Warhammer Throne

Fogen and Anglang stayed in the Duchy of Carcassonne for a while.

Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne, realized that these two demigods could help him after seeing the power of Fogen and Anglang. The cruel duke privately asked Fogen and Anglang to help him solve it. A tribe of steel and green skins in the Inara Mountains.

This green-skinned tribe uses steel to integrate into its own body. As a result, they become stronger and crazier. Duke Hubald tried his best to drive the steel-green-skin tribe back into the mountains and prevent them from rushing into Kagasong. Plain.

Therefore, Duke Hubald asked Fogen and Anglang for help, and the conditions for asking these two demigods to help, the Duke made it clear that he could not give any special gifts or rewards, only to see that the whole duchy has been in the millennium. After resisting the almost endless aggression and making countless sacrifices, I hope Fugen and Anglang can help.

If the Duke came up to spend a large sum of money on them to make them mercenaries, the two Primarchs probably didn’t want to refuse directly, and this sincere request would have moved the two Primarchs. Both Fogen and Anglang agreed to help, with Fogen as the main general, and Duke Hubald sent scouts and shepherds to lead the team.

But the facts have proved that the people of the Principality of Kagasong made serious mistakes in intelligence.

The people of this Principality are brave and fierce, strong and unyielding, but they are obviously not very culturally. They told Fogen and Anglang that these steel green skins are chaotic, but they are amazing!

After hearing this, Fogen and Anglang were full of question marks.

When can Green Leather believe in Chaos?

Later I realized that the Kakasson people don’t really understand the difference between green skin, undead and chaos. Anyway, it’s all enemies. Therefore, in the simple logic of the Kakasong people, green skin also believes in chaos. of.

After realizing that it was troublesome to explain, Fugen didn't bother to say more, believe in chaos and believe in chaos, anyway, it's gone.

In the Redfish Village by the Chinon River, the world's rivers are rushing in summer. The waterwheel made by the dwarves fetches water uninterruptedly. In the distance, a tall windmill is spinning.

Faugen, Anglang and Ryan were walking along the Chinon River. At this time, the weather was almost late in mid-August and it was no longer so hot.

Fogen wanted to see what happened to Anglang's farm estate.

The appearance of the emperor's son Gene Primarch in Lane territory caused a sensation.

All leaders are very interested in Ryan's brother.

So handsome! This beautiful man! It's so handsome! After Fukun appeared in the territory, this tall and beautiful man instantly became the hottest topic in the full-collar.

Perfect appearance, elegant conversation, noble temperament, handsome appearance, strong martial arts.

This is what a real demigod should look like!

Ryan's brothers are demigods, which is something everyone knows. At the wedding scene, a total of six demigods appeared, plus Fugen, that is, seven demigods.

Of course, there are a lot of rumors in private. Some people suspect that Ryan’s brothers are all half-parents, otherwise they will not be so different. After seeing Faugan appear, everyone is even more sure. Ryan’s father must be more than one woman. , There is evidence!

That **** man has only appeared once, and everyone is not familiar with it, but Master Anglang is familiar with everyone!

Lord Ryan and Lord Fogen must have been born to the same parents, and Lord Anglang must be an illegitimate child! Others will not be discussed separately. Seeing his style and appearance, does he look like a nobleman?

Everyone believes in this.

"So, the problem is solved?" Ryan walked in the front, he said with a smile: "Brother, the expedition really troubles you."

"It's nothing. For ten thousand years, I will catch all these mistakes little by little." Fukun smiled and shook his head: "Ruscia has me, don't worry, I also know your business, you take it back. After Musilon, we will soon become king, and we will perform our duties, and we will let our orders go."

"You still value those so much." Anglang was a little depressed, he also heard the rumors in the collar, if it were before he had rushed up with an axe and chopped it.

But now that he has been planting land for many years, Anglang’s temper has been reduced a lot. He thinks carefully about his appearance, and there is indeed a big difference in appearance. Although Fogen will not be his opponent even in his heyday, but Still depressed.

Entering the Redfish Village, Anglang’s house and his manor are not far away. There are many hard-working serfs working as long-term workers for Anglong, working to help him raise pigs and chickens. Duck, cooking the field, they provide labor for Anglang, and Anglang provides protection for them.

"Angerang, I came here to look for you from Ruth Chiat. I heard that you are farming here. Is there anything to entertain me?" Fogen looked at the whole prosperous village with interest. , There is a dense flow of people, and there are even many grocery stores and taverns on the streets of the village. There is smoke from the chimneys, and a pair is hung on the side of the road.

"You went to Ruscia and didn't bring me any specialties!" Angelang said dissatisfiedly.

"Of course I have!" Fugen smiled slightly, and he took out a small statue from his space ring.

This statue is carved from the finest hardwood of the Ruschia tropical rain forest. It looks like a demon toad sitting on the golden throne and meditating with closed eyes. It looks like a very knowledgeable one.

"Um." Anglang didn't expect that Fugen actually brought a gift. The World Devourer Gene Primarch took the statue from Fugen awkwardly, and muttered: "Thank you... can you tell me what this stuff is. What's the use?"

"It's useless, I just took it from Lord Crocker." Fogen shook his head: "There is no special magic ability, but it contains the wisdom and life experience of the magic toad."

"Isn't there a Great Chaos Demon hidden inside?" Anglang swung the statue back and forth, wanting to see if there was a problem.

"...Angela, if you want to have an honorary duel, you can directly bring it up." Fukun's tone changed immediately after hearing these words: "Don't be so concealed, it's not like you."

"Okay, okay, since you brought me gifts from Ruscia, then I will take something to entertain you as a sissy." Anglang carefully put the statue away, and he opened it yellingly. The gate of the farm: "What do you want to eat? Do you want me to catch a chicken?"

"One chicken for three people? You are too stingy!" Fukun's eyes rolled around, and the farm really has everything in it, and it's self-sufficient.

"Hahahaha~" Ryan kept laughing beside him.

"Then tell me what you want to eat straight!" Anglang motioned to the serfs to bring clean water: "Don't say that half and save half, and then let me guess, if this is the case, your dinner today will be pig food!"

"Okay, okay, then you kill the pig to give me and Ryan a taste~" Fukun shrugged upon hearing this, "How about you make it for us?"

"Okay." Anglang took Ryan and Fogen into the pigpen he built by himself.

"Snoring, snoring~" The door of the pigpen opened and there were many big fat pigs inside. When Anglang was coming, the fat pigs thought he was coming in to deliver food. They all rushed up together, arching the pig's nose around and sending out Smelly sound.

"Hey, if your heirs know that their original body is raising pigs, don't know what they think?" Fukun saw the pigs being raised white and fat, and knew that Anglang had thought and worked hard.

"What do they think has anything to do with me? I have never really controlled them anyway." Anglang shook his head: "Want to eat that end?"

"Do you think Ryan and I would pick? You just need to pick one for us."

"Okay, let me see." Anglang looked at it for a while, and he stretched out his hand toward the pigpen. With one hand, he directly picked up a fat pig weighing several hundred kilograms: "This How about the head? Berkshire pigs have good meat quality and are rich in snowflakes and lean meat."

"Yes!" Fogen and Ryan both nodded.

"Snoring, snoring~" The big fat pig was still a little awake, and was caught in a daze, without much struggle.

"Then this one." Anglang grabbed the pig. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the pig's chin. He smiled maliciously: "Look, this pig often daydreams. I treat it like this. When I caught it, I didn't have any reaction, and I didn't like to move."

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, dreaming during the day, love to daydream."

"It's definitely impossible to go on like this, it's easy to bring other pigs out!"

"It's better to make it into a roast pig! Let it understand that daydreaming is useless, and you have to take action~" Anglang squeezed the pig's face with his hands.

"Snoring, snoring~" The pig seemed to realize what was going to happen. It finally got out of a trance and began to struggle desperately, but it was too late.

"Ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

With the help of the serfs, Anglang killed the pigs, cleaned them, and then marinated them to taste.

Add some ginger, add some salt, add some oil, add some spices, and even Anglang added some red wine. After being fully marinated and flavored, the whole pig was grilled on top of the fire.

The golden grease tickled, dripping into the fire, splashing into flakes of sparks.

The three people sat around and grilled pork with red wine. Ryan was tasting the finest snowflake pork. The meat was fat but not greasy and chewy. It was marinated and had the original delicate fragrance of pork.

"Brother's food is the best!" Ryan cut the meat with a knife, and he exclaimed.

"Angerang, I have to say that you are already a pig farmer!" Fukun nodded, his face couldn't help but smile: "An excellent internal affairs talent like you, our dear imperial regent Kiri Your Excellency Man will definitely give you a new title on the Council of the Supreme Lords of Terra, such as... the Supreme Lord Pig Chief?"

"I won't be a subordinate to Gilliman." Anglang said disdainfully as soon as he heard Gilliman: "He wants me to surrender, and I won't talk about it before I win."

"He and his heirs are enough to beat you." Fukun smeared the roast pork with seasoning and put it in his mouth.

"I'm talking about heads-up!" Anglang emphasized impatiently.

"One-on-one? Have you forgotten how you lost to Ruth?" Fogen sneered: "Father's meaning is here. If you can't figure it out, then you should be a lifetime farmer."

"...Did you talk to your father?" Anglang frowned. He swallowed the lean meat on the knife in a few bites, and then took out a white bread and cleaned lettuce wraps from the next bag. Eat with barbecue.

Ryan also turned his gaze to Fugen.

"Called, we were in the foggy city, using the machine left by the ancient sage to talk to our father." Fukun said seriously: "This is also the reason why I want to return to the old world."

"Want to know what father said?" Fugen sprinkled pepper, pepper, and cumin powder on the barbecue.

"What did you say?"

"Father told me..."