Warhammer Throne

The atmosphere under the open-air camp began to be weird. The wind of the great sea of ​​forest blew across the forest, and the swaying of the leaves was endless. After Fugen spoke, the atmosphere of several Primarchs became uncomfortable. When Fugen proudly and proudly When announcing that they hoped to be supported, several Primarchs looked at each other and fell silent.

Fugen frowned slightly, and he urged everyone to express their opinions with his eyes.

"Okay! I support you!" Luo Jia was the first to express his opinion. This speaker-bearer, who was wearing a tattered robe with golden scriptures all over his body, stood up first, and Luo Jia raised his golden double The eagle scepter said excitedly: "I support you, my brother, let go and do it, I will always be your solid backing! Conquer Nottingham and destroy Kiliman!"

Sure enough, Luo Jia must support him unconditionally. Fukun smiled and nodded when he saw it. There is no doubt about this. Since Luo Jia supports him, then Angelang, who has the best relationship with Luo Jia, must also unconditionally support him.

Anglang listened to Luo Jia the most, and the two sides established an excellent friendship in the great rebellion.

By analogy, Ryan, who has the best relationship with Anglang, will definitely support himself!

This is three votes!

"These years, there are people who want to be regents?" This was Clarkson's reaction. The Dark Crow Guardian Gene Prima vomited, and then gave up and said: "I think Kiliman is doing a good job now, there is no need to replace it. He, after the Horus Rebellion, he led the reconstruction of the empire. After his father returned, he was also the first Primarch to be awakened, and he was appointed as the regent by his father. I think he is the most suitable."

"Yes, my father appointed Killiman as the imperial regent, but he didn't appointed him to be re-elected." Fukun retorted, "I mean he can do a term until his unyielding expedition is over. I also want him here. When all the things in this series are over, I will do it again, Clarkson, don’t do this, saying that my father has appointed Kiliman to be in office. At that time, we still have to listen to everyone’s opinions and follow Tyra’s Basic Law. Election, election, and deciding who will be the regent, right?"

Obviously Fogan is better at talking. Clarkson thought about it for a while and felt that Fogan was right, but he still shook his head and expressed his firm support for Killiman: "I still support Killiman."

Faugan was not surprised by Clarkson's attitude. He also knew that Clarkson and Killiman had a close relationship, so he turned his attention to the dark-faced Johnson and Vulcan.

"Hey~hehehe, I don’t care about this. It doesn’t matter who is the regent. I think it’s okay whether it is you or Giliman." Vulcan smiled politely. He scratched his head and raised his own. Weapon Dawn Messenger: "Brother, where is your armor? Let me help you recast and forge to strengthen it!"

"At the big tent, walk along this road and turn right and you will be there. There is a lizardman forge nearby. Father has already agreed with Lord Crocker. We can borrow it at any time." Fugen thought. Vulcan was indeed a nonchalant guy, so he pointed the way. With a polite smile on his face, Vulcan hurried away.

Very good, neutral one.

"Traitors are not qualified to speak." Zhuang Sen said coldly: "You smelly brother, I am not interested in discussing this with you."

"Traitor? Oh, yes, I did a lot of things wrong, and I feel ashamed of that and I am trying to atone for my sins." Fukun sneered: "I admit I am guilty, and I repent of it. If you don't believe me, ask. Father? It's as if you ask your father to forgive me for something indescribable and non-existent after you wake up?"

"...!" Zhuang Sen's eyes flashed killing intent, and he stretched out his hand to touch the giant sword behind him.

Between the sparks and flints, Clarkson stopped him: "Zhuang Sen! Don't let me remind you the second time!"

"Who do you support, Zhuang Sen?" Fogen faced Zhuang Sen's black face without fear: "Tell me, just give me an answer."

"I'm not interested in participating in the fight between you and Killiman. It doesn't matter to me whoever wants to be regent between you and Killiman." Zhuang Sen knew that the emperor still had a task for Fugen, and he let go of his grip. The hand holding the hilt: "Since you want to fight, then go fight."

Very good. Neutral is the second one. Fogen is very satisfied. He originally thought that Johnson might be on Gilliman's side. Now that Johnson chooses neutrality, it is another victory for Fogen.

However, this victory was expected. Fogen analyzed that Zhuang Sen was not interested in the regency at all. He was only interested in that position, and it was not surprising that he would remain neutral.

Fukun’s open-minded words made the atmosphere of the original chatting suddenly impossible. Vulcan went to the forge. Clarkson walked not far away and looked at the ruined stone pillars and murals. Luo Jia was very interested. They talked with the accompanying skink priests and asked about their beliefs about the gods and ancient sages, as well as the serpent **** Sotego’s belief requirements and taboos. As for Zhuang Sen, he found a tent to go in for meditation. Fukun was left alone on the ground.

Obviously, Luo Jia, Anglang, and Ryan will be my staunch supporters. According to this calculation, Don and Magnus will definitely support me. Fogen thought of it, because Dorn clearly opposed Killiman. Scriptures, and Magnus and Ruth have a deep hatred.

As for Kiliman’s staunch supporters, they should be Clarkson, Khan, Ruth, and possibly San Giles in the future. Ruth and Khan should undoubtedly be Kiliman’s supporters, and San Giles It's also great to have a personal relationship with Killiman.

The neutral ones are Zhuang Sen, Vulcan, and the possible future Petrabo and Motarian. Among them, Motarian can fight for it. This poor guy just wants a home! Give it to him!

Six to four, three abstentions, this will be my victory! Fukun analyzed it carefully, and finally smiled.

You wait, Killiman, I will prove that I am much better than you!

"Ding~Dang~" By the lizardman’s Old Sage forge, a black man was using his hammer to help Fugen recast and forge a new armor. His hammer was burning with the power of flames. It was the crimson fire of purgatory. On top of his violent hammering and the colored flames from the ancient sage, Fugen's original purple phoenix plate armor was gradually being recast.

Because Vulcan was about four meters high and his complexion was as dark as black jade, the movements he forged were extremely dynamic, and his shape was extremely oppressive. The soldiers of the Ash Legion who were attracted by his forging actions only dared to look from a distance. Don’t dare to come close. There was a lot of discussion about this **** man. Many people suspect that Vulcan is very likely to be a Kurgan, because only the Kurgan who is closest to the chaotic wasteland and undergoes chaotic mutation can have such a high. Although there was news that Vulcan was the brother of the Fulgan army commander, everyone expressed their disbelief. Until someone confirmed that Fulgan had called his brother to Vulcan, everyone was still talking about it must be a half-parent. Brothers.

In this way, everyone watched this **** man continue forging for two hours.

Everyone was a little frightened, but watching Vulcan inject the power of lava and flames into the plate armor, the ancient saint’s multicolored forging flame was tamed into a salamander spinning in the air under Vulcan’s hammer. , Everyone admired the black man’s forging craftsmanship again, but no matter how everyone shouted and pleaded, Vulcan turned a deaf ear to his own forging behavior, and his forehead soon burst into fine sweat. Zhu: "Disperse!"

"Boom!" The dawn messenger fell, and the flames rushed into the sky. All the onlookers were taken aback. They quickly dispersed. Everyone talked for a while, and finally gave up watching and left. There were only a few people who helped to blow the wind. Lizard.

Until a Bretonian knight approached slowly, he ignored the waves of fire and was not afraid of Vulcan's anger, and said in a tone of appreciation and approval: "Good craftsmanship."

"..." Vulcan concentrated on helping Fugen recast his armor.

"Sir, I'm talking to you." The expedition knight wore a gentleman's uniform made of simple canvas and linen. Long golden hair fell from the back of his head, and the hilt of the broad-edged sword on his back was as bright as new.

"..." Vulcan still ignored the incoming people, he suddenly slammed a hammer on Fugen's armor, and a dark red sun spewed directly into the air!

"Mr. Vulcan!" shouted, "Can you help me recast a new armor and sword? Mr. Vulcan?!"

Ten minutes later.

"Who is this person?" Vulcan finally stopped his movements. He looked at his results with satisfaction, the Salamander Legion Primarch raised his head and looked at the Bretonian knight in front of him.

"I'm Julius Kumani Aintri de Winford, do you remember me? We met!" Julius raised his head and said loudly to Vulcan: "Lynda When we got married, I was Su Liya’s brother! Remember?"

"Oh! I remember, you are Ryan's eldest brother!" Vulcan was stunned for a moment, he patted his head, and finally remembered, Uncle Hei immediately showed a standard polite smile: "Uncle, How are you doing recently? What's the matter?"

"I ask you, can you help me recast my plate armor and big sword?" Julius said with a little arrogance in his voice, but said politely: "I think your craftsmanship is very good. Can you do me a favor? I can provide raw materials and pay you!"

"Of course! Ryan's eldest brother, the salamander is for you!" Since it is Ryan’s eldest brother, Vulcan naturally has nothing to say. He immediately signaled the lizard to re-fire and reignite the forge: "Take the armor. Come, give me the sword and tell me, how do you want to recast?"

Upon seeing this, Julius immediately untied the two-handed wide-edged sword behind him, and sent it along with the armor. He also sent a lot of meteorite and mithril raw materials. He said his request, and Vulcan was naturally full of words. He agreed, and finally, Julius asked, "How much is it, Mr. Vulcan?"

"Hehe~hehehe, no money, it's okay, this time it's free service." Vulcan smiled slyly, looking harmless to humans and animals, full of affection: "Everyone is relatives, it's sad to talk about money."

But Julius insisted on giving: "No, the lady taught me not to do this. Then, I will give you a hundred gold crowns made by our Ash Legion itself! This is all my savings."

"... Then give me eighteen." Vulcan took the small bag, ordered eighteen, and gave the rest to Julius. He put Julius' armor and greatsword again. On the anvil: "Okay, start work~"

"Ding~dang~"

A few days later, the emperor emerged from the Great Pyramid in Itaza.

"Fukun!"

"Father?"

"The Sunfire Amulet is within the Maelstrom of the Burial Ship Cemetery, but my power will disintegrate the entire Maelstrom, so that we can never find where the Sunfire Amulet is." The emperor said to Fukun: " Therefore, the task of retrieving the Sunfire Amulet is handed over to you. Let the dwarves help you build a naval fleet to destroy the undead in the graveyard of the burial ship, and get that thing back. You know how to do it, I I have already designed new blueprints for you and your army. At the same time, I have brought an extra 30 emperor gene seeds this time, and make good use of it and the old sage’s big hatching pool!"

"Yes!"