Warhammer Throne

The never-ending storm is raging on the corrupted land. If the Kurgan Steppe once had a beautiful history, it is all in the past. Now, all that is left for everyone to see is that it has become corrupted in chaos. The barren land and the grassland are still grasslands, but the grasslands have long been full of flames. All the tribes who believe in chaos are madly attacking each other and fighting each other.

Now, just before a chaos runestone, the Norskars, Mongolians and Kurgans are preparing to fight a battle here, attracting the eyes of the dark gods, because at this time, the evil moon Mosribu is hanging high above Skyrim, the power of chaos is ushering in a new frenzy.

At this time, it is the best time to win the attention of the true gods!

The traveler listened to the Kurgan rider’s narration, and he let out a sharp laugh. When he laughed, his whole body was shaking. The laughter seemed to be full of some different emotions: "I know, I know where it is. , That is Kadassah, a place where the demon prince ascended to the devil."

The chaos runestone, after the demon prince ascended to the devil, will leave such a runestone in place, recording its great and legendary story. The chaotic evil god's highest reward for his followers.

But travellers don’t seem to care about this reward: "A group of stupid people who have been confused by power, once they are promoted, they will lose themselves forever. Their lives and souls have become playthings in the hands of the gods, and this group of Stupid people think they have gained a lot, but they lose even more."

"Hmm~hmph~" The traveler's tone was indifferent, as if dismissing the highest-level reward of ascendant.

This angered Kurgan’s riders, and the camps of both sides immediately turned from the companions who were on guard against each other into enemies. The Kurgan knight drew out his long sword, his too strong and swollen body is not very fast. , But with great power, he cursed at the traveler: "You don't understand anything! Idiot! This is blasphemy! You don't understand the kindness and love of the true God to us, go to death! For the love of a loving father!"

"For the love of a loving father!" The thousands of Kurgan riders immediately entered a state of battle. Only enthusiasm and bloodthirsty were on their faces. The battle axe and long sword in their hands slashed at those without hesitation. Followers of the traveler.

"...Sure enough, it's still the easiest way." The traveler held the long sword around his waist: "The death of the kings!"

The long sword burning with raging chaotic fire was unsheathed, and this long sword was stained with the blood of more than twenty human kings.

Five minutes later.

Nearly a thousand corpses of Kurgan riders are scattered on the prairie. Those fragmented Kurgans still have deep fear on their faces. If their life is to pursue the attention and blessing of the Chaos God, then they I have already got it, because this wonderful battle has already attracted the evil god's hastily. In the gale on the Kurgan steppe, the evil god's satisfied laughter.

They did so, and the price was life.

The kurgan rider who spoke wild words to the traveler just now knelt in front of the traveler. The hot chaotic fire on the sword of the kings is burning his body and soul, and his shoulders are covered by this. Suppressed by the terrifying magic sword, extreme fear and suffocation filled his heart, and his words became intermittent: "I...you...no, don't kill me! No!"

"Submission, or death." The traveler's words were also intermittent, or that his attention was not focused on the person in front of him at all.

He felt that the never-ending storm, the world of energy, known as the chaotic kingdom, began to greedily deform and expand. Under its influence, the entire northern land trembled and moved in wailing, like a nightmare. The entangled sleeping people toss and whimper in their sleep, the tomb left by the war will spit out the unrest of the dead from the soil, and all the female creatures and the fetuses conceived by human women have gotten dirty and rich from the chaos. Blessings, everyone understands that all this indicates that a huge change is about to happen.

Cthulhu is calling, the stage for the performance has been set up, and a grand performance is about to begin.

"No, you can't kill me! You dare not kill me!" Kurgan rider was still struggling, he seemed to have some kind of support, he tore his clothes and roared loudly: "Look at what this is. This is a testament to my loving father, the great and supreme lord of the plague! Nurgle! He..."

The clothes were torn apart, and the Kurgan's chest really had a "Pin" type and three circles on the chest. There was no doubt that this was Nurg's blessing.

Before the words fell, the death of the kings slammed forward, and his head fell on the spot.

As the leader of the kurgan rider uttered the name of the evil god, the traveler immediately turned his attention to the person in front of him. His crimson eyes flashed with extreme hatred and viciousness. No longer hesitate, the king of With a light delivery, Shang ended the life of the person in front of him.

The kurgan rider's strength is not bad, if he didn't want to use the evil god's blessing to pray for his life, the traveler might really spare him.

However, the stupidity of the person in front of him made the traveler lose interest.

"The ignorant Kurgan." The traveler inserted the sorrow of the kings back into the scabbard, and he sneered: "Spoof?"

Cthulhu never spoils any mortal.

This is the truth that travelers have realized after spending a hundred years. The Four Chaos Gods never pity any mortal, and the mortal world is just an interesting toy in their eyes.

The traveler hates the four chaos gods, just like he hates all mortal gods. He hates everything. Since he decided to accept the cruel fate, he has become disgusted with the whole world. Disgust, it is also for mortal gods, and it is also for Chaos Cthulhu.

However, Cthulhu never cares. It doesn't matter whether travelers love them, worship them or hate them. As long as travelers show his value, Cthulhu will still look at him with interest and look forward to his next actions.

Hate, but a force far deeper than love.

This is chaos!

When the travelers arrived near Kadassah, a war had already begun.

Kadassah, the majestic and cursed plateau has opened her door to welcome all the chaotic warriors who dared to climb her razor-sharp stone walls, waiting for them to enter the ancient ruins on top of her-Zambazin, this A city older than mankind itself, the Colosseum of the Chaos Gods, where the evil gods are looking forward to their favorite entertainment show, and their mortal followers are in front of this ancient stage, Fight each other to win their favor.

The traveler and his entourage did not choose to join the battle, because this kind of battle has been fought for more than a hundred years. He just stood in the distance and used his bright red eyes braving the fire of chaos. Watching the battlefield coldly.

Now, right in front of his eyes, there are three Chaos armies fighting in the ruins. While fighting, they are all working hard to get close to the Chaos Runestone, like a group of children clamoring for sugar to eat, squeezing themselves in front of the adults. Yelling: "Give me! Give me!"

Hakkar, the champion of horror from the Islin tribe of Norsca, led an entire battalion of brass horror of God’s chosen warriors to charge first. Behind them were hordes of barbarian predators and several teams of Chaos Dogs. And a whole dozen Chaos Eggs, they shouted the name of the blood **** fear abuse.

From the east are Sargas-Voiders, a large group of evil believers cavalry of the Kurgan tribe. These mad knights ride on ornately decorated war horses. Their slender figures and gorgeous costumes are even in the sky of the evil moon. Underneath is enough to make people blind, the champion of seduce Sargas is young but has been favored by seduce for a long time, his soul has been empty for a long time, and any normal actions in the world can no longer make his empty soul. It feels that now he is here, just to satisfy his endless evil desire.

The Conspiracy Witch-Soul Destroyer comes from the Urak tribe in the south. Behind her are groups of treacherous demon wizards and treacherous believers. Although they are the least in number, with the help of Chaos Magic, their momentum does not belong at all. Other barbarian military land.

Now, a fierce battle is starting in the ruins of the city. Three chaotic tribes are fighting here. With spells and swords, the mouth of the blood basin full of teeth and the claws burning with flames, life is harvested in an instant and spews out. The endless blood reflected the smiles of the gods, and the three-way melee made the battle unsteady. Whenever one of them approached the chaos runestone, the other two would attack together, and the balance of victory was constantly swaying.

In this way, one hour after another, the battle was very anxious, and the horrifying brass goddess warriors, the wicked mad knights, and the tricky demon wizards continued to fight.

No one noticed that a new army was emerging on the horizon.

The yellow-green smell gradually overwhelmed the land they passed by, and a nightmare-like army appeared. They were like a muddy mudslide, with broken bodies, like piles of pustules of the Chosen Warriors of Nurgle. Those Hunger trolls with festering bodies, those humanoids that are no longer visible are humans, they are like slender sliding on the earth, flowing with decaying soup.

Just before the entire Nurg army, their leader appeared in the eyes of the travelers.

It was a dead body that had completely died, but still magically maintained alive vitality. He was riding on a giant toad dragon that was also rotting all over. This giant beast was several meters long and was on its body. , The champion of the plague **** Nash, the living corpse, the king of maggots, and the Tamu Khan who claimed to be the orthodox heir of the Great Kurgan is located here.

The traveler's eyes fixed on the swollen and rotten body of Tamu Khan, and he could see that the imprint from the divine enlightenment on his body made him look different among the four leaders. This is what his master made. The brilliance and glory bestowed, the plague storm of Nurgle was covering his body, and the supreme blessing bestowed on him by the father of plague and the **** of disease was clearly visible.

He is the champion of Nurgle!

The Chaos tribes who were fighting in the ruins of the city were immediately attacked by the Tamu Khan and his army. This was an out-and-out massacre. Soon, the Chaos tribes that had been hit hard were instantly hit by the plague army. The army was overwhelmed, and the small Chaos War Group and Chaos War Gang were wiped out one by one. The three Chaos Tribes soon discovered that the balance of this battle began to shift.

The first one who couldn't hold on was the demonic wizards of Tecchi. The conspiracy witch from the Urak tribe soon discovered something was wrong. She screamed and led the demons and wizards of Tecchi to quickly escape from the battlefield, leaving behind those tricks. After the mad believers were cut off, within a few minutes, the last mad believer melted into the pus of Nurgle.

"For the love of a loving father!" Tamu Khan's bloated and ulcerated mouth spit out masses of rotten meat, and he raised the battle axe in his hand: "Go ahead!"

"For my father!"

"Praise Nurgle!"

The yellow-green turbid current is rolling towards the battlefield. Now, the weak and the fainthearted can only escape from the battlefield. Their awkward and cowardly appearance makes the Cthulhu can not help but laugh. The entire battlefield is filled with the Chaos Cthulhu's happy laughter. .

Now, what is blocking the Tamu Khan is the evil champion Salgas-Voider and his mad knight team, as well as the horror champion Hakkar and his horror and brass godly champions.

The sky went down with heavy rain, lightning flashed, and the plague army of Tamu Khan officially turned fire with the horrific brass warriors and the wicked mad knights. In the torrential rain, Tamu Khan took the lead. Riding a toad dragon into the battlefield.

"It's almost a victory or defeat." The traveler and his followers remained silent. He just watched the war quietly, waiting for the result.

…………I am the dividing line of the onlookers…………

At the same time, the Old World, Brittany, Charon Forest.

Of course, Ryan knew nothing about what was happening on the Kurgan steppes tens of thousands of miles away.

After arranging the personnel and all the garrisons, Ryan led the remaining three thousand people to retreat from Musilon, preparing to rush back to his territory.

At this time, the time has come to the end of July, and Su Liya has been pregnant for almost eight months, and he must also rush back at this time.

Fortunately, from the letter, Su Liya understands Ryan’s career very well, and the lake fairy and Ryan’s personal maid, Olika, the dark elf, always accompany the female knight, especially the lake fairy. Her company allows the female knight. His spirit has always been stable.

But even so, Su Liya still complained to Ryan to some extent, hoping that he could return from Mu Xilong as soon as possible.

Ryan naturally raised his hands to surrender to this situation. There is no reason to talk to the pregnant woman. He immediately wrote to indicate that he would rush back immediately. For this reason Ryan even dropped the knightly army that was slowly retreating and gradually disbanding. With Francois, Gerald, and the few holy grail knights of the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood, they rushed desperately, wanting to get home early.

In the forest, the holy grail knights hurriedly hurried, and gradually approached the stronghold established by Anglang here-the hut in the forest.

The knights will rest here for a while.

After Ryan got off his horse, he found that Anglang was feeding his Hippogryph "Nukeliya". Although he was a little anxious, Ryan held himself up and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm giving it to him." Hello?"

"Yeah, Nukhelia has been really **** this journey." Anglang stuffed a large piece of roast pork into the horned eagle's mouth. The horned eagle obviously enjoyed it, spreading its wings and mouthing big mouths. Eating food.

"Along the way?" Ryan said strangely, "Brother, you have something to go out?"

"This war, you fought very well, brother." Anglang did not answer Ryan's question directly. He grinned: "When I was thirty-four, I didn’t have the strength of you. I'm still fighting a group of guys who don't know why in the arena."

"Have you heard about me?" Ryan asked casually.

Angelang shook his head.

"...You followed me?" Ryan quickly realized something.

Anglang still shook his head. He didn't talk about this problem anymore. Instead, the Gene Primarch of the World Devourer took out a letter and handed it to Ryan.

"The sissy Fogen and his Ash Legion are ready to come to the old world to recruit a large number of recruits."

"They will arrive soon."