Warhammer Throne

Barrymont Castle is located in the middle of a hilly area in the northern part of the Principality of Lyonace. It is a small castle with only a few knights and two or three hundred troops stationed, mainly used to control nearby sparsely populated areas.

Ryan thought that this castle was captured by riot serfs, not particularly strange, because several of the knights in this castle are now in prison in the imperial capital of Braunschweig.

Ryan knew exactly what the serf's rebellion meant, but he knew that he had no excuse to intervene in this matter. For now, he can only watch.

Prepare the army and train the new army as soon as possible!

In the northern wasteland, the Scarlins tribe, thousands of barbarians are gathering on the coast.

They are all warriors who believe in chaos, from the most basic barbarian predators, to the champion warriors of the chaos, and the champion warriors of the chaos, a large army of densely packed army is on the seashore, waiting for the arrival of the dragon boat.

The most elite three-hundred king's guards, the "Scarlet Guards", are standing on the cliff, defending their leader.

In the freezing cold wind, the king of the Scarlins tribe, "Red Eye" Egil Steelbjorn, was standing on the edge of a cliff on the coast, with two people standing behind him.

They are Haldorn, his most trusted chaos champion, his son, and a powerful chaos wizard, he is called Chakoy.

This Chaos Wizard is from Brittany. He came from a small fishing boat, flew across the sea to the vicinity of the northern wasteland, and came to the coast of the Scarlins tribe.

This was once a child who had awakened the gift of magic. Logically speaking, if this kind of child can be sent to the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy or the Wizarding League of the Southern Kingdom to study, they will be sent out soon. Otherwise, the prophets of the lake gods will surely perceive the boy, and then take the boy away.

The ignorant serf was unable to send his child out to learn magic, and they didn't want their child to be taken away, so the child was put on a fishing boat and gave him some food, wanting to let him escape bad luck.

The serf's extremely ignorant actions could not save the destiny of this child. When the fishing boat drifted to the beach of the northern wasteland, the child had been deeply corrupted by Chaos, and he had become a terrible Chaos Wizard.

Egil saw this child as a gift from the God of Darkness at the first sight. He took him as his adopted son. For decades, this adopted son became a legendary Chaos Wizard who could summon the Great Chaos Demon.

This is the consequence of allowing children to awaken their magical talents. Such children are allowed to grow up, and the final outcome is either to become chaotic servants or chaotic portals.

"I will lead five thousand troops to go south first, Haldorn, you are here waiting for the Chaos Dwarves and more troops to assemble." Egil said to his lieutenant Haldorn: "The Chaos Dwarf Lord Zumara General Bring his Hell Cannon to join you."

"My king, our army has not yet assembled, why are you so anxious to go south, the chiefs of the various tribes are still leading the army to approach here." Haldorn is a tall chaotic champion wearing a scarlet plate armor. He said to Egil.

"I can't wait any longer. The will of the great **** wants me to go to the south, so I must go to the south." Wearing a chaos armor and holding a **** axe, Egil's scarlet aura erupted from all over him: "I, It is the **** champion of the blood god."

"The oracle of the great blood god, the woman who can give birth to a son for her adoptive father is in the south, on the northern island of the Principality of Lyon Nasai in Brittania. It is called Landry. I feel the oracle of the blood god. Only countless blood and killings can please the blood god." Chaos wizard Chakoy said: "Without enough killings, heads and blood flowing, the blood **** will not bestow a real boy on the foster father."

Egil nodded: "So, Chakoy and I led an army of five thousand to go south first, and the remaining 30,000 can arrive later, waiting for the arrival of the dwarves from the east before setting off together."

"Yes!" Haldorn responded loudly.

The barbarian army led by a hundred dragon boats set off first, and the black dragon boat carriers were destroyed, and it led to the south in this way.

A hundred dragon ships passed through the Talon Sea. Although the storms continued in the spring and hurricanes blew on the sea, the Black Fleet remained unscathed in the blessings of terror.

King Egil of Scarlins stood proudly at the front end of the dragon boat. The wind, heavy rain, and whirlpool could not stop the dragon boat's footsteps. This was the gift of the blood god, which undoubtedly represented the strength of the northerners.

"Father." Chaos wizard Chakoy came out of the cabin. He found that Egil was standing on the deck of the dragon ship. The Chaos wizard was almost blinded by the wind and waves.

The horrifying champion of God’s choice stood on the bow like a deity incarnation. The raging wind and the surging waves looked so small in front of him. The chaotic brass armor pierced his body with spikes and ring decorations. The skull hanging from several iron bars behind his body tells Egil's glory.

He is the champion of fear of abuse, the warrior favored by the blood god, and the king of Scarlins who has swept the northern wasteland and chaos wasteland for more than 100 years.

"It will take three more days at most, and we will pass through the storm and arrive in the Principality of Lyonnais." Chakoy said hard towards Egil: "The natives of the South would not have thought that our dragon fleet would pass through the storm. They would definitely We were caught off guard."

Chakoi thought his adoptive father would be happy when he heard the news.

However, Egil said nothing. The blood god’s chosen champion hid his appearance in his brass helmet. On the top of his tall helmet, there was an eight-pillar emblem of terrorism, with only a pair of pale eyes on it. Blood red light.

"Father?" Chakoy's hood was blown away, revealing his severely mutated face. The Chaos Wizard was full of sarcomas, an extra sharp horn grew on his head, and there was a blood hole in the middle of his forehead. There is a white eyeball inside.

"The destruction of the southerners has long been doomed." Egil said calmly. His deep voice was like a mountain, shaking people's hearts: "The southerners gave up the salvation of the gods, and gave up the true civilization. Only a deity can get the chance of self-salvation, so their ending can only be destroyed, and I will bring true civilization and faith."

"Now, I am here, the cowardly Southerners will eventually be destroyed, only blood and glory will last forever."

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The Principality of Lyonnais, the town of Landry.

This is the northwestern part of the Principality of Lyonese. Along the long coastline of the Principality of Lyonese, there is a huge northwest coast and islands. It is very rich and has a large population. Many residents live here. Catching a large amount of seafood, the serfs had a good life, so the residents here prayed to the fairies in the lake almost every day, praying for the blessings of the fairies in the lake, and protecting them from being swallowed by the rough sea or being swallowed by the rough sea. Pirates attacked by northern barbarians.

It seemed that because of the blessing of the fairy in the lake, Landry was always quiet and peaceful, and nothing happened.

Just today, as always, the fishermen are on the beach, praying towards the fairy in the lake.

Normally, the knights did not allow serfs to believe in the fairies in the lake. Serfs generally believed in other deities of the old world, such as the goddess of mercy Salia, the **** of war Urik, the **** of death Moore, the **** of sea Mannan, and the **** of earth. Forena, the **** of wisdom and justice, Mirmia, the **** of war, or the three major deities of the southern sect of the empire, the **** of justice, the **** of life, and the **** of magic.

However, the deep-rooted belief in the fairies of the lake in Bretania made people willing to recite the name of the goddess, and the knights were reluctant to stop the serfs' worship of their ladies.

The same is true on the island of Landry. The residents here are more willing to believe that it is the blessing of the fairy in the lake that allows them to return safely from the storm and the waves.

At the beach, several fishermen were kneeling and praying: "Praise madam! Thank you madam for giving us peace."

An old fisherman is also taking the lead in praying. His tanned skin is full of wrinkles all the year round. He looked sadly at the sky, and only sighed in his heart.

This year’s maturity is not good. The island does not produce any decent crops. Landry is already a wealthy island. Most of the meals of the serfs are still fish. Only dinner can eat some brown bread. .

Fortunately, the serfs here did not go to the point of starving, and they were able to live on.

There are storms on the sea these days, and the fishermen have no way to go out. They prayed while complaining about the bad weather, and then they prepared to return to their home in the fishing village to spend the day in the warm fire and complicated work.

At this moment, at the end of the line of sight, a few black spots appeared on the other side of the sea level.

"Hey? What is that?" Looking at the black spots, the serfs looked curiously.

The old fisherman also looked at the black spots in the distance with a puzzled look, and he felt a little bad foreboding when he mentioned it in his heart.

A few black spots then became a dozen, twenty, and then more black spots. As time went on, a few fishermen discovered that they should be boats.

"It's strange that you can sail boats in this stormy weather?" A serf muttered, "What does this mean? This means that the storm may not be that big. Should we also try to go to sea? How many can we catch? "

"Hey, you fellow." Another serf said mockingly, "Those are big boats, first-class boats. That is your broken fishing boat that has been repaired many times. Look, that boat is big and strong. , It will certainly be able to withstand the storm."

Several serfs were still looking around curiously.

As the black spot gets closer and closer, it gradually reveals its full picture.

These are several black dragon boats. The boat beast is a huge dragon head and skeleton. The huge sails are printed with black octagonal arrays, which are looming in the storm.

The old fisherman looked at the black mark on the sail in disbelief, and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

What you see is still a black mark.

"It's over... it's over." The old fisherman's knees softened and he almost fell to the ground. The serf next to him hurriedly supported him: "Old Wood, what's the matter with you?"

"The end... the end is here, our end is here." The old fisherman's face was sad, angry, and helpless, but most of all, he was deeply afraid: "North, the scourge of the north is here, destruction is coming, and everything is withered. , That is the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians, they have come to Landry, we are... over!"

"The plundering fleet of the northern barbarians?" Several serfs were shocked, and they quickly grabbed the old fishermen: "No way, isn't there a storm in the north? How could the plundering fleet of the northern barbarians come to us?"

"No, this is definitely the fleet of the northern barbarians. I won't admit it." The old fisherman's face was nothing but fear, deep fear. This fear deepened into his bones. His face was pale, his whole body trembling and dripping with cold sweat: "I will not admit it, because I have experienced it."

"When I was eight years old, my father went fishing early in the morning, but unlike normal seas, he went out in the morning and returned home only in the morning. With fear on his face, he stuffed me in. I went into the cellar under the room and told me not to come out no matter what I heard."

"The whole day after that, I heard countless sounds, those terrible screams, calls for help, and the sound of burning flames... When the reinforcements picked me up from the cellar, what I saw was a ruin, a house Burning in the fire, the whole village turned into hell, everyone was killed, the heads were piled up as high as a mountain, my father was torn in half, and my mother was pierced to death with a wooden stake...I The only survivor in the village."

"That is the masterpiece of the northern barbarians, that is the chaotic octagonal emblem. I will not admit my mistakes, I will never admit my mistakes. They have not forgotten me. They just didn't take my life, leave me here, and let me go for a living. , Now they're back, they're here to get the interest, and we... are over."

The serfs were so scared that they looked at each other, packed their things, and ran away.

Only the old fisherman knelt on the beach quietly.

The dragon boat approached. Under the chaotic octagonal emblem and the eight-pillar sacred emblem of the blood **** terror, one hundred dragon boats from the Skullins tribe gradually approached the beach, where fishermen were wailing and fleeing for their lives.

As the first dragon boat landed on the beach, hundreds of Scarlins barbarian warriors roared and walked off the dragon boat. These bloodthirsty axe bearers took their own steps after boarding the beach. The fishermen who were fleeing rushed away.

The King of Scarlins "Red Eye" Egil got down from the largest dragon boat. He took one step at a time, then drew his **** axe, and with one ax he chopped the old fisherman who was kneeling to death into two pieces: " Really cowardly Southerners, only Southerners can do things like kneeling down and begging for mercy."

"According to my order, every southerner who dares to fight us will be given a decent death by us with an axe and sword, and every southerner who surrenders and gives up resistance will be pierced to death by a stake! Kill what you see All living creatures, donate their heads and blood to the great blood god!"

"Oh! Oh!" The barbarian warriors and predators frantically responded to Egil's orders. They brutally killed all living creatures they saw and seized everything they saw.

The distant village was immediately flooded by flames and smoke, and the weak defenders and slight resistance immediately became invisible.

"Let these decaying and backward southerners realize the superiority of our northerners! Blood sacrifices to the blood god, and the skull to the skull! For blood and glory! For fear of abuse!"

"For fear of abuse!!!"

On this day, more than a dozen villages along the coast of Landry were all reduced to rubble. Thousands of Bretonians were massacred and no one was spared. I want to talk about "" with more like-minded people, follow "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find friends~