Warhammer Throne

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PS2: The Mottkin invasion has come to an end. This paragraph is almost exhausted. I will write more easily in the next period of time. Yes

Ryan didn't want to care about Lei Man Ruth, Asby.

He now feels that Ruth's logic is indeed very simple and rude. When the two people were so violent before, the old wolf said that he would reconcile if he reconciled, and he also took the initiative to make a smile. It was really not a bit of blood and spine.

Moreover, the fierce battle in Wolfenburg after the forced march came, the reinforcements lost more than 12,000 people, and the Oster local defenders lost more than 8,000 people.

By the end of the Battle of Wolfen, the more than 38,000 expeditionary forces that Ryan brought from Brittania removed the dead and wounded, leaving only more than 28,000 people to continue the battle. Midden Sea The army also suffered a lot of losses, but these are still acceptable.

Ryan ignored Ruth's hand, but motioned to him to take it back: "Since it was his father's intention, I will give you face, but I can give you face, but my army can't do it. You must give enough money in this matter. compensation."

"Enough care." Ruth withdrew his hand indifferently. He actually didn't take Ryan too seriously. He is too young. Although he is not bad in strength, he still has a gap compared with himself: " I brought back a lot of gold and silver from the Far East, and I gave it all to you. You'd better prepare dozens of carts to install it."

"What did you bring back?" Ryan asked strangely.

"You'll know when you look at it later." Ruth didn't feel in the mood to say to Leondor. He stood up and walked towards the funeral.

At the funeral, blossoming large purple thistle flowers were placed on Oleg’s chest. Elector Wamir stood in front of Oleg’s corpse. The Elector cried silently, and his sorrow filled him with speechless grief. heart.

He once regarded Oleg as his pride. He once wanted to pass it to him in a few more years. He once thought that maybe Oleg could lead Oleg to get rid of poverty and the threat of foreign enemies. , Towards prosperity and prosperity.

Now, everything is broken.

All ruined.

"The castle of the ancestors has been destroyed, my son, I don't even have the chance to let you be buried in the tomb of the ancestors." Wamir von Zhukov was tearful, but he still suppressed himself forcibly: "None."

"Son, sometimes I really don't want you to be like this. Instead of being a hero, it is better to live as a mortal." The elector said loudly, "But this is fate! This is the fate of the Osters!"

"May this thistle be with you, soothe the heroic spirits, and the horn will sound!"

"Rest in peace, Oleg, you will always be part of the Oster collar."

The flame burned, the corpse turned to ashes, and the green smoke curled up. Under the light of the morning light, the elector sighed. He looked at Wolfenberg’s current tragedy: "Charlemagne is on the top. In the face of such a disaster era, it was a young man who died young, and I, a middle-aged man, lingered..."

"Why does it become like this?"

"My son, because this is the price of being a hero!" Before the electorate, he could not speak for a long time.

Liman Ruth sang the old ballad of Fenris, and at the same time the wolf king gently pressed Vasily’s shoulder. This is a boy under twenty years old, but he is already very mature. He gritted his teeth. No tears shed, because Ruth did not shed tears either.

The Wolf King is always tolerant to children: "Cry if you want, Vasily."

"I won't cry until the last Norsca is dead, mentor!" Vasily was holding Oleg's relic in his hand, the golden bull statue on the kneepad, holding it tightly and tightly.

Ryan sat on the steps, and the King of Knights saw this scene a little sad, but also a little fortunate. He sighed. The endless war is really easy to get tired and bored.

"Thistle flower is said to be a symbol of the Auster collar, because it symbolizes strictness and vengeance." Just beside, Aralos limped up to Ryan and sat down. The wood elf hero hit Ryan a little embarrassedly. A greeting: "Are you interested in hearing the story of thistle flower? The Knight King?"

"Please tell me." Ryan has already learned the story of Alaloth from the Butcher King and the Oster Defenders, and I have to say that this time Alalos's behavior has greatly changed everyone. He and the Butcher King Agrim -Iron Fist defeated Kaghank, the horror demon who was greatly strengthened by a large-scale ritual, and made great achievements in the guard battle. At a critical moment, he and the Butcher King teamed up to blow up the Chaos Dwarf's gunpowder depot.

In the end, Aralos shot through the right eye of the chaotic dwarf warlord Hussein Said, and the Butcher King took the opportunity to split the forehead of his distant relative with an axe.

The work of immortality has been created. Even though Ryan knew that these were Lilith's meanings, the Knight King still thanked Araloth. After facing Ruth, Ryan was in a bad mood, and he could only barely squeeze one out. Smiling face, motioned Alalos to continue.

"It is said that before the establishment of the empire, the Ubbs tribe of Auster led a long war with the Norsca barbarians. In fact, the Carolingian tribe and the Thuringian tribe were led by Charlemagne. Before the arrival of the Blingudan tribe, which is now in the position of Ivey, the Ubs tribe had always been at a disadvantage in the war." Alaros still looked at Ryan a little uncomfortable, after all, the glorious victory of the Battle of the Three Kings had spread throughout the old world.

We must know that the wood elves and the beasts have fought in the forest of Azoloron for thousands of years. Olain Allai personally played again and again, and Esley has made all the best, and has never played such a brilliant and terrible victory. It is said that as long as the beasts in the entire empire see Ryan's figure and his heraldic banner, they will be frightened and **** and run for their lives in a hurry.

"Once, the Ubbs tribe was surrounded by the Norskars in a stronghold. The barbarians wanted to attack the stronghold along the entire moat. As a result, there were large areas of thistle on the road. The barbarians eagerly attacked most of them. After being cut on the leg by thistle flower, the Ubs took the opportunity to counterattack, broke through the siege and won a big victory.” Alalos looked at the sky and said: “Therefore, thistle flower symbolizes revenge and sternness, and represents the Osters. The will to never surrender."

"... It can be seen that the Eternal Chaos God's Choice was... forget it, now it doesn't make sense." Ryan put away the nemesis, and the Knight Dynasty cared about Aralos: "Your legs, are you okay?"

"Legs? Can you dedicate yourself to Lilith, what can one leg count?" Aralos patted the knees that he had already dealt with and hit the wooden planks. The Wood Elf hero looked indifferent: "Just go back to Esso Loren Just rest for a while."

"Get a good rest for a few months," Ryan said casually.

"A few months?" Aralos gave me the expression that you were teasing: "This kind of injury, do you think it will be healed in a few months? Wow, the human heart is really sinister, I don't understand that you are cursing me. Still laughing at me, Esley is no better than you humans. Even if I drank the berry wine brewed from the fountain of life in the oak tree of the age, I would have to recuperate for nearly ten years at least, unless Isha showed a miracle."

"Thanks." Ryan understood why the elf would need to rest for months or even years as long as it was hurt. The Knight King was speechless and could only change the subject: "We will always remember your contribution."

"Hope." Aralos spread his hands towards Ryan, and he threw a package to Ryan: "I should go now. My leg is injured like this. I am destined to be unable to participate in the next battle. This is for you."

"This is?" Ryan took the package and found it was not heavy.

"This is another fragment of Lilith's Star Crown. It comes from the ruins of Vorag Fortress in the south of the Dark Realm." Alaros nodded: "Collect it and give it to Lilith. Remember our Esley's help."

After speaking, Aralos got up and left.

On the other side, at the funeral, Marshal Heilberg spoke with the emperor’s champion and flag officer Ludwig Schwarzheimer. Heilberg shook his head painfully. There is nothing like seeing the empire being tortured and tortured. To this extent Marshal Rick felt even more distressed: "Ludwig, I think I am shaken."

"..." The white-bearded grandfather, the sanctuary powerhouse, the emperor's private champion and flag officer Ludwig, shook his head.

"Everyone thinks that Mottkin was defeated because of our arrival, because he committed suicide because of fear of failure, because he was defeated by our two sides." Heilberg said painfully: "You know, if Mo If Tekin does not commit suicide, we may be able to win this war, but at least 40,000 of the 80,000 people who came in our rush must fall forever on the ruins of Wolfen. At least he can fight and hurt us both. , Yes, we have many sanctuary powerhouses here, very many, but from Oleg's body, it is not easy to defeat Mottjin."

"However, he gave up. He gave up the desperate fight. He gave up the temptation to be promoted. He even gave up breaking through. What kind of person is this Eternal God's Choice?"

"He is a warrior, a true warrior." Ludwig muttered: "Fortunately, he committed suicide. Without his command, the Chaos Army will be scattered like gravel."

After the funeral was over, everyone reached a tacit agreement after discussion.

That is about how to publicize the victory of this battle to the outside world.

The human coalition in Wolfenburg defeated the Chaos army in an upright confrontation. There was the tenacious resistance and perseverance of the Osters, the support of the Butcherburg dwarves, and the help of the wood elves. With the joint efforts of everyone, Wo Alfenburg was able to persist until the arrival of reinforcements.

The Chaos army was defeated by the enemy on both sides. The Eternal Chaos God Chosen Mottjin was fully aware of his destined failure, so he decided to commit suicide to avoid the coming shame.

The victory of the human coalition over the Chaos Army is destined, and there is no doubt that it means that justice must defeat evil, and this means that order must defeat Chaos. No matter how many efforts and attempts Chaos makes, they are doomed to fail, because Order Coalition is undefeatable!

Long live the empire! Long live mankind! Long live the old world!

After cleaning the battlefield, the exhausted army stayed in Wolfenburg and began to rest. Ryan estimated that it would take at least a week for his army to recover from exhaustion.

At the same time, the army began to count the specific losses. The rear and front intelligence also arrived in Wolfenburg one by one.

In the afternoon of the same day, Ryan's Breton knight king was among the red, blue and golden tents.

Since Wolfenburg has all been reduced to ruins except for the Bull Castle in the Neiburg, the army can only be stationed in the ruins at present. Ryan saw that most of the refugees were still crowded in the ruined walls and mine caves and survived. He couldn't bear it and refused. In response to the invitation of the Elector of Wamir to let him live in Wolfenburg, he chose to find a burnt-down noble manor directly in the city and set up a tent in it.

After shamelessly assigning many affairs to Lawn and Morgiana, and putting forward some guidance, Ryan finally had the opportunity to take a rest. He first took a nap in the tent and fell asleep. Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, he subconsciously yelled: "Olika? Pour me a glass of water."

"There is no Orika here, my dear." The visitor was Veronica, and the Witch Garland changed into a set of late apricot and chufang light ink and colorful vertical buckle fishtail skirt with flesh-colored pantyhose and a pair of flaming red high heels. , Her sweet and delicate face became more and more crystal clear, with a ring with a salamander pattern on her left ring finger, wearing a high-precision Yseramar silver master-grade soft armor from Bafeng Mountain, Veronica In this battle, she also got a chance to perform. She defeated the treacherous **** Hal-Eye of Eternity. Unfortunately, due to the heavy snow and the lord of the highest element of ice, Veronica's flame magic could not be used to the fullest. Power, in the end Hal escaped, and the coalition forces really didn't have the energy to chase after him.

Hearing Ryan subconsciously calling Olica's name, the female speaker's face slightly bulged, she poured a glass of water in front of Ryan, and said displeased: "Miss your Olica? Honey, then why are you? Don't bring Olyka out?"

Ryan was still a little dizzy in his sleep at this time. The Knight King drank a sip of water, smiled and stretched out his arm around Veronica, and fell on the bed. Veronica screamed and quickly covered her mouth, but she was caught Ryan hugged a full embrace: "You fellow! There are many people out there!"

"Isn't you going to give you a chance to perform without Orika?" Ryan stretched out his hand to take off Veronica's high heels, hugged his first woman and fumbled on her silk feet, smelling between her hair. With the strong smell of rose perfume, the Knight King hummed with enjoyment: "My dear, come hug me."

"Really... thinking of Olica, come and hug me again." Veronica struggled for a while and couldn't get rid of Ryan's arm. She could only hold him a bit wronged. The female speaker leaned in Ryan's arms and took it out. I wrote a letter: "Now, news from the rear, your imperial lady and your Teresa have already set off for Wolfenberg, and they are expected to arrive in five days."

"Have all the troops in the southern part of the empire passed the Tarabek River?" Ryan took the letter and looked at it casually. This kind of official document is usually enough to skip the general content and read a few sentences.

"Well, in addition to these few troops, Helmut Feuerbach, Grand Duke Tarabek and Elector of Tarabeheim, suddenly decided to send a large army to support us, and another one to divide the merits of the war." Veronica said disdainfully, the female speaker finally motioned to Ryan not to sleep in bed after enjoying herself being hugged by a man for a few minutes: "Get up, dear, you still have a lot of things to deal with."

"What else?" Ryan had no choice but to let go of Veronica. The female speaker put her silk feet into her high heels. She in turn hugged Ryan and buried his face in her chest: "Honey, There are a few things, the first is about the issue of war seizures and how to distribute them. Raun has already discussed some results, but you still have to decide."

"Hmm~" Ryan was squeezed comfortably by Veronica.

"The second thing is that your brother said if he had time to find him, he said he would compensate you for the loss."

"I know, he told me." Ryan nodded.

"The third thing is... Ryan, there are a lot of refugees here, and there are a lot of children." Veronica rolled her eyes and said excitedly: "I looked at it and found that there are a few girls who are gifted in magic. ,is not it……"

"Then you are going to talk to the Elector Wolfen." Ryan did not agree, but did not refuse: "Go and discuss the price with the Elector by yourself. They all know you are mine anyway."

"Hey hey~ I’m yours, I’ve always been." Veronica knew that Ryan was giving her a platform, she couldn’t help but gave a kiss, and then patted Ryan on the shoulder and motioned to him. Get up quickly.

Ten minutes later, Ryan and Veronica walked out of the King’s Tent together. There was a very lively and amazed voice outside. Everyone seemed to be watching something interesting. Even the old guards and the holy grail knights gathered. Together, he was surprised. Seeing Ryan came, everyone gave way: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, look! It's a bear! What a cute bear, we have never seen such a cute giant bear! Its color is so strange. ."

"Giant bear?" Ryan glanced curiously.

Just above the clearing of the ruins, two giant bears in black and white are eating together.

Black ears, dark circles, and limbs are all black. At the same time, they look like a giant white bear wearing a black waistcoat, which arouses everyone's onlookers and heated discussions. Their naive appearance makes everyone temporarily forget the pain caused by the war.

One of the giant bears was sitting on the ground, eating a grilled pork ribs delivered by the crowd, and the chewing sound of chirping was like eating and broadcasting on the spot.

The other giant bear was even more arrogant. It stood upright, with hands on hips and mouth wide open, so angry.

Come and feed me!

An old guard took out an apple and stuffed it into its mouth. The giant bear smelled the apple and expressed satisfaction. It stretched out its hand and grabbed the apple and bit out half of it. He took the rest in his hand. To eat.

"???" Ryan looked a little dumbfounded.

Isn't this... a panda?

Why did you appear here?