Warhammer Throne

PS: One more chapter is added for the leader "Dark Master" and "Huabing Uchis"!

In May 2521 of the imperial calendar, on the far shore of the ocean, Ruscia, the first temple, the first city, Itaza.

Lord Crocker, the old demon toad, was sitting on his golden throne, breathing slightly, closing his eyes tightly until the sound of footsteps outside disrupted Crocker's meditation.

A skink priest entered in anxiously, and even the temple guard who tried to stop it at the door was forcibly pushed away. The temple guard and a lizard ancient blood warrior angrily signaled it to roll down. It was not qualified to enter directly here: " You don’t belong here!"

"I have something urgent and must report to the lord!"

"The High Lord is sleeping!"

"I must immediately..."

"Let it come in." Crocker's voice came from the hall, and the guard who blocked the skink priest at the door immediately stepped aside and lowered his head.

"Great Lord, the situation is not good! The great guardian triangle has collapsed!" The Skink priest immediately walked to Kroc, bowed and signaled: "The enemy of our race has dropped dozens of demon legions into the mortal world. The seal of Whitaker has been broken, and countless demons have poured out from the ruins. It is reported that his coach is the demon prince who claims to be the "Truth Seeker" and the "Hand of Destiny", Eribas."

"I know all that." Under the huge lotus leaf, Venerable Crocker was a little slow. Since being resurrected by the young old sage, Crocker tried his best to change everything through his own power, but with The Great Guard keeps disappearing or being destroyed. The Great Lord has realized that something cannot be changed: "The dark forces have come, and the ancient enemies are coming."

"The twin-tailed comet has already appeared, this is the power of Sotego." said the saurman ancient blood warrior.

Above the colorful sky, a two-tailed comet traverses the sky and is moving at an extremely slow speed.

"The fork of Sotigo means hope, or is it...destruction? My lord?" The Skink Priest asked towards Kroc, who bowed down to show respect.

"Everything is the choice of the big plan." Crocker murmured, and its fat body moved under the cover of lotus leaves: "The war leader Kuga and the son of the ancient sage, Fugen, form a coalition army. The enemy is held firmly within Zawhitak."

"Yes!"

After speaking, Kroc immediately spread a thought to Hesiota, the city of the sun, and then dozens of thoughts, hundreds of thoughts, spread all over the lizard people's temple cities.

Hundreds of Demon Toads wake up from their deep sleep? They all stretched out a hand.

In the subspace? Dozens of bright and orderly light spots suddenly appeared in the raging chaotic wind, and they were linked here? A bright star map was lit.

"Strengthen the great guard!"

"The big plan has failed! Start now? Prepare the big evacuation plan!"

The devastated world ushered in a respite following the actions of Devil Toad.

Under the imperial city of Ivyheim, the river of Ivy River roared and turned into a bright red river of blood? When thousands of horrific demons slaughtered more than a dozen villages along the banks of the river, soldiers came to the city of Ivyheim? The elector Marius-Letterdorf summoned all the elite of Ivey to prepare to defend it? But when the demon army was preparing to attack the city, a breeze blew, and all the demons disappeared.

Under the Eight Peaks Mountain, the combined forces of the High King Thorgrin and the Eight Peaks Mountain King Belega formed a shield wall? Joint battle? To resist the sudden emergence of the Chaos Demon Army, the human army of the Three Guards of the Badlands was first defeated by the Chaos Demon. When the dwarf colossus started and entered the battlefield, the blood-red rainstorm day suddenly became cloudy and clear.

When Midden took the lead, Epidemius, the king of maggots, was unwilling to hide in the forest? He almost succeeded in poisoning the water in Middenheim, infecting the hand, foot and mouth disease to everybody in White Wolf City. A person? Just because of the sudden reduction of the Chaos Wind, it has lost the strength to resist the Demon Hunter squad? Can only continue to wait for the opportunity.

Tyrell has been plagued by the terrible plague and inexplicable disappearance for a long time, and at night? The wonderful fragrance has taken away the souls of thousands of people? These struggling souls will be trapped in the wicked silk throne for the rest of their lives? Until the dark prince got bored.

And Bretania may be the only country that has not suffered much. The Sun King Ryan is standing with his five sons among the corpses of countless Nurg and wicked demons. The Vengeance sips the blood of the demons and psionic energy. The light ignited the uncleanness of the subspace, and the chaos in the Principality of Jisole Oaks had been calmed down.

In the southern part of the kingdom, the Chaos Demon was forced to succumb to the might of Anglang and the Emperor's Forbidden Army. The Gene Primarch of the World Devourer held his nephew in one hand and taught him the skills of fighting. Sitting on the **** of the horror Demon Carrasco, he was divided into two. On half of his head, one of the dwarven artifacts Tomahawk Meat Slicer and Ripper was embedded in the forehead of the Great Demon, the other was to smash a Terrorist Demon Chariot, and the two Terrorist Blood Dog heads moved on the scene.

Anglang looked at the Terrorist Demon Army with cold eyes. Among them, he met some acquaintances.

Some things have sneaked in.

However, in the next second, the horrifying demons disappeared with their corpses in an instant, but the Emperor Forbidden Army and Anglang were not surprised. On the contrary, they were ready to welcome the appearance of the Chaos Demon again.

The world is wailing, the sky is burning.

Of course, there is another place to bear the brunt.

That is the home of the high elves, the location of the maelstrom, Osu'an.

Phoenix King Fenuba strolled in his Phoenix King courtyard.

Da Duck has never felt that one day, he is so powerless.

The Maelstrom is violently fluctuating, even if the White Tower Masters put in all the manpower and material resources for the first time, they still can't suppress the appearance of the Chaos Demon.

Charles is in a hurry! Iris is in a hurry!

Chaos-like demons appeared from the mortal world to destroy the manor and slaughter the elves.

At this time, it was the time when the King of Phoenix was needed, but Fenuba reluctantly discovered that the right arm he relied on the most was the absence of the Tai brothers, the absence of Prince Aysarian of Iris, those high-precision heroes, those generals who could stand alone. We, none of them are in Osu'an!

If it’s another Phoenix King, he might choose to personally wear it at this time, but Fenuba has always been wise and intelligent. He knows very well that at present, the best and most suitable way for him is to take good care of him. Stay in the Phoenix Palace, waiting for Tyrion and Targris to return.

Unspeakable pain and anxiety filled Finnuba's chest. The Phoenix King was almost restless. He couldn't rest or think well at all. He could only walk around in the royal court helplessly.

What made Fenuba more painful was the voice of Asu Yan, Lord of the Phoenix.

"??????"

"?????????"

"??????"

"????????????????"

Finnuba couldn't understand what Asu Yan was talking about, but the endless curse and ruthlessness in the cold and indifferent tone of the Phoenix Lord made Finnuba feel the same.

This was the curse of the Phoenix Throne, and now, as the Maelstrom became unstable, some words became clearer.

Osu'an is like spring all seasons, when Finnuba only felt cold, so cold, the Phoenix King added a robe to himself, and it was still cold.

Now, he was strolling in the courtyard, enjoying the reflection of the starlight dotted on the fountain of the Phoenix Palace. The Phoenix King looked up at the square sky outside the window. He couldn't help but want to roar and let all the depression on his body. The anxiety and the whispers from Asu Yan were all driven out.

The Phoenix King is for my sake, so...

However, Finnuba knew very well that if it weren't for the Tais brothers, he would have died hundreds of times. If it were not for the Tais brothers, it would be impossible for him to sit safely on the throne for two to three hundred years.

This terrible sense of contradiction makes Fenuba both desperate and indignant.

The former Finnuba crossed the mountains and the sea, and also crossed the sea of ​​people. The azure sea allowed me to gallop. At that time, the Phoenix King was heroic, confident, full of ideals and passion, and passionate. He developed his own "blue sky" all over the world. route".

Many people say that when people get old, they live by memories.

The Phoenix King was thinking about everything, until the gorgeous fountain in front of him suddenly rippled out after waves. The Phoenix King subconsciously looked into the pool of the fountain, and the eyes of the Phoenix King instantly shrank into a ball!

An elf wearing a golden mask with blue eyes was emerging from the fountain. Finnuba subconsciously looked for his weapon. However, when the Phoenix King, who had been in battle for a long time, just held the hilt of the long sword at his waist, a black The hairy, thin, and slender elf was already standing behind him, his whole body shining brightly, looking like a ghost: "Sailor, do you remember how to hold the sword and how to use it?"

"Of course!" Finnuba drew out his sword and swung it a few times in vain, only to cut the light and shadow of nothingness.

The sailor was very frustrated because he found that his sword skills were really bad, especially the mocking eyes of the opponent, like watching a monkey waving a wooden stick in his hand.

"Go on, go on." The black-haired elf's voice was playful and cruel, and he looked at Finnuba and motioned for him to continue.

Fenuba began to back up, and sweat broke out on King Phoenix's forehead. He backed back one after another until his hair was wet with sweat: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, the magic enchantment of the king court is the white tower masters. It’s a masterpiece, and it hasn’t been broken by external forces. How did you get in!"

"Guess, aren't you Asu very good at guessing?" The black-haired elf smiled: "Guess hard, just like you guessed Asuyan's will. Phoenix kings of all generations...except for my father. Is it by guessing or guessing?"

Finnuba retreated to a cabinet. The Phoenix King’s weak body slammed the cabinet, and the glass bottle on it shook back and forth. The Phoenix King hurriedly looked towards the gate of the palace, where he was supposed to be the guard of heaven. Neither is there nor the White Lion Guard!

"Why didn't you guess?" The black-haired elf, or the Witch King Malekiss sneered: "Indeed, the guardian magic of the Phoenix Court has bothered me and my mother for a long time, whether it is the Hecate Sorceress Hall of my mother, Either Hal Gunsey, Heliban’s Kane Assassin, or originally my first warrior "Poison Blade" Julian, failed to break the guardian barrier of the royal court. Fortunately, you have one A close friend provided me with a little help."

Finnuba's eyes suddenly widened: "Tegris!"

"Everyone...including my staff said that Fenuba, the King of Sailing, is a wise and intelligent Phoenix King, and it is true!" Malekis gave full affirmation, and the Witch King almost gave a thumbs up: " You really know how to guess, Finnuba, no wonder they chose you as the king. It is said that the most important quality of the Phoenix King is guessing, guessing all kinds of hints from the nobles, guessing the various conspiracies of high-precision princes, and guessing that happens every day in Phoenix The parties in the royal court are the same."

While talking, Malekis laughed wildly, and he applauded desperately: "Master guessing, Fenuba, the Lothern riddler! Asuyan's affirmation! Relying on countless fire avoidance curses, fire avoidance props, and fire avoidance secrets, and An'Orthodox' Phoenix King!"

Finnuba's complexion turned red immediately, and the Phoenix King clenched his fists. He began to counterattack: "It is said that there is an idiot who knows nothing and can't wait to personally walk into the Asuyan flame. Let us guess who he is. ?"

The black-haired elf smiled sternly, and Finnuba's words pierced his strong armor, but thinking of the "truth" Targris said to himself, Malekiss quickly didn't care: "It doesn't matter, now you see too. When it comes, a new battle for heaven is about to begin. The elves need heroes, and Asu Yan needs a true descendant of Ainario to become the Phoenix King and save the elves."

"That will be Tyrion too! Malekis, don't think about it!" Finnuba put down his sword, and the Phoenix King roared, "I would rather take the throne..."

"The throne is never yours. Mortals always do that. When they get it, they feel that they are their own." Malekis suddenly became indifferent: "Tyrion? The incompetent, the eternal queen's skirt. The lower minister, he has never inherited the real Ainario bloodline, he has only inherited Kane’s curse, oh, and his precious daughter~"

"That's my daughter!" Finnuba's mouth was open, and the Phoenix King wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and he tried to argue.

"Your daughter? Wow! That's great!" Malekis was taken aback, and then laughed wildly: "I was wondering what Tyrion did for you? It made you admit Ellie willingly. Sara is your daughter? You really don't care?"

"Of course, I don't care, as long as it is for the future of Asul." Finnuba gritted his teeth, and there were blue veins on the Phoenix King's forehead.

"It's really for the future of Azul, why did you react calmly when Alisala had an accident? Why didn't you pass the position to Tyrion earlier? So that he and his daughter can be justified?" Malekiss watched. With a painful expression on Finnuba’s face, he continued to sneer: “On the contrary, when you see that half of the white pagoda is Tyrion’s best friend, you will see that the princes are either his lover or his allies. Then try hard to get a good relationship with Imric? Because only Imric can fight that hairy boy."

Fenuba was speechless, his hands clenched into fists, jealousy and envy gnawing at his heart and soul.

"It is said that the Eternal Queen Ellarili is a great beauty. When your good brother Tyrion and your legal wife Eternal Queen Ellarili are up and down at night, what are you doing?" Malekis said: "Oh! I remember, he has prepared substitutes for you, those high-precision celebrities! Then he can fall in love with your wife as much as possible!"

"The marriage between the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen is a nominal... marriage, this is just... asur... a co-governance... symbol."

"Oh? Really? I don't believe it." Malekis pretended to be surprised.

Finnuba couldn't speak anymore, and the Phoenix King swore that this was the most embarrassing moment in his life. Everything about him seemed to be invisible in front of his cousin and rival, the Witch King Malekis.

Don't you really care?

How is that possible!

But he quickly launched a counterattack. The Phoenix King took a deep breath, his expression changed from embarrassment to contempt. He slapped Malekiss face with a slap, but only a piece of air was swept: "Heh, what about this? Horse? Lekis, the boring Witch King, this is my enchantment, my territory, this is my royal court, what can you do? You are a shadow, can’t hurt me, I know, I’m all I know that the Chaos Demon has appeared in Osu's safety zone. My people need me, my kingdom needs me, and the elves and gods need me, and I am the Phoenix King!"

"It's a pity, but according to Targris, I was the one chosen by Asu Yan, not you, Finnuba, never." Malekis did not hurt Finnuba, Witch King. He regained his cruelty and ruthlessness: "Although I don’t fully believe what he said, all kinds of prophecies, astrological revelation and the old woman **** Jasmine-Haig, plus Lilith’s prophecy, are all evidence of some kind. I think it’s worth it. Try, but it’s okay. If you get Targris, he loses the value of use, or if I find that the prediction is wrong, I will solve him without hesitation. Unfortunately, you can't see it anymore."

Several chaotic runes were written by Malekiss. Soon, a portal was opened, and a horrifying bloodletter rushed out of the portal in an instant. Finnuba was anxious and unconsciously grabbed the sword, but The horror of the bloodletter was extremely fast, and Finnuba himself was not good at martial arts, and soon he was wounded by the horror of the bloodletter's sword and claws, his throat was cut, and blood spurted wildly.

The blood stained the entire pool fountain.

Before dying, Finnuba summoned all his strength, and he pierced the forehead of the horrifying bloodletter with a sword, and pierced in along the Eight Pillars of Chaos Emblem.

The sailor is not vulnerable!

The bloodletting ghost turned to fly ash in pain, and Finnuba was also dead. The Phoenix King covered his throat and yelled at the smiling Malekis: "You will never win the heart of the Osu'an. , You will never...cough cough...become the Phoenix King, you will not get Osuan, you...can...get...only a curse."

"That's your curse, not mine." Malekis looked at the dying Finnuba, and an ancient memory suddenly appeared in front of the Witch King. The second Phoenix King, his best friend Beo Chanel In the same way, he fell into a pool of blood. His voice dulled a little, and finally showed some emotion. He said to himself, his voice was inaudible: "I'm sorry, Finnuba, everything was wrong from the beginning. You did not learn the courage of your father, you only learned to deceive, and I did not learn the persistence of my father, only his stubbornness."

After the words were finished, the figure of the Witch King also disappeared in the Phoenix Palace.

Only Fenuba remained in the courtyard, and his dying heartbeat.

Finnuba gasped, and the Phoenix King suddenly felt very relaxed. He stopped struggling, but let his body gradually lose consciousness.

fair enough.

"????????????" Asu Yan whispered again.

"Shut up! You bastard! With your curse and your beep, go to hell!"

Finnuba issued his last words.

Then everything returned to tranquility.

Only the fountain dyed light red and the soft sound of water remained.

Finnuba, the king of the sea, died here.