Warhammer Throne

On the Montferre Pass at night, the evil moon Mothrib hangs high.

The lonely cold wind blows through the mountain pass, the meadows on the Montferre high mountains are swaying in the wind, and the gray mountain peaks in the clouds and fog in the distance remain snow-covered all year round. Flowing down the city, passing by Gisoleaux and Moussilon into the sea.

The Principality of Montfort is located in the upper reaches of the Grismori River, which is no less majestic than at the Moussilon estuary, but the water is rushing and the raging waves are rushing to the shore, and it is also a little more dangerous.

The whole battalion of the Breton Jihadists mourned the death of the Breton Marshal and the old guard Bertrand.

Among them, no one is more sad than the old guards acting commander-in-chief Raymond.

Raymond, a fugitive from the Principality of Lyonasse, the hungry guy took his old mother and younger brother out of the village, fled south, experiencing unimaginable difficulties along the way, and finally escaped into Xia Long Forest.

There, he ushered in a new life, and his old mother and younger brother Thomas ushered in a new life.

His mother is more than sixty this year, but her body is very healthy. His younger brother Thomas is now Musilon's great engineer and is now in the army.

Raymond himself has been ranked among the guards of the Holy Grail. He exists as the deputy commander and acting commander of the old guards. From a mud-legged guard to the Holy Grail guard, his story has inspired generations of Bretonian serfs. Tell them that even the mud legs in the country, as long as they work hard, they will become the guards of the Holy Grail.

Is it very chicken soup? Even if not, because too many serfs got rid of their low status by the war, and changed their fate against the sky.

For Raymond, Bertrand is his mentor and friend. When he arrived in Jean City, Bertrand took him into the local area. Both sides have always fought side by side. Lang has been promoted from sergeant to ranger knight, kingdom knight, baron, Tal's pick, earl, and marshal. Raymond followed from a fugitive slave and carpenter to the current deputy guard of the old guard.

Bertrand is like a mentor, a friend, a relative, a comrade-in-arms, and a father in Raymond's heart.

Raymond could hardly describe his grief in words. He moved away from the crowd, sitting alone in a patch of grass, crying, he couldn't cry anymore. He is also in his forties this year. What have been all these years? After all, the commander-in-chief of the old guard huddled himself in the grass. It was hard to say cold in the midsummer night, but he felt very cold.

Only the whirring of the wind blowing over the group and the rustling of the alpine meadow.

Getting along with Bertrand one by one, the two joking, fighting, happy together, and the time of drinking together quickly passed through Raymond's mind.

I don't know how long it took, and footsteps came from behind Raymond: "Raymond? They said you are gone, so you are here."

"Please, let me be alone for a while, okay?" Raymond said subconsciously.

"Oh? You are allowed to miss Bertrand alone?" The visitor sat beside him and put down a glass bottle: "Raymond?"

Raymond raised his head from his arms, and in his eyes with blurred tears, he saw the familiar face of Knight King Ryan. Raymond was so scared that he wanted to stand up quickly, but Ryan held his shoulders: "Shall we have a drink?" "

"I..." At first, Raymond wanted to refuse. Seeing Ryan's eyes, he knew that the great Sun King was not asking for his opinion, but making an unquestionable decision through kind inquiry.

When Wang talks with you kindly often, he doesn't really intend to talk with you, he just respects you and gives you a step down.

And this is the king, the king who has created countless military miracles and economic miracles!

Ryan sat next to Raymond. The King of Knights didn’t have much arrogance. He took out two mugs and poured himself a glass of Palaon Remy Brandy: "Come on, do it, a glass of respect to our ultimate chivalrous war, a glass of respect Our dead Marshal Bertrand."

"I..." Raymond watched the mug being poured and couldn't help crying again: "I just..."

"Life and death have destiny, don't be sad, Raymond, Bertrand just turned into a star in the sky, he will guard us forever, come, do it!" Ryan raised the mug again.

"Dry." Raymond didn't say any more, a cup of head and horse, hot wine, sweet fragrance, long aftertaste is fascinating, and it also makes the memories clearer.

"These days along the way, I now think of yesterday as if it were yesterday." Ryan put down the mug, and the king laughed, with tears in his eyes: "I remembered my adoptive father Norman, and took me and the hound into Nord's forest. Hunting in the middle of the world, I was wrapped like a ball, one foot deep and the other shallow."

"I remembered that I grew up slowly and made the first feat in the Battle of Lapland."

"I remembered my battle with the Beastman and Beast King Fang Gore. I fought it with a warhammer for most of the day, and finally smashed its head."

"I think of many things, Marienburg, Kurona, Jean, Moussilon, Blackstone Fortress, La Messenel Abbey, Badlands Bafeng Mountain, I think of Osuan and Mott. King’s last shout reminded of Obian and Mogul, Skaven and Siegwald."

Ryan also recalled the past, when the eyes of the Knight King were red, and he looked at the night sky: "Fifty years ago, I was like this. I was alone, looking at the night sky by myself... I just want to say that the current reporters are really inexperienced. , Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Ryan laughed, tears flowing: "Now Bertrand is gone, and youth is like a rushing river. It is too late to say goodbye if you never come back. Who knows if the most beautiful flower back then is still the present one? ?"

"Your Majesty!" Raymond also wiped his tears, and he was silent for a long time: "Can you answer me a question?"

"Say?"

"How many victories do we need to win and how many enemies do we need to defeat to truly usher in peace?"

"Nopeace, Justwar." Ryan shook his head slightly: "Life is not a godsend, and peace is not something we deserve. They are just the spoils we snatched from this dark, deep, distant icy universe."

"So cruel, is this the fate of mortals?" Raymond asked next.

"After I learned that Bertrand died, I remembered a lot of people." Ryan did not answer Raymond's words: "I remembered the hunter Denis who risked his life to tell me that there is a rainy season, and remembered the first Luo who followed me. Puth and Olivier, thought of the proud half-elf Estelle, of Hux who had sacrificed himself and continued to ride on horseback, and thought of Boderik, Davu, Rokosowski, and Lu Xi'an and the others, and even the guy from Mathieubad, Kemmler Heinrich, Bafeng Mountain general Skarsnick, headhunter Quick, oh yes, and Dark Iron Motkin."

"If everything can stay before the Battle of Anmir, what a good time for the military parade before the decisive battle between us and Mogul, the ten marshals are all there, and the army is prosperous, that would be great." Ryan laughed.

If everything can stay in the emperor’s great expedition, the 21 Primarchs will be there, the emperor himself will control the forbidden army, and the bureaucratic group headed by Makado will give full support, and the human empire will reproduce the glory of the golden age in the great expedition. For a moment, how good it should be! Ryan thought.

Raymond didn’t know what Ryan was thinking. He just nodded silently. The Battle of Ammer was the pinnacle of the Bretonian army. At that time, the top ten marshals were all there, and all the elite troops were fully staffed and they were all veterans of the Hundred Wars. Although the subsequent battle of Skaven’s invasion and the Seed of Destruction was won, the deaths of outstanding generals and the loss of a huge number of veterans, the quality of the Bretonian army actually declined.

But in such a fierce war, apart from chaos, who would dare to say that the quality of his army has not declined?

Ryan and Raymond stopped talking, you drank the Remy Martin one sip.

"Everything has to look forward." Ryan got up, Raymond seemed to have an illusion. The sentimental Ryan just disappeared, and the wise and omnipotent Sun King was back. Raymond only heard him say: "The highest The High Command has decided that you will be the head of the old Guards! Promote to the Marshal of Bretania! Rohill is the deputy."

Raymond only felt a thunder blasting in his ears. He quickly stood up and subconsciously wanted to kneel down on one knee: "No, your majesty... the Supreme Commander, you still have to ask Gaoming, I'm Raymond Mountbatten. How can the fugitive slave of Lyonace?"

"How can Bertrand describe the escaped slave of Bastogne? How can I, Ryan, a Nord hillbilly, sledgehammer?" Ryan turned around and said, "Everyone has researched and decided."

"...Yes!" Raymond knelt and took the Marshal's scepter from Ryan. He suddenly shouted: "I have a word, please leave after listening!"

"Say." Ryan stopped and nodded.

"This body belongs to your majesty in this life. It was originally borrowed from your majesty. Now your majesty wants to take it. What a pity!" Leimen roared, and the new Breton Marshal swore an oath of allegiance.

Hearing Raymond's words, Ryan stood in a daze, the emperor's cold and cruel expression appeared in the original body's mind, and the sneered, loving and peaceful old face of the imperial prime minister Macado appeared in Ryan's mind.

Your Majesty wants it, so why not have it?

The appearance of Kaldor Diego appeared in the original body's mind, and the figures of the Supreme Grand Mentor of the Grey Knights appeared one after another. The call of the original body.

Your Majesty wants it, so why not have it?

After a long time, Ryan said softly: "Yes, your Majesty wants it, so why not have it."

That night, in the red, blue and golden roof of Brittany.

A truly fierce battle has just ended.

On the soft big bed, Ryan hugged his wife Suria from behind, rubbed her hands on her beautiful black silk legs, enjoying the silky smoothness and the sensuality of elastic hands from the ultra-thin stockings. Ryan was light. Panting lightly, from behind, he pressed his wife's long blond hair wet with sweat, feeling the aftertaste.

"Ryan, what's the matter with you?" Su Liya was enjoying her husband's love and obsession with herself, and at the same time she wanted to push this clingy away a little bit disgustingly. The Queen of Cavaliers only felt a little funny, a little proud, and a little strange.

My husband went out and canonized a marshal to Raymond and didn’t know what was going on. He was so anxious when he was still working, he hugged her and walked inward, making everyone a little embarrassed and hurried back. The head maid Silvia stood guard outside the big tent, and the inner tent shook for 2 hours before stopping.

Su Liya doesn't mind that much. She and Ryan are husband and wife, and she also likes Ryan to take the initiative to love herself. She prefers that Ryan is wronged or unhappy. The first reaction is to come to herself, but the question should be asked clearly, female. The knight said lazily, "Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Marshal is really a high-risk profession. In this ultimate chivalrous battle, I don't know who will sacrifice." Ryan said sadly: "I don't know about Bertrand. I thought he was just a minor illness. He was so strong. People, why can't he suddenly become ill, why did he die before we can see him?"

"Life is impermanent, my dear, don't blame yourself." Su Liya turned around and pressed Ryan's head on her full circle: "We are all sad about Bertrand's death. He is a great man, even more. We stood up to let the serfs see the banner and benchmark of hope for promotion, and let Raymond take over. What's wrong with you in this matter?"

"I know, but I still..." Ryan gritted his teeth. He still blames himself. He is the Primarch of the Grey Knight. His spiritual power is second only to the Emperor and Makado. He thought he could do anything. Matter, but now six of the top ten marshals have left.

He now has some people who understand Gilliman's perfection and superiority, and occasionally shut himself in the depths of Markulag's brilliance, watching his heirs and subordinates' things, silently weeping in tears.

"Bertrand must have never regretted following you, just as I did not regret marrying you." Su Liya said softly, "My dear, it doesn't matter if our husband and wife do this in private. Don't dare to do this outside, the whole knight. Dao Jihad Army, the core of the ultimate chivalrous battle is on you."

"I understand." Ryan hugged his wife in turn: "Do it again?"

"Um..." Su Liya nodded with a flushed face. Although the Queen Cavalier didn't want to say it, she really enjoyed the private time with her husband: "Wait first, I'll take a bath and change clothes and stockings. You Yes, we sweated a lot just now and it was sticky and uncomfortable."

"Okay!" Ryan stood up, and the couple arranged for someone to prepare hot water and took a bath. Just as Ryan was out of the bath, someone came to disturb the privacy of the couple. The maid Silvia opened the tent door: "Your Majesty, lady."

"It's Ryan." Ryan glanced at Silvia, his maid maid: "Otherwise,'sticks' serve."

"The Wood Elf Woodland Lord Alaros is here." Silvia ignored Ryan's warning and said quickly: "He arrived with five hundred horses, just outside the tent."

"What?" Ryan stood up: "Please, please!"

Aralos walked in, his expression was very depressed. The wood elf hero was ordered by Lilith to tell Lion that Olain, the king of the forest, was dead, and all his wild cavalry was destroyed, and the eternal queen Ela Ruili decided to marry For Malekis, the two parties are about to have a wedding. Lilith predicts that the final battle belonging to the elves is coming, and she asks Alaros to bring her private part to follow Ryan in the ultimate chivalrous battle.

Olain, Lord of the Forest, is dead?

Was killed by Tyrion, who was incarnate of Kane and armed with Kane's Excalibur?

The three essences are about to be unified? The Dark Phoenix King Malekis wants to unite with the radiant Eternal Queen Elarielli?

Ryan was stunned by the series of news. The Sun King was about to plunge his soul into the storm of subspace and tried to contact Lilith.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. He couldn't contact Osu'an, and there was now a **** color and the ridicule of the four chaotic gods.

Ryan has yet to explore again, a sharp killing intent from far and near, the crazy roar is soaked in endless grievances and torture, in the center of the storm, a twisted, one hand dripping blood constantly The deity is holding the Kane Excalibur which is burning with the flames of killing, and is constantly roaring towards the entire subspace.

That is Tyrion's voice!

Alarothon felt that his eyes were dark and he vomited blood and fell to the ground. Ryan was barely able to withstand it. He recognized what Tyrion was talking about.

Only heard that the regent of Osuan declared war on everyone in the world with endless grievances:

"All things are born to support others, and there is nothing to repay the sky!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"