Warhammer Throne

"It is rumored that Osterling has always had a white wolf paladin. The great monk who is known as the sage of the wolf and the teacher of the wolf is here to punish and eliminate evil, fight against all evils, and even assist the elector to completely cleanse it. All the filthy things in the shadow forest, I think this wolf sage and wolf teacher said it is you? One person singled out five chaotic mammoths and taught Oleg von Zhuko Husband, the mysterious person of the sanctuary powerhouse is you, right?"

The first thing to react was the Butcher King. Agrim carried Dago's Axe on his shoulders with an iron fist, and spoke to Riemann-Ruth, the original space wolf gene.

"Yes, it's me." Riemann-Ruth raised his head triumphantly, his voice was full of hoarseness and vicissitudes, but Ruth still retained his original wildness and vitality: "You guessed it! Shorty ! Shall I have a sip of Fenris Mead?"

"Oh, I understand, you are the one who ate eight cows in one meal, rode a manticore in the shadow forest, had **** with twenty-five women in one night, and collected Oster's tax on corruption. The official took the bull off and put him in the bullpen, allowing him to spend the most memorable night of his life. There was also a cold world to trick a group of righteous pilgrims and dervishes into the winter swimming, and finally he stuffed a gecko into the Bull Knights. The tutor Leopold von Zhukov’s armor lined, watching him jump around because of itching and almost fell off the city wall?” The Butcher King took a small note and asked, “I understand, yes. Cai Wude said it was you, right?"

"Yes, I did it, I admit it!" Ruth was happier. He put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "You dwarf are quite good at talking!"

Aralos felt that the guy in front of him probably had a problem with his brain circuit. The Wood Elf wanted to scold him, but after considering that he had already caused Lilith's anger because of his mistake, he decided to stay silent. The Wood Elf hero even had some I am happy to see this scene, that is, butcher King Agrim's iron fist is aligning with the strong man in front of him.

It's the best fight.

Sure enough, the butcher king, who has always been very direct, said directly: "The Osters are in the greatest crisis in history. The disaster brought by the chaos has caused this ancient land to be tortured. What is your Excellency doing at this time? Be a beastmaster Or is it those stupid acts that are proud of yourself?"

"I got his order to go to the Far East to find this ancient animal." Ruth didn't take much of the butcher king's sarcasm. He pointed to the two black and white giant bears that were eating animal meat: "My The journey took more than a year, but I came back late."

"It's late, but it's not too late. We still have things to do." The Butcher King motioned Ruth to follow up: "Very well, the two of us, plus this little forest elf boy, see if we can help Vol. What does Fernborg do?"

Ruth grunted a few times in his throat with dissatisfaction. As the Primarch, he never obeyed anyone's orders except the emperor, but now the overall situation is important, and the butcher king did not consider him a subordinate. Ruth finally nodded.

"By the way, Elf boy, what is your name?" Aggrim Fist remembered. They walked all the way together. The Butcher King still doesn't know the name of this Wood Elf! Usually they use nicknames such as "pointy ears", "dwarf", "elf boy" and "little short legs" to refer to each other.

Sure enough, a black line appeared on Alalos' head: "Alalos! Alalos-the hero, the champion of Queen Alair, the king of the Ezra Woodland Council! Lord of the Tasian Woodland!"

"Alaros? There is no such person?" Agrim took out a small note from his body with an iron fist and searched it carefully.

Phoenix King Finnuba, 460

Eternal Queen Ela Ruili, 553

Warlord Tyrion, 616

Supreme Master Targris, 564

Imric of Calleto, 326

Prince Iris Issalion, 435

The Butcher King searched the group of names without finding the name of Alaloth. Agrim vomited: "Understood, the nameless man said it's you, right?"

"ITM..." Aralos just felt the blood all over his head pouring in his head.

"Well, now is not the time to argue, come with me." Ruth was interested in this scene at first, but he soon realized that it is not the time to say this: "Are you planning to help the empire?"

"Of course!" The Butcher King raised his axe and shouted, "The dwarves will always remember the Holy Alliance!"

"Forget it, that's what Lilith meant." Aralos said awkwardly, "Before she changes her mind."

"Then follow me!"

Under the leadership of Riemann Ruth, this elite group of more than 300 people moved much faster, because Ruth was very familiar with the shadow forest, and he led everyone to walk through the forest quickly, along many hidden trails. And the shortcut in the forest, the dwarves and wood elves followed.

After spending several hours, after the sky was completely dark, everyone hid in a stream canyon in the forest.

Just in the forest and snowfields, an army of more than 100,000 is marching. They are huge, and the team is covered in darkness until the end of the line of sight. There are hundreds of barbarian war gangs, dozens of chaotic war gangs and chaotic war gangs. , Hundreds of chaotic champions and chaotic gods, dozens of chaotic demon legions, hundreds of chaotic monsters and giants, and a large number of demon war machines and siege towers, the chaos army is moving in the direction of Wolfenburg go ahead.

"Oh my God, Granny is here, how many are our enemies? Fifty thousand? Eighty thousand? Or one hundred thousand?" King Butcher looked at the size and direction of the Chaos Army from a distance, excited: "A glorious day is very It's coming soon!"

"It is impossible for the defenders to defend Wolfenborg." Aralos's focus was not there. He said to everyone: "We only have more than 300 people, and the enemy has at least 100,000. We should recommend that the defenders give up Wolfen. Fort."

"True pure men would not make such a suggestion. You are a scumbag without eggs!" Liman Ruth sneered unceremoniously: "Pointy ears are so stupid. I think about retreat and escape all day long. I knew it during the Great Crusade."

"Then what do you say?" Alaros only felt that he was going to get angry with these two guys.

"We can't do anything." Ruth squinted his eyes, his amber pupils were cautious: "I can deal with three hundred, five hundred, seven hundred or even one or two thousand chaos warriors like that. But even I cannot deal with so many enemies. Wolves must learn to choose their prey, otherwise they are not qualified head wolves. What we have to do now is to rush back to Wolfenburg as soon as possible and tell Varmir and Ole. The situation here, **** it, if my wolf guards were there..."

"At most three days, this chaotic army will come under Wolfenberg." The Butcher King agreed.

"Then we must hurry up."

"No rest, leave as soon as possible and arrive at Wolfenburg earlier, so we will have a little more time to understand the strength and defense of the castle."

"Well, I hope Wolfenberg has enough food. I don't like to eat dry food soaked in water."

"You will get enough food."

After making the decision, everyone stopped talking and hurried all the way towards Wolfenburg.

A day later, the Leinster Gorge, on the outskirts of Wolfenburg, is only five kilometers away from Wolfenburg.

"What?" The words of the powerful and wildly sturdy human being in front of them surprised Alaros and Agrim: "Knight King Ryan Makado is your real brother? Dear, brother?!"

"Yes, brother, what, is there a problem?" Ruth slanted his eyes, his face was full of indifferent attitude: "I don't know why he wants to give me a whole brother out, but since my father says he is, then That's it. Fortunately, watching his journey to rise is not a shame to our brothers, but he still has a long way to go before he can be alone."

"How many brothers do you have?" Aralos couldn't help asking: "The old farmer named Anglang? Or the purple phoenix named Fugen? Or the demigods of different colors at Ryan's wedding. You don’t look alike at all."

"Both." Ruth smiled, revealing his fangs: "There were 21 of those who were able to fight like me, but now only 16 of them are left when Ryan is counted."

"Well, brother, Anglang, Fogen..." Agrim quickly took out a small note with an iron fist, searching for the value given by the Supreme King.

Fugen, 666*

Anglang,?? 6* (limited information)

"Don't look, dwarf." Ruth's wild voice sounded: "Wolfenburg, here it is."

"You are young, your whole family is young!" Agrim murmured angrily.

After speaking, Riemann Ruth slapped himself sitting down on the black and white giant bear. The giant bear wailed a few times, took a step forward, and rushed towards the gate of Wolfenburg.

A whole pack of wolves quickly followed.

The gate of Wolfenburg was immediately opened by Riemann Ruth. As the city gate opened, citizens and refugees gathered to watch the arrival of this powerful mentor.

His return brought infinite confidence to the Oster leaders who were struggling before the chaotic frenzy.

"He's coming! It's him! It's him! It's the Lord Wolf! He's back!"

"Charlemagne is on! He came back to save us Oster at the crucial moment!"

"He's still alive!"

"Lord Wild Wolf, Auster needs you, Wolfenburg needs you!"

The city was full of rotten odors and strong body odors. The Oster leader of Wolfenberg saw Riemann-Ruth appearing outside the gate, as if they had seen the savior, they crowded up. , First excited, then crying.

Riemann Russ calmly accepted the praise and help from the leader of Auster. He nodded to the surroundings, then spread his hands and motioned to everyone to let go: "Where is that **** Oleg? Get out of here!"

The wood elves and the dwarf butchers looked at this city that was more like a big barrel filled with pork than a castle. The Butcher King shook his head. He paid attention to the city defense army and found that most of them were temporary conscripts: "Most of them are too old, or too young, what can these guys without beards do?"

"Their eyes are full of fear." Aralos said disdainfully: "The ephemeral ghost is not even ready for war."

The conversation between the elves and the dwarves made Oster glared and didn't want to be salted by the wound, but because they were reinforcements, the stubborn Oster just kept cursing at them and didn't do anything.

"Tutor! Tutor!" Oleg squeezed out of the crowd. Baron Wolfen saw the appearance of Liman Ruth and couldn't help shaking his hands. The Norsca Conqueror no longer had the pride before, but Like a **** that has been defeated, he feels ashamed to see people: "It's all my fault. It was my great expedition that made things like this..."

"This is not a question of the Great Crusade, Oleg." Li Manruth looked at his children coldly, and he showed reproach: "You did the right thing about the Great Crusade, and it's good. But you let arrogance and complacency envelop your heart. You are immersed in the glory of the past. I think I must have taught you that as a good wolf, you must always be vigilant, even when you are eating. Just one eye should always be aware of the movements around."

After speaking, Riemann Ruth walked directly in the direction of the bull fort.

"However, no one thought that Kislov would lose so quickly." Oleg chased behind, and Baron Wolfen said unwillingly: "Their failure..."

"It's not their failure! It's your failure!" Li Manruth immediately turned around. He grabbed Oleg by the collar, and the wild wolf let out a vicious growl: "Don't make excuses! The wolves never Will make excuses because of the hunting failure!!!"

"Yes...yes." Oleg was so snarled that he snarled Venus with such a roar, he lowered his head and confessed his mistake.

"Where's your father?" Ruth knew that it would be useless to criticize his heir now. He took a deep breath, thrown off his son's collar, and asked Oleg.

"In the Neiburg." Oleg pointed in the direction of the Bull Castle.

"Very good." Liman Rus motioned everyone to follow him, and Alalos and Agrim looked at each other and immediately signaled to follow.

The gate of the Naiburg opened.

Oster leads the elector Vamier von Zhukov, a slightly rich elector with two long thin beards and goatee, frowning, he asks Riemann Russ : "A big army?"

"The Chaos Army, coming out all the way, coming towards this side, Vamir." Liman Ruth said towards the Oster nobles in the Neiburg Hall: "Get ready, they will come to the city in two days at most. "

"How many people?" someone in Neibo asked immediately, and everyone was excited.

"At least one hundred thousand people." Riemann Ruth's expression was very calm: "One hundred thousand army, the essence of the chaos army, they have only one purpose, and that is to erase Wolfenberg from the map, just like von Russ. Same as Cove Castle."

Vamil von Zhukov clenched the rune tooth hanging from his waist, and the elector was silent for two seconds.

"Let them come!"

"Gather all the strong men and distribute weapons! Hurry up and train!"

"Wolfenburg, will be Mortkin's grave!"

"Or... it's ours!"