Warhammer Throne

The ancient sage, the creator, no matter which religious sacred text or history book records, all the terrestrial creatures recognize that the ancient sage is the creator of this world, it is they who created (or at least accelerated the evolution) of elves and dwarves, as for humans Whether it is also their masterpiece is not clear.

However, apart from that, there are no detailed records about the ancient sage in all the books that Ryan can read. There are only a few intermittent words. Ryan has also asked many people and even gods, such as the **** of justice, who often answers prayers to believers. .

Regrettably, it was not that they deliberately concealed Ryan, but they themselves did not know that the **** of justice was an alien god, and he knew nothing about the ancient sages, but he told Ryan that Urik might know some ancient sages. Thing.

Ryan knew that this was not a suitable time to ask questions, but Old Sage's matter was too important to him, and this directly involved his mission.

The white sacred fire suddenly splashed and fell on Ryan's body, scorching his skin. Ryan gritted his teeth, feeling the burning pain, and forcibly endured it. He knew this was a slightly offensive price.

It is blasphemy and boldness that mortals cannot make demands from gods under ordinary circumstances.

Especially the hot-tempered Urik, Ryan is betting.

It's just that he has confidence.

First of all, as a white wolf knight, this kind of questioning tone is not a requirement. Urik takes care of his white wolf knights so much that he will not punish him or take his life.

Secondly, he bet that Urik looked at him differently.

"I don't know the old sage very well, but I still know some things, but boy, do you know? I hate answering other people's questions, very annoying!" Urik said impatiently, and the white fire flashed. Shine: "Don't talk nonsense, bring the head of that great impure thing to my temple, and I will forgive your offense!"

After speaking, the white sacred fire completely disappeared into the cold air.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, the plan was successful, and Urik offered his terms, Ryan could only obey, and bargaining would be death.

Thinking of this moment, Ryan's bracelet suddenly lit up: "Ryan, where have you been?"

He is the Archbishop of Innocent of the Nordisk Justice Church.

"We are now at the foot of Scarville Mountain, Mr. Archbishop." Ryan raised his wrist.

"Then you are going to Milloden Haven. The paladins of the Church of Justice have arrived in Millo Den Haven before you. Ryan, your old friend is also here." Archbishop Innocent's voice is still so serious. : "They will join you, what else is there?"

"How is the war in the north?"

"The barbarians were divided into three routes and headed south, led by the leader of the barbarian Ulfric-Wanderers. The total number is about 20,000. At present, the Nord Navy is fighting fiercely with the barbarians at sea." Archbishop Innocent said the situation is still under control. Inside.

"That's good." Ryan let out a sigh of relief.

The barbarians in the north could hardly pose a threat to the south, but everything changed after chaos descended.

The ships of the barbarians were directly "transformed" by the evil **** of chaos, and the full body plate armor of the barbarians armed to the teeth was also bestowed by the **** of chaos.

When a barbarian warrior has gone through countless **** wars and pleased the evil gods, he will truly degenerate into a chaos warrior. A chaos armor will appear directly on his body. No technology or forging is needed. That's not it. reason.

Only after becoming chaos warriors, these barbarians can no longer live as normal people. For human beings, even the bravest and best fighters, they can still be in the warm hearth and wife’s space between wars. He is comforted by the embrace and delicious food, but the Chaos Warrior is not. When he truly falls, coldness and killing will always accompany him throughout his life. These mortal joys will no longer be able to bring them any touches, only constant passing Killing and sacrifices to please the evil gods can get a little relief from the evil gods' gifts. Unfortunately, this relief is very short. They will soon lose this feeling, and then crazily yearn for the next sacrifice.

Food is no longer necessary for their survival, but blood is.

After the logistical pressure was relieved, the barbarians were able to continue to assemble their troops to looting south. The Nord Kingdom in the north, the ports of the Empire in the west, and Brittany and even the southern country in the south have their presence, but they are only affected by the logistics. Limited (after all, the number of Chaos Warriors in the army is still a small number), the nearest Nord Kingdom is the target they can plunder all year round.

The Nord Kingdom has long been prepared for the barbarians. A large number of strong fortresses have been built in several major port cities in the north for defense. After the founding of the new empire, the barbarians will find it difficult to get cheap from the hands of the empire. This makes the barbarians Also began to look farther away, for example, in recent years, the Knight Kingdom Bretania has been continuously attacked by barbarians.

In the camp, everything was silent. The mercenaries and guards who had been working hard all day had found a place to rest. Only the burning bonfire and the night watchman were sitting around the fire and talking.

"It's so cold!" The few people in the lead were mercenaries from the Blood Axe Mercenary Group. Wilt, Simon and others were warming their bodies around the campfire.

"No way, Nord will be even colder in the future. In one or two months, the sea and river will be completely frozen, and we will go back to base camp for the night." Wilt extended the branches into the bonfire.

The bonfire is bestowed by the white wolf war **** Urik. As long as the bonfire continues, ordinary chaotic creatures will not actively approach the bonfire at night, and they will be blessed by the white wolf war god.

The base camp of the Blood Axe Mercenary Group is in a corner of Winter City. Compared with the empire where the land is very expensive, the Nordland is sparsely populated, and even the land price in the capital is relatively cheap.

"I miss the time spent in Winter Veil in Winter, I miss the scones made by Aunt Lina." Simon looked at the burning fire, and his thoughts seemed to have returned to the good times of last year, when the blood axe mercenary group was fully staffed. The Winter City rested and spent a wonderful Winter Veil Festival.

Now the blood axe mercenary group has reduced its staff by more than half. Even if they can complete the commission and get a large sum of money, it will be difficult for them to return to Winter City to celebrate the New Year with a smile, and because of Boris’s firm attitude, they don’t want to cooperate with Jialan anymore. Axe is bound to be suppressed by the Garland Council. The influence of these women in Nord and the Empire is not small, and it is difficult to say whether they can continue to live in Nord and live their own lives in the future.

"You said, can we take this opportunity to get in touch with the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy? Wizards...should also need some manpower?" someone in the mercenary group asked.

"You mean Sea Heart Stone? This..." Wilt frowned.

This is really a choice. If Mats wants to sell the Sea Heart Stone, he must contact the people of the Imperial Royal Wizarding Academy. Blood Axe can try to take this opportunity to introduce him and see if he can find some work.

"I can really try this. I heard that the great alchemist of the empire, Baiershazer-Gaert, is seeking mercenaries to help him complete a mission. Besides, we can also consider it and give up staying in Nord. , If we want to get the name of our blood axe... staying at Nord will not be possible at all, maybe, go to Marienburg with the caravan?" Wilt muttered to himself.

"Master, I said, the team leader's injury will not heal for a while. You should make up your mind at this time, right?" Banda was sitting next to the fire. The flames of the campfire were bright and warm, shining on the face of the little mercenary. superior.

Before the words of the little mercenary fell, a mercenary stood up immediately: "Banda! What do you mean? You are disrespectful to the leader. As long as the leader is Boris for one day, you shouldn't say this. talk!"

"But the leader is not here! At this time, the master is the deputy leader, he should have made the decision, right?" Banda also stood up abruptly to confront the mercenary.

At the time of the confrontation, Wilt suddenly motioned everyone to stop.

"Wait~ what sound is this?"

"The ground, the ground is shaking~"

"earthquake?"

The mercenaries all stood up. Among them, the experienced Wilt saw the horses tied to the side constantly neighing. He had a foreboding that something was wrong, and he immediately shouted: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"

As soon as the voice fell, in the dark shadows near the camp, several sturdy minotaurs rushed into the camp with a large axe in their hands.

"It's a Beastman!!!"