muster the courage to fight the incomparably powerful chaotic evil **** and the erosion of darkness.

"Faith makes us strong." Ester appeared beside everyone on horseback. The half-elf was riding a tall horse, wearing a hood, an exquisite moon-white cloak and goose-yellow robe from the elves, with an elegant appearance and a soothing tone: "There is news from Bilger that we can stay in the reserved place tonight. There is no one there, just..."

"Just what? Don't tell me that there is no one, but there are monsters!" Oliver who was sitting in the front of the carriage exaggerated exaggeratedly. Tel's body.

They are also waiting for answers.

"The dilapidated village reserved for hunters and the past caravans was destroyed. It is very serious. I think... Maybe many of us have to sleep in the open air at night." The half-elf still smiled: "So, everyone moves. Hurry up, get to the camp as soon as possible, and we can repair some houses as much as possible for everyone to live in at night!"

"That's good! Quicken the pace!"

"Hurry up!"

"Speed ​​up~"

When the sun left the last afterglow on the mountain, the huge motorcade finally approached the camp tonight.