Warhammer Throne

Speaking of fine wine, even if the emperor, Fugen, and Clarkson opened the chatterbox and recalled the years of the great expedition 10,000 years ago, the emperor’s face was only heavy, and Fugen’s face was bitter, and Clarkson is bleak. Kuangsha Literature Network

"Everyone likes wine." After a while of silence, Fugen tasted the dinosaurs, raisins and nuts sent by the Lizardmen. His tone was full of bitterness: "Father, do you remember? I used to be with Horus. Sharing a glass of wine, he likes wine, I like it, and Ferros, he likes spirits."

"Khan, San Giles, Magnus, none of us don't like wine." Clarkson's tone has a hint of forest: "Khan likes horse wine, San Giles likes bitterness." A mellow red wine. As for Magnus, he and Aliman used psychic power to search for winemaking formulas many times."

"Everyone likes wine, but only the idiot Riemann Russ and the madman Anglang are not suitable for drinking alcohol." The emperor nodded, he looked at the contents of the cup, and the lord of mankind backed his thoughts back to ten thousand years ago. "That idiot Ruth only knows how to drink cows. He and his wolf cubs don’t care whether they drink first-class wine or horse urine. Anyway, they just have enough."

"So I never take out my treasure to drink with Ruth, I will only let him drink the inferior ale and the Fenris blood wine he brought." It seems that I remembered that Ruth drank too much. Fukun smiled when he was attacking people on the battlefield: "No matter how good a wine that needs to be savored, Ruth will always bite out the cork with his teeth, then take a mouthful and blow it clean, how stupid. "

"As for Anglang, we don't want to let him touch alcohol. He is usually a lunatic. After drinking, who knows what will happen." Clarkson added: "I don't want to be one-on-one with him."

"Besides Anglang, Petrabo also likes fine wine." The emperor nodded: "Whenever Petrabo is arranged to conquer the strongest fortress and carry out his most sophisticated and proud designs, he will drink it. Vent your dissatisfaction while drinking wine."

Faugan agreed: "It is very likely that the only time Petrabo is only a little unhappy at all times, and that is when drinking."

"But when it comes to who has the most wine collections among us, it is undoubtedly Killiman and Johnson." Clarkson nodded: "I once had the honor to go to Mark Kulaag and Killiman to drink. The dull and rigid in his palace, a toast in the reception room filled with a lot of gold, unlike Fukun’s flagship which is a fist dipped in perfume, the palace of Giliman is a piece of gold inlaid Leather."

"You have such a deep memory of everyone, Clarkson, I'm glad to hear you comment on me like that." Faugan replied nonchalantly, "It's always black and white than you, with a lot of strange statues in your residence. Good, it’s a prison at all, and you live in the largest cell."

"Oh~Yes, we are all like this, proud, complacent, and extremely confident." Clarkson's pale face flashed a deep sarcasm: "This kind of personality makes you degenerate, and it makes me make a big mistake."

Although the Dark Crow Guard Gene Primarch said so, he felt very comfortable in his heart.

The brothers returned one by one, and he no longer felt lonely.

"Enough, let's return to the topic of wine." The emperor immediately realized that his sons were about to start arguing again. The Lord of Man wisely checked the momentum: "No one's good will be exactly the same."

"Kiliman's cellar wine is called Felenas. The wine is full-bodied, full, and has a certain sweetness. The entrance is very comfortable." Clarkson naturally obeyed the emperor's order, as if he hadn't said it before. That sentence: "As for Johnson, no one knows where he kept his treasure in Caliban, but there is no doubt that Johnson must have a private wine cellar in the deepest part of Caliban, which is full of With whiskey, gin and beer, oh, and a cow."

"A cow?" Fugen asked strangely, "Why is there another cow?"

"Last Ryan's big wedding ceremony, Johnson came from Anglang." Speaking of this, Clarkson's face rarely appeared helpless: "Zhuang Sen doesn't know how to deal with this cow. , So he gave the cow to the great mentor of the Dark Angel, Azriel, to let him place it properly. As a result, Azriel ordered the Dark Angel’s core circle to gather for a meeting and listed the Dark Angel’s possession of a cow as Top secret, no one except the members of the inner ring knows where the cow is, where it came from, and what it looked like. All the information related to the cow was secretly destroyed. The soldiers who saw the cow that day were all forced to Swearing a poisoned oath never to disclose any news about this cow, this is what Zhuang Sen told me."

"..." After Fukun heard this, he almost squirted out the red wine in his mouth. He shook his head speechlessly. After forcing himself to swallow the red wine, the emperor's son Genome said: "Then next is it right? Are you going to die? All the other people who have seen this cow exist and heard about this cow have all captured the Caliban for interrogation and told them to repent, and eventually become loyal?"

"If it's not unexpected, yes." Clarkson agreed: "Johnson always handles problems like this, isn't it?"

"Well, let's return to the topic of wine." In Faugan's view, Johnson's doing this is too rigid and boring. There are many perfect ways to solve the problem of a cow, and Johnson has always only To deal with all problems in two ways, Fogen didn’t want to accuse Zhuang Sen’s style, he had to move the topic away: “Father, if you know and like wine, it’s undoubtedly your closest friend, the Empire. Prime Minister Makado, I heard that his storage room contains countless rare wines from the history of mankind. Even you can sigh his collection."

"Yes, Makado's collection covers the entire history of mankind. Many of his collections can be traced back to the times of ancient Terra and vineyards and wineries. His collection is no longer as simple as a drink. It is a reproduction of human civilization. "The emperor picked up the wine glass, he gently tasted Lusalus, the top wine in the old world: "The collection of Macado still exists, and his collection is placed in the static field. These finest Distilled spirits carry countless memories."

"It is said that only Donne often has the opportunity to drink with Macado." Fogen is obviously interested in this: "I hope I will also have the opportunity to taste the treasure of Macado."

"Makado's collection belongs to Ryan." The emperor said coldly: "It's all Ryan's possessions."

Fukun: "..."

Clarkson: "..."

"So... when are we going to get back Motarian and Petrabo? I can't wait." Clarkson asked about a topic he cared about after a short silence: "Why do they know that your father is already here? Calling all the Primarchs, there is still a way to purify, and they are not willing to return to the empire?"

"Angerang has returned, but do you see his current state?" Fugen gently brushed his soft silver hair with his fingers: "Like an old farmer, he has long been disappointed in everything, including the empire, including Chaos, and Motarian and Petrabo are the same. If we can’t solve the problems of Petrabo and Motarian perfectly, we might as well wait for the moment to find a way to solve the problem, otherwise we will be purified. Now, they won’t be willing to serve their father’s empire anymore.”

"Angerang won't talk about him. As for Motarian and Petrabo... the price is too high." The emperor opened his mouth, and his eyes were like electricity, looking at Yuankong: "When I came up with Before a detailed plan, there are no plans for the time being."

"Where is Don?"

"Not found."

"All right."

…………I am the dividing line of loyalty…………

The next day, the emperor and Clarkson left, leaving only Fugan.

As part of the Ash Legion, about 10,000 people have been directly teleported to Itaza by Mazda Moody using teleportation spells. Here, the Lizardmen will defend Itaza at all costs until the Lord Kroc is completely resurrected. .

The decayed corpse in the shield of the ancient sage is gradually exuding vitality, right on the streets of Itaza, echoing the echo of the ancients, that is the whisper of the soul of Venerable Kroc, at the call of the emperor Next, the soul of Venerable Kroc is gradually returning to the body.

Putting on his purple full plate armor, hung the golden power sword glory around his waist, combed his long silver hair, fastened the purple gold cloak, Fugen came out of the room arranged by the lizardman.

The Emperor's Son Primarch was soon shocked by the scenery in front of him.

The entire city is now gathering the most lizardmen army in history. Tens of thousands of lizardmen and skinks are preparing for the battle. The ancient instruments are being activated, and the tall ancient sage pyramid shines brightly. Straight sky dome.

The human army of the Ash Legion assembled in the square. Although the human army was shocked by the existence of these ancient species in the rainforest and their glorious civilization, no soldiers had the idea of ​​retreating. This army has long been subdued by the personal charm of Fugen. Below, they are ready to fight for glory.

"Your Excellency Fukun." The spirit of Hadrian, the president of the Luigi Chamber of Commerce, was obviously not very good. He came to Fukun and bowed to salute: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Fukun's height is half a bit taller than Hadrian. Hadrian's height is only as high as Fukun's mouth. Seeing the appearance of this businessman, Fukun smiled at this: "Live Are you still used to it here?"

"Not very comfortable, especially because the food delivered by the residents here contains a lot of bugs." Hadrian smiled bitterly and shook his head. The big businessman is controlling his watch. Appropriate complaints can gain a sense of identity and empathy. Excessive complaints can only be annoying.

Hadrian knew how huge and terrifying he was with a family. Just yesterday, the shining true **** was right. After Hadrian firmly believed that the other party was certain and definitely the appearance of a true god, he even more Is firming up this idea.

This family is all gods.

"I remember that I asked you to bring your own food." Fukun saw Hadrian's tricks at a glance but cleverly failed to expose it. He just gave out the order he had issued.

"Of course, following your instructions, we all bring our own food, but many human warriors are obviously willing to try the food of these ancient races. At least their raisins and various fruits taste good." Hadrian smiled. Said: "Follow your instructions, Commander, we are all willing to try new things. Believe me, trading with the ancient races in the rain forest will give us unimaginable profits."

"That's good." Fogen nodded, and he immediately noticed that his deputy commander Fernando Pilazzo was leading the walking knights and great swordsmen of the Ash Legion. At the same time, there was also the Great Lord of the Demon Toad, Maz. Da Moody.

Mazda Moody sits on the golden throne, and the pedestal of the golden throne is placed on an ancient triangle dragon Zerag. Obviously, this second-generation magic toad is the most powerful existence. It was also ready to fight. It looked at Fogen: "Young... Son of the Old Sage, come with me, and the military meeting of Master Crocker, the Master who protects my mentor, will be held soon."

Following Mazda Moody's arrival was a strong ferocious cold lizard, which roared, quickly came to Fukun's face, and actively bent down.

This is Fugan's mount.

Ten minutes later, the military meeting was held in the Great Pyramid of Itaza. The participants included Mazda Moody, Lord of the Demon Toad, Kuga, the last guardian, and Tekza, the lizard ancient blood warrior responsible for the defense of Itaza. , And the remaining two second-generation magic toads.

The first generation of magic toads created by the ancient sages have all been killed, and there are only five of the second generation of magic toads. The most powerful Mazda-Moody rules the City of the Sun, and the Lord Huahua sits in the City of the Mist, Austria. -Lord Teha sits in the Moon City, and the remaining two second-generation magic toads are here.

"The instructor is recovering. By then, his power will hit the magical winds of the entire world, and the big defensive net cannot conceal the terrifying power of the Venerable. We must be prepared for war." Mazda Moody's voice was hoarse and full. With an obscure taste, and speaking slowly, fortunately, the Skink priest was on the side to translate for Fugen.

"Our old enemy will definitely send a terrible army to stop respecting Kroc's recovery." Another second-generation Demon Toad whispered, and he looked very old.

Fugen couldn't help but recalled the emperor's words. In theory, the servants of the Old Sage are immortal, and their life span is unlimited. The only possibility for the demon toad to age is that its magic and energy are in a state of being overdrawn for a long time.

So that's it, in order to maintain the "Great Guardian"?

Fukun's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

"In addition to our mortal enemy, there will definitely be an army coming to interfere in the resurrection of the Venerable." Kuga opened his mouth, his tongue sticking out, and the last guardian and war lord released his fierceness: "Si Cavan Ratman."

"The Skaven has been expelled from Ruscia!" Tekeza, the ancient blood warrior, roared.

"Obviously they are back." Mazda-Moody let out a long breath, and its breath was full of magical winds: "The astrology shows that more Skaven Rats are already in Russie. Asia landed."

"Itazar's army cannot resist the Chaos Demon and the Skaven at the same time. We need reinforcements from the City of the Mist and the City of the Moon!" Kuga knew just how terrible the war they were about to face.

"Neither the City of the Mist nor the City of the Moon can send reinforcements." Another second-generation Demon Toad whispered: "Lord Huahua must maintain the defense of the Mist City, where Skaven has already been affected by the Skaven and many others. The threat of undead pirates, and Lord Aldur Teha’s soul is still sinking into the void. Only when its soul returns**, the army of the Moon City can be mobilized."

"What shall we do then?" Tekeza, the ancient blood warrior, was only angry about this: "In any case, as long as my great master needs it, I can fight to the end with our mortal enemy at any time."

"We will set up a defense at the Starlight Bridge to fight against the combined forces of Skaven and Chaos Demon." Mazda Moody closed his eyes, and after spending five minutes, his eyes opened again: "Can you Persevering until the mentor is fully recovered is the key to victory."

"This war will be related to the survival of the world. If we fail, the darkness will completely erode this land."

"Now, let us fight to protect the inheritance of our master." Fupin Chinese