Warhammer Throne

The bull riders have always been representatives of bravery and fearlessness, and the pride of the Oster leaders. During the Norsca Expedition, this group of bull riders followed Oleg von Zhukov to go deep into Norsca. Inland, won countless glory, but also saved a large number of lives. Many Norskans have never left the inland in their entire lives, nor have they participated in any plundering of the south, but Oleg is against the Norskans. His hatred broke through the sky. After all, there have been countless invasions and counter-invasions in the past three thousand years. The **** feud between the Osters and the northern barbarians can only be ended by bloodshed.

It can only be said that this is not a world suitable for the Virgin, the chaos side and the order side are destined to be immortal.

Because of this, the Bull Riders are also Mortkin's must-kill targets. Any chaos warrior who hunts the Bull Riders can be promoted by the Eternal God, so in order to be promoted, many people are willing to take risks.

Manning Goode-Cockroach Bully, the Chaos Warlock is one of them.

This Chaos Warlock came from the wasteland of the North. He was not a man of choice, but he had reached this stage by relying on countless frustrations, and became a Chaos Warlock.

However, everything about this Chaos Warlock is shrouded in the fog. The information of Manning Goode-Cockroach Bully is unknown until now. Everyone only knows that this Chaos Warlock does not like to use giant beasts and light infantry units. He didn't like the light cavalry assault tactics used by the barbarians to plunder. He only liked to use heavy cavalry and heavy infantry to fight, and he was very experienced in the use of heavy cavalry and heavy infantry.

After hearing Mottkin's call, Manning Goode came to join his team.

As for who this Chaos Warlock believes in, it is also an unsolved mystery.

If he believes in torture, he is indeed a reckless man. Once a war starts, he always likes to use the heavy cavalry force tactics in front of him. However, the torturist believers have absolute contempt for spells. There is no warlock among the torturer believers.

It is said that he believes in trickery. This person does claim to be a wise man, but in fact, this Chaos Warlock is actually too rigid in his tactics and often ignores specific circumstances. The tactics of forcibly using heavy cavalry and heavy infantry to charge are often ridiculed as mentally retarded. This is really not the case. What the treacherous believers do.

Say that he believes in Nurgle. The hot and corrosive bile in the big sarcoma behind him is indeed like Nurgle's creation, but this man is also a fan of nurgle. How to fight.

Finally, this Chaos Warlock is also quite accomplished in the field of art. He particularly likes to dance. As a dancer of the soul, whenever he dances, the people around him will be deeply involved in it and unable to extricate himself, and he is hailed as a cockroach. A dancer, a giggle, but this guy's eyesight is very poor. He often can't even see what is in front of him. In many cases, he commands the army like a blind man. This is not the style of a wicked believer.

Oleg von Zhukov fought against the cockroach bully. He knew that the most threatening enemy was the initial wave of Chaos Knights’ charge and the subsequent advancement of heavy infantry. But today, the opponent has no heavy infantry to follow. Come on, this is much easier.

"Bull Knight! Go ahead!" Oleg shouted and ordered, he personally charged forward, and Baron Wolfen pulled out the fire gun from behind him: "Aim at Chaos Knight's mount! Shoot!"

"Shoot!" The eight bull knights and more than twenty defenders took out their short-handed guns. They randomly fired at the chaos knights on the opposite side, and the white smoke rose into the sky, rushing to the chaos knight in front. They sacked, and the remaining cavalry drew their weapons and prepared for close combat.

At the moment of the collision of steel, the two-handed swords of the Bull Knights slashed away the armors of the Chaos Knights and the Barbarian Heavy Predator Riders, and the axes of the Chaos Knights easily slashed the plate armor and shields apart. The collision armor shattered, blood gushing, and more than a dozen riders on both sides fell.

Oleg von Zhukov is brave. This Baron Wolfen’s battle is easily reminiscent of a wolf. He is as strong and cunning as a wolf. The sword of Ivan the Terrible constantly There is endless frost power, which is enough to make a normal ordinary person freeze into an ice sculpture in five minutes, but Oleg von Zhukov uses this sword freely. The chill coming from the blade not only won't make Oleg feel cold, but also has a kind of warmth like hometown.

He recalled the words of his mentor.

"After the trial of Moka, you are already one of my heirs. I will take you to the circle of the giant wolf in the Longfang Fortress to introduce our history to you. Relax and remember to prepare a few jokes. Be vulgar, everyone likes it."

"Gilliman's Scripture is only suitable for use as toilet paper to wipe your butt, don't listen to that bastard, or I will kill you."

Who is Kiliman? What is the holy scripture? Why can his scripture only be used to wipe butt? Oleg didn’t understand. He swung the sword of Ivan the Terrible, and with one sword he chopped the oncoming Chaos Knight into two pieces with his horse and man. Then the sanctuary powerhouse twisted the blade with a sharp edge. Pick, another Chaos Knight was cut open from the abdomen to the head!

Oleg's bravery greatly boosted the morale of the bull riders. Behind them, a whole company of archers was ready. They released a rain of arrows towards the mounts of the barbarian predators and cavalry. The loss was not small. In addition to fighting the arrow rain, they also faced the two-handed swords in the hands of the bull riders.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) One person slaughtered seven or eight Chaos Knights. His bravery made the barbarians afraid to look directly at his face. The barbarian predators and riders were defeated and rushed to flee.

Although Oleg's loss was not small, the Chaos Cavalry was eventually repelled. Manning Goode-Cockroach Bully chose to retreat after firing several corrosive bile. It must go back and report to Mortkin. Case.

"Withdraw! Mortkin's cavalry will be back soon!" Oleg was bloodied, and he immediately ordered: "Take care of the wounded. We must return to Wolfenburg immediately!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

After eight hours of driving, the time was approaching dusk, and Oleg and his party finally saw Wolfenberg.

This is a giant fortress standing at the foot of the Central Mountain Range. The city is very large. As a former dwarf fortress, Wolfenburg’s inner fort structure is closer to the characteristics of dwarves than humans, even artillery and The design of the city defense is also in the style of a dwarf. The peak of the Central Mountain Range stands behind Wolfenburg. There was once a human ruled area, but now few humans dare to enter the Central Mountain Range to hunt or mine.

Only the outer city is like a human settlement. The outer city with more than 10,000 houses is divided into two halves by the Wolfen River. This once glorious city is now repeating like Hawke’s recovery of Herzig. In the wars and invasions, the castle became tattered, but the castle is still a solid refuge and hope for the Osters, which means that they still have a place where they can shelter in the whole territory, a place with an army and A fortified city protected by a wall.

"It's Wolfenburg! It's Wolfenburg, we are saved!"

"Finally, we arrived, and Wolfenberg was ahead!"

"We are safe!"

Cheers broke out among the refugees, and the Osters, who hugged their suffering, accelerated their pace. As the gate of the city wall opened, the crowded scene of the city appeared in front of everyone. A total of 38,000 Osters led the refugees. In this city, the streets, end of streets, alleys, open spaces and even the corners of many houses are full of people. People are crowded together, making fires for heating and boiling water for cooking.

There was an unpleasant smell in the city. Oleg von Zhukov frowned when he heard the smell. Baron Wolfen asked the defenders: "Where is my father?"

"The Elector is in the Bull Fort (Neibao)." The guard replied.

"I must go and see him right away," Oleg von Zhukov said subconsciously, and then he took a few bull riders and the retinues behind him and immediately walked towards the bull fort: "Provide a place for these refugees. , They need to rest."

If he guessed correctly, Wolfenberg will soon face a huge test.

This test will determine that the history of the Osters can continue to occupy a chapter in the glorious history of the empire.

Or maybe it's over.

"So, how is Wolfenberg's defenses? Can it withstand the enemy's large-scale invasion?"

In the Oster collar and the shadow forest, a wood elf lord is talking to a dwarf butcher.

Behind them are their personal guards, the Grays and Grimnir’s Axe Regiment. Although the two armies add up to only more than 300 people (a group of dwarves generally only has more than 100 People), but their fighting power is terrifying. The Chaos War Gang or the Chaos War Group encountered on the road are not their opponents, and the wood elves' knowledge of the forest allows them to avoid larger-scale battles.

Facing the woodland lord’s question, the dwarf butcher with the orange mohican head lowered his head and thought, and then shook his head: "Just the horrible level of architecture that humans have? I don’t even think about it, if Vamil-von- Zhukov is not mentally retarded or cerebral palsy. He should evacuate the refugees into the cave behind the bull fort. There is a shelter fortress built by the dwarves and an underground lake, where he may survive."

These two people are the woodland lord Araloth-the brave and the dwarf butcher king Agrim-iron fist who came to support the Oster.

After a brief argument, as Elector Hertwig and the czar Catalyn were unable to send reinforcements, Alalos and King Butcher decided to come to support Austerland by themselves, and King Butcher left his army in Beibei. Kafin assisted in defense and maintaining law and order, and only led his own personal guard to come, while Alaros hoped to be able to get Lilith's attention and love through this brave behavior.

In this way, a strange alliance was formed. The Wood Elf Hero and the Dwarf Butcher King knew that they were alone and they chose to set off together. The Butcher King often yelled that he was crazy and would ally with Pointy Ears, and Alaloth often He complained that he didn't expect that one day he would get along with the dwarf.

However, it should be emphasized here that there is no feud between the wood elves and the dwarves, and the relationship between the two sides is more indifferent or hostile. They have not reached the level of fighting when they meet. Now the chaotic army is crushing the realm. Unwilling, but reluctantly reached the covenant.

"Then I wonder why the dwarves would abandon this refuge?" Aralos looked at the shadow forest in front of him. It was obvious that this forest was also deeply corrupted. The dark, dull, overgrown forest was compared to the life-filled Esso. Loren Forest is more like Nurgle’s back garden. The Wood Elf hero carefully identified the road and tried to communicate with the forest spirit, while the Dwarf took out a compass and a map: "There is clearly a rich copper mine there. And iron ore, there is also a super-large gold mine."

"No one knows, Pointy Ears." The Butcher King said casually, "What we can know now is that before the Battle of Vengeance, which is what you call the Battle of Longbeards, the dwarven clans that settled in the Central Mountains seemed to be deep in the mountains. What they found, they immediately decided to abandon their new home, closed the gates, blasted the rocks and destroyed the roads, and before retreating, sent Granny’s curse there, and then built the fortresses and strongholds halfway there. All were given to humans and returned to the Kingdom of Mountains."

"I really want to know what I found, and if there is anything, I think I will dedicate it to Lilith." Aralos became interested, and the wood elf hero looked eager to try.

"There have been dozens of adventure teams or exploration teams going into the depths, but no one has found the so-called miracles or treasures, unless it is the missing guys. If you want to go, don't want my people to assist you." Agrim-Tekken looked at the gloomy and invisible forest with a gloomy look: "Grimnier is on, where are we?"

"We are less than 150 kilometers away from Wolfenburg." Aralos checked the direction. The wood elf hero's huge antler helmet exuded a dazzling green light, pointing the way forward: "Go here."

The dwarves are deeply suspicious of the wood elves’ guidance, but there is no other choice at the moment. Everyone is advancing in the rugged forest. Aralos thinks for a while and then asks: “Why do you insist on coming to help Auster ?"

"I used to fight alongside Vamir von Zhukov's grandfather and Maximian von Zhukov, then the grand tutor of the Bull Knights." The butcher king took out his own water bag, which was full of The mellow dwarf Bagman beer, he gulped: "At that time, Wamir was just a bear kid, hehe~ like a silly X, chasing after me and calling my dwarf uncle, I gave him a dwarf beer , He called my grandpa, haha~"

"Short-born is so pathetic." Aralos smiled disdainfully: "So we only trade with the long-lived holy grail knights, otherwise it will be too troublesome to change trading partners in only ten or twenty years."

"Oh, it's sad, it's as sad as they drove you out of the old world and into the forest." Butcher Wang sarcastically said, "The pointed ears are all five. What else do you do besides retreat?"

"Are you trying to fight? Dwarf?" Aralos instantly drew out his weapon.

"Be here at any time, pointed ears!" Agrim raised Dago's axe.

The two sides were at a stretch, and the dwarven demon butchers yelled at Grimmnir's name, ready to rush up at any time to be a jump.

"Boom~" At this moment, a loud noise came from the front, making the internal strife disappear invisible. Alalos and Agrim-Iron fist looked at each other, put away their weapons, and moved towards where the loud noise was. Bit madly squirting.

Right in the middle of the shadow forest, a chaotic giant was cut off his neck and fell to the ground, with a giant frost blade stuck in its face, and the expression of chaos before his death was despair and fear. This It's rare.

A black and white giant bear holding a big apple in its hand, crawled onto the face of the Chaos Giant, it opened its arms and let out a majestic roar: "Hoo~"

The power of the bear!

Then the giant bear gnawed off half of the apple in one bite.

Super fierce!

Among the fallen trees and the thick smoke, a tall man with blond hair and a lot of pigtails gradually appeared. He stepped on the head of the Chaos Giant and put his giant Frost on the head. The blade was pulled out, and behind him, a group of prairie wolves and ice wolves rushed to his side one after another, licking his palms and cloak.

The strong and impossibly tall human male noticed the dwarves and elves appearing in front of him. He opened his mouth and his two sharp fangs were so striking.

"In Lower Ruth, what do you do?"