Warhammer Throne

The departure of Riemann Ruth was a fatal blow to the Osters.

Proud Ruth was never willing to explain why he left. After he left, there were rumors in the city.

Lord Wild Wolf escaped, like a coward!

Your lord the wolf has abandoned us!

The gods have abandoned the Osters, and we have no tomorrow.

The world is doomed, and we are doomed to fail.

Oleg had to send people to emphasize again and again that his wolf mentor was out looking for reinforcements, but the panic of everyone was very difficult to eliminate. Teams of security teams patrolled the city, constantly releasing new news, and finally The elite army encouraged the citizens to fight bravely.

Despite the low morale, despite the difficulties, and despite fighting alone, the Osters still maintained their final stubbornness. Now every adult male has been arranged to enter the newly formed infantry regiment, preparing and approaching the Chaos Army. Combat.

This courage is admirable. Now these new infantry regiments in the city have begun training. They are required to raise their weapons to form a gun formation, or to walk in a line from one side to the other, the nobles led by Auster The soldiers were required to learn some basic combat skills within a short period of time.

For example, archers and crossbowmen must understand the meaning of "volley" and "free shooting", for example, spearmen must understand the two commands of "array" and "forward".

This is what these temporary conscripts must learn, and serving as a consumable is their only value.

The slogans of the soldiers and the shouts of the officers awakened Alaros from his sleep. The Wood Elf hero shuddered. He just dreamed that he saw Lilith, and then he woke up from the dream.

Headache, Aralos cursed a few more words, the hero knew that he couldn't get angry at the empires-the empires were about to die, this group of Osters were not afraid of death, are you afraid that Aralos would threaten you with force? them?

Washed his face with clean water, tidyed up one of his hair, and ate the fine dry food of the elf, paired with a little wood elf fruit wine, Aralos began to patrol the defense zone that belonged to him.

It is already the morning of the third day. If it is expected to be good, the Chaos Army will arrive the fastest in the afternoon and the slowest at night. This makes Aralos feel anxious, as if there is a big hand holding his heart, painful And desperate.

After losing the fog of deceit, it was impossible for Aralos to retreat all over. The wood elf hero forced himself to focus all his attention on the defense of the city. His personal guard, the gray team, was still as he had imagined. So graceful and powerful, these best warriors from Asoloron are patrolling nearby. They vowed to follow Araloth until they die.

On the other side, the situation is not so good. Alalos noticed that an entire infantry phalanx was training on the open space near the city wall. It was a newly formed halberd regiment with more than 500 people in Alalos. Under the gaze, these people followed the drums and the prayers of the fighting priest. Their team looked messy. The conscripts were packed with tattered and temporarily built broken iron, just like Alalos said. Yes, most people are too old or too young. Their only role is to resist the offensive of Chaos as flesh and blood. The real militiamen who have undergone basic military training and veterans who have served in the middle age have all been Was drawn into the main group.

The supply has also been reduced. Wolfenburg’s original grain reserves are still quite abundant, but no matter how rich it is, it’s not enough for 380,000 people to eat horses and chew every day. Why didn’t Wolfenburg have a full mobilization to recruit all adults? train? It is because military training will greatly increase the consumption of food.

"Pouch~" Before watching for a few minutes, Aralos couldn't help but laugh. Obviously, an old man had his eyes darkened because of such "intensive" training. The wood elf hero suspected that this guy slept and ate last time. It's been a long time ago-he fell from the queue, and under his influence, the old people and children in the team fell like dominoes, which is more funny than their previous crappy forward queue. It is much more interesting for Changji Group to move forward.

"At least they are able to persevere, much better than pointed ears." Aralos laughed for a while, and a slightly embarrassing voice came from his feet. Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist seemed to be trying his best to find a way to praise this group. Human words, this is really difficult for dwarves: "Well, very tenacious."

"Our only advantage is the number of people, but the number of people is just for you and me. For the Chaos Army, there is no way to change the situation where the number of opponents is far greater than ours." Aralos glanced down at the person standing next to him. King Butcher: "They are too tired and too hungry. This kind of army will not last long. Instead of forcing high-intensity training at this time, it is better to let these people rest well and regain some physical strength is the correct decision."

"Hey, I know that pointed ears are always so weak." The Butcher King snorted his nose, obviously it didn't matter to Aralos's attitude: "You know, we are all tired, maybe you need some of this to mention. Refresh."

After finishing speaking, the butcher king handed a bottle of clay pot to Alalos, and Alaros took the small pot and opened the seal. It was full of milky fragrance: "What is this?"

"Mumsilian."

"Mumsilian?"

"Menslien, the secret of Longevity Village. The yogurt given by Elector Hertwig to our dwarves can be stored for 120 days without deterioration." The butcher king laughed straightly: "It is said that drinking it can lead to longevity and longevity. Hundred years old... I think this is cursing me and also cursing you, fairy boy, I am over a hundred years old a long time ago."

"My age is three times yours, ephemeral ghost." Aralos didn't think too much, the Wood Elf smelled it and took a sip. It was not bad, sweet and sour.

The dwarf butcher battle group Grimmnir’s axe group has been assembled, and the gray clothing team has also been assembled. Alaloth and the butcher king are arranged at the east gate of the city-as they wished, they have to face the most powerful The place where the enemy attacked.

Climbing up the city wall along the stone stairs, the eastern gate of Wolfen has been built and has been continuously strengthened and expanded for hundreds of years. The city wall is about 30 meters high. It is filled with cannons, mortars and ballistas. The eastern gate is named It was the Ubs gate, and the city wall was called the Wall of Uthas. In addition to the twenty or thirty shooting gun positions, there were also very strong but disrepaired wall stacks. The wood elves looked at the shooting holes with satisfaction. , Which allows them to maximize the advantages of long-range attacks.

"This is where we want to guard." Aralos inspected the city wall, and the Wood Elf hero complained: "Don't the Osters know how to spend money to repair the city wall a little bit? Many places are in disrepair for a long time."

"Osters are famous for their stubbornness." Aggrim became angry with an iron fist. He found his face was blocked by the crevices of the city wall and couldn't see the outside scenery. Only his orange moxican hair could rise slightly above the city wall. Centimeter, the butcher king complained: "The stupidity of the Osters is very famous among the dwarves. The dwarves have a famous joke, that is, the Osters will only put a stone in the stone soup, because good stones are always hard to find. Hahahaha~"

What a cold joke! Aralos felt embarrassed after listening.

"It has always been the case. The Osters have fought against Mrs. Kesler for hundreds of years, just for some rotten land that cannot be planted and lived in. The imperial people have spent one or two centuries to understand that of Kesler. The place has no occupation value. No one except Mrs. Keesler can live there, but the Osters have persisted in launching a war for hundreds of years until the two sides of the great jihad reconciled.” The Butcher King didn’t seem to feel his joke. Embarrassing, he continued: "The dwarves began to equip gunpowder weapons on a large scale more than a thousand years ago, but do you know when the Osters began to fully equip gunpowder weapons? Just over twenty years ago, Vamil-von -After Zhukov inherited the election of the extinct Oswald family as the chief mentor of the Bull Knights, the Osters gradually began to accept firearms."

"My people will be arranged on the city wall." Aralos is not interested in these things. After listening to the butcher king half copingly, the wood elf hero pointed to the city wall: "As for your people, I suggest you all stay here. Behind the city wall."

"Why? Elf boy?" The Butcher King said displeased: "The brave dwarf should take the lead!"

"The butcher's chaotic ability will disrupt the formation of archers and halberds defending the wall." Alalos and Agrim moved along the wall: "Before the enemy approaches, we need to release arrows, and then follow the enemy's As the siege tower is close to the siege ladder, the defenders will use flamethrowers, hot oil and falling rocks to attack the enemy."

"It's our turn afterwards?" King Butcher understood.

Aralos nodded: "Yes, you know it is difficult for us to defend the outer city, so once the enemy breaks through the line of defense, anywhere, we need your butcher group to quickly join the battlefield, plug the gap, and retreat or reorganize the army. To gain time."

The Butcher King himself is a very good general. He also knows that the Dwarf Butcher is often too passionate and brave and often disrupts the original solid line, so he reluctantly agrees with Aralos’s view: "Charlemagne’s empire was more than that on the Eternal Peak. There are more troops in the snow, but now I don’t think they are so weak. Granny is on it, can the walls be full of people?"

Aralos said nothing, his thoughts had shifted to how to strengthen his defenses.

"Your Excellency Agrim, Your Excellency Alaros! Your Elector asked me to lead the oldest and most brave purebred Oster male to assist you!" An imperial nobleman strode up to them: "I It is William, Viscount Wilhelm von Zhukov, the imperial general, the chief guard of the gates of Ubbs, and my Indigo Raiders and I are ready!"

This is a group of middle-aged Oersteds. Most of them wear brown braids or long hair, their faces are painted with indigo oil paint, they hold a spear or battle axe in one hand, and a shield in the other. Most of them wear breastplates and squares. There are about two to three hundred people in checkered skirts and leggings. Obviously these Oersteds are not regular troops, but most of them should have served in the army or have been fighting as militias. In this dark age, Wildness and madness are both valuable forces.

The Oster engineers finally successfully launched the old antique that has a history of four or five hundred years-the Indomitable, one of the prototype steam tanks belonging to the Oster collar. Now this terrible war machine has been installed at the gate of the city. Behind, it is surrounded by a large sword battalion and two musket battalions. The two pistols are hidden in the street as a rapid reaction force. The newly recruited infantry regiments are arranged further behind, ready to fall into any position. In the danger of falling into battle.

Everyone knows that Chaos will not leave prisoners, and everyone knows that there will be nowhere to escape if they fail.

The brain was trembling, and the palms of the hands squeezed their weapons with sweat. The refugees gradually evacuated into the mines in the central mountain range behind the Bull fort in Neiburg and the shelter built by the dwarves. All defenses were ready, Oleg-von- Baron Zhukov led a team of bull riders as a mobile force in the city, while Elector Vamier von Zhukov led the Oster Black Guards in the overview of the Bull Fort.

No matter how people pray for the blessing of the gods of the old world, no matter how people pray for reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible, the sky gradually begins to dim, and the hourglass of time continues to pass.

A long night is coming.

The black and heavy chaos army began to appear at the end of everyone's sight. They could feel the footsteps of the boots. Long ago they had seen a large number of neatly arranged torches spreading around. They heard the whispers of the evil gods and the chaos champions. The shouting sound is deafening and clamoring all the time, the messy drum beat of the Yankee's war drums is frantically sounded, like the death knell of the Osters' doomsday.

More and more barbarian tribes and chaotic battle groups have moved forward to enter their positions. In the middle of the queue, there are also large groups of monster battle gangs and behemoth units. Chaos warriors and chaotic god-chosen warriors have appeared in the black and overwhelming torrent. The body shape, as well as the few Beastmen troops who followed the Chaos Army arrived.

"There are so many enemies. I swear this is the most Chaos army I have ever seen, much more than during the battle between me and Mogul." Aralos took off the green leaf bow behind him, and he gestured to Hui. The clothing team stood firm, and the human defenders were already shaking before this terrible formation.

"The Auster walls have fallen behind the times, Elector Wamir should really change it!" A poked orange hair appeared on the battlements, and the butcher king called two dwarf butchers with his hands in resentment. Lifting his two legs, he saw the Chaos Army: "What a glorious moment, with so many Chaos Army, it seems that today many compatriots can demand enough glory for liberation."

"..." Before Aralos could reply, a thousand war horns sounded around Wolfenburg. The evil spirit's will seemed to be transformed into thunder and roaring from the side of the huge wind pillar. Next, it boiled, reunited, and the eternal eruption rolled with a loud noise enough to make mortals split apart.

Chaos Eternal God Chosen Dark Iron Motkin, accompanied by his guards, Crimson Reaper, and his military strategist, the strange **** Chosen Hal-Eternal Eye, rode out of the army formation on the chaos steel bull, his mouth Spit out a demonic echo.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Get out of the city and surrender to me immediately! Otherwise, I will smooth your city and all soldiers will be killed. I swear that you and your people will suffer terrible pain and I will be here. Here is an epic massacre dedicated to the blood god, and all survivors will usher in death!"

The Chaos Army temporarily stopped outside, and Motkin sat on the Chaos Steel Bull bestowed on him by Terrorist, waiting for the Oster's reply.

At this moment, the cunning gene brought about by the trial of Moka made Oleg von Zhukov realize that there is still room for change, even though he hates the disaster that Mottkin brought to Auster and the entire empire. , But Oleg shot a letter out of the city.

Mottkin had taken the letter, and he couldn't stop sneering after reading the content of the letter.

Oleg von Zhukov asked for a day to think about it, and that if he surrendered Mottkin, he must immediately retreat.

This was a slow-down, and Mottkin could tell at a glance that the Osters just wanted to delay time.

But it also hits Mottkin's arms.

It will take some time for the Hell Cannons of the Chaos Army to reach the front line. The Chaos dwarf craftsmen also need time to make siege ladders. Chaos Warlocks and wizards need some time to perform large-scale rituals to strengthen the Chaos Demon and Chaos Warriors.

"You have one day to decide your destiny!" Mottkin gave a formal reply.

I have crossed half of the world, just to complete my revenge, not short of this day.

In this way, Mottkin waited quietly for a day in the camp.

Sure enough, what he got was a rebuff.

Very good, revenge begins.

Among the Ten Thousand Armies, the Eternal God chose to lift the black iron battle axe high, flames erupted from the body and wrapped the axe blades, the chaotic army gushed out from the camp, and the fire from the chaotic **** cannon enveloped the entire sky.

"Go ahead! Destroy the city of Nanlo! Destroy everything!"

"For chaos, for revenge, for Dark Iron-Mottkin!"