Warhammer Throne

In the north of the old world, northeast of the kingdom of ice and snow, Kiesloff, 2514 of the empire calendar, 999 of the Kiesloff calendar, in late September, the most important fortress of the high mountain pass, Vosglade.

The Alpine Pass is the most important defense against the northern barbarians and the Kurgan tribe on the other side of the Roof of the World from invading the fortress in the Old World, because this pass is one of the few roads that can pass through the Roof of the World relatively smoothly, on the opposite side of the Roof of the World. It is the Kurgan Steppe, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles, where tens of thousands of Kurgan nomads haunt, ready to invade the southern civilized world, and Mrs. Kiesler also migrated from the high mountain pass. Old world.

However, since the Empress Katalyn came to the throne, no Kurgans have attacked the mountain pass from the east. Only the barbarians of Norska and the Chaos Wastes to the north have moved south from time to time. Therefore, the defenders of the Vosgrad Fortress came from The scale of 3,000 was reduced slightly to ensure that only about 2,000 defenders would be able to support Prager's reinforcements to arrive in time.

This year is a bumper harvest. The joy of the harvest is certainly pleasant, but it is a matter of Kislov, especially a small part of the territory south of the Linsk River, and has nothing to do with the people north of the Linsk River. On the contrary, after September, the north of Kislov has lost a trace of warmth and is covered with ice and snow again.

The army stationed here is very hard. They not only have to face the severe cold, they have to face loneliness, they have to face the chaos raiders and barbarian warriors who go south from time to time, and they have to face many terrible demon creatures and even unclean filth. , And also have to face the whispers of chaos and the erosion of corruption.

Many soldiers’ bodies have mutated during the long-term garrison. Some of them have grown extra fingers, some have huge skulls, some have split tongues, some have grown scales and fur, and some have hair. Fluorescence appears, and even the most severe ones will grow extra limbs and extra eyes and heads. If the slight degree of mutation does not affect service, these defenders will voluntarily rush to the forefront in search of glorious death and liberation when encountering battles. If there is a serious mutation, the officer will immediately execute the mutation.

Is it bitter? Yes, it's bitter.

It's sad, isn't it? Yes, it is also very sad.

But Mrs. Kesler is proud. They are the heirs of the bear god. The Czar's people are willing to sacrifice everything for defending the kingdom, just to survive the destruction of chaos.

Few defenders can live beyond the age of thirty-five, and most defenders have no possibility of any class rise. A sergeant may be their biggest goal in life, and Kislov can't come up with more. These soldiers have been given military pay or special treatment, but they have no regrets.

Everything is to survive in this dark world.

When it was night, the wind and snow roared outside, and the inside of the fortress was extremely cold. All the Kislov defenders, who were not on duty, hid in the room inside the fortress to be warmed by fire. The floor and walls made of huge stones were as cold as ice, soldiers. Everyone didn't have a coat to wear. All the cotton coats and animal skin cloaks that could keep out the cold were handed over to the guards on duty. Most of the remaining soldiers wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts, shivering in the dark.

Even if the conditions are so difficult, rationing is very difficult. Normally, a castle defender needs at least two and a half catties of brown bread a day, or about 1250 grams of brown bread, to be full, but in fact Vosgrad The garrison can only supply about 600-700 grams of black bread a day and a bottle of vodka spirits a month, and lacks fresh vegetables and salt. Only the nearby Ugol nomads occasionally provide a small amount of meat, eggs and milk.

The army along the northern route has accumulated arrears of wages for more than six months. Most of the people can only receive half of the army salary on time. Finally, this month has a bumper harvest. The national finances have become a little looser. Many soldiers are counting on it. Full payment will be made this month!

"Artem!" A few soldiers had just been off duty when a young soldier was stopped. His face was covered with wind and snow, his face was stiff with cold, his lips were trembling with cold, and his ears also had frostbite. , Hearing someone calling him, he managed to squeeze a smile: "Sergey Sha, what's the matter?"

His friend, Corporal Sergei, who was also a spearman, strode forward. He took something in his hand and stuffed it into Artem’s hand: "To congratulate our motherland for the Millennium Celebration, the Czar Kata Your Majesty Lynn sent us supplies! To celebrate the upcoming millennium celebration, Artem, this is yours!"

"Oh oh oh! Great! There is vodka!" The young spearman hurriedly glanced at the delivered thing, and exclaimed in excitement. The hard work seemed to be wiped out.

There are very few things, a bottle of vodka, two pieces of black bread, and a small piece of bacon that has been obviously cut in half. This is the gift of the Millennium Celebration given by Queen Czar Katalyn.

The next thing is very simple. Get a large piece of snow from outside the house, light a firewood, boil the snow water in an iron pan, and filter out the impurities. A few low-value soldiers sat together, and they took the bacon in their hands. By the way, put the brown bread into the boiling water, and start preparing for dinner.

Everyone was trembling with cold, wrapped themselves in blankets and quilts. The wind and snow outside the house seemed to be endless. After the bacon was thrown into the big iron pan and boiled for a long time, the meat finally melted, and the pan also appeared. After a little bit of oil, a few soldiers carefully sprinkled a little bit of salt with a small wooden spoon, and they were ready to eat today's dinner with hot water.

"Поехали!"

"Поехали!"

Several soldiers picked up the vodka and said it was a bottle of vodka. It was actually filled in a small square glass bottle. One bottle was only 150 milliliters. They carefully poured half of the vodka out, and then prayed together, thank you The bear **** Herson and the female czar Katalyn gave them precious vodka, cheers, no one would drink this bottle of vodka in one breath.

For the defenders on the northern border, vodka is hard currency.

There is not much. For soldiers like wolves and tigers, a meal of only half a catty of black bread is really not enough. The Letanian army is equipped with a lot of meat, agricultural by-products and ale. For northern guards like Artem, they can only rely on black bread to feed their stomachs.

By the way, if a holy grail knight only eats black bread, he should eat at least five catties a day. It is normal to eat seven or eight catties, and there are many people who can eat ten catties.

After eating a meal, everyone was not full, but there was nothing else to do. Artem sighed. When is this kind of day a head?

Young soldiers are not unwilling, because to defend their homes and nations, people are always required to sacrifice. This is the call of mission and glory, but at least the salary and food must be guaranteed. The defenders here have been around for nearly a year. They are half-starved and half-satisfied, and the military pay has not been paid in full, and their lives are a problem.

It was useless to think so much. Artem took off his coat, got into the cold bed, and soon fell asleep. The defenders are in two shifts, and they will be training and on duty tomorrow.

However, shortly after this Mr. Artem entered his dream, in the taiga around the fortress of Vosglade.

A huge chaos army has gradually approached this fortress.

Leading this chaos army is the champion of Nurgle God's Choice, the high-ranking witch doctor of the sanctuary, Epidemic Doctor Festus.

Few people remember that Festus used to be a surgeon with excellent medical skills and a compassionate mind. He once established many asylums in various places in Nord. He is good at using curative ointments, and he has cured hundreds of patients every year.

Under the guidance of Dr. Festus, Nord was able to overcome numerous outbreaks of plagues: malaria, blackfoot and even the extremely harmful smallpox.

The long-cherished wish of this doctor all his life was to cure all diseases, to let the sick leave the mortal world, so that mortals would no longer be troubled by illnesses.

However, Festus' efforts attracted the attention of Nurgle, and his loving father admired the useless efforts of mortals and spilled the plague soup in his pot on the mortal world.

A fever that is approaching the end of the day is raging everywhere in Nord, and no effort can stop the spread of this new and highly contagious disease. He shut himself in his research room and worked around the clock to create a cure. After After countless sleepless nights, Festus was still helpless.

Those patients who were quarantined by the plague faced death, but he had no way. When the last group of patients died in pain, the doctor couldn't help kneeling on his knees and crying for help.

Suddenly, these corpses with their jaws loose in the research room turned their heads and looked at Festus one by one, and Nurgle's faint voice came from these dry throats, as if saying that he could give Festus no It was just this kind of fever, but the knowledge to cure all diseases in the world in exchange for his lifelong service. In despair, Festus agreed.

Since then, the compassionate doctor has disappeared, leaving behind the witch doctor Nurgle who has obtained endless knowledge of the plague. Only a huge and filthy knowledge of countless diseases and endless desire for plague experiments are left in his life.

Now that he is back, he will bring the plague of Nurgle to the world and share the blessings of the benevolent father with all mortals.

At 3:45 in the morning, the huge army led by Festus had already approached the fortress of Vosglade.

The tide of chaos's destruction is approaching Kislov.

It was the early morning of Sunday, and the churches in Kislov were just preparing to hold worship services and millennium celebrations.

The organ band gathers, and the commoners will sing together in their performances to celebrate the harvest.

The Klimt guards of Kislov went to the Ice Palace as usual.

Residents of Prager are heading to the Linsk River to fetch water.

The Olengrad Wharf is still busy.

At 4:30 in the morning, the sun rose from the mountain range on the roof of the world in the east.

An army of Chaos with more than 60,000 people has arrived at the outskirts of the fortress of Vosglade.

Fifteen minutes later, the cannons of the Chaos Army were loaded, dozens of Chaos Dwarf Demon Cannons, Chaos Dwarf Lava Cannons, and Chaos Hell Cannons all fired.

Demon flames and cannonballs rained down from the sky and landed everywhere in the fortress, melting the unprepared defenders and the seemingly strong walls into slag.

With the alarm ringing throughout the fortress of Vosglade.

The Great Patriotic War has begun!