Warhammer Throne

Now, the capital of the Austerland, the historic city, most of Wolfenberg’s city has been completely destroyed or shrouded in flames, and the Chaos Army faithfully implemented all Mottkin’s orders and burned them out. Everything, destroy everything, slaughter everything.

A total of more than 80,000 imperial people fell forever in the ruins, and the remaining more than 20,000 people retreated weakly and helplessly toward the Bull Fort.

On the flaming avenue, Oleg von Zhukov led a team of Bull Riders and the Oster Black Guards and met with the Crimson Reapers led by Mortkin.

The city is burning, pieces of the imperial army are harvested by the Chaos army like wheat. The endless heavy armored Chaos warriors put down the fragile mortals, the hot blood is flowing on the ground, and the Chaos army is pressed from all directions. Facing the army of Oleg, the Norsca conqueror found that he was now embarrassed on all sides. He was painfully oppressing the lung lobes and panting hard, wandering and fighting harder than ever.

To no avail, Dark Iron Motkin drew out his hellfire sword, he swung a sword, and several heavily armed black guards were directly blasted into the sky, turning into a rain of blood and countless residues, and he chopped down an axe. , The two bull knights raised their shields and were cut into two pieces with their shields, armor and flesh and blood.

In order to protect their baron, the Bull Riders and the black guards tried to protect Oleg, but without exception, they ended up being slaughtered. In the face of Motkin who went into battle in person, there was no weapon that could hurt him. His armor Surrounded by chaotic energy, it is time to complete his revenge and release his boundless anger.

The black guards and bull riders are leaders in the Auster army, but facing the Crimson Reaper Legion, these chaotic four gods of choice warriors can only be helplessly killed, at least six talents can barely deal with A crimson reaper, even so, mortals can't resist these powerful enemies who are blessed by the true god.

What's more, Mottjin had already personally entered the battle, and every blow of the Eternal Chaos God's Choice would take away several or even more than a dozen warriors' lives.

Oleg von Zhukov valiantly killed the enemy, but he knew very well that everything would come to an end here. The horn in the south became louder and louder, and the reinforcements were still several kilometers away. In front of him, the glorious history and civilization of mankind. Being completely crushed, the only thing Oleg can do is to fight the enemy bravely.

The loyal and brave Bull Riders fell one by one. The black guards tried their best to prevent Motkin from approaching, but the Eternal God's Choice approached quickly like a terrible red and black shadow.

Leopold, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Bulls, died in the battle. His body was cut into several pieces and smashed into mash.

The head of the Oster Black Guard, Vladimir Ludnarseth, died in the battle. He was stretched out and pinched his head by Mortkin. The Eternal God chose to pierce his two thumbs into his nostrils, and then leaned against him. With one's own power, the champion's skull was directly forcibly broken, and his whole person was divided into two halves along the spine. This made Mott's blond hair a pleasant voice, and he looked at the red, white, and yellow ones. Various green liquids sprinkled from the air.

A deep sense of sadness made Oleg heartbroken. He straightened his chest like a proud wild wolf and killed the enemy with a shield and the sword of Ivan the Terrible until the bull knights defending him fell. Down, until the knight commander Gordon used his body to block the blade that attacked him from the side, until the last of his men was smashed to the head by the Crimson Reaper's warhammer, and slowly fell down until he was alone.

It's all your fault, Oleg, it's all your fault! Self-blame and sadness made Baron Wolfen almost crazy. He looked at the hundreds of Chaos Chosen who surrounded him and couldn't help laughing. Two lines of muddy tears flowed down his dusty and fleshy face. .

It's all your fault, Oleg, you don't deserve to be a disciple of your mentor, you are not a qualified wolf.

He is ready, ready to end everything here, ready to meet his own end. This is what he deserves. His recklessness and stupidity caused the Oersted to shed his blood. Now, it is Oleg. It's time to pay the price, his life may be worthless, but he has only this.

However, even this humble desire, Mottkin did not intend to satisfy, the Eternal God's Choice uttered a devilish language, and the God's Chosen immediately obeyed their orders. They gave way, and Mottkin strode forward and came to it. In front of Oleg.

Eternal God Chosen is wearing a black-red full-body Chaos God-given armor. He is nearly two meters tall. He is holding a black iron battle axe with a flashing red blade in one hand, and a **** fire sword burning with **** fire in the other. , His armor is not brand new, it is full of mortal blood, as well as the scars left by his countless epic adventures and battles. His body is covered with skulls, and his long white hair is draped from both sides of his shoulders. Signaling everyone to retreat, he wants to speak to Oleg alone.

The city is burning. Hundreds of houses, shops, temples, and union buildings are submerged in the sea of ​​fire. Chaos war mastiffs are running around, sniffing the possible traces of human beings. The mountain breeze from the Central Mountains blows down from high places. Like the laughter of the chaotic gods.

"It's all your fault, mortal." Mottkin said, his voice was like an echo from the chaos realm. The language of the devil was distorted and full of corruption, but mortals could understand its meaning with great accuracy, even if it was In the mortal world, mortals will also cause misunderstandings due to differences in language, accent and slang, but demon language is not included here. It can be accurately understood by anyone.

Oleg cursed something in a low voice. He raised the sword of Ivan the Terrible, obviously not planning to argue with Mottkin.

"It's all your fault!" Mortkin repeated contemptuously. Eternal God's Choice was not even eager to do it. He was like an old hunter who saw his prey, satisfied and gratified, with a touch of sorrow at the same time: "It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here. I hate you, Oleg, but I also appreciate you."

Eternal God Chosen moved slowly, and he whispered: "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the feeling of being alive. You have destroyed my hometown. Now I have also destroyed yours. It's fair. You gave me one. The reason for living is revenge. Really, I really appreciate you."

"The only wrong thing I did in my life was that I didn't kill all the Norsca, so that you left the leftover seed!" Oleg finally spoke, hatred and hatred on his face, that It's a deep hatred.

"Yes, we all hate each other. It doesn't need a reason. I know you must have hated the Norsca since childhood, and I was also taught from childhood to learn to take loot and head from the Southerners to decorate myself." Motekin nodded lightly, and a deep sense of sorrow appeared in the heart of Eternal God's Choice. This is reincarnation. This hatred can never be solved. It can only be cleaned with blood. Everyone is the plaything of the gods. I used to Know everything and don't want to be manipulated, but...I am a mortal after all! I cannot remain indifferent to all this.

The Cthulhu had his wish. Three or four hundred thousand good men died in battle to satisfy the Cthulhu's greed, and I, Mottjin, offered everything to complete my revenge.

At least for now, I can finally stop chasing fate.

"Now, it's very fair. You destroyed my hometown, Oleg, and I destroyed yours." Motkin nodded calmly: "You slaughtered all my family members in Dragon Fort, and I slaughtered too. Your people, you have taken away the glory that belongs to you, Norsca Conqueror, and I have also taken away the glory that belongs to me, Destroyer of the South."

Oleg's face showed a look of grief and self-blame. What he couldn't see was that Mottkin also showed the same expression.

"Let it all end now, I'm tired, tired, and tired." Eternal God's Choice signaled that Oleg can attack: "I will give you three chances. It is my apology. I'm sorry, Ole. Ge-von-Zhukov, I don’t want to be like this either. I apologize to all the human compatriots who died in this war. Or they may be imperials, Mrs. Kiesler, or dwarves, elves, or Bretonians. I sincerely hope that they can go to a free and peaceful country after their death, without war or hatred."

Oleg finally couldn't bear Mortkin's hypocrisy, and Baron Wolfen broke out with a war cry: "For the Empire! For Oster! For Father Wolf and Father!"

The deafening roar was accompanied by the figure who swooped towards Mottjin, the sword of Ivan the Terrible fell heavily on Mottjin's chest, and the sound of thunder sounded through the audience.

"Dang!" The saber royal family's inheritance sword stabbed on the breastplate, and then was bounced away. The huge chaotic energy appeared on the armor. Dozens of chaotic runes flashed crazy and powerful. The energy field of Ivan the Terrible made it impossible for the sword of Ivan the Terrible to advance, and Oleg was forced to retreat.

"This is the first blow." Motkin nodded calmly, indicating that Oleg can continue.

Unwilling to believe all of this, Oleg turned into a charged punch this time. He twirled his body, took a posture, used all the power of his waist and back, and slammed with one arrow, the sword of Ivan the Terrible. This time he slashed down and took Motekin's neck position along the seam of the armor. The frost power on the blade became more and more violent. This blow was enough to kill any chaos champion!

"Dang! The blade hit Mottjin's neck guard, and the chaotic energy field swayed, but the blade was still bounced away.

"This is the second blow."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! In the air, smashing down like the central mountains collapsed in a head-to-face style, Baron Wolfen completely gave up any defense.

The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell, and the weight of his whole body fell on Mottjin's shoulder.

"Clang~" A white mark was left on the shoulder armor of the Eternal God's Choice, and Motkin slowly nodded, "Is this the power of your revenge? I feel it, Oleg, I approve of you, I approve You are my enemy, my old enemy, and my opponent."

"Now, it's my turn!" Mortkin held both the black iron battle axe and the hellfire sword.

Oleg quickly stepped back and picked up the shield from the ground, and in the next instant, Motkin's attack had already reached him.

The first smash smashed Oleg's shield. This strong shield, blessed by Priest Tal and refined by the dwarves, exploded to pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The second and third shots fell on the blocked sword of Ivan the Terrible. This legendary sword of the Shah royal family broke out several holes, but Oleg still resisted it, his hands and feet rushed, his whole body numb.

The face behind Mottkin's armor couldn't help showing an expression of admiration.

In the fourth blow, the sword of Ivan the Terrible burst into pieces, and the Hell Axe swept across, cutting Oleg's left leg directly along his thigh. Oleg let out a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground. , The heavy iron boots stepped on Baron Wolfen’s chest.

Motkin felt the strong resistance from the iron boots and Oleg's strong struggle, and he also felt Baron Wolfen's determination to stand up and fight again.

What if you were also a Norska? Mottkin thought in his heart: You are worthy of endless glory and supremacy, you just chose the wrong path.

Eternal God Xuan suddenly recalled the time when he grew up in Longbao when he was a child and learned various combat skills. Despite the cold, despite the lack of supplies, and despite the competition, he can still remember the past.

Even if Oleg was killed, his hometown, Longbao, would not be able to return.

The deep emotional voice echoed in Mottjin's mind, and the Eternal God Xuan suddenly stopped his actions, and he made a choice that surprised the Chaos God Xuan who were cheering around him.

The Hellfire Sword fell in response, pierced Oleg's eyes, then fell into its skull, and then continued to send it down, piercing deeply into the slate ground, until Motkin felt the smell of mud.

Oleg's body twitched twice, and then he stopped moving.

"The end of the story is not always a happy reunion." Eternal God Selection didn't feel any joy at this time, he could only be deeply relieved.

it's finally over.

With the sound of the horn from far and near, a huge army has always appeared to the south of Wolfen City. It is the army led by Ryan! They eagerly want to support Wolfenberg!

However, Mottkin had already ambushed more than a dozen Chaos Demon Legions in the south, led by the eternal dancers of the evil demon, and a large number of monster war gangs, led by the two-headed Chaos God Chosen giant Gu Ge, and the Chaos Demon ambushed. The reinforcements coming from a long-distance rush marched the already exhausted reinforcements into chaos, and the gang of monsters also effectively blocked the charge of the knights.

In addition, the chaotic dwarves spent a day building deep trenches and artillery positions according to Mortkin's orders. The knights lost countless horses under their ambush shooting. The reinforcements were too eager to be hit by this wave of head-on, and suffered heavy losses. .

Ryan had to immediately order the reorganization of the army.

Eternal God Chosen watched this scene calmly, the reinforcements thought they could catch up? I really thought I was not prepared for anything?

Comedy needs a reason, tragedy doesn't need it.

"In the end, I want the world to remember me." Mortkin drew out the Hellfire Sword. He roared loudly. His voice echoed throughout Wolfenberg, reaching the Central Mountain Range, Shadow Forest and All the nearby areas cannot be stopped for a long time.

"The king of the northern court, the dark iron predator, the king of Norsca, the leader of the ruined legion, the son of the blood red sky, the unparalleled warrior who defeated the wife of the blood god, the eternal choice of chaos, the dark iron-Mottjin is here! !!!"

"Do you want the glory of defeating me? Do you want my head?!"

"Come and get it!!!"