Warhammer Throne

The Old World is celebrating the Winter Veil Festival, celebrating the passing of another year. Kuangsha Literature Network

Humans temporarily forgot the threats of green skin, chaos, and undead, and devoted their attention to the festival.

This is not only true of humans in the old world, but also humans in the new world.

The New World, the Ruthcia Isthmus, the Pioneer Coast, and the Port of Predator.

The expeditionary army from Tyrell has opened up a huge port town here. The port is mainly used as a fishing port. There are many people in the town. There are many troops patrolling the five- to six-meter-high wall.

Just as far as the eye can see, the lush rainforest covers the entire line of sight. Although the time has reached the Winter Veil Festival, the average temperature here is still around 18 degrees, and it can reach more than 30 degrees in summer. The high temperature and rain make the Tyrell expeditionary army very uncomfortable. They have been here for ten months. They have established a fairly solid colony base and ensured that they can be self-sufficient through hunting, fishing and farming. Many young people The soldiers can't wait to enter the forest to find the endless treasures left by the legendary ancient sage.

The Tyrell Expeditionary Army consisted of dozens of large sailing ships, a total of five legions, and about 12,000 people. It spent several months crossing the oceans and meeting dark elf pirates, tomb king pirates, vampire pirates and nature many times. After the battle, less than 8,000 people were left when they landed on the pioneer coast, about 6,000 soldiers and more than 1,000 soldiers, including more than 800 women.

Just when they landed on the pioneer coast of Ruscia, these greedy and cunning mercenaries and conscripts had a mutiny. The armies attacked each other, snatched supplies, and brutally killed their compatriots. The curiosity about the new world was rapid. Replaced by the fear of being far away from the civilized world, after several attempts to explore the forest without returning, the remaining soldiers began to fear the forest, and the expeditionary army fell into division and panic.

The expeditionary forces soon found themselves in a situation of being attacked on all sides. To the northeast of their landing site, there was a chaos-believing barbarian tribe called Skogee. The cruel Norsca tribe settled here for some reason. The expeditionary army looked eagerly, wanting to use these expeditionary troops to give a rich sacrificial ceremony to the dark gods.

To the northwest, there is an unfathomable rainforest, and all explorers have no return.

To the southeast, the green skin tribe is moving around.

On the coastline, vampire pirates frequently attacked and looted this group of expeditionary forces.

After two consecutive battles, the expeditionary army became very sluggish in morale, faced a shortage of supplies, and gradually fell on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, a tall human who looked as handsome as a standard handsome man in myths and legends appeared in front of the soldiers of the expeditionary army. His long silver hair was soft and beautiful without any forks. It was close to the expeditionary army. When it collapsed, the beautiful man called on everyone to unite and obey his instructions.

His name is Fugen.

The speech given by a man named Fukun was ridiculed by many people. Some veterans sneered and said that you should go to Tyrell’s high-level club to sell shares instead of staying here for expeditions. The delicate sissy simply You shouldn't be here, go back to your mother's bed and eat.

After listening to this, the beautiful man named Fukun was neither angry nor careless. He just used his flawless performance to shut up the expeditionary army. When a chaos champion of the Skogee tribe led a large group of barbarian soldiers to attack the expeditionary army. At the camp, Fukun held the flag high, beheaded the chaos champion with a single sword, and guaranteed that no barbarian would successfully retreat.

On the battlefield, the performance of this beautiful man, like a god, convinced all the soldiers who wanted to achieve something in the entire expeditionary army. No matter how difficult the battle, no matter how fierce the barbarian offensive, Fukun always held the banner high and stood at the top of the army. Ahead, this man has silver hair flying freely on the **** battlefield. With every blow of the long sword in his hand, he drank the blood of several barbarian predators. His graceful posture was spotless even in the middle of the bloodiest battlefield, and his eyes contained. With his extreme self-confidence and pride, no barbarian can stop him with a sword. In Fukun’s **** battle and gaze supervision, because of fear and infighting, the soldiers of the expeditionary army who were constantly routing felt a deepening. The shame of the soul, it seems that abandoning this person and fleeing will be a stain that will not be washed away in a lifetime.

The forgotten sense of glory and mission was finally ignited in the hearts of the soldiers of the expeditionary army. The soldiers released the roar from the bottom of their hearts and returned to the battlefield in strides, even though the quality of human soldiers was far inferior to that of the barbarians, so the front often collapsed. Circumstances, but under the command of Fukun, they regrouped under the banner of the army again and again, and finally completely defeated the offensive barbarians.

No barbarian escaped. Chaos and Miscellaneous paid the price of blood. When all the soldiers of the expeditionary army shouted for victory on a messy battlefield, they felt that they had been reborn, a new sense of life since then. Haunting in the hearts of all the soldiers, the soul seemed to be purified.

On the second day after the end of the war, the soldiers launched a rebellion and killed three heads of mercenary regiments who were unwilling to obey Fogen’s command and several of their cronies. Thousands of people were outside Fogen’s tent. They shouted Fugen's name together and asked him to be their leader.

Fogen graciously agreed. He organized the remaining five thousand people into a legion and named it "Ash Legion". He became the legion commander. The only mercenary regiment leader willing to surrender was called Fernand Pilazzo. , This legendary strong man is experienced and fierce, and rich in combat experience, Fogen appointed him as the deputy commander of the army.

Since then, the Ash Legion has taken root on the Pioneer Coast. The flag of the Kingdom of Tyrell was torn to pieces by the soldiers and thrown on the ground, replaced by a pattern of a fire-bathed eagle claw, which is the new Legion flag of the Ash Legion.

The new army commander Fukun was not eager to march into the forest for the first time. Fukun quietly stated that given the current strength of the expeditionary army, ten times more numbers would also give food to the mysterious ancient races in the forest. All members of the expeditionary army are required to gather for new training, reclaim farmland, raise livestock, build fishing boats and fish, and first build the expeditionary army’s camp into a town until self-sufficiency can be guaranteed and some simple weapons can be produced by themselves.

It took several months. The soldiers of the Ashes received a completely different training than before. Everyone became proficient in using swords, shields, spears and crossbows, learned to form a tight formation, and was unwilling to obey. The soldiers and rascals were screened, severely punished, indoctrinated, and exiled. The remaining five [biqugex.me] armies began to have strong combat effectiveness. When the southern greenskin tribes came to harass, the legions He even defeated this group of wild orc kid looters at the cost of only a dozen people injured.

At night, the dry weather finally cooled down. A salty sea breeze blew across the coast of Ruscia. The experienced mercenary leader Pilazzo ended his day of patrol. The bright moonlight fell on the ground of the pioneer coast. , Pilazzo is more than 40 years old this year, and the legendary high-level strength guarantees that his appearance is young enough. The scar on his face shows that the mercenary leader has experienced a lot of wars.

Pilazzo is the only head of the five mercenary regiments who is not a mercenary aristocrat in the Kingdom of Tyrell. He is just a mercenary leader hired by the "siege" Pogil, the "siege" of Prince Milagrino. After Fukun's unspeakable strength and personality charm, Pilazzo did not refuse to surrender like the other three mercenary group leaders. He immediately loyal to Fukun without much hesitation.

Pilazzo never thought that he would kneel down in front of an unknown beautiful man so seriously, willingly become his subordinate and fight for him.

Whenever he thinks of this, Pilazzo always laughs at himself, then shakes his head, constantly shaking his head, trying to throw out the stupid things he has done before.

The sense of honor, responsibility, mission, and even conscience. These things have long been thrown away by the mercenary boss. It was Fukun who let him know that even though Pilazzo had thrown them away, these things were still Keep it in the world, and you can pick it up again.

Inspired by Fukun, the mercenary leader picked these things back and put them back in the chamber. He proudly and proudly became Fukun’s deputy, helping him manage the territory and train the army. He became his most loyal. For Pilazzo's subordinates, the appearance of Fugen made him understand the meaning of his life, that is, to fight for Fugen.

The leather boots of the mercenary leader stepped on the beach. These crocodile leather boots that he had carefully crafted were the pride of Pilazzo. After more than a year of going to sea, they have become ragged and tattered. He still likes to wear these boots.

The Ash Legion has just arrived here for a few months, and the supplies are always tight.

"Sand~Sand~" The sand on the beach was very soft. Pilazzo returned to the town along a small road. The wooden door was ajar. There were many soldiers with crossbows on the wall. He saw Pilazzo leading a small group. The patrol came back and the soldiers let them in.

Most of the low wooden houses in the town were newly built after cutting down the trees. Many wooden house chimneys were emitting smoke. Pilazzo smiled when he saw it, "Soldiers, I have worked hard today. Go back and sleep well. Take a nap."

"Yes, deputy commander." The soldiers saluted.

The layout of the town was planned by the legion commander himself. He led the expeditionary army...it can no longer be called the expeditionary army. Since Faugan appeared and led the soldiers to unite, the soldiers have long forgotten the Kingdom of Tyrell.

Everyone firmly believes that only by following the commander of the legion can we have an extremely bright future.

The two-story wooden house in the center of the town is the largest house in the entire town. This house has been carefully designed to be airy and full of elegant art. Fogen lives here.

The sound of the lute was faintly heard in the room, which made the night of the cool Winter Veil more comfortable. The sound of the piano was beautiful and tactful, revealing the infinite remembrance of the past glory, and a new strength.

Pilazzo knocked on the door: "Legislative Commander? I am Pilazzo. I have something to discuss with you."

"Fernando? Come in, please."

"Guru." The door was pushed open.

The handsome man who is almost unlike humans is sitting in the middle of the room. The firewood on the ground is still burning. On the fire is a large iron pot with white fish soup boiled in it. Fukugen, the commander of the Ash Legion, sits. Behind the iron pan, he held a lute, fiddled with the strings, and sang songs. The golden double-headed eagle pattern appeared on the wall behind the hall, as if the golden wings had been opened behind Fugen.

So sacred, so stalwart, even if every time he sees it, Pilazzo has the urge to worship the person in front of him. Pilazzo, who has been rolling in the dead for twenty years, feels this way, the mercenary leader thought No wonder the soldiers adore their leader so much.

Seeing Pilazzo coming in, Fogen continued to play the instrument gracefully. It took him ten seconds to draw a successful end to this beautiful nocturne, and then he put the lute on the side: "My Deputy Commander, have you had dinner?"

"Not yet."

"Let's eat together." Fugen smiled slightly, making the mercenary leader very flattered. The legionnaire always had a smile on his face. No one knew what he was thinking: "Okay."

I took a pottery bowl from the table next to them, and each of them filled a bowl. The fish soup made of plump longli fish and abalone was very nutritious. The very tall Fugen filled a bowl with a large spoon, and then changed it. Eat with a small spoon, even in such a wilderness, far away from civilization, he still maintains the aristocratic elegance and invulnerability.

Pilazzo looked at the golden double-headed eagle pattern on the wall behind him, then looked at Fugen, thinking that the person in front of him must be some great nobleman in the empire, and he must be a great nobleman above the duke, he must be unwilling. At the mercy of the family, he went out incognito for an expedition, wanting to develop a career on his own.

It must be.

"What's the matter with my deputy commander?" After taking a few bites, Fugen put down the bowl and spoon, and long silver hair slipped from his ears.

"Legion commander, I think we can go into the forest and explore." Pilazzo whispered: "The training of the soldiers has been fruitful, and the time has come."

"My deputy commander thinks the time has come, doesn't it?" Fukun was still smiling.

"Yes..." For some reason, Pilazzo felt very unconfident, especially in front of Fukun. In order to cover up his lack of self-confidence, Pilazzo emphasized: "I think the combat effectiveness of the army is enough."

"Have you been in contact with the primitive races in the forest?" Fogen asked rhetorically.

"No, the first contact with these primitive races was a famous navigator. He was called Leonardo. When he came to Ruscia for an expedition, he saw this race of lizard people that we became lizard people. The army of the dark elves were fighting. It was the first time it was confirmed that there were ancient races in the forest.” Pilazzo explained: “There are a lot of gold and treasures in the forest. Leonardo took advantage of the lizard people to fight the dark elves. When he sneaked into one of their ruins and stole the wealth of a wooden box. After returning to Tyrell, the explorer flaunted his gains to everyone. This made the kingdom determined to form an expeditionary army, but several After the second expeditionary army went there, there was no news. Only a few lucky ones made a fortune and came back. One or two hundred years have passed, and we are already in the fifth batch of expeditionary troops."

"Well...that's the case, then why do you think that our fighting capacity is enough to fight these ancient races?" Fogen just asked, without answering: "Our main task is to develop colonies here."

"But we need an excuse to unite and unite the military. We must have a goal. Soldiers think that there is gold everywhere in the forest. They need gold, and we also need it. We need a lot of money to return home and call for more. People from all come to the new world. We need support. An army of five thousand people can't do much in this crisis-ridden place." Pilazzo persuaded: "Colonization is important, and wealth is more important."

"That's it." Fukun kept smiling, "In that case, when the Winter Veil Festival is over, let the soldiers get ready to go."

"Yes!" Pilazzo knew that Fogen had agreed to this plan, and the mercenary leader let out a sigh of relief. He asked what he had always wondered: "Leoner, are you... the descendants of the great nobles of the empire?"

"Why do you say that?"