Warhammer Throne

"Porgil the Siege is a very powerful mercenary leader, because he is called the "siege" because of his unparalleled expertise in siege warfare. He was the greatest at the time when the city was invaded by the rat people. A mercenary. Legend has it that all the cities and cities in Tyre, even the cleverly constructed Miragrino, could not withstand the siege of the Prince. Pogil was indeed a tactical expert, and most of his battles ended in victory."

"After three great victories, he made Milagrenno the most powerful duchy in Tyrell. After that, his enemies had to succumb to their siege ability to avoid open struggles and shrink behind the walls. He was still shrewd. Without losing the tyrannical ruler, once an opponent appears, he won’t live long."

"But the power of Prince Pogil also attracted the hostility of everyone. He has experienced countless assassinations. All the nobles of Tyrell, including many mercenaries in the city-state of Milagrino, united against him. In the end, he was assassinated unarmed when he entered the bath."

Halfling Hobby, a wandering swordsman at the pinnacle of legend followed Fukun's back, and he introduced the situation.

Halflings are not difficult to hire. When Fukun took out enough gold and silver, it was only natural that the halfling Hobbi chose to join the Ash Legion. He agreed to lead a dozen halflings under his command on an expedition to Ruscia. Get fifteen boxes full of wealth, the money is enough for this group of halflings to finish this vote and go back to their hometown Mute to find a female halfling to get married.

When Habib saw Fogen offer the amount of employment, he couldn't say anything in surprise. He immediately agreed to accept the employment. The halfling happily said that after doing this business, he would wash his hands with gold and no longer be a mercenary.

A group of people walked on the streets of Milagrenno. The streets here are magnificent, luxurious, atmospheric, quaint, simple, gorgeous, but not over-stacked at all. On the contrary, the people here are very far away from the war. Having time to think about philosophy and pursuing art, Fukun was also interested in admiring the streets and house designs along the way while listening to Hobby’s narration, and stopped to listen to the performances of a few street performers from time to time.

On the contrary, Anglang lacked interest in these things. He looked at the streets with different decoration styles indifferently.

In terms of talent alone, Pogir-siege may be the best mercenary leader in the southern country. He not only relied on his bravery, wisdom, and the spirit of sharing happiness and hardships with the mercenaries under his command, he became Prince Milagrenno, but also In the three wars, they defeated the three principalities in turn, and completely defeated the green-skinned waaagh of the Southern Grey Mountains trying to invade Tyrell, splitting it into three small tribes. Make them no longer a threat to Tyrell.

However, when Pogil revealed his ambitions, and when he declared that he wanted to become the real King of Tyrell, he was met with unanimous opposition, resolute opposition, and everyone united against him, including his subordinates. Mercenary.

Pogil can win every war. He can defeat all the enemies wherever he goes, but as long as his front foot leaves, the places he conquered on the back foot will immediately rise against the flag and fall, no matter how hard Pogil tries, The only thing he could control was Milagliano, and to make matters worse, his mercenaries began to oppose him.

"Normal, we can't expect the mercenaries to provide similar loyalty to the country. This is unrealistic, and Pogil is not Johnson." Fogen listened to the halfling's narration, and he calmly analyzed everything: "Unlike the empire and Brittany, people there have formed a desire and consciousness for unity amidst the threats and pressures of chaos, undead, and greenskins. People there firmly believe that a united country is obviously better than a divided country. To be stronger, but Tyrell and Estalia did not face this threat. Everyone is accustomed to autonomy. Everyone likes autonomy and refuses to change. So the pressure to unify is surprisingly great. Pogil obviously Without the abilities of Charlemagne or the first knight king Arthur, there is also a lack of a war and a threatened environment."

"But why did his mercenaries also oppose him?" Anglang asked towards Fogen: "According to Habib, Pogil must take the lead in every battle, and usually share the joys and sorrows with the mercenaries, even eating food. Stir the spoon in a large pot."

"Yes, but their relationship is between superiors and superiors after all." Fukun sneered a few times: "Subordinates and monarchs are different, Anglang, we can't confuse them."

"You know, you know best!" Anglang understood, it was nothing more than the difference between a war commander and an emperor. Each Primarch was controlled by a war commander, but the Primarchs were all qualified to become a war commander. On the contrary, the emperor There is only one and his reign is eternal: "So I hate talking to you sissy, you always like to say half, leave half, and then take the opportunity to laugh at me!"

Fogen knew Anglang just as Anglang knew Fogen. Seeing Anglang yelling like this, Fogen just smiled and didn't say more.

It seems that the chaos caused by the death of Pogil, the whole city is in a state of extreme disorder. Just like the situation encountered by Anglang and the others, the chaos cultists dared to publicize chaos on the streets and spread corruption. No one stopped, and Fulgen blatantly shot and exploded the cultist’s head, causing panic. There was no response in the city. The guards in charge of defending Milagrenno were busy fighting for power and had no time to pay attention to the corners of the city. what happened.

"So, where is the Golden Mage?" The barbarian warrior Ingrid followed everyone behind and asked loudly. Anglang's appearance made her feel close by nature. In Norsca's imagination, her figure Huge, strong, using a pair of axes, a macho appearance, and the space between gestures and feet collapsed, Anglang was enough for the female barbarians to regard him as an elder, especially Anglang who looked amiable.

"Master Jin lives in a manor in the city of Milagrino." The halfling Hobby nodded repeatedly. He was short but not cumbersome at all. On the contrary, the halfling walked extremely fast and silently. , His body is the most common ranger outfit, including a hat and a quiver stained with kite feathers, a small short bow on his back, a cloth bag hanging on his chest, and a row of daggers in the cloth bag. With a short sword on his back, it looks harmless to humans and animals, but everyone who underestimates him has paid the price.

What made Faugan a little bit noticed was that Hobby was wearing a ring, which was all golden yellow with ancient spells and a mysterious language engraved on it.

"This is the holy thing of the halfling, passed to me by my cousin." Hobby seemed to see something, and he explained a little: "That's it."

Fukun just lightened his forehead and didn't answer any more.

Even though this halfling is very small, he looks quite young, but in fact he is already sixty years old this year. Halflings are adults based on the age of thirty-three, and the average life span of halflings is 150 years. Around sixty years can be regarded as a young man.

Along a long and narrow garden road, a group of people marched towards the place where Master Jin stayed in Milagrino, where Master Jin and his army temporarily settled in this manor.

When everyone walked into the manor, they were all surprised by the scenery in front of them.

The place where you entered the eyes was a large sea of ​​fire. The crackling sound of the flames and the burning smell of the hot wind made Anglang frowned.

The entire manor is burning, and the three-story building is gradually being burned in the flames. The elemental spirits wrapped in flames are flying in the air, making sharp neighs and roars back and forth. They are constantly laughing, as if the flames make them feel In addition to pleasure, it seems that the tragic fate of mortals can make them more than happy.

"As always, we are late." Wing cavalry general Felix said with a face like black iron, he whispered: "All that is waiting for us is destruction. The Golden Mage has been defeated."

"Not necessarily." Fukun signaled everyone to rest awhile. The commander of the Ash Legion noticed that a group of Arabis were walking out of the burnt manor. They were wearing robes and headscarves. Withdraw a tied Tyrell from the manor, press it on a tree stump, and prepare to do it: "According to his will, we will sentence you to death."

"No! No! No! I beg you!" The Tyrell screamed, and he kept screaming, struggling: "No! I'm just, I just want to make a wish!"

"But you lose. As a loser, you must die." The Arab soldier drew the scimitar from his waist, and he raised the scimitar high.

"no no!"

"Wait!" Fukun led a group of people approaching from a distance. He glanced at the manor that was burning in the flames and asked these Arabs: "Why are you killing him?"

"Kill him? What the **** is this about you? You look at this as selling farts in the orphanage..." The Arab soldier said impatiently, but after seeing Fukun's appearance and his divine outfit, this Disdain soon turned into fear: "Uh... what I said is, it's none of your business! Get out of here, we're going to be executed!"

"Tell me, Arabs, why did you kill him!" Fukun's expression did not change at all. He just stood in front of these Arab soldiers: "Otherwise, I will not leave."

"Save me! Saveme!" the Tyrell screamed. At this time the mercenary was crying with fright and his pants were wet.

"Hmph, coward!" Anglang snorted disdainfully.

"Speak! bequick!" Fogen continued to take a step forward.

It was a look that made people feel deep in the bones of fear from the bottom of the heart. This look was like a sharp steel knife pierced over, steady and accurate, hitting the key, making people unable to move and unable to avoid. It seemed to be controlled by hypnotism, and any cover could not be resisted. It penetrated the camouflage armor like a bullet, and it cut through the glass like a sharp blade.

Several Arab soldiers immediately felt their lives were in danger, and the leader in the lead swallowed a mouthful of water. He said with some boldness: "Your Excellency Jin Mage ordered us to kill him. This is the reason. Are you satisfied? If you are not satisfied, just Please leave quickly, this is not where you should come, empire! We are about to execute."

The golden two-headed eagle on Fukun's chest made the Arabi filthy.

"Unsatisfied." Fogen lowered his head: "You just told me a reason. What I want to know is the reason. Why did you kill this Tyrell?"

"Why do you have to know the reason? Before the execution, the demon hunters in your empire will tell everyone that he has fallen because of the reasons?" The Arab soldiers are still doing their best, even though the scimitars in their hands are trembling.

"There is no reason." Fukun continued, his eyes sharpened: "Tell me!!!"

"..." Several Arab soldiers stepped back. They looked at each other, and their expressions began to hesitate.

"Because he didn't really want to cooperate with me." At this time, a hoarse voice came from the burning manor gate, a tall man wearing golden embroidered silk, holding a golden flame scimitar, and a pumpkin on his head. The man with the same golden hat and gold powder on his face wandered down the steps. The fire elemental spirit whirled around him, making a happy cry. He was blind in one eye, and only indifferent in the remaining eye : "He just wants to get close to the lamp god, he wants to make a wish to the lamp god."

"His wish?" Fukun turned around.

"That's not important." Master Jin stepped down the burning steps: "What about you? Are you here to cooperate, or do you want to be like him?"

"Let him go, you have no right to judge him." Fugen looked at the Tyrell whose head was placed on the stump, and shook his head: "This is not the right you should have."

"Then it seems that we can't reach an agreement." Jin Mage walked step by step in front of Fugen: "But it is also very easy. We always follow the principle of equivalent exchange. You can use your life to exchange his life. ."

"Or you can ignore this matter and let us talk about it again. What is your motive for coming to me? Do you want to seek cooperation? Or do you also covet the secret of the Djinn?"

"Gluck~" The fire elemental elves rolled in the air, making sharp and grumpy laughs.

"Are you challenging me?" Fukun walked to Master Jin: "What if I control it?"

"I said, I follow the principle of equivalent exchange. Since you want to manage, why not? Your soul is more valuable than this garbage soul." Jin Mage shook his machete: "You hope to wait until The fire stops, or is it now?"

Behind Master Jin, a group of fire elemental spirits are appearing from the burning manor.

"What's the difference?" Fukun drew out his golden power sword glory, and he motioned the crowd to disperse.

"Indeed, then... let's get started!!!"