Warhammer Throne

The high-precision inner city has now all the elite troops deployed to the Great Wall and the outer city wall to garrison. The inner city is now sparsely populated, and most of the high-precision nobles are busy enjoying or participating in the recent series of palace changes. Few people noticed Ryan and Faugan entering the inner city.

Moreover, Ryan and Fogen also got the Inner City Pass issued by the Tai Brothers. This pass could have helped the two Primarchs to easily pass through the great city wall, but their weapons were to be confiscated. Now Ryan directly transmits them in, and the weapons are still worn On their bodies, they found a deserted courtyard, looked at the weeds growing in it, and sat in the collapsed courtyard, waiting for the night of witchcraft to come.

"This trip to Osuan is really unpleasant." Fogen enjoyed the fresh and salty taste in the air that he had never smelled before. The inner city was the best place in Lothern. He looked at the distance Maelstrom: "Can you imagine? Ryan, this group of high elves can actually invent a Maelstrom to deal with Chaos, while those of the Spirit Race can only turn their homes into the eyes of fear."

"If we fail, this planet will become the second eye of fear." Ryan stood up and observed the constantly surging Maelstrom: "And I think I must correct your statement. The Maelstrom is not The invention of the high elves is that the instruments and magic circuits left by the ancient sage were used by the high elves when they were desperate."

"Something like a network?" Fukun became interested.

"Almost." Ryan raised his head: "The power of the ancient spells is weakening. The souls of the ancient wizards are already tired. Something seems to have happened. Just far away in the magic network, something has begun to disintegrate. The world is again. A new round of transformation has begun. In recent centuries, the flow of dark forces has become more and more powerful. In the chaos world that transcends the real world, something must have happened, and the power of chaos will once again come to this world. ."

"Lord Crocker mentioned to me that even if the eldest sons of Old Sage worked hard, the failure of the Great Guardian was inevitable. It was too late for the father to resurrect it. It was too late to make a little bit of preparation. The moment of Yan is coming." Fugen nodded: "Old Sage's network has long been broken and slowly disintegrated. No one knows how to repair it."

"Wait, when the night of witchcraft comes, the power of the Maelstrom will gradually weaken, and the Chaos Demon will emerge." Ryan whispered: "At that time, the army will be transferred. We need to wait for an opportunity, flames. There are one or two thousand Phoenix guards on the island, and Kadroin, the captain of the Phoenix Guard Flame Guard appointed by Asu Yan, will determine for himself whether he needs to support Osuan."

"We have to wait for the Phoenix Guard... well, we have to wait for the sharp-eared guards who believe in Asu Yan to attack, and then take the opportunity to sneak into the Phoenix Pyramid on Blaze Island?" Fogen immediately understood what Ryan meant: "Wait for the Chaos Demon Collective Coming?"

"No, not enough, Lothern’s defense is not something that Chaos Demon can break through." Ryan continued with a smile: "We must work together inside and out. Lilith will help us create fog near Flaming Island. Then Olica has contacted Lothern. The dark elves secretly piled up, they will do things here when the time comes, so that the Phoenix guards should attack."

"Do you really trust that dark elf maid?" Fugen asked with interest: "I always feel that there is a dangerous power in her."

"Didn't you also accept a wood elf maid?" Ryan murmured.

"That's what I want to figure out about the body structure of the elves, as well as the history of the elves in this world." Fukun shrugged, and the emperor's son Primarch easily said: "That's a fool, a very simple woman, With a little bit of skill, she told me everything, the resurrection of the earliest elven gods, the battle between Kane and Kunos for Isha’s paradise, the secret of wild hunting by the hunting god, and the wood elves. She has said all of her secrets and ancient history, and the only thing she wants is to be cared for...and to be with her at night. Even the secrets of the blood of the gods on her body are also in my grasp."

"Do you need me to tell you?" Fogen picked up the wine.

Ryan was silent, and he suddenly realized that he didn't know Faugan very well.

After his perfect appearance, elegant posture, rich knowledge, and powerful martial arts, there are other things hidden.

It is a certain kind of stubbornness, arrogance that is not inferior to high-precision, self-interest, and venomousness.

Different from Killiman’s kindness, hope and frankness, and also different from Anglang’s enthusiasm, sensibility and simplicity, Faugan makes Ryan feel very complicated, and it is precisely for this reason that Ryan and Fogen are not so close. Okay, both sides respect it, but unlike Anglang, you can talk casually.

If you think about it carefully, Fukun was also burdened with crimes during the Great Rebellion. Perhaps because of this reason, even the emperor didn’t think about how to arrange this Primarch who had committed many major crimes, so he temporarily placed him in this world.

"Anyway, let's wait first."

"Well, come, have a drink."

…………I am the dividing line for a drink…………

Gradually, the sky gradually turned into night.

The storm enveloped the entire sky, it blew up trees, knocked down houses, and the sea around Osuan raised turbulent waves. The huge gust of wind drove the ruthless black thundercloud. The savage rain poured down, as if to drown the world.

The terrible chaotic witchcraft energy is tumbling and dispersing in the sky. The maelstrom is constantly trembling and distorting under the power of chaos. The wind of chaos forms the faces of distorted demons in the sky, and the sky becomes colorful. In the light and shadow, something began to appear on the land of Osu'an.

Just in the Kingdom of Nayris, bursts of disgusting green color dispersed from the void, and the swarms of Nurgle spirits danced in the air happily, praising the love of a loving father.

"Some sewage, some more rot~"

"Come on to rot, old grandfather will show you~"

The green miasma of the plague is scattered throughout the ruined and desolate kingdom of Eris. Many towns, fortresses and fortresses are now empty. When the wind of chaos blows across this land, a big demon of Nurshield first Appeared from the mortal world.

It has a height of seven meters, and its whole body is like a green corrupt balloon. Its ulcerated and pus-filled body is heavy and disgusting. He is holding a huge sword in his hand, which has long been corroded by the plague of Nurgle. There were several large holes, but this did not affect its power. On the contrary, the powerful plague made it even more terrifying. Its fat face with three jaws was covered with ulcers and strange fangs. Of course, its belly was broken. The greasy intestines were exposed, and it shrugged in pain, and then let its body relax: "More eyes, more spleen, more despair, more pain, and more sadness, praise the scumbag. Love, praise the gift of a loving father!"

The eldest demon under the seat of Nurgle, Lymbs led his own plague legion to appear!

The land rots, the houses melt, and the dying forests and grasses tell the suffering of the Chaos Demon. Nurgle's band played a sad and playful tune in this bantering war, and a scene of carnival full of corruption appeared in the fog.

A group of naughty spirits, who were caring about and diarrhea, rushed out of the fog first. They hurriedly rolled over each other in search of fresh flesh and blood. Amidst the ringing of the flute and the bell, the lazy figure buzzed overhead. The giant horned beast followed closely, and groups of large flies buzzed and flew around among the group of monsters. After a while, the stench wafted out.

The man in charge of garrisoning Tal-Iris is a distant relative appointed by Athalion the Cruel, named Allen, who is the chief guard of Tal-Iris.

The city has not been able to regain its former glory for many years. Although the walls of Tal-Iris are still standing, after Aisalion took away the main force, the remaining militias cannot even stand. The wall was full, and the only hope for the defenders was to hold on for enough time until Lothern's reinforcements arrived—although it was not easy, this was Allen's only hope.

Dozens of eagle-claw crossbow guns lined up neatly on the city wall, filled with sharp crossbow bolts enough to tear everything apart, and hundreds of archers have tightened their bowstrings.

A dense rain of arrows and crossbow arrows flew into the air, directly attacking the stinking enemy under the dark night sky. The demons were blown into pieces, and the limbs of the chaotic servants were pierced by arrows and torn into pieces by the crossbow arrows. , And then turned into black mud in the process of flying down, and the rotting mist of green slime enveloped the entire city.

Azul will never surrender!

The elves showed their art of war to their heart's content, as if the ancient blood had been awakened.

The demons of Nurgle were advancing quickly, and the disgusting demons, rotten riders and chaos warriors appeared in groups, the sky turned yellow-green, and the entire night sky was enveloped by corrupted green miasma.

Lymbs led a large group of terrifying Nurgle God-chosen warriors through the road full of mud, pus, and heavy rain. Great Demon Nurgle was laughing wildly, and he ordered the army to move forward, just like this against the elves. The arrow rain and crossbow arrows, many Nurgle demons and Chaos warriors were pierced by the eagle claw crossbow arrows, but they would not stop. The elven archers soon discovered that the huge festering winged bee was carrying each of them. The dirt demons rushed toward the archers on the city wall, and the archers who were hit instantly broke into two parts, and even if they missed the hit, the rotten pus and the yellow-green nurst fog they dropped made the elves guard. The soldiers were in pain.

However, this was far from the effect expected by the Great Demon of Nurgle. Not only did Lymbs growl angrily saying that this group of trash underneath is really not working well, it immediately noticed the towering walls of Tal-Iris City. And the magical barrier formed by the wizard wizard, the guide stone and the magic circle hindered the gifts and gifts of the benevolent father. This made Lymbs could not help picking up a maggot thicker than a human finger from his neck and plugging it into the mouth. Ordering the Nurgle Legion to continue the offensive, while observing the defense of the entire city.

Tal-Iris is built on the hillside, sitting on the hill and looking at the sea, with a natural inner harbor, and the city is very strong.

Sure enough, an entire plague army of hundreds of demons that rushed up just arrived under the wall and declared defeat. They didn't even have time to get on the wall. Nurgle demons were constantly pierced by the spears of the defending army, and their bows and arrows fell like raindrops. There were still a few cavalrymen on the wide city wall. They faced the bee colony that was harassing the defenders. The original large number of festering wing bees lost a lot of money, and they were forced to withdraw from the battlefield after losing more than half of them.

"No, this way, no, we must let the defenders take the initiative and go to war." Lymbs waved angrily. It didn't want to use the gift of the father of the disease, but now it seems to have to use it.

Lymbs asked the Nurgle warriors to chop some wood from nearby to build a huge pyre, and then it took out a clay pot full of disease, which stored the soup carefully made by Nurg.

"One day, three meals, no worries, today, just eat, father, secret, small hamburger~"

"Affordable, but also full~"

"Nurgling!" A handful of nurgling was stuffed into a small clay pot by the bath.

"Poison ivy moss!" A yellow-green poison moss growing out of the ground.

"Festering honey!" The sticky, foul-smelling honey produced by the festering bee.

"Everyone calls me, gourmet!"

"Now, let me..." Lymbs let out a crazy laugh.

Until a shining arrow of the moon crossed the entire battlefield in the distance, a white light hit the clay pot in the hands of Linbas after a dozen or so demons of filth, and the clay pot filled with filthy things exploded in an instant. Must be crushed and sent into the void.

"Get out, devil, get out of the holy Osuan, get out with your filth."

The moonlight was bright, and a legendary hero appeared in the storm and light. Behind him appeared a large row of shadow warriors with bowstrings and face towels wrapped in their faces. The hero was tall and handsome. But it was extremely gloomy, his eyes were like two bright gems, and the expression on his face was only left with explicit hatred and disgust. He put away the big bow that exuded the brilliance of the moon in his hand, and drew out his own. Rune Sword: "I recognize you, you have failed here once, now, I will let you fail a second time."

"Your soul will become the most beautiful flower in the garden!" Lymbs was so furious that he drew up the sword on the ground and started a new battle.

In this night of witchcraft, demon legions appeared in many kingdoms in Osu'an, and the only thing the high elves could do was to fight endlessly.

At the same time, Lothern, as the capital of the high elves, did not receive a strong attack, only a few scattered demons appeared and were soon expelled.

At present, the old guards and the Musilon cold stream guards are commanded by Sulia. This elite human army was not arranged by the high elves to enter the battle sequence, but as a reserve team. According to the news, Yitai Chaos Demon Legions appeared on the east bank of the Kingdom of En, the Kingdom of Safri, and the Kingdom of Elion.

Within Lothern, armies were mobilized urgently, and the old guards were also given special permission to be stationed in the Belmond Hotel, waiting for news, although many people did not know where the Knight King had gone.

In the inner city, the mobilization of the army became more frequent, allowing Ryan and Fogan to see an opportunity. They managed to get a small boat from the pier in the inner city, and then headed towards Flaming Island.

Carrying the hope of San Gilles' resurrection, he was drowned in the mist created by Lilith for them.