Warhammer Throne

"The outer wall of the city is unlikely to withstand the attack of the Chaos Army, but it doesn't matter, we can use it as a decoy."

After learning that the Chaos Army was moving here, Wolfenberg finally made up his mind to make a general mobilization. The Elector of Wamir led the last two elite soldiers led by Auster, the Knights of the Bull and Osst. The black guards checked the defense.

"Several of the most important defensive points, the Church of Justice, Oswald Street, Charlemagne Bridge, and Franz Avenue, we will place heavy troops to guard these places." Elector Wamir moved towards behind him Several generals said: "Wolfenberg, definitely persisted longer than Chaos."

Behind the Elector of Varmir, besides Riemann Ruth, the butcher king Agrim, the wood elf hero Alalos, and the somewhat frustrated Oleg von Zhukov, there are two generals.

The first one was Leopold von Zhukov, who was once mischievous by the Wolf King, the grand tutor of the Knights of the Bull. He is the cousin of the reigning elector Vamil von Zhukov. Leopold is very proud of his land, his family and empire. He wields a powerful two-handed axe in battle. This axe is a pair of a beast lord he killed in a battle. Reforged from a sword and axe, Leopold always rushed to the forefront whenever the Bull Riders launched a "Bull Charge".

The second place is Vladimir Ludnarseth, the elector’s private champion. He is also the captain of the Oster Black Guards. The Black Guards is a very famous swords group that believes in death and death. Not retreating to become famous, these great swordsmen use graveyard swords blessed by the Moorish sect of death. This type of great sword is difficult to master. It takes a long time for every great swordsman to master these weapons, but the graveyard is large. The sharpness of the sword makes everything worthwhile. These weapons can easily cut through the armor of the black orcs or the plate armor of the chaos warriors.

The army’s salary and supplies are paid privately by the Elector’s family. Thanks to the giant gold mine behind Wolfenberg, let the Elector’s family proudly afford such a large sword regiment of thousands of people. Even after a series of previous wars, the Oster Black Guards still had more than 500 personnel.

The total of these two forces is no more than 800 people. Riemann Russ carefully observed it, and the Space Wolf made a judgment. Wolfenberg really has enough combat effectiveness. Only these more than 800 people plus God The army of more than 300 people brought by Loth and Agrim's iron fist, with a total of more than 1,100 people, can head-to-head with the Chaos Army.

In addition to these more than a thousand people, the defeated generals who fled from Von-Zhukov Castle and the thousands of local defenders in Wolfenburg could barely rely on the walls to fight or endure short-term street fighting.

The rest are all trash fish.

"Vamier, I think it will be difficult for us to hold Wolfenburg." Riemann Ruth calmly stopped in front of the Elector of Wamir, whose head reached his chest: "You must have a second place. A plan, right?"

"Wolfenburg is the capital of the Osters, and it is where we live. For three thousand years, the Osters have never given up Wolfenburg." Elector Wamir shook his head: "There is no second plan. , Our answer is to stick to it. I will let all the elderly, children and women evacuated into the cave behind the bull fort. We must persist until the reinforcements arrive, or let the chaos stop in front of Wolfenburg."

"Very good, so where are the reinforcements? How long do we need to hold on?" Liman Ruth asked one after another, and both Alaloth and the Butcher King couldn't help but nod their heads in agreement.

The butcher king Agrim’s iron fist has been pursuing a glorious death all his life, but this does not mean that he will fight an uncertain and defeated battle. As a king, his vows and responsibilities still bind him, if there is no good The plan, then, meant that King Butcher would not sit here and wait for death. He was thinking about trying to take refuge in the Central Mountain Range or go south to Herzig.

The butcher king checked the little note

Vamir von Zhukov, Grand Duke and Elector of Oster, 234

As for the guy Aralos, he didn't intend to co-exist and die with Wolfenberg. He was also waiting for the answer from the Elector of Varmir.

The gate of the Bull Fort opened, and the crowd gathered on the conference hall of the Elector’s Palace. A map was placed on the table in the middle. Elector Wamir turned towards Riemann-Rus and King Butcher, Alalos, etc. The man explained: "Look, this is Wolfenburg. We have and can only get reinforcements from two places."

"Herzig in the south and Beccafen in the east, respectively. Herzig has the combined forces of Knight King Ryan Macado and Boris Toddbringer, plus Edbrand’s army, probably There can be six to seven thousand people."

"Then Beccaven in the East, but your appearance has already shown a problem, that is, Beccaven will not have reinforcements." Wamir's rich face was full of serious expressions: "So the only thing we can count on It’s Heziger’s reinforcements."

"What is this guy doing?" Li Manruth looked down and immediately let out a wolf's roar: "Why does his army stop at Herzig? Wolfenburg is at stake. Why is he just watching? Isn't it he? Want to see the beautiful scenery left by the Chaos Army on the ruins of this castle?"

"This is not a problem with the King of Knights." Elector Wamir explained: "The number of their troops is too small compared to the Chaos Army. The message we have been passing on before is that the Chaos Army in Oster is sufficient. There are as many as two to three hundred thousand people. Under this circumstance, the Knights King and Boris’s army would never dare to use only these six to seven thousand people to support Wolfenburg. They were waiting for the army in the southern part of the empire to support them. Converge."

"Then why are the troops in the southern part of the empire so slow? Did Governor Karl-Franz and Countess Emmanuel both grow up eating shit?" Riemann Ruth then roared: "Why can you all be so calm? Vamir, Oleg, and Leopold, you know, Motkin is here to drive you to death, to slaughter every Oster, we should spread the news as much as possible, the enemy has no So many, according to our investigation, the Chaos Army is one hundred twenty thousand in size!"

There was silence in the conference hall. Facing Liman Ruth's question, the aristocrats of the Oster collar even smiled bitterly.

"Teacher, this city has already been monitored and controlled. We have sent more than a dozen waves of messengers for help. No one came back. All the homing pigeons we released were intercepted by chaotic crows and bats in the air. We tried After the magical message, even the most powerful mage in our court could not contact the chief courtier of the Knight King, Ms. Veronica." Oleg reluctantly explained: "The chaos and the mess have isolated all communication between us and the outside world. No one knows the situation in Wolfenburg, maybe some people think we are insisting, maybe some people think the city no longer exists."

"No wonder, indeed, for the sake of safety, Ryan will not take risks, and this may be a chaotic strategy. If the reinforcements of Knight King Ryan and Boris are destroyed outside Wolfenburg, then the entire north of the empire will be destroyed. Facing a desperate war." Li Man Rus barely accepted this view.

Ryan’s decision was not wrong. As the coach, he really shouldn’t be so reckless and blindly advancing. This is not what a qualified commander should do. If Ryan leads the army directly in this way, Riemann Ruth will look down on him instead.

This wave, this wave is looking into the grass.

The Space Wolf Gene Primarch thought for a while, and then said, "What other possible helpers are there?"

"What do you think? My lord of the wild wolf." Elector Wamir laughed sarcastically: "Elves? Or dwarves? They are all here, and the Osters can only rely on themselves in the end, unless Hull The reinforcements of that fellow Mute are already on the way, but I understand him, he is a jerk, he will not send troops, he will only want to defend his Tarabeheim."

The Butcher King quickly took out his little note, Grand Duke Tarabek and Elector Helmut Feuerbach, 112

That's it!

This meeting finally did not come to any result, the stubborn Oersted refused to give up Wolfenberg, and everyone broke up.

"Hurry up! Send all the refugees into the refuge in the Central Mountain Range! Especially women and children, as well as those precious documents and historical relics!" The whole Wolfenberg was already in a mess at this time. People trembled in panic. The bull rider and the Oster black guards led the people into the central mountain range, the shelter left by the dwarves, and the rest of the people lined up to receive armor and weapons, ready to accept it for a day Temporary training.

At the gate of the Bull Fort, the butcher king Agrim-Ironfist led the Grimmnir’s Axe and the dwarven butchers' troupe was sitting on the steps of the gate of the inner fort. He straightened and stretched his two legs, He took out a pipe and tobacco leaves from his pocket, and after a while, he took a comfortable sip and exhaled circles of smoke.

There was chaos before his eyes. The army was mobilizing everywhere. The children and husbands were forcibly taken from their families and sent to the armory to receive weapons. The sky was shaking, crying and pleading.

"No! No! He is just a child, he is still a child!" A mother watched her 14-year-old son being taken away from her. The peasant woman reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the Great Swordsman in despair, begging. : "Please, my lord, let me go!"

"He is 14 years old, ma'am." The Great Swordsman's voice was cold and emotionless: "Everyone must contribute to the defense of Wolfenberg, including your son."

The still somewhat ignorant child was pushed into the team like this, he didn't even know what was going to happen, he just looked at everything in front of him in confusion.

After a farmer and his wife hugged his son and daughter, they also calmly joined the recruiting team, and then those who were in their 40s or 50s were already old people for farmers.

"No! Charlemagne is on, why does this happen, why does the world treat us like this?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~"

"It takes time, sir!"

"We have no time!"

The Butcher King found sadly that he couldn't do anything. He could only sit here and wait for the enemy to arrive, but he was not disgusted with the elector's behavior.

Instead of letting them be slaughtered by Chaos, let them join the army to fight to the end, at least this is better than dying worthless.

A glorious death, isn't it? Agrim-Tekken not only thought of his eldest son, Gallarim-Tekken, but there was a bitter smile on the face of the Butcher King. He shook his head. Gallarim-Tekken was his eldest son and also The only son, the butcher king’s only son, hopes to relieve his father’s double vows. The young prince shaves his hair and vows to be a butcher regardless of his father’s opinion. The prince who gave the butcher’s oath continues the cycle of troubled family stupidly like his father. The road to death for generations.

His son is more reckless and stubborn than himself. He only cares about how to seek epic death instead of learning to be a king. The Butcher King has to pay attention to and stop the prince's actions all day long, otherwise the glorious Kadrin Iron Fist family will be completely extinct. .

The dwarves are gradually declining.

Agrim’s iron fist has always known in his subconscious that the dwarves are now a dying race. One day, Kadrin will be like Wolfenberg and usher in the day when all the mustaches are on the battlefield. .

Grimmnir is on, may our axe always be as sharp as yours.

Valaya is on, the dwarves need more heirs.

Agrim was still thinking about it, a smell from the forest and a dazzling green light forced him to turn his attention back to reality: "What's the matter? Elf boy, don't you go to a meeting with those humans It’s not polite to disturb the noble Butcher King’s enjoyment of tobacco."

"Little short legs, I don't think we need to sit here and wait for death." With two roasted beef legs in his hand, Alalos gave one to King Butcher: "Although I disagree with most of your views, at least one thing you say That's right, what's the use of recruiting these kids and old men?"

"It's better than nothing." King Butcher took the bull's leg: "We are doomed to fail, but this is the fate of the dwarf, pointed ears, you don't need to stay here, we need to fulfill the sacred alliance with humans, you don't need it."

"I also have my mission." Aralos just sat down and was so smoked by the strong smell of tobacco that he couldn't open his eyes. He had to get up quickly: "You don't need to worry about it."

"Whatever you want." The Butcher King was even more proud to see that his pointed ears were smoked by his own tobacco smell. He took a few harder breaths and spit out a string of smoke rings directly towards Aralos' face. Then admired the wood elves in a hurry.

This dwarf is really looking for death! Aralos got angry, and the wood elf hero stepped back in succession. He didn't bother to care about the dwarf king.

Just as Aralos was about to turn around and leave, preparing to lay out the defense of his personal guard team, the gray shirts, a very tall figure stopped in front of him: "Little Elf?"

"Riemann Russ?" The person who came was the original space wolf gene. Alaloth knew that he was strong, so he could only ask in an angry manner: "What's the matter?"

"You are so confident that you can escape, there must be something in your body that can hide yourself, right?" Riemann Ruth's amber wolf eyes fixed on Aralos: "What is it, can you share it?"

"Yes, I have a fetish given to me by Lilith, capable of hiding an entire army." Aralos said triumphantly: "But what does it have to do with you?"

"I need that." Liman Ruth said directly: "Give it to me, this is the only way to save this city!"

"..." Aralos does have a piece of the magical thing that Ladria (the other trumpet of the moon goddess Lilith and the lake fairy Lilith) bestowed on him-the mist of tricks, this magical The potion can envelop Aralos and his personal guards, allowing them to quickly escape the battle without being spotted.

"Give me things." Riemann Russ is indeed not a good at speech Primarch, he can only repeat: "Little Elf, this can save the entire city."

"Are you sure?" Aralos hesitated: "Can you tell me about your plan?"

"Oh, I want to listen too." The Butcher King also walked over.

"Listen to me, time is running out, sharp ears." Riemann Russ simply said his plan: "Wolfenberg cannot survive the offensive of the Chaos Army. The only chance is to seek Reinforcements."

"My brother Ryan and his army in Herzig! This is our only chance!"

"And this task, only I can complete it!"