Warhammer Throne

Oster collar, near the Central Mountains.

A large group of refugees from Oster are on their way. There are about a few hundred of them, pushing a trolley, carrying some food and property on their shoulders and hands, and they are on the way of fleeing.

The Oster collar was ruined, and the damned barbarians rushed over. They easily passed Kislov and easily broke the Oster collar’s ​​defense. If it hadn’t been for Olengrad to hold on for enough time, O. The people of Stirling will suffer even more suffering and suffering.

Since the invasion of Chaos, nearly half of the Oster leader’s population has been evacuated to all parts of the empire. The remaining half of the people either decided to stay behind or had no time to evacuate. They encountered Motkin’s ruthless order, that is, massacre, except Apart from the necessary sacrifices, the Chaos Army did not leave any prisoners.

Terror and tribulation tortured the Oster leaders who had guarded the empire for three thousand years in the northern frontiers, but they refused to give up. When the mountains and rivers were shattered and life was destroyed, the last Oster leaders, battle priests, military nobles, infantry regiments, The militia gathered in Wolfenburg, preparing for the final resistance.

A terrible rumor spread among the Oster Lords. It was from the Chaos Army. The Chaos Eternal God chose Dark Iron Motkin to complain to all the Oster Lords, Baron Wolfen Oleg-von. -Zhukov's atrocities against his hometown are not a purposeless massacre, nor is it a game of evil gods.

This is revenge, this is revenge, this is a response to what Oleg has done!

This is all on their own account!

And humans are not a kind of tenacious and determined race, at least they are not as good as dwarves. The crazy spread of rumors made many people realize that Oleg’s great Norsca expedition had brought about For a while, everyone blamed Oleg for his bold actions.

He was once a hero of the empire and a great man respected by thousands of people. His actions were praised for his actions such as those who went deep into the Norsca inland when Charlemagne was founded and strangled the barbarians who did not want to obey his rule and the Norsca who believed in chaos. , He was once hailed as the "Conqueror of Norsca" by the empires.

But now, Oleg has become a national sinner. Everyone blames him, blames him, and hates him. From everyone loving Oleg to everyone scolding Oleg, it only takes a few days.

His leaders selectively forgot the glory of the Norsca Expedition and the praise of the previous two years. They complained that Oleg had done too much and attracted the attention of Chaos. They complained about Oleg. To prevent the northerners from coming to power, they cursed Oleg for being punished by the dark gods but dragged down all the people.

This is human beings, such a complex race, it is instinct to shirk responsibility, it is human nature, good and evil are so obvious and so changeable in this race.

However, the Auster leaders still decided to resist. This is a helpless move. This is also the experience gained from fighting the northern barbarians for three thousand years. That is, there is no reason and logic to speak with Chaos. Their only hope is resistance. Wait until reinforcements arrive.

The group seemed silent, and there was still speechless grief and anger. The refugees took their families and left their homes and fled. Their destination was Wolfenburg. Many refugees looked at the seven or eight at the front of the group. The bull knights and the twenty or thirty knights behind them and a small number of infantrymen have complex expressions.

It was these people who brought the chaos, but now the refugees have to hope that they can protect themselves. Oster is now full of chaotic raiding troops.

These people are the only remaining elite troops of the Auster leader today-the Bull Knights. The bull knights are the pride of the Auster leader, and they are also the most effective and trustworthy fighters of the Elector's family guards and all leaders. We, many of them survived several battles. Now only these knights dare to leave Wolfenburg and go to the Chaos-occupied area outside, gather the lost soldiers and rescue the lost refugees and lead them back. Wolfenburg.

Outside is an occupied area with unknown chaos conditions. No one knows how many chaos troops are currently active in Oster, and all news from the outside world has been cut off. Even the wizard’s spells cannot contact the outside world, and the homing pigeons have also been arrested. Wolfenburg knows nothing about the situation outside, and investigation of the outside world is very important. Wolfenburg is eager to obtain more information. Where are the reinforcements? How is the Chaos Army going? Are there any castles and villages resisting?

So Oleg, Baron Wolfen, led a new squad composed of some bull riders and a team of lightly armed forest archers, dedicated to the investigation outside Wolfenburg.

This unit is called the "Investigation Corps."

Baron Wolfen, Conqueror of Norsca, Archduke Auster, and the first heir to the throne of Elector Oleg von Zhukov are riding on his horse, behind him His lieutenant, Bull Knight Commander Gordon, stood side by side at the grasslands and forests near the Central Mountains. Oleg's strong and wild face was a little sad.

He did not defend the Von-Zhukov castle, his mother Ivana died in the breakout, and his leaders were killed in countless battles.

The blood of the Oster leader was drained in this invasion.

But Oleg didn't regret it. He never regretted the massacre and plunder of the Norskars. He never regretted burning Motkin's hometown, Dragon Castle, to ashes.

This is what the lowly barbarians in the north deserve.

These wild dogs are immortal, and the empire will never usher in true peace. This is what his mentor taught Oleg to eliminate evil.

"This should be the last batch." Looking at the refugees who were migrating, Oleg said to his deputy Gordon: "Did you see clearly? How many lads are ready to fight against the barbarians in the team? ?"

"If you count all the farmers, grooms, craftsmen apprentices, or other workers and small vendors, there are probably eighty to ninety people." Gordon is a strong bull rider with his bald head in the sun. Reflecting below, the knight commander shook his head towards Oleg: "It's too weak. It takes at least one or two months of training."

"We can train and instruct new recruits directly on the battlefield." Oleg von Zhukov said. Baron Wolfen didn't care: "Dying on the battlefield is better than dying in the chaos army. Be stronger in pursuit and hitting."

"Most people are too old or too young." Gordon continued to shook his head: "You know, my baron, Osterling has become a hellish country now, there is no one, all men of the right age They have been recruited and gathered by us. These people cannot change the overall situation, at least not among these refugees."

"You have a problem, Gordon." Oleg's eyes suddenly became cold and ferocious, like a hungry wolf: "You have opinions on me, you blame me, you think I should not launch the Norsca Expedition, This finally led to this invasion, right?"

"I didn't, my baron..."

"No! You have!" Oleg's voice was filled with great anger, and Baron Wolfen pulled the rein in his hand: "You are complaining, Gordon, you can't lie to me, you also have opinions on me. Really? You think I'm not doing it right, too?"

"I didn't!" Knight Commander Gordon also replied loudly: "My Baron, I never thought your Norsca expedition was wrong. I always thought you were the hero of the empire, and it was our Oster. Human pride, but..."

"But..." Oleg glared at the Bull Knights who were holding two-handed swords.

"But have you ever considered the barbarian counterattack?" Gordon also looked directly at Oleg: "It is not your fault, it is the fault of all of us. We have been immersed in glory and glory for too long. When we thought that the barbarians had no resistance, Charlemagne was up there. He was right. Victory is always short. Darkness will always come back, but the empire is not mentally prepared. Oster is not. You and us, both No!"

Oleg was silent, and Baron Wolfen looked at the bull riders. They were all survivors of the battle to defend the von Zhukov castle.

I am not a good wolf.

So the young Baron Wolfen thought.

I was intoxicated by the victory, I let arrogance and complacency swallow my heart, it was my mistakes that made my people suffer.

Sorry, mentor...

"We are all wrong, I admit, but now is not the time to care about this." Oleg admitted his mistake frankly, but his violent and aggressive gaze has not changed: "We must send these people immediately Entering Wolfenburg, according to previous news, the Chaos Army is very likely to attack Wolfenburg, and Mottkin’s target is me."

"Yes, my baron." Gordon didn't get entangled either. Both sides knew the urgency of the situation.

At this moment, the two horses who were walking in the front suddenly began to struggle and neigh violently, especially Oleg’s beloved half-blood elf warhorse. This warhorse was a result of his great energy and financial resources. The few interpersonal relationships were only “imported” from the royal court of the King of Breton. When seeing the half-blood elf warhorse in a wrong state, Oleg immediately used his special abilities. He sucked his nose deeply and his face changed drastically: "This The smell of chaos! The enemy is coming!"

"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"

"Ready to fight!!!"

The roar of the bull riders panicked the refugees. The Oster leaders fled in panic and panic. Oleg looked around and did not find the enemy. He immediately ordered: "Tony, take yours. Squad, quickly retreat towards Wolfenburg!"

"Yes!" An imperial platoon leader led a dozen infantrymen to command the refugees: "Everyone, come here!"

While Oleg was still judging, a ball of flame rose into the sky from a distance! It flew above the sky like a meteor, and then fell heavily towards where everyone was!

"Disperse!" Baron Wolfen shouted, and the fireball dropped from the air. Despite the prior order, a forest archer was hit by the falling flames and melted into a ball of burning coke on the spot.

"Chaos rider!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Weareunderattack!"

Oleg raised the sword of Ivan the Terrible in his hand, and shouted at the bull knights: "All the knights come up to me, the archers line up, hurry up!!!"

As soon as Baron Wolfen’s voice fell, in the distant Black Forest, a Chaos Warlock led twenty or thirty Chaos Knights and hundreds of Barbarian Predator riders came at an extremely fast speed!

The leading Chaos Warlock is named Manning Goode-Cockroach Bully! This is a Chaos Warlock that has been severely mutated. Two cockroach-like tentacles have grown on his head, and a huge sarcoma grows behind him, full of hot, corrosive bile! The fireball that ascended to heaven just now was launched from his back!

"There are not many bull riders, only seven or eight!" The cockroach bully was very excited: "We have more than two hundred people, so why don't you dare to change with them?"

"Here is Mandinggood, the stubborn guy! Go ahead! For the chaos!"

"For Chaos!"

More than two hundred cavalrymen rolled towards Oleg and others.

Oleg was not to be outdone here, eight bull knights and twenty or thirty knights charged at full speed amid fierce roars and roars.

A few seconds later, the cavalry from both sides slammed into each other directly at the foot of the mountain.